Tomorrow I will enter into the slave training program at the airport, where I will submit to either radiation or a pat down by agents of state tyranny so that I might enjoy the company of some fine women, beloved bloggers Moi and Boxer, for the weekend. I can tell you such excursions are going to become rare as I find this ridiculous sham, "homeland security", intolerable. I'll take the pat down, not the death ray, and be sure to remind the minion who feels me up that they are an agent of darkness and a creature of oppression. Unfortunately, I didnt have time to make another "Training Submissive Americans" shirt for this trip. (That one was an iron on, and it didnt look as good as I wanted it to, so I plan to screen print one before I have to fly out to Cali in August.)
On the other side of the security gauntlet I will settle in for some quality people watching. I'll notice the creative and unsightly ways people have chosen to deal with not having to completely undress at the security checkpoint as I did, having removed cowboy boots, a belt with metal buckle, bracelets, and a silver pocket rosary. There will be lots of flip-flops. I despise them as I do crocs but people resort to it because it is easy - like walking through a scanner is easier than a pat-down. They accept it so they will not be inconvenienced, and it is this observation that worries me -there ain't never gonna be no revolution. It will be too hard.
Maybe I will work in a few rounds of Angry Birds, or watch a YouTube on my android. I usually download a podcast or two to listen to on the plane. This time I actually have a book: "What the Dog Saw" by Malcolm Gladwell; a collection of essays. I've got some juicy fruit gum packed, cinnamon altoids and a wide assortment of homeopathic potions and pharmaceuticals for pain, anxiety, irritability, muscle tension, and inflammation. I've got an apple for fiber, and from Valentines day, I have a little red construction paper heart that V made that says "I love Peanut."
On the plane I will look out the window and see the grids of land sectioned off traversed by roads and highways. I'll see the color change from my eastern greens as it fades into a deserty warmth. I'll see clouds reflected in bodies of waters; I'll look for farms and rivers and forests and wonder about weird structures of repetitive geometry. While I am looking at it all, it will seem quiet and beautiful but I will know that there is so much to be alarmed and vigilant about. But I will give that a rest for the weekend and get my mind right about being in the present and savoring each moment of the trip with my friends, because that really is the stuff of life, isn't it?
While I am gone, I encourage you to visit aunty belles back porch and read her very important post on yet another epic State control program -this time for rural communities. If you have not yet begun to take an interest in food, and food security, this weekend would be a great time to start.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone. I'll be back next week with a full report and loads of photographs.