Garbanzo Journalism

I’ve been in Hawaii for two days. I just found the following words scribbled in my notepad. I assume I wrote them.

• The theme of this airplane adventure: I wonder what my pupils look like.

• [My roommate] Shining Grass drove me to the airport. After passing her my lighter, and momentarily grabbing the wheel so she didn’t have to steer, that stat that everyone thinks about being more likely to get into a car crash on the way to the airport than getting into an airplane crash inevitable crosses my mind … and makes a lot more sense.

• I took about seven times longer cooking for my flight than it took me to pack. Jasmine rice, red lentil dahl (what up Noah), curried garbanzo beans, two peanut butter and honey tortilla sandwiches, and Mary’s Gone Crackers Brand pretzel sticks. I don’t fuck around with this shit.

• I’m in the Eugene airport and everyone has a British accent. Something’s not right.

• I just read they’re about to replace the flying people art at the Eugene airport. Bummer. I think I know why. These cats is hipsters! Check out that flickr account. Every last one of them.

• Damn. This duffel bag is pretty fucking legit. ergonomic design, tough canvas. Sir Francis Drake High School will be forever classy in my mind. That’s marketing.

• Damn. Sir Francis Drake didn’t make their duffels x-ray proof. My bag got “subject to further search-ed.” Future does not look bright for red lentil dahl.

• The fate of my mid-flight meal is in the hands of a man name ‘Ned.’

• (I wonder what my pupils look like?) “ … Oh that? I thought that was a solid. It’s not, well… what if I poured some out and left only 4 ounces in my container. Would that be cool?”

• (Still wondering what my pupils look like.)

• Ned answered no. But the dude wasn’t a dick about it. The next 2-7 minutes (measuring time is hard right now) Ned’s compassion was on display. He explained: I could mail my dhal; I could check my bag; I could go outside and eat it; I could give it to a friend. It was like it was my family dog was in question, not my red-lentil dhal.

• With time very much not on my side, I had no choice. “For the homies” I told him. Ned didn’t know what that meant.

• (I wonder what my pupils look like?)

• Even though dude’s like Ned are the most 1984 aspect of my life, it was kind of a beautiful interaction. Big Brother doesn’t seem so bad right now.

• Sitting at the gate now. Watching planes take off, with a rainbow and cumulus clouds providing a backdrop. What’s this? Chums …. BluBlockers! FUCK YES. BluBlockers! Am I Dreaming?

• I’m on an airplane. Cool.

• Oregon Voice. Meet San Francisco International Airport. If all goes to plan, the Oregon Voice distribution network will soon expand globally.

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