ok, having said that it’s incumbent upon me to write about politics i think that i’ll write a journal entry that has nothing to do with politics.
since september of 2003 i’ve been fortunate in that i haven’t had to do too much travelling.
all of the touring around ‘play’ & ’18’ kind of soured me on the whole travelling experience, so when the touring ended i made it my goal to stay in my neighborhood in nyc as much as possible.
but now i’m in an airport.
and my flight was supposed to be at 7:45.
and it’s been pushed back to 11pm.
and it might get pushed back again.
travelling blows.
i mean there are entertaining diversions to be had in airports…
watching the drunk texan businessman in the bar trying to pick up the alcoholic lady with the vinyl pants.
looking at tabloid magazines to find out about j-lo and her new coterie of boyfriends.
reading about rats.
etc.
i guess as an adjunct to my ‘it’s incumbent upon me to write about politics and the free world rests on my shoulders etc’ journal entry i should say that even in a world wherein it’s incumbent upon us to be politically aware and involved we(or i)can still be stupid at times, too.
i can write my political journal entries(and you can ignore them if you so choose).
and i can write my disjointed unpolitical entries(and you can ignore them if you so choose).
have you ever had a rat as a pet?
they’re great.
i rat-sat a rat named captain nipper and she was fantastic.
even her poop was inoffensive.
just dry little bits kind of similar to ice-cream sprinkles.
i think that rats get a very bad rep/rap.
they’re very clean and social and they are very bright, too.
rats and bats, they are great. they are our friends.
hurray for rats and bats.
without bats there would be no bananas.
and without rats there would be no, uh, sheep.
that’s right. rats pollinate sheep.
so the next time you’re admiring a handsome sheep, just remember that he/she wouldn’t exist without rats.
there’s nothing like a few solitary hours in newark airport to really get the nonsequiturish juices flowing.
maybe i’ll go see how drunk texan/vinyl pants lady are getting on.
maybe they’re celebrating their love in the handicapped toilet.
see, love and romance can flourish even here in glamorous newark airport.
moby