The Second Installment
The Second Installment Begins
I’m the true-to-life Mr. Bean thank you very much. I had just gotten my boarding passes at DIA and went to the bathroom, when no sooner do I drop my passport and tickets into the sink, at which point the motion detectors decided to start auto-splash my identity papers. (Just because they have the shelf there, don’t mean it’s going to stay there.) Luckily, I had a hot-stove reflex and caught them from the side (otherwise, I would’ve had the joy of getting a new passport and visa and paying United to get a new ticket). Doh! The journey of a thousand miles begins with me nearly scuttling the whole venture. They really need to get e-Passport Retina ID so we could dispense with all these paper tokens subject to loss and theft.
On the bright-side my reflexes are good -- I can learn to catch flies with chopsticks no prob at this rate.
I went to Park Meadows Mall in search for some sort of steel-case waterproof case last night, but there was only leather junk. I can say for sure that’s not enough protection against my absentminded nature.
My flight to San Fran went faster than any I’ve ever been on. So I’m hoping this twelve hour junket I’m facing goes as smooth. Hardy-har-har.
Although I’ve never seen San Fran, I can tell from the airport that it prides itself on unrivaled trendy-ness. Even the food court has about 9 gourmet options, while the lone fast food restaurant is hidden away in some dark corridor.
I brought my Chinese study books, but I don’t think I’m going to study on the plane. There will be enough of that soon enough. I’m just trying to keep relaxed, and see if it would be possible for me to sleep on this flight.
What did I bring to read? De rerum naturem by Lucretius. Phiac Tan (goofy mock South-East Asia travel guide, should be interesting to see if it’s confiscated). The Jungle by Upton Sinclair. Cien Años de Soledad. Mags: Muy Interesante, National Geographic, Skeptical Inquirer.
I’m the true-to-life Mr. Bean thank you very much. I had just gotten my boarding passes at DIA and went to the bathroom, when no sooner do I drop my passport and tickets into the sink, at which point the motion detectors decided to start auto-splash my identity papers. (Just because they have the shelf there, don’t mean it’s going to stay there.) Luckily, I had a hot-stove reflex and caught them from the side (otherwise, I would’ve had the joy of getting a new passport and visa and paying United to get a new ticket). Doh! The journey of a thousand miles begins with me nearly scuttling the whole venture. They really need to get e-Passport Retina ID so we could dispense with all these paper tokens subject to loss and theft.
On the bright-side my reflexes are good -- I can learn to catch flies with chopsticks no prob at this rate.
I went to Park Meadows Mall in search for some sort of steel-case waterproof case last night, but there was only leather junk. I can say for sure that’s not enough protection against my absentminded nature.
My flight to San Fran went faster than any I’ve ever been on. So I’m hoping this twelve hour junket I’m facing goes as smooth. Hardy-har-har.
Although I’ve never seen San Fran, I can tell from the airport that it prides itself on unrivaled trendy-ness. Even the food court has about 9 gourmet options, while the lone fast food restaurant is hidden away in some dark corridor.
I brought my Chinese study books, but I don’t think I’m going to study on the plane. There will be enough of that soon enough. I’m just trying to keep relaxed, and see if it would be possible for me to sleep on this flight.
What did I bring to read? De rerum naturem by Lucretius. Phiac Tan (goofy mock South-East Asia travel guide, should be interesting to see if it’s confiscated). The Jungle by Upton Sinclair. Cien Años de Soledad. Mags: Muy Interesante, National Geographic, Skeptical Inquirer.
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