two flights

i’m leaving rome tomorrow on a tiny plane with katt-matt where we have to reduce our luggage down to a 10 kg bag. ryanair is the enemy. i do truly wish i had left my three pairs of pants, my long sleeve shirt and my jacket and my two button up shirts at home. while i wore the shirt and tie one day in milan and on the train to padova, it’s been in the 90s here most of the time and i scurry from one shady stretch to the next in my shorts and tshirt as we walk through rome.
this has been a good reminder to me that i’d like to get rid of most of my things.
a lot of folks seem to hate ryanair and their staff and their policies. folks online say their staff is determined to bring you to tears. our friend mary warned us a few times, they literally screwed me both ways. never again.
matt discussed a this american life episode about a guy who cried only when seeing movies on planes. something about the whole emotional situation.
matt forgot his mini tripod in milan. matt hasn’t brought a guitar for busking but a microphone for setting down material. an impressive rode that attached to his iPhone. i think i might want to get a microphone like that now. i’m not sure what i’d create with it exactly. all of it. music recordings, like sara’s cover of ambulance. talking and patching together sounds for shows. making new songs myself. art. record it all and store everything outside of your head. but i also want to be wary of talking myself into buying new things. i want to be wary.
i remember getting david a zoom h4 years ago for his birthday. i sometimes wonder if he still wants to create a radio show. to become beyond the next ira glass. but he doesn’t, he’s pretty clear with his path these days it seems. move to somewhere and do that thing.
on the lovely airfrance flight on the way over, kat and i were excited. sure, i’m excited on every flight. but this is one of the airlines where they’ll share in it with you, feed you serious food, pour a champagne toast included with your ticket. she said, let’s watch all of the movies, there’s so many good ones. i wanted to watch the new muppet movie. not the jason segel or bret mckenzie one, but the newer one yet that people say is bad. it’s what they had. we started and it was a mess and i apologized a few minutes in and we switched to watching frozen which neither of us had seen. about ten minutes in something set of something in me and i started crying. kat looked at me and i couldn’t stop but then i started laughing because i wasn’t sure how this happened and it signaled to kat that it was okay to laugh and that i was sort of okay. it happened on and off throughout the movie and finally at the end credits and i never had a full handle on why. i don’t want to analyze it too much.

1 comment
  1. Don’t analyze it o’er much, but they say that the high altitude is conducive to crying. It takes less to bring tears to the brink at that air pressure. Less environmental inhibition? Who knows.

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