ON PLANES

Houston adventures begin today later. Oaxaca adventures begin Monday morning.

Here's what I wrote on the plane:

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            My brain runs a bit wild on airplanes, perhaps because of my pathological fear of flying. I can’t think, really, of anything else that I’m truly afraid of. Well, the bears. The fucking goddamned electromagnetic bears with their fancy new brains and tattered old bodies.
            But, hey, everybody’s afraid of them.
            We’re at an altitude of 32,000 feet, somewhere south of Chicago on our way to Houston and typing is helping me focus, which helps me forget that I’m in a giant fucking metal tube that is too goddamned heavy to be in the sky.
            Just kidding, airplane. I love you and I believe in you. Please, sweet jeebus, please. 

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            In any event, the last eight days of my life have been full of head-blown fabulous and so much energy and happiness that I’ve practically been trying to psychically pawn some to everybody I meet, lest my head explode with it. It’s a great feeling, and I know that it will never really go away. It will change, like all things, but can’t you just FEEL it?
            Magnificent.
            Life happens all the time, but sometimes it really goddamned happens, just to remind you that it’s still rocking with its cock out. 

            Oh, right, I was telling you about how my brain tends to run a bit wild when flying. During takeoff, as I gripped my copy of Doom Patrol v.5: Magic Bus by Grant Morrison, I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything that wasn’t…

Fucking turbulence. We’re flying into the wind. Shouldn’t we just be given tickets to ride a really fast train if we’re going to have to fly into the wind? Guh. 

            Anyway, my brain had just soaked up too much Mr. Morrison, and when I closed my eyes I saw television ads for toothbrushes with USB jacks in their base, and hard candies made of other hard candies, an endless flow of smaller candies, such that when you eat one, a cascade of flavor and endless new tasting and textures hit your tongue and lifts your consciousness for a bit.   

            Of course, if you were to eat TOO many, you’d get lesions on the brain. Yep.

             That’s all I’ve got for now. My brains still running like sixty, but I figure that as soon as this Jane Siberry song ends I’ll switch over to watching some episodes of Ruroni Kenshin that I threw on the computer for the trip.

             When we land, Sara and I will be staying with my brother Matthew and his boyfriend Todd. I’ll have to upload this to the interwebs when I get there, as I can’t seem to get a wireless signal here.

             Yet another reason to hate flying.

 Lurve,

 b

7:51 pm, 2/2/07