Ari left this afternoon for Germany, land of the Frisians, Saxons, Jutes, Franks, Thuringii and Vandals.

When he comes back he will come back to Wellington, which isn’t really coming back at all if you’re talking on the scale of his room in my house. Which is not a large scale in a cosmic sense, but is on a quantum mechanical sense, and is, in any case, the scale I had in mind when I started writing this just a few minutes ago.

So we saw him off at the airport with the bass guitar that he’s taking as carry-on luggage. He’s been a good brother and a pleasant person to live with, and I feel certain that he will be able to win over the unruly Heruli and Rugians with his own brand of eclectic jazz funk.