“When anybody asks, 'What are you writing about now?' if I try to reply, the book-in-the-works sounds so idiotic to me that I think, 'Why am I trying to write that puerile junk?' So now I give up; if I could talk about it, I wouldn't have to write it."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet


The Joy of Flying

Thursday, September 24, 2009

I flew to another state to visit a good friend last week. I used to love flying. So why did they have to ruin it? – "they" being the terrorists, I suppose. They're like the kids back in school who misbehaved and resigned us all to the fate of recesses spent inside with our heads on our desks. I mean, really – it's humiliating, taking off your shoes and shuffling along stocking-footed in a public place; taking off your belt and holding your jeans up so they don't fall down. Thank goodness they didn't want to frisk me. That would probably have been the last straw; I might have turned around and gone home and never made it to her place.

I remember the time when your loved ones could walk right up to the gate with you, and watch through the window as your plane left. If you were lucky enough to have a window seat on the appropriate side, you might even see them waving. And perhaps it's just movie-induced romanticization, but catching up with someone at baggage claim just doesn't have the same effect as seeing them waiting for you at the gate as you step off the plane.

There is one part of flying, however, that they can't ruin for me. It's that moment – especially on a cloudy day – when the airplane breaks through the clouds into the blue sky and you find an entirely new world above. It can be cloudy, rainy, ugly weather on the ground, but above the clouds it's eternally sunny. On a thickly overcast day (like the one on which I flew home this week) the clouds below look like a vast expanse of snowy fields, forever unmarred by human footsteps, gleaming in the sunlight. That moment is my favorite part of flying, and it is the one reason that I still love to fly.



How Much Do I Love These Socks!?

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

socksAre these not just the greatest? I'm not usually much of a novelty sock person – they never match my clothes – but these are just too stinkin' cute!

(I saw them on Daily Candy. If you like them, they're available at Ashi Dashi.)


I Totally Got An iPhone

Sunday, September 06, 2009

The Geek's company recently changed their mobile phone service to AT&T, and with that got an employee discount on mobile phone plans. So, since we have noticed that we get better reception now (usually about 2 bars, sometimes more) than we used to (0 bars on a good day), we decided it might be time to get me a mobile phone again. I wanted to get one soon since I'll be traveling in a couple weeks (that's right, Blond Girl, I'm coming to see you in less than 2 weeks!), so we headed into the city yesterday and found ourselves an AT&T store.

On the way there, we discussed what I wanted. I had owned a PDA before and wanted a phone with the organizational capabilities I had with that device, which meant we were probably going to be looking at a smart phone. Having had a "regular" phone before, I knew that I would most likely not get what I wanted from another one.

Of course when we got there, the very perky, cheerful sales girl took us directly to the iPhones because "once you've seen them you won't want anything else!" That's exactly what I was afraid of.

After listening to her rave for about 10 minutes about the wonders of this magnificent device (which really are a little mesmerizing), I forced myself to be practical and explained what I needed (as opposed to what I wanted, which was now definitely an iPhone) in a phone hoping that I might somehow be able to get out of this store without committing myself to a data plan.

Well, as I have already given away in my title, I ended up with the iPhone because the regular phones all look like rotary dial phones after one glimpse of an iPhone, because it was only $99 when you set up new service, and because she was right – once you've seen an iPhone you don't want anything else.