I will be brief, but not short.

I am sitting in the Qantas club in LA Airport. Not a member.

Had a chat to the Marketing Director of NBC, John XXXX, in the line for the baggage scan. He went through first and I saw him enter the Qantas club. I followed. Not a weird close follow, but a "follow that cab" follow. I approached the desk and said "I am not a member here, buit I am a nice Australian who would like to use the internet to email his family and closest friends." John was already in the hallway to heaven but overheard me. He about-faced and invited me in with his guest card. How sweet.

The icing on the cake: As I walked away, the lady behind the counter said to me, "I would have let you in anyway, Daniel."

The lollies on the icing: I get to tell you this whilst it is still fresh.

John gave me his email also. Might have to see if I can blag my way in to a job at NBC as well as I blagged my way in here.

Lots of bums in Venice beach. A bum is an American colloquialism for a homeless person. Also lots of palm trees. I pretty much just hired a bike both days and rode around looking at shit and talking to strangers.

The food here is terrible. Really terrible. I am not an accomplished writer enough to describe how terrible.

Three celebrity spottings.

1- Steven Wright
2- The Rock
3- George Hincapie

I am off to Costa Rica in one hour. Very excited.

Enjoy these photos. Print it out in A3 and print the word "CALIFORNIA" on the bottom. Stare, and dream your dream.

With love etc,

Daniel