A good night.
Oct. 10th, 2004 11:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Visited with my dad's side of the family, tonight. Haed a really long, good talk, with my dad, about how too much of the world is falling into Deontologism. Too many people believing that what's right is right, and that's the end of it. And he understands how that would be my problem, in the philosophy department, especially with what i'm trying to accomplish. But he also knows that i'm willing to fight for it, and cautioned me to remember that the fight shouldn't be the Whole.
The more i talk to my family, recently, the more i realise how much i take after both of my parents. Improvements on the original design. And they honestly feel i have it in me to do better than most people against whom i'd be competing, for slots, in the department. Not just parental confidence, but actual belief.
It's weird when people actually believe in you... Strange...
Well, shit. Now I have to do REALLY well.
Here's the thing i wrote, in the airpot, yesterday:
Airport Reflections
They’ve started remodeling, at Hartsfield International Airport; the windows are all plywood-braced, and the there are concrete and plastic barriers, everywhere. Now I know, those of you who’ve been to Hartsfield are saying, “So what’s new?” The Lights.
They’ve ripped out the ceiling, exposed the pipes, ducts, wires, and Tubes. And the lights are exposed. All of the ductwork is that silverfoil-covered kind, and the light from the open fixtures distorts and reflects harshly, more harsh, even, than the natural fluorescent glare. They’ve put up those lamps on hooks, like they use in mines, strung them right along the ceiling, next to the housings for the standard illumination. It’s darker and brighter, in the airport, at the same time, now.
You notice more things, different things, when you first stop to notice the changes in your visible, available Light and Darkness. For instance: There are new vending machines , in the centre lobbies, where you get off of the escalators,. As you come up from the Airport Train System (that’s for you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mistersleepless), you see a system of kiosks, and stand alone vending machines. The kiosks are internet access/wireless port/ATM combos; new, but fairly standard, in airports, across the US. The vending machines, however, made me pause. They are full of electronics. Calculators, disposable cameras, pens, yes, OK. I’ll grant those. But these have wireless cards; power sources for phones, laptops, PDAs; phones for Sale. All of this hooked up to a touch screen and credit card reader. And that’s simply what I had time to peruse, while I stood there, shocked and awed, before I made my way to my gate. As Devin would say, “Bitchin’ Technology.”
Airports mean a lot to me, not nearly all of it good. They mean loss, pain, change, transition, Crossroads, pathways, choices, new things, leaving old things. Every time I come to the airport, I feel like I should be taking my copy of Neuromancer or Count Zero.
I talked with the clerk, at the CNN Newsstand, about how my dad used to travel, all over, and brought me back foreign currency. I have over $2 in collected Canadian Change. Many years of nickels, pennies, dimes, and, occasionally, quarters.
Airport thoughts.
....
That's all, for now.
I'll check you cats, later.
{11.38pm: You might be taking stock of your living situation today, WOLVEN, and you could decide to make some big changes. Maybe you are growing tired with the physical look of your place. You might be thinking about an alteration to your home's layout. You might be drawing up some plans for remodeling. Or you could be thinking about building something nice like a piece of furniture. It might be good to change the energy in your home.
New shelves, or some such? Maybe so. Maybe So.}
The more i talk to my family, recently, the more i realise how much i take after both of my parents. Improvements on the original design. And they honestly feel i have it in me to do better than most people against whom i'd be competing, for slots, in the department. Not just parental confidence, but actual belief.
It's weird when people actually believe in you... Strange...
Well, shit. Now I have to do REALLY well.
Here's the thing i wrote, in the airpot, yesterday:
Airport Reflections
They’ve started remodeling, at Hartsfield International Airport; the windows are all plywood-braced, and the there are concrete and plastic barriers, everywhere. Now I know, those of you who’ve been to Hartsfield are saying, “So what’s new?” The Lights.
They’ve ripped out the ceiling, exposed the pipes, ducts, wires, and Tubes. And the lights are exposed. All of the ductwork is that silverfoil-covered kind, and the light from the open fixtures distorts and reflects harshly, more harsh, even, than the natural fluorescent glare. They’ve put up those lamps on hooks, like they use in mines, strung them right along the ceiling, next to the housings for the standard illumination. It’s darker and brighter, in the airport, at the same time, now.
You notice more things, different things, when you first stop to notice the changes in your visible, available Light and Darkness. For instance: There are new vending machines , in the centre lobbies, where you get off of the escalators,. As you come up from the Airport Train System (that’s for you,
mistersleepless), you see a system of kiosks, and stand alone vending machines. The kiosks are internet access/wireless port/ATM combos; new, but fairly standard, in airports, across the US. The vending machines, however, made me pause. They are full of electronics. Calculators, disposable cameras, pens, yes, OK. I’ll grant those. But these have wireless cards; power sources for phones, laptops, PDAs; phones for Sale. All of this hooked up to a touch screen and credit card reader. And that’s simply what I had time to peruse, while I stood there, shocked and awed, before I made my way to my gate. As Devin would say, “Bitchin’ Technology.”Airports mean a lot to me, not nearly all of it good. They mean loss, pain, change, transition, Crossroads, pathways, choices, new things, leaving old things. Every time I come to the airport, I feel like I should be taking my copy of Neuromancer or Count Zero.
I talked with the clerk, at the CNN Newsstand, about how my dad used to travel, all over, and brought me back foreign currency. I have over $2 in collected Canadian Change. Many years of nickels, pennies, dimes, and, occasionally, quarters.
Airport thoughts.
....
That's all, for now.
I'll check you cats, later.
{11.38pm: You might be taking stock of your living situation today, WOLVEN, and you could decide to make some big changes. Maybe you are growing tired with the physical look of your place. You might be thinking about an alteration to your home's layout. You might be drawing up some plans for remodeling. Or you could be thinking about building something nice like a piece of furniture. It might be good to change the energy in your home.
New shelves, or some such? Maybe so. Maybe So.}
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Date: 2004-10-10 09:15 pm (UTC)no subject
And yeah, i just stand there, anyway, and make the passengers feel inferior.
Airports, to me, are.... important.
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Date: 2004-10-10 09:20 pm (UTC)You existing pretty much makes the passengers inferior.
Airports....are an equal distribution of joy and pain and in that sense great and bastardly all at the same time. Returning HOME was a feeling beyond comprehension. Having to get on the flight back "home" I wanted to die, becuase I'd still be THERE, rather than here.
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*bows* Thank you much. ;)
The Crossroads, for the new milleniums.
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Date: 2004-10-10 09:31 pm (UTC)That's what I think about Airports. And Train stations.
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Date: 2004-10-11 01:26 am (UTC)no subject
It's a strange airport, indeed.
this gypsy loves her airports...
Date: 2004-10-12 01:05 pm (UTC)mmm...airport smell...time for me to jump on a plane agin soon here...
Re: this gypsy loves her airports...
A home to may other homes
Date: 2004-10-13 03:36 pm (UTC)Rosie
Re: A home to may other homes