I'm back, and boy is Japan hot, humid, and full of creepy loud cicadas. The fiery ball of death scenario nearly came true on my flight from Chicago to Tokyo, as we were delayed a few minutes to "fix the engine." No kidding. Aren't pilots supposed to use technical-speak in order to instill confidence in their passengers? Something along the lines of "we will be performing routine maintenance" (if we don't fix this the plane will explode mid-flight) or "just a little systems analysis and we'll be off the ground" (the wing is about to fall off and we're getting the duct tape) would be nice. Luckily my terror morphed into extreme boredom midflight, and then a severe headache by the end.
By the time I finally got home, the overbearing smell of tatami (normally not an unpleasant smell) in my closed apartment sent my stomach into spasms and my recent airplane meal nearly into the sink. Manfully I choked it down and collapsed into bed at 6pm. Yeah!
Expect more later, as soon as I get my apartment out of catastrophe-mode.
Comments
OK so I am so lame for not seeing you when you were here but LORD you were hardly here for long after being THERE for a YEAR. Maybe I will catch you on the 2006 run of the Boston area. You re-upped for another year because of a girl didn't you???
Posted by: Michelle | August 11, 2005 11:59 AM
er ... now why would I do a thing like that?
Maybe that ... and a good dose of avoiding real life. Why get a real job when you can hang out in Japan for years and figure out what you really want to do?
Posted by: Justin | August 11, 2005 12:13 PM
Hey, it couldn't have been all that bad. Assuming you were flying in a 747 (most likely on that route) you actually could have made the whole trip on only 3 out of 4 engines anyway. :-)
As for avoiding real life--man, I still feel like I'm doing that and I have what most would consider a steady gig. I'm 27, have a wonderful wife, lots of debt, a decent job though, and I still have no clue what I want to DO. 'Course, most people I know in their 20's and even 30's are in the same boat. So we drink (and do other things) to drown our uncertainties and we'll all wake up at 50 and think "Damn, where'd it all go?". Ain't life grand?
Happy b-day, BTW... :-)
Posted by: jansen | August 12, 2005 11:39 PM
some people wake up at eighty, some people never wake up (you know the old saying "ignorance is bliss") and some just make the best of what's around
there ain't no easy formula.
Posted by: dad | August 14, 2005 7:13 AM
anyway ...
the new phrase for disregarding perfection is
"it's overrated anyway"
previously stated as
"it's just a _______, no one will notice"
and that my friends is your latest lesson in Polish existentialism
Posted by: dad | August 14, 2005 7:19 AM