| Thursday, September 30, 2004 |
 | This visit to the US is clearly going to be too brief to get much of anything done, except what I'm being paid for, and that barely. It's a shame: New England's not exactly showing its best side here - a hotel by the side of the road, a pub that, although clean and friendly, feels in its accumulation of neon and low ceilings like a bug zapper. Along the road (which has no kerb or pavement) is a dying mall - more precisely, a plaza, which is to say a flat mall without as many walls. And that's it.
So, early waking, The Cartoon Network and a sense of wonder - first that my left ear is no longer pressure-blocked, second at the sheer volume of food being made available to me, physically and conceptually: Toaster Strudels, earnest ad voices enjoing me to "reward myself" (for what is not made clear) by dipping everything I eat in melted chocolates. Where are the Trix? The trix are all over.
Mind you, if I had to deal with Care Bears singing "Let's Get Physical", I think I'd probably want to reward myself as well.
Ah well. On the plus side, the fact that I'm here means I didn't expire in a blazing fireball. It's not that I dislike flying - actually, I very much like flying, because it provides an environment in which there is nothing much to do but read (although I pretty much finished Kavalier and Clay, which I was hoping would last a little longer), especially when one of your entertainment choices is a weapon with an Olsen at each end. I did end up watching Prisoner of Azkaban, though, which confirmed my desire to be Remus Lupin when I grow up. I think it's the lovely comfy cardigans. And the luggage. What more could one ask for? Anyway, flying is great. Also, flying is unambiguous. If everything goes tissup, you are alive, 37,000 feet in the air, and then very shortly thereafter much lower down and dead, JJ Abrams notwithstanding. That's an oddly reassuring thought. Taking off and landing - those I dislike, due to the messy possibilities between everything being fine and everyone being flame-grilled deadburgers
Oh, quick questions:
Is this the first instance of flicktion?
Why do I always step over the red line at Logan airport?
What the Hell is this Transformers: Energon bollocks?
1 Comments:
I think you'd make a lovely Remus Lupin. Safe journey home and see you soon (I hope).
Oh, and bring us back some Big Red chewing gum...
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