I decided to read "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn."

I gave away some orange curtains.

I somehow lost my new coat last night at a bar. This created a real disturbance for a lot of people because the keys to the apartment I'm staying in were inside the coat. On top of that, I really liked the coat.

I've gone out like it was a weekend (and I was still in my 20s) every night this week. So I wonder what the weekend itself will look like.

Golly, Prague really is a nice place to visit after all, although I can't say I'd want to live here.

The Herald News Daily, the Voice of the Dakotas, suggests Iran and Syria might be "stroking" somebody's anger.

I'm spending a week among the barbaric Franks, in Prague. (Yes, Franks. The yzantines and Crusader-era Arabs refered to Europeans as "Franks" long after the days of Charlemagne.)

Unsurprisingly, things are still pretty much the same here. No profound moments of clarity, although I was surprised to find that I had actually starting imaging things in the Czech Republic to be somehow nicer -- prettier, cleaner, more advanced -- than they actually are. Instead, you will be shocked to know that I feel like I'm in a post-communist country.

This just in: Turns out one of the faked cartoons of Mohammed - that is, the ones circulated in the Middle East by the Danish imam to stir up anti-Western hatred, the ones that were never even published - is actually a picture of the French pig-squealing champ.

And - what a nice surprise it was today to go to Andrew Sullivan's blog and find a link to Steve's lament about the archbishop of Prague. As I wrote in the comments, it's like going to a different city and overhearing a total stranger talking up your neighborhood bar.

Nice. I just got the "Denmark is not OK" lecture from the maid. To be fair, I think she said "Danish journalists are not OK."

I'm fleeing this place, going back to Prague tonight, then to Kiev in one week. Back in Egypt on March 1.

Oddly enough, the best comment I've read on cartoon madness comes from a Czech paper: "If the Jihad Today newspaper printed a caricature of my God, I would cancel my subscription, and perhaps write a letter to the editor in chief, but I wouldn't stop eating dried dates. The Muslim world, however, is a collective world, and therefore they see blame, too, as collective blame."