stranded again

and so it appears i have become stranded. this was supposed to be the last leg of my monthlong tour of europe but my arrival in the nyc has been postponed with one day so i can have the pleasure of flying what klm likes to call world business class and still arrive a mere 24 hours later. these are now being spent in an amazingly dull hotel in the charmingly named town of badhoevedorp (which babelfish lovingly dutch-french-english-translates as: the bath closes village) where i cherish my powerbooks powercable and the joy it brings me in the sound of cute new mp3s (much sexsmith and jose gonzales, though also a lot of lady sovereign, whose concert i dearly missed two weeks ago, and the new deus album, thanks to dearest m & r) old movie i had not watched yet (and now understand why i hadn't to begin with) and browsing the web for things to do when i get back.
i am immensely happy about being able to go see bret easton ellis speak in person (and slightly pissed off that i did not bring my heavy first edition glamorama...) as well as concerts by 13+god, patti smith and m.i.a. (both for free in the park, sadly not spitting rhymes over pissing in the river and pull up the poor), scout niblett (if i can find anyone depressed enough to come with), possibly colleen, joy zipper (headlining above the juicily named the 1 2 3 4) and much much more like juliana hatfield clap your hands say yeah, the inevitable four tet, and of course sufjan stevens, for which i just bought tickets to his fourth show at the bowery ballroom, his other three shows were already sold out...
movies to watch on plane (between three course meal and glasses of free alcohol, dehydration time...): constantine, assault on precinct 13, the incredible ice princess, but also quality fare as p.s., comme un image, as well as a bollywood film loosely based on oliver stone's u-turn (!!!) called musafir. sadly the india times had rogorously slammed this work as wannabe-cool and much more cruelly depitcs the lead jennifer lopez-a-like as someone "who sports stretch marks on her waist, an ugly under-arm stubble and sweat patches, love handles that some might find 'cute', a less-than-flat tummy that sneaks over the waist band of her jeans in dance sequences and thighs that can be mistaken to be instruments of physical harm." now i really have to see this...