|and then toads rained from the sky
||[Jun. 23rd, 2005|04:33 pm]
I just got back from my 36-hour trip to Washington, DC for my big economics book launch. The launch and the board meeting was hugely successful, and I think it was great for the series, plus I got some new projects. Everything else about the trip was disastrous. My flight out was ok, except the dinner I brought (they don't serve food anymore) leaked in my bag before I got on the flight and I ended up throwing it out before I got on the plane. The flight itself was ok, and John Kerry was in first class, so I spent the trip trying to identify which people on the plane were federal marshalls. I got in at 1 in the morning to discover that they had overbooked my hotel, and they had to find me a new one. I ended up staying in the guest house of Gaulludette University, which is an excellent college for the deaf, way out in the suburbs, which was nice, but I got there at 3:00, and when I tried to calm myself down with cable, I discovered that it all had no sound. I got up, scrounged coffee, took a cab over where I had a really entertaining cab driver who espoused, with no apparent irony, fundamentalist christian views and left-wing conspiracy theories. Had the very good meeting--I'll let you know when it'll be on C-span!--and because I was so entertained by what I had heard to date, had the cab driver meet from before drive me to the airport where I heard about how the CIA imported drugs to kill and control African American, and how the street dealers are going to hell for eternity for doing the work they do. I had not had any lunch at the reception because I had to talk to a bunch of different authors, and the line for food was too long, so I grabbed a coffee and cookie at Starbucks, and got on my plane. The plane was a two-decker airbus, completely filled, with half the people consisting of German tourists who didn't speak English, short six flight attendants, and I got a middle seat, not an aisle or a window. The German tourists didn't understand why there was no food and why they couldn't stand up during takeoff, which the sparse flight attendants had to explain to each one individually. Keep in mind that by this point, I hadn't eaten anything except some sugar and caffeine in 24 hours and had not had much sleep for two days. They started to show "Hitch" with Will Smith, and as I was too wiped to read the ms I brought, I started to watch--while Will Smith is no Brendan Fraser, who is my favorite star of airplane movies, it was light and fun. They stop the picture, announce they made a mistake, and instead start playing "Million Dollar Baby". This is a movie I want to see, but with its combination of father-daughter relationships, damaged hopes, Irish poetry, and disability and death, I was crying hard by half way through. I took off the headphones, closed my eyes, and started listening to my ipod, while the defense contractor next to me very kindly gave me the cocktail napkin from his drink for a tissue, and thankfully didn't ask me why I was crying, because I would have cried more. I got home, made a salad, and slept for 10 hours. |
While I am physically at work today, secretly I'm sleeping.