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The Zombie-Seal enters America
Jun. 11th, 2004 05:51 pmI have safely arrived in Colorado and will write more later. The next five or six days will most likely mean no easy computer access, since we are taking a rented van to Salt Lake City. My Geek has coached some of the high school brats so well in speech, that they actually made it to nationals, so now Mormon-land here we come!
I'm still very jet lagged and probably caught some infectious cold from the affectionate 9 year old girl who sat next to me, squeeing while watching Brother Bear over and over again for six or so hours on the plane, leaning her head against my shoulder when she became too upset over something, turning to shout something to her kid brother in the back, and thus coughing and sneezing directly at me on several occasions.
I swear...that kid is lucky my ovaries are feeling the biological clock ticking, otherwise she might be dead. As it was, it was almost cute. Almost.
On my way from Newark to Denver I sat next to a rather nice version of Forrest Gump, on his way to visit his aunt. He didn't serve me chocolates or the home-knitted wisdom of his mom's words, but he helped me with my heavy luggage and made simple philosophical remarks about things like door knobs and curtain holders, ending it with a disarmingly shy Forrest-grin.
They didn't check shit. I'm a smallish red head from Sweden, obviously no one thinks I'm interesting enough to even smuggle dairy products (which I did!!). I was waved through benevolently at every custom's check up along the road. The world is obviously not fair, give me dark hair and a beard and I'll show you some different treatment on the same poor bags...
...no, I'm actually not complaining at all though...
I try to pretend that all the flags hanging low in this country, and the post offices being closed, is due to the fact that Ray Charles died - not that other guy.
I'm sorry, I'm so amazed at how American presidents are viewed. Here in Sweden they would't close the post office for anyone not even the king, and certainly not some politician.
There are too few heroes in the world, when there is such a need to construct heroes from such poor fabric....
I wouldn't mourn the pope, the prime minister or any other self-declared walking truth-filter nearly as much as I'd mourn the every-day hero who tackles the mundane and dreary hardship of feeding and clothing her or his close ones and still being there for their friends.
Feed the gray with gold and it shall become less gray, feed the world with bullshit and it shall become Reagan's funeral.
..oh and I love my geek, Amen.
I'm still very jet lagged and probably caught some infectious cold from the affectionate 9 year old girl who sat next to me, squeeing while watching Brother Bear over and over again for six or so hours on the plane, leaning her head against my shoulder when she became too upset over something, turning to shout something to her kid brother in the back, and thus coughing and sneezing directly at me on several occasions.
I swear...that kid is lucky my ovaries are feeling the biological clock ticking, otherwise she might be dead. As it was, it was almost cute. Almost.
On my way from Newark to Denver I sat next to a rather nice version of Forrest Gump, on his way to visit his aunt. He didn't serve me chocolates or the home-knitted wisdom of his mom's words, but he helped me with my heavy luggage and made simple philosophical remarks about things like door knobs and curtain holders, ending it with a disarmingly shy Forrest-grin.
They didn't check shit. I'm a smallish red head from Sweden, obviously no one thinks I'm interesting enough to even smuggle dairy products (which I did!!). I was waved through benevolently at every custom's check up along the road. The world is obviously not fair, give me dark hair and a beard and I'll show you some different treatment on the same poor bags...
...no, I'm actually not complaining at all though...
I try to pretend that all the flags hanging low in this country, and the post offices being closed, is due to the fact that Ray Charles died - not that other guy.
I'm sorry, I'm so amazed at how American presidents are viewed. Here in Sweden they would't close the post office for anyone not even the king, and certainly not some politician.
There are too few heroes in the world, when there is such a need to construct heroes from such poor fabric....
I wouldn't mourn the pope, the prime minister or any other self-declared walking truth-filter nearly as much as I'd mourn the every-day hero who tackles the mundane and dreary hardship of feeding and clothing her or his close ones and still being there for their friends.
Feed the gray with gold and it shall become less gray, feed the world with bullshit and it shall become Reagan's funeral.
..oh and I love my geek, Amen.
