Journal / Flying Fruit Phobia

ok, i admit it, this is a long flight.
i thought i was all tough and inured to long flights, but this is a long flight.
in theory we’re only 3 hours from l.a. and we’ve been in the air for around 11 hours.
and the sunset as we flew over the date line was one of the most amazing things that i’ve ever seen.
hard to describe. but these tropical cloud formations were just amazing. like cloud cities. or like connective tissue.
but now it’s dark and everyone on the plane is asleep except for me, surprise surprise.
i’m sure i’ll fall asleep just as they start the breakfast service. just the words ‘breakfast service’ on an overnight flight are enough to give me a phobic reaction.
being bleary eyed after having 45 minutes of airplane sleep as some well intentioned flight attendant puts a plate of inedible, waxy fruit in front of me.
i’m doing the simpsons shudder just thinking about it.
the japanese airlines don’t have inedible, waxy fruit.
they tend to have nice fruit.
other airlines should take note. waking up to breakfast service, though, is always crap. especially when every fiber of your body just wants to have real sleep. but maybe i’ll avoid the aforementioned horrors by staying awake and just waiting to sleep at the hotel.
yes, that seems like a good idea. a good idea now, but in an hour or two when the eyelids start drooping it mightn’t seem like such a top-notch idea.
is listening to me rabbit on about the joys and perils of international travel interesting or annoying?
i watched ‘the mothman prophecies’ earlier. the ending was a bit pedestrian, but overall the movie was great. well shot, smart, interesting, scary.
congratulations mark pellington. see, music video directors can make great movies.
the little battery icon on my ibook is starting to run low.
i still can’t believe that my 5 month long international promo trip is over.
i feel this sense of impending freedom. what exactly does one do with ones time when one is not being narcissistic and promotional for 10 hours a day, 7 days a week?
i have visions of relatively unstructured time.
nice visions.
i’ll probably be really bored when actually confronted with this relatively unstructured time. but right now it seems really attractive.
ok, i’m sure i’m being tedious now. so i’ll stop. before mr. battery icon stops me first.
-moby