Waiting to take off and the options are rolling around in my head: What ISP? Is a new modem string such a big deal to code and execute? The whole problem resides in my computer gateway/router named Mel, hidden in the /etc directory of the wvdial.conf file. Why am I fucking around with a dial up anyway? Not buying into any more Telco or Cable from Verizon or Comcast, that's why. Well it's all going to have to wait until Monday. Mel is dead. This is just the way I live. Time check, here we go to lifting off, the pressure shift, ears popping, nose drying out, and eyes tearing.
I observe two women passengers passing in the airplane and they do this small smiley thing. They don't even know each other and they do this half smile greeting. Just a little curved up half smile that lasts a couple of seconds and then the face goes blank again to two lined lips. Some secret communication, an acknowledgement, like they're comrades in some secret sect. I don't do that sort of thing. I always try to look at nothing and nobody. It just feels safer for me that way.
The stewardess doesn't do this smiley thing, she smiles all the time. She just brought me some nice cereal with a banana. I almost feel at home. Maybe I'll just relax and come back to this thing about smiling and the way women secretly communicate by half-smiles. But for now I can't stay on this page for there is too much turbulence.
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We arrive in Memphis and we "take in" The National Civil Rights Museum. When in Memphis, this is the first place one should visit. Then we have to go pick up Bill at the airport. I haven't seen him for thirty years. We have our first lecture this afternoon. | ||||
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SUN STUDIO LECTURE
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