Six Word Stories: Little girl in the big city, part I
August 31 2009
Clear airport security (avoid wearing belts).
"Baggage". Light weight, heavy mind. Check.
Man reading; he's in another world.
License inspected: "You're cute as mouse"
(Beats looking like an axe murderer).
"Darling, love", she called to remind.
Agnes from Westjet called: "...arrive early".
Window view: big, blue, sleeping giant.
Cell-phone tag. Finally. Biggest hug ever.
Hop on train. Hop off train.
Hop back on the same train.
Laugh aloud. Same train, different cart.
Jump on bus. Call Mohammad: Science-centre!
My first IMAX Film experience, ever:
The edge of the world, perhaps?
September 2 2009
Steven's guide to equivalencies, as follows:
Delerium Tremens: equivalent of two beers
A bagel: equal to four toasts
Shisha: smoke about five cigarettes
August 31 2009
"...like I'm floating in the air"
"No. You're sitting in a chair"
Watching citylights glow like birthday candles.
Ramadan mornings. Almost 5am. Allah? No.
Hymns play in the living room.
Poke Good Girl. "Don't touch me"
Good Girl sleeps. Poke again. Giggle.
Finally, she's up. After... bazillion pokes.
Long subway ride to Islington Station.
Return: the beginning of the horseshoe.
Nap on your neighbor's shoulder.
Man stares, creepily, rolling... to stop.
Yes, we're waiting for the bus.
Snap. Snap. Dead digital camera. Oh well.
Clear airport security (avoid wearing belts).
"Baggage". Light weight, heavy mind. Check.
Man reading; he's in another world.
License inspected: "You're cute as mouse"
(Beats looking like an axe murderer).
"Darling, love", she called to remind.
Agnes from Westjet called: "...arrive early".
Window view: big, blue, sleeping giant.
Cell-phone tag. Finally. Biggest hug ever.
Hop on train. Hop off train.
Hop back on the same train.
Laugh aloud. Same train, different cart.
Jump on bus. Call Mohammad: Science-centre!
My first IMAX Film experience, ever:
The edge of the world, perhaps?
September 2 2009
Steven's guide to equivalencies, as follows:
Delerium Tremens: equivalent of two beers
A bagel: equal to four toasts
Shisha: smoke about five cigarettes
August 31 2009
"...like I'm floating in the air"
"No. You're sitting in a chair"
Watching citylights glow like birthday candles.
Ramadan mornings. Almost 5am. Allah? No.
Hymns play in the living room.
Poke Good Girl. "Don't touch me"
Good Girl sleeps. Poke again. Giggle.
Finally, she's up. After... bazillion pokes.
Long subway ride to Islington Station.
Return: the beginning of the horseshoe.
Nap on your neighbor's shoulder.
Man stares, creepily, rolling... to stop.
Yes, we're waiting for the bus.
Snap. Snap. Dead digital camera. Oh well.