I am in the world of Oprah and Dr. Phill. What a strange place to come back to. North America feels so different to me after 8 months in Europe. Different, not bad, just different. The most prominent difference is the altogether visceral presence of media. Billboards, television, radio, signage; I feel that media is screeching a variety of messages to me. My ears and eyes are hurting me.

But, a massage and a pedicure are just around the corner. After a day of plane travel (I hate Atlanta airport), and today's conference schedule, I think I deserve a little bit of pampering.

Food, food, food. To be honest, I am not hungry. Not one bit. Last night I went for a quick explore and came back with a prepared raw salad: red cabbage, kale, apple and vinegar. It was delicious, but I am just lacking any kind of real appetite. I have heard rumours of some pretty wonderful veg restaurants in the area - so I think tomorrow will have to see me seeking one out for dinner. Tonight, I am thinking about Japanesse, but will settle for another round of raw goodness. The photograph above is wretched, but K, who is a million miles away, chaperoning a Dramatic Arts trip in Norway, has our camera.