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FlickrWe're Pretending We're a Travel Blog, Part 1
My vacation to Nashville begins, in a sense, last night, at about 11:30; having finished a bit of editing for a friend (well, finished round 2) and a bit of editing for a me, I plopped myself down on the couch to watch Episode 22 of Neon Genesis Evangelion. Two hours later, I turned off the TV, having watched Episode 26.*
Let me tell you, nothing preps you for a flight like staying up until 2, steeping your brain in Neon Genesis Evangelion. I'd say this might become a ritual, but I don't want to wind up swallowing a drill.
This is followed by me getting up so early the sky was still spongy black and the sunlight was doing fuck-all to make anything look brighter. My last two airplane flights, of the approximately five I have taken in my life, both departed from SFO, and were both during the height of the U.S. government's pedal-to-the-metal security measures; one of them was even international. So, of course, this means I overshot how much time I needed to clear check-in and security, especially considering I checked in online yesterday.
Security took me all of thirty seconds. And I was carrying two bags, and made a mistake (I left my boarding pass in the tray with my shoes and laptop; that human instinct to release all objects in one's hands at once). If you can't make it through security in about a minute or less per person, you either have a small child, metal implanted in your body, or, more likely, a piece of your brain missing. This is another place where I can't fathom the populace's overall lack of common sense and/or empathy; I thought Henry Rollins was just an angry man** until I really saw how simple one person traveling alone should be.
So now, I sit here at SJC, Gate A2, and I wait for my boarding to be called so I can jockey for a bulkhead seat with the rest of boarding group A. I am past the parts that make me really nervous, and soon will be past the one part that makes me kind of nervous (if you've met me in person you'll understand why I dread dealing with airline seating), and then it's off to Nashville for a delightful weekend with Sara and Matt. I need to do some writing on the plane, but right now I think I'll start the bidding with some sleep.
My neuroses were full of it. Travel is great.
*A more thorough review comes later. But for now, I will summarize with "..." and a link to Jacques Lacan's Wikipedia entry. Also, both extremes of the spectrum have thoroughly missed the point.
**He is.
Let me tell you, nothing preps you for a flight like staying up until 2, steeping your brain in Neon Genesis Evangelion. I'd say this might become a ritual, but I don't want to wind up swallowing a drill.
This is followed by me getting up so early the sky was still spongy black and the sunlight was doing fuck-all to make anything look brighter. My last two airplane flights, of the approximately five I have taken in my life, both departed from SFO, and were both during the height of the U.S. government's pedal-to-the-metal security measures; one of them was even international. So, of course, this means I overshot how much time I needed to clear check-in and security, especially considering I checked in online yesterday.
Security took me all of thirty seconds. And I was carrying two bags, and made a mistake (I left my boarding pass in the tray with my shoes and laptop; that human instinct to release all objects in one's hands at once). If you can't make it through security in about a minute or less per person, you either have a small child, metal implanted in your body, or, more likely, a piece of your brain missing. This is another place where I can't fathom the populace's overall lack of common sense and/or empathy; I thought Henry Rollins was just an angry man** until I really saw how simple one person traveling alone should be.
So now, I sit here at SJC, Gate A2, and I wait for my boarding to be called so I can jockey for a bulkhead seat with the rest of boarding group A. I am past the parts that make me really nervous, and soon will be past the one part that makes me kind of nervous (if you've met me in person you'll understand why I dread dealing with airline seating), and then it's off to Nashville for a delightful weekend with Sara and Matt. I need to do some writing on the plane, but right now I think I'll start the bidding with some sleep.
My neuroses were full of it. Travel is great.
*A more thorough review comes later. But for now, I will summarize with "..." and a link to Jacques Lacan's Wikipedia entry. Also, both extremes of the spectrum have thoroughly missed the point.
**He is.
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posted by Tyler at
10:05 AM
1 Comments:
spongy black and sunlight doing fuck-all...I'm there. GREAT writing. And fun! Thanks for taking us 'there,' Friend, and sharing the experience without arrogance and unending cynicism. (A little is necessary for entertainment. Of course).
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