It probably seemed like I was going to write you from New York this morning. It seemed that way to me, even after Green Taxi forgot to pick me up yesterday, and even after United delayed my flight three hours, and after I spent 40 minutes in line at customer service, and after a young man spent 20 minutes trying to book me on a later connection in Denver while periodically mumbling “I don’t know how to do this,” and after he couldn’t print any boarding passes, and after I got back in line and went through the whole rebooking process with somebody else. Then United delayed my flight again, past the last possible connection, and my choices were to fly into an overnight stranding in Denver or go home. So I spent four hours at the airport yesterday and achieved nothing, except $40 in wasted cab fare. Today, I will do it all again. United sucks. We’ll be back Monday with a real blog.

Kim Jong Un visits a lubricant factory.

It’s amazing how the signal moments of one person’s life constitute mundane detail in another’s. There is no Combat! blog today, because I am flying to New York. Probably, you don’t care. But it’s exciting and fun for me, like a series of arbitrary events that become ironized or surprising from a certain perspective. You know: like a joke. How about you read this work of genius while I eat airport Chili’s. We’ve both been so terribly reduced.