So this is my very first flight ever, so I am quite excited. Now that I'm actually here and I know what I'm doing (at least this part) I'm not so nervous anymore. This flight should be too bad, and I've come equipped with enough books, Special K bars, and Doctor Who to get me through the 10 hour trip to Dublin.
I'm currently listening to Mac Kwar's "Reconciliation" from the Jeffrey Van song cycle. *tear* I miss you guys.
Wandering about the airport was fun, as we sang here in quartets this past December. I did have an urge to bust out "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen." But then, I always have that urge. I didn't. All uneventful besides a memorable interaction with a woman and her 12-year-old daughter, Lucky. That's right. Lucky.
Just started Tom Robbins' "Even Cowgirls Get the Blues," which is awesome (at least from pages 1-10). I highly recommend it to fans of late 20th century American authors and poets. Definitely a satisfying read for a poet. Two samples:
"It has even been said that human beings were invented by water as a device for transporting itself from one place to another, but that's another story" (2).
"The brain, that pound and a half of chicken-colored goo so highly regarded (by the
brain itself), that slimy organ to which is attributed such intricate and mysterious
powers (it is the self-same brain that does the attributing(, the brain is so weak that, without its protective casing to support it, it simply collapses of its own weight" (9).
Off I go to wait at the gate.
Cheers
Yayayayayay.
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