tuckova

ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things

people I talked to:

  • a group of Czechs who were returning from Rwanda where they were laying the groundwork to make a documentary about a children's circus
  • an air-traffic controller victorious from a golf tournament
  • sanitary napkin moguls with a precocious six-year-old motormouth, all shouting to be heard
  • a consultant for HP who mostly slept but also made great small talk
  • some French nuns who were baffled by the visa paperwork so I filled it out for them; with no language in common we merely smiled at each other with fine form-filling fellow feeling
 
stimulation:
  • an oddly Paul Simon-heavy soundtrack broadcast from inside my mind
  • the trees, exactly what I expected but more beautiful
  • a school of bright blue fish that I almost drowned following; so many, so lovely
 
things I thought about:
  • planes should be divided into sleeping and not-sleeping sections
  • Dubai is disturbingly like Vegas while also being its opposite
  • how listening is an act of love
  • why people think anger is an effective response when it usually isn't
  • friendship and its facets, the sparkle and the cut
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