in l.a now.
and i’m very sorry to say that i’m not going to be able to appear at the q101 christmas concert on sunday. i’m really sorry, and hopefully i’ll be able to come to chicago in the fairly near future to make it up to you guys. sorry.
we took off from san francisco in a monsoon and the turbulence was really gnarly (i’m in california, i have to use words like ‘gnarly’. it’s the law) and i was reminded of my perverse love of turbulence.
i don’t expect anyone else to understand it, but whenever i’m on a plane and there’s a lot of turbulence i find myself grinning like a 6 yearold at disneyworld. it’s not like i want the plane to crash, but i do enjoy the odd spot of turbulence every now and then. and if theturbulence is really consistent it helps me to fall asleep. i know, that’s bizarre.
maybe it’s somehow akin to being jostled in the womb or in a bassinette.
i dunno. but todays turbulence was very enjoyable. although i do feel guilty looking at the other passengers who are usually in various states of agitation while i have a big smile on my face. i try to keep my love of turbulence to myself so as not to antagonize my fellow passengers.
and i found my socks. they were in my hat. which seems like a perfectly logical place to keep socks. no it doesn’t. maybe my brain was jostledin the assault. maybe i’ll start counting toothpicks.
moby