busted engine
  • place: en route Köln, Germany - London, England

17::March::2005 15:44 → permalink

in relation with. impending movement. gotta leave books behind. finished the incredibly depressing but enLightening book on the Hopi. I had not been aware of the sad history of the Hopi as a people. a view that encompassed the entire world and all of history. speaking of floods, that we are in the third world, waiting for the conditions to move to the fourth. a major transition that is predicated on the arrival of the true White Brother. the problem of Navajo encroachment on the ancestral land (this augmented by numerous broken treaties and a lack of enforcement by the bureau of Indian Affairs). will keep all this in mind when in the region shortly. and will pass some of the stories along to Loki during the summer.

up at 0525. breakfast, walk-through of the flat to make sure everything is in good order, walked to the bus to the train to the strassenbahn, to the airport. first item of business is to locate the lost & found to see about my sunglasses. no luck. checked in, waited for the flight. waited, waited, and waited. something wrong with one engine. no more flying of British Air. gave them this chance, and the experience has been dismal. I had even planned to keep one of the keys to Volker’s place just in case, but didn’t at the last moment. otherwise it would be easy to just pop back to the flat for the night. at least the internet connection would have been free. here at the hotel it’s €4.50 for 30 minutes. ridiculous. will go online though, tomorrow morning or this evening to let folks know in London what happened. and will hit BA with a complaint and request for a refund according to the new EU statute covering delays and so on.

so, sitting in an airport Holiday Inn waiting for another flight tomorrow, rather than getting bussed around Germany to another airport to squeeze out today, I just gave up. fortunately no real schedule except to get to Pete’s and check out some experimental video work this evening. but the whole process and how the ground crew handled things was pretty poor service. quite a few Americans on this flight who were making connections through Heathrow, so their plans are in more disarray than mine, but either way. funny, though, how conversations start up, when the suspension of movement breaks down, finding out stories, how complex lives are, how rich and adventurous it is to travel. many dialogues today with many people.

and, re-reading some travelog entries from Dinosaur, talking about auras. where energy of a ‘thing’ radiates outwards, cannot be restricted to ‘the thing itself’ because the thing itself is not a thing and it is NOT of itself. the edge is only change, it is not difference in materiality, just present noesis. or so.

very hard to recap the dullness that ensues when en route. as I denote that always in notebook and travelog. back in a travel hotel, the pinnacle of bland survival. on the other hand, I did notice a nice-looking gal in the bar on the way up to the room. good night.

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