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Thursday, January 19, 2006

Some thoughts in transit...

"O'Hare International Airport" is a deceptively romantic-sounding name. the airport itself is more like a mall on steroids with suckling planes.
there is a prevalence of those android-like ear pieces that dennis so loves...it seems like every third person's wearing them! i managed to tear my eyes away from the stream of automaton plodding through the hallways to look to my right and see a 2 meter ad: "Automation - technology and YOU! We can make it happen!" some company spouting the virtues of cybernetics. creepy.
bearded tree-planters lace hiking boots alongside stern-faced businessmen who quickly replace black leather dress shoes, whole white-haired argyle-clad gentlemen slip into soft brown loafers - homeland security makes NO exceptions, there could be bombs hiding in YOUR shoes!
"your attention please, moving walkway is coming to an end. please look down." as i wandered through the airport for four hours, i made it a point to always look up at the mirrored ceiling when i got to the end of the people-mover.
i need to have a word with the person who designed the bathrooms in the airport. at least the women´s. have you ever struggled to cram yourself AND your carry-on baggage into one of those miniscule stalls as the P.A. blares "please do not leave your luggage unattended. unattended luggage will be confiscated by the chicago police."? and that´s nothing compared to the struggle to get OUT of the stall...the doors open inwards for chrissake!