April 29, 2005
Im stuck without a sharp tool. I cant even open the plastic wrap around this journal. I wont be hijacking any planes today.
I am carrying my cell phone. I want to disparage everyone around me for talking on one, but I am carrying a cell phone. I dont have a watch. Does that make me better?
It is amazing how we live our lives now. The man near me is helping his child with his math homework on the phone. I wonder how often they connect like this quick, personal conversations; digitalized and sandwiched in between meetings and plane flights.
As usual the stewardess hates me. I must choose between coffee and a Bloody Mary. I choose the Bloody Mary. When they run out of water, she offers me airplane water with a glint in her eye. This time I choose thirst. She smiles.
They dont feed us on the plane. I could buy a box of summer sausage, granola bar, chocolate, and cheese that doesnt need to be refrigerated. They assure us they are all name brands.
When I get off the plane, I will eat. I will buy coffee. I will brush my teeth.
April 30th, 2005
My room looks out on the CN tower. I can see the elevators race to the top, then, back down. My heart follows every trip.
Lake Ontario stretches away into a blurry grey horizon. That blur has settled just behind my eyes. I need to go for a run. Im going for coffee instead.
I think there is a body in the trunk of the car parked under the building by the train tracks. The mob drove there quietly late at night, and wearing gloves walked away. I was up most the night but the mob is very sly.
At the CN Tower, there is a glass floor. Some people stood on the edge. I step out into the middle without my usual fear. It is refreshing. My soul is dancing again.
Walking through the city, I wonder what draws people to certain places. I look in shops, at tall buildings, at the museums, and out over the flat land covered in a sea of trees, trying to see what would hold a person here. Could I move an eighth of the world away from the only place that has ever felt like home, to live here?
May 1, 2005- (The Beltane)
I am moving toward Niagara Falls being swept there by an unstoppable current. I can hear the roar ahead. I hope I survive the plunge. I think it is going to hurt.
I take a boat into the falls. In front of us, the water the coming off the falls is so dense we cant see. The river under us is a churning mass of rapids, buffeting us, making our footing unstable. But we are laughing, protected only by a ridiculously thin, blue plastic raincoat. It is amazing.
May 2, 2005
The news de jour greets me back at the airport. It seems a woman ran away from her wedding. After three days, she re-surfaced saying she had been abducted, then recanted and told the truth she was scared and didnt want to get married. They have brought her back. The consensus seems to be with the appropriate drugs the wedding will be back on.
Two men sit at the table. You can tell they used to play football a long time ago in high school. They are dressed in denim shirts. Both are wearing hats - one a sport team logo, the other in camouflage. They are Regular Joes. They are looking at a paper on the table. His finger traces a light line down the others arm, pausing briefly at his wrist, and then moves to the paper.
PS I couldn't have had a better time. I think I'll have to go back.
Im stuck without a sharp tool. I cant even open the plastic wrap around this journal. I wont be hijacking any planes today.
I am carrying my cell phone. I want to disparage everyone around me for talking on one, but I am carrying a cell phone. I dont have a watch. Does that make me better?
It is amazing how we live our lives now. The man near me is helping his child with his math homework on the phone. I wonder how often they connect like this quick, personal conversations; digitalized and sandwiched in between meetings and plane flights.
As usual the stewardess hates me. I must choose between coffee and a Bloody Mary. I choose the Bloody Mary. When they run out of water, she offers me airplane water with a glint in her eye. This time I choose thirst. She smiles.
They dont feed us on the plane. I could buy a box of summer sausage, granola bar, chocolate, and cheese that doesnt need to be refrigerated. They assure us they are all name brands.
When I get off the plane, I will eat. I will buy coffee. I will brush my teeth.
April 30th, 2005
My room looks out on the CN tower. I can see the elevators race to the top, then, back down. My heart follows every trip.
Lake Ontario stretches away into a blurry grey horizon. That blur has settled just behind my eyes. I need to go for a run. Im going for coffee instead.
I think there is a body in the trunk of the car parked under the building by the train tracks. The mob drove there quietly late at night, and wearing gloves walked away. I was up most the night but the mob is very sly.
At the CN Tower, there is a glass floor. Some people stood on the edge. I step out into the middle without my usual fear. It is refreshing. My soul is dancing again.
Walking through the city, I wonder what draws people to certain places. I look in shops, at tall buildings, at the museums, and out over the flat land covered in a sea of trees, trying to see what would hold a person here. Could I move an eighth of the world away from the only place that has ever felt like home, to live here?
May 1, 2005- (The Beltane)
I am moving toward Niagara Falls being swept there by an unstoppable current. I can hear the roar ahead. I hope I survive the plunge. I think it is going to hurt.
I take a boat into the falls. In front of us, the water the coming off the falls is so dense we cant see. The river under us is a churning mass of rapids, buffeting us, making our footing unstable. But we are laughing, protected only by a ridiculously thin, blue plastic raincoat. It is amazing.
May 2, 2005
The news de jour greets me back at the airport. It seems a woman ran away from her wedding. After three days, she re-surfaced saying she had been abducted, then recanted and told the truth she was scared and didnt want to get married. They have brought her back. The consensus seems to be with the appropriate drugs the wedding will be back on.
Two men sit at the table. You can tell they used to play football a long time ago in high school. They are dressed in denim shirts. Both are wearing hats - one a sport team logo, the other in camouflage. They are Regular Joes. They are looking at a paper on the table. His finger traces a light line down the others arm, pausing briefly at his wrist, and then moves to the paper.
PS I couldn't have had a better time. I think I'll have to go back.
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I may end up changing plans and being here the weekend of the 14th/15th though...
You'll make sooooooo many friends.
So how are you feeling, in yourself?