I Can't Walk Right
I'm sorry to everyone that I didn't get to say goodbye before I left. I slept in till midday on New Years day, spent the evening with my parents, and then left bright and early the next morning. I wasn't able to say goodbye to anyone. It sucked, clearly, but at least I didnt play favorites. Seeing everyone over break was really great. Summer will be the same, but in overdrive.
My day traveling back to Chicago was quite possibly the worst travel experience of my life. I was either on a plane or in an airport for twelve, count it, twelve hours straight. I read the book High Fidelity at LAX while waiting for my plane. I didn't read it on the plane, I didn't start it during break, I bought the book from an airport store when I first heard my flight was delayed and as the flight was continually pushed back in never-ending half hour increments, I ended up reading the entire book, start to finish. It was a really good book, but I'm gonna invariably associate that miserable, endless, sweaty airport terminal with it. I'm never flying American Airlines again, ever.
Now, I don't mean to be racist, but everyone who works at American Airlines is Mexican, 60+, probably unclean, and was kidnapped at the border. Following this abuse, I have to assume, they are so disgruntled at the miserable treatment that America has given their people, that they take it out by being disinterested in efficiency and very angry towards all the customers. This is fact. There are many people of Mexican descent whom I love and admire, the workers of American Airlines are simply not among them. You may say I'm being unfair, that any airline would have heavily delayed flights with the thunderstorms in Chicago, but the capper was that after waiting a 300-page book's worth of time in the airport and flying next to an overweight black man who was spilling into my seat (no movies provided), I got to a baggage claim where the sweet order and calmness of United (my usual airline of choice) was replaced by mass chaos. My own bag was not in plain sight, and there was literally, literally a 300 person line behind the help desk (presided over by one Mexican female) because the angry workers had shipped an entire other flight's worth of bags to some other state out of spite. I ended up finding my bag, but it was the longest, most miserable baggage claim experience of my life, following the most miserable airplane experience. The line for taxi's was also ridiculous, so I walked over to another terminal and, suddenly, there was a small line, attentive workers, and everything was wonderful. American Airlines is cursed.
Anyway, school's going fine. Yada yada. I might have some interesting news after this weekend. Maybe not.
Jon Stewart is hosting the oscars. Everyone else is shitting their pants with glee, but I'm more apprehensive. I love Daily Show as much as the next nineteen year old college male out to get the man, but does anyone else remember Stewart's sordid attempts to host the Grammys about five years ago?
I do. That broadcast is ingrained in my mind, but not in a good way. It's like a WW2 vet has the slaughter of D-Day ingrained in his, like a CIA special agent has five weeks of interrogation and torture in a Korean War prison ingrained in his. It wasn't a good hosting job. Here's hoping now that Stewart is such a bigshot he can get his act together.
Best Movies of the Year coming soon. I still need to see Match Point. Then, money.
My day traveling back to Chicago was quite possibly the worst travel experience of my life. I was either on a plane or in an airport for twelve, count it, twelve hours straight. I read the book High Fidelity at LAX while waiting for my plane. I didn't read it on the plane, I didn't start it during break, I bought the book from an airport store when I first heard my flight was delayed and as the flight was continually pushed back in never-ending half hour increments, I ended up reading the entire book, start to finish. It was a really good book, but I'm gonna invariably associate that miserable, endless, sweaty airport terminal with it. I'm never flying American Airlines again, ever.
Now, I don't mean to be racist, but everyone who works at American Airlines is Mexican, 60+, probably unclean, and was kidnapped at the border. Following this abuse, I have to assume, they are so disgruntled at the miserable treatment that America has given their people, that they take it out by being disinterested in efficiency and very angry towards all the customers. This is fact. There are many people of Mexican descent whom I love and admire, the workers of American Airlines are simply not among them. You may say I'm being unfair, that any airline would have heavily delayed flights with the thunderstorms in Chicago, but the capper was that after waiting a 300-page book's worth of time in the airport and flying next to an overweight black man who was spilling into my seat (no movies provided), I got to a baggage claim where the sweet order and calmness of United (my usual airline of choice) was replaced by mass chaos. My own bag was not in plain sight, and there was literally, literally a 300 person line behind the help desk (presided over by one Mexican female) because the angry workers had shipped an entire other flight's worth of bags to some other state out of spite. I ended up finding my bag, but it was the longest, most miserable baggage claim experience of my life, following the most miserable airplane experience. The line for taxi's was also ridiculous, so I walked over to another terminal and, suddenly, there was a small line, attentive workers, and everything was wonderful. American Airlines is cursed.
Anyway, school's going fine. Yada yada. I might have some interesting news after this weekend. Maybe not.
Jon Stewart is hosting the oscars. Everyone else is shitting their pants with glee, but I'm more apprehensive. I love Daily Show as much as the next nineteen year old college male out to get the man, but does anyone else remember Stewart's sordid attempts to host the Grammys about five years ago?
I do. That broadcast is ingrained in my mind, but not in a good way. It's like a WW2 vet has the slaughter of D-Day ingrained in his, like a CIA special agent has five weeks of interrogation and torture in a Korean War prison ingrained in his. It wasn't a good hosting job. Here's hoping now that Stewart is such a bigshot he can get his act together.
Best Movies of the Year coming soon. I still need to see Match Point. Then, money.