5am, 1.31.08
i want to live in an airport where everyone leaves their shoes off!
i want an airport with bare feet and free davidoff cigarettes!
i want an airport where the advertised string men become eunuchs at the metal detector!
carrying their dead genitals in fanny packs, or man purses, or dwarf shopping carts!
i want an airport with abandoned luggage and genitalia everywhere!
cherry bombing GW red white and blue in every bathroom stall!
smoking colorful shirts in my airport!
if you're caught wearing a scarf in the t-shirt climate control corridor, looking but acting like you're not looking at the barefoot sailors puffing fine tobacco, if you push your duty free cart with one hand because it is too dwarfishly quaint but your duty is too ghoulishly heavy for fine perfumed hands, my airport has a bucket of fishheads in a dunking stall, and we hope you vomit!
i want an airport where the kids play soccer on the conveyor belts!
a goal up the down wins!
show off your travel stamps in my airport and we'll sodder your ass cheeks together!
no phone calls!
talk to the children and try a salad!
if kids tire of soccer then welcome automatic disco karokee floor!
you must sing satisfacation, especially if you don't know english, you can pick the next song!
there is no prayer room between hugo boss and burger king, pick between your consumption and your god already!
no you may not talk about when you're going to invest or about how things hopefully turn for us as if by us you didn't just mean you, not on the disco floor, especially not there, you'll get your knee caps pulverized with a cricket stick, snotty pine-muck!
everyone salutes to those who mop the floors, and not cause they have to!
we lose your bags and strip search you for your own good!
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Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
addiction
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admitting an addiction is hard. but i was thinking i'd have at it here, since i haven't found anything else worth writing about, and i want to keep up the blog, even while i toy with the idea of ending it here, focusing on writing in other forums.
so here is where i admit that last night, walking to my office, i was arguing with Lou Pinella about his lineup. how can last year's manager of the year still put Soriano in the lead off spot? Soriano has to adapt to being where he belongs in the order--somewhere 3-5. he strikes out too much and his reocurring leg injuries limit his stolen bases. mentally he says he likes leading off, but that will change after his first first-inning grand slam and his better RBI production, no doubt. so, why can't you just get with it Lou!
and i stop myself. why can't i think of something more productive. why do i care about the acquisition of Milton Bradly, the release of Kerry Wood, and whether or not Ramirez has an adequate back-up at 3rd?
i nag my mother for reading so much people magazine and caring about Brad and Angelina and their stange-named children. but what's the difference. here i am with my own meaningless bits of knowledge, checking out Aaron Miles' OBP in my free time.
i watch basketball less often, but might justify it by saying that i participate in the sport. but i haven't played baseball since 8th grade and even then i could barely make contact. and at one time my addicition to the Chicago Cubs was much more social. i was around friends who could debate lineups and talk about yesterday's game, but why am i looking up the box score for spring training in a country where noone know the rules of the sport? i haven't had a baseball discussion since i've been here.
and that's why it's an addiction. i know it's bad for me. i might as well be checking up on individual congressional votes, learning in time more representatives than baseball players. but there has always been a consitency to my Cubs fandom. no matter what a year or day brings, i could be content with a Cubs victory. i could stay hopefull for the next year, watching for trades and free-agent signings. perhaps i'm keeping my knowledge up for the day i come back, something that, despite the different directions our lives take, i can always talk about with friends back home.
but at the end of the season, at the end of a cubs game, and when i shut down the computer after researching the Cubs, i'm always let-down, disapointed, a bit shameful. i'm disgusted by the player's huge contracts and the time and money everyday people sacrifice for the sport. i wish we had the same commitment to things that really mattered. but maybe that's the point of entertainment in our lives, an escape, a competition that has no significance.
and here i am not knowing why i wrote about it. maybe this is a call for an intervention. maybe i'm just bored. maybe i'm ashamed that i just looked up the latest spring training game online. maybe i'm reminiscent of a summer day, dozing off in the middle innings at home. or maybe it's because as soon as i can suck it up and post something stupid, i have the motivation to write something interesting on the blog.
admitting an addiction is hard. but i was thinking i'd have at it here, since i haven't found anything else worth writing about, and i want to keep up the blog, even while i toy with the idea of ending it here, focusing on writing in other forums.
so here is where i admit that last night, walking to my office, i was arguing with Lou Pinella about his lineup. how can last year's manager of the year still put Soriano in the lead off spot? Soriano has to adapt to being where he belongs in the order--somewhere 3-5. he strikes out too much and his reocurring leg injuries limit his stolen bases. mentally he says he likes leading off, but that will change after his first first-inning grand slam and his better RBI production, no doubt. so, why can't you just get with it Lou!
and i stop myself. why can't i think of something more productive. why do i care about the acquisition of Milton Bradly, the release of Kerry Wood, and whether or not Ramirez has an adequate back-up at 3rd?
i nag my mother for reading so much people magazine and caring about Brad and Angelina and their stange-named children. but what's the difference. here i am with my own meaningless bits of knowledge, checking out Aaron Miles' OBP in my free time.
i watch basketball less often, but might justify it by saying that i participate in the sport. but i haven't played baseball since 8th grade and even then i could barely make contact. and at one time my addicition to the Chicago Cubs was much more social. i was around friends who could debate lineups and talk about yesterday's game, but why am i looking up the box score for spring training in a country where noone know the rules of the sport? i haven't had a baseball discussion since i've been here.
and that's why it's an addiction. i know it's bad for me. i might as well be checking up on individual congressional votes, learning in time more representatives than baseball players. but there has always been a consitency to my Cubs fandom. no matter what a year or day brings, i could be content with a Cubs victory. i could stay hopefull for the next year, watching for trades and free-agent signings. perhaps i'm keeping my knowledge up for the day i come back, something that, despite the different directions our lives take, i can always talk about with friends back home.
but at the end of the season, at the end of a cubs game, and when i shut down the computer after researching the Cubs, i'm always let-down, disapointed, a bit shameful. i'm disgusted by the player's huge contracts and the time and money everyday people sacrifice for the sport. i wish we had the same commitment to things that really mattered. but maybe that's the point of entertainment in our lives, an escape, a competition that has no significance.
and here i am not knowing why i wrote about it. maybe this is a call for an intervention. maybe i'm just bored. maybe i'm ashamed that i just looked up the latest spring training game online. maybe i'm reminiscent of a summer day, dozing off in the middle innings at home. or maybe it's because as soon as i can suck it up and post something stupid, i have the motivation to write something interesting on the blog.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
back
.i just noticed that i haven't posted anything in over 20 days.
excuse me for that.
in the meantime i had other forms of contact with most the people this blog was originally intended for. and i thought of posting different things at home but didn't have much time or desire to be up here writing. and now, still a bit jet lagged and needing to prep for a new semester, i don't have the will to produce interesting writing.
if i was writing though, this is what it might be about:
- uncollected airport musings
- this semester's goals
- pork as strange meat
- take back nyu and liberal youth response to activism
- why John Yoo, David Addington, Alberto Gonzalez, and Dick Cheney should be in jail with life sentences
- mass participation pillow fights
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