Of Neither Substance Nor Humor
I’d had it in my head that I could do a video blog in the airport and save myself from having to write an update, but then there were just so many people at gate C3. Sure, it’s 2010, and I probably wouldn’t seem crazy for sitting alone and talking into a Flip video camera, but at the very least, I’d get some strange looks.
“What’s he got to talk about? We’re all just sitting waiting for a plane. Maybe he’s talking about us… Let’s kill him!”
There isn’t one hell of a lot I can say about going to LA that I haven’t already said a few times. LAX is everything that PDX isn’t – cramped, dirty, stale urine fumes wafting from every darkened corner.
The plane ride down went fast enough, I had an aisle seat, the middle seat was empty, and the lady sitting by the window gave me her packet of salty snacks, so I’d say that it was basically the single greatest plane trip I’ve ever been on. The only way it could’ve been better was if they’d given us those delicious sausage and cheese breakfast sandwiches that the band got on the way down to the Rose Bowl, but I guess food lightning only strikes once.
It’s confirmed that I’ll be blogging for Flux magazine this coming term, so look forward to that.
Look, with respect to all of you, I’m tired as hell and nothing interesting happened today. By Sunday I’ll have been to a couple of interviews and will have something to talk about. So look forward to that, too.
Truman Capps SLEEEEP.
“What’s he got to talk about? We’re all just sitting waiting for a plane. Maybe he’s talking about us… Let’s kill him!”
There isn’t one hell of a lot I can say about going to LA that I haven’t already said a few times. LAX is everything that PDX isn’t – cramped, dirty, stale urine fumes wafting from every darkened corner.
The plane ride down went fast enough, I had an aisle seat, the middle seat was empty, and the lady sitting by the window gave me her packet of salty snacks, so I’d say that it was basically the single greatest plane trip I’ve ever been on. The only way it could’ve been better was if they’d given us those delicious sausage and cheese breakfast sandwiches that the band got on the way down to the Rose Bowl, but I guess food lightning only strikes once.
It’s confirmed that I’ll be blogging for Flux magazine this coming term, so look forward to that.
Look, with respect to all of you, I’m tired as hell and nothing interesting happened today. By Sunday I’ll have been to a couple of interviews and will have something to talk about. So look forward to that, too.
Truman Capps SLEEEEP.