Jean-Luc woke up this morning and decided to go to the ATM around the corner. At the same time 4150 miles away in Madison, WI Ben was waiting for his ATM to spit out some cash. It's a scene happening in thousands of places and it's all because centuries ago, civilized people decided to invent money as a promise to pay. Meanwhile back at the ranch Nellybelle was being fired up to cross the plains delivering one pretty lady to the banjo player in Deliverance. Vivian not realizing that all of this was going one was cleaning her onyx ring and watching Pan Am on her iPad when the phone rang and Jesus was on the other end reminding her that acne is never fatal and her back was covered (not with acne but monitored in case any one was trying to stab her there). Websites were being activated by the hundreds thousands carload encouraging modern folk to override their best instincts and post their PIN because, well, just because. Olga Fokurselph was unveiling her covered anatomy for the very first time and her brother was planting mums in the divider between the service entrance and the sycamore tree. Posh Spice simmered at the lack of forbearance in the line of anglophiles waiting for the parking lot paint to dry. The 9 9 9 is correct even though it's only 1 away from kilo and that Eurozone thing is nothing to sneeze at. I want Segovia and I want it now.