Travels

And then again, there are times like when I met Carmine, Tan, and Natalie, and in a brief stretch of a day, we'd blazed past the usual muddled interactions of polite traveler-talk and sped up time to the point where it feels like we've known each other for ages.

Much of the world is in shit, isn't it?  If you had a map, and if you lit spots in the world where there's violence, I think the round ball of mud would light up like a jack-o-lantern.

I was going to visit the theatre today, arriving in Amman in the morning – except at the time of this incident, I was passed out in my hostel, one block away from the theatre, from the heat.

The one character I see more than Mickey Mouse around the world: the Laughing Cow, of the cheese fame.

We rushed headlong into the crazy dialogue. In fits and starts we began, eyeing the line that crawled to the flight attendant, careening from the silly to the sublime, opining on crazy Elyse's beliefs and surviving on my own desire to escape the tedium of the airport...

What was atypical was that the maniac drove on the shoulder of the freeway – brushing the freakin wall – in the rain.