john henry was a steel drivin' man
the sun is almost down, glinting brightly off the curved aluminum skin of the airplanes. it's 4pm in tokyo, which means it's 2am in detroit, and I'm sitting in the airport lounge drinking scotch and catching up on everyone's emails and weblogs. To wit, I'm:
- jealous of sarah brown's led zeppelin concert (que sera sera)
- wishing I'd ever kept a journal beyond a page or two (osmium)
- in total agreement with alissa on needing to forgive yourself the piddly shit (i found a fatal flaw in the logic of love)
- wanting to read poetry right now (our lady of the lakes)
the sun just set and the mesh screens on the floor-to-ceiling windows automatically rose, as if cued by the sun hitting the horizon. SO japanese: pure, efficient technology.
- jealous of sarah brown's led zeppelin concert (que sera sera)
- wishing I'd ever kept a journal beyond a page or two (osmium)
- in total agreement with alissa on needing to forgive yourself the piddly shit (i found a fatal flaw in the logic of love)
- wanting to read poetry right now (our lady of the lakes)
the sun just set and the mesh screens on the floor-to-ceiling windows automatically rose, as if cued by the sun hitting the horizon. SO japanese: pure, efficient technology.
random bits cobbled together by j-dub
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