cleanse

i went to the beach for an hour yesterday. sunday. late afternoon. i find that this is the best time of day to be at the beach, for me. the sun was blasting through clouds and the coastline continued its slow erosion into the atlantic. it was so soothing. the white noise of the process has a way of focusing and centering and i became the stereotype of a human looking to the sea for inspiration, clarification and a destination. i found some clarity, and left the other two for another time. ok.

gulp

so, about a year ago, i came across an amazing pelican paperback book cover in a second-hand shop in newburyport massachusetts. i had no idea what i was getting into. i used to collect zwarte beertje books from the netherlands. books illustrated by the famous dick bruna, of "miffy" or "nijntje" fame, but i was clueless about the pelican paperbacks. check out this link, phenomenal. these are two i found yesterday, i now have 4. more please. ok. good.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/acejet170/sets/72157600089984134/

i don't know.

hi. this image pretty much sums it up. up, down, on, off, round and around. who the hell knows? i wish did . . .

ok.

lost in . . . wherever

i was on a flight from boston to hong kong, via newark. an 1100 am flight from boston turned into a  530 pm wheels up, and then we didn't take off from newark until 800 pm. after 20 minutes in the air, a man in front and to the right of me started accosting the man behind him for touching the seat too much. 

"i can feel you kicking the seat, can i get some sleep?"

— "i'm not kicking the seat."

"you may not think you are, but i can feel it. am i saying it right, am i speaking s-l-o-w-l-y enough?"

and so on and so on with both voices raised well above normal cabin chat. the kicker looked at me for some sort of support, i just shut my eyes. 

on the flight, i watched "lost in translation" for the first time. amazing that i never saw it until now. i probably need to watch it again, but there were some parts that made an impression. of course, the end. what i appreciated most was the notion that, despite the entirety of their lives that they have to deal with, they could finally realize the importance of those moments shared. humans do not spend enough time understanding how significant connections can be. will they result in something much bigger? a friendship, a relationship, more? it doesn't really matter, but the experience needs to be recognized and social conventions need to be trashed. 

taking a chance and having something happen, is far better than getting in a taxi and just going home.

ok. good.