Travel

Ok, I hate flying more than ever. Before blogging, I gave the following report via blackberry to my friends while I was in the San Franscisco airport some months ago.  It was a turning point in my view of air travel as a pleasant means of getting from point A to B.

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There is a woman walking around with a pillow. A full sized pillow with a case that has a pattern of small flowers. She is our age. I see her point but I am not wearing my jammies and fluffy slippers.

Did you know that wheel chairs come in LARGE now? I wish that I could read a book but I am too uptight and stressed. All I want to do is get on that plane and drift off to sleep.

Oooohh, give me a seat boys, come free my soul, I wanna get lost in my reclining seat and drift away. Music fades.

There is a screaming child. A screaming child on a red eye. Excuse me while I throw myself onto the tarmac.

I am freezing in this airport and other people are wearing thin clothes. I know it’s California, but it was cold and wet today in San Francisco.

I have to go to the bathroom but it has probably gotten too much use today and maybe I’ll wait and be the first on the plane to use. It is a delicate balance.

Should I ask the man across the seats why he picks his nose so blatantly and then rubs his discovery on his pants?  Maybe I can borrow his books. Noooooo.

Baby’s cryin’ and my patience is all gone…. Oh, S. Frisco. (As in JT’s “Mexico”).

Thought for today, July 7, 2009: Twit?

If someone over 40 uses the word, “twit” to mean a jerk or twerp, will a person under 40 have any idea what that means and is there a new definition of “twit” in the Age of Twitter?

Who needs a 24-hour news cycle?

Here’s the news: Palin quits governorship; Franken is senator (finally); Obama heads to Russia to warm up the Chilly War that evolved under Bush (who looked into Putin’s eyes and saw his soul);  there is ethnic unrest in China; more clerics back Ahmadinejad’s opposition in Iran; President Zelaya of Honduras was prevented from returning to his country; Michael Jackson is still dead and public does NOT need to know all of the details of his poor kids; Al Sharpton is getting a piece of Jackson action as commentator because, well, he is Al Sharpton; the economy still sucks; Pakistan is a nuclear power fighting Taliban insurgency; the popularly elected leader of Myanmar who has been under house arrest for 15 years is still on trial; Afghanistan is a war zone; Federer is into gold lame embroidery (ode to Michael Jackson?).  What have I left out?

Typical Indignities of Life

Ok, so I flushed my work blackberry down the toilet. No joke. ACCIDENTALLY. It fell out of my back pocket. I was wondering why I didn’t notice the flash of lights and rainbows the millions of times I had flushed before. It really caught my eye. I thought, why have I never noticed such beauty in an otherwise unsanitary event. Then I realized. And still I thought: true poetry in motion.

It wouldn’t go down so I had to retrieve it (with plastic gloves, which I then threw out). The thing is water-logged and disgusting (not THAT disgusting in THAT way).

On that Monday (a week ago), I tried to avoid telling the IT person what happened. But she wanted me to return the damaged one so she could get me a new one under the warranty. So I told her there was an unfortunate submersion accident. She still insisted. I said, “I can’t send it to you because of the unsanitary nature of the submersion event such that in order to send it you I would have to ruined the device by sterilizing it”. Still she pressed — probably just to hear me say it out loud — so I had to say that I FLUSHED it. (Accidentally, of course.) “Ohhhh,” said Fraulein IT Gestapo, “flushing is excluded from the warranty coverage.” Whaaaaat? There is a specific waterboarding exclusion. Let me be as clear as possible, I have not and will not torture my blackberry. I asked disbelievingly if this were the first time she had ever heard of the flushing event and Frau Nazi said, “you’re the first to admit it.” I had to pay for the replacement. Oh, the indignities.

I heard from someone else that these events are called “drownings”.