8 days worth of clothing is crammed into a standard-issue LL Bean backpack and a small gym bag. (It’s barely big enough for my sneakers.) Two shirts and an orange blazer are stuffed into a garment bag from Nordstrom. In a bag from Brooks Brothers are books and a small heavy box filled with metal.
Will all of these count as carry-ons?
Picked up DFW’s Consider the Lobster. The title essay, published in Gourmet earlier this year, was a bit troubling, as would be expected. As this is his first book of essays since the staggeringly great A Supposedly Fun Thing That I’ll Never Do Again, my hopes are high.
Am I the only one who enjoys reading salacious prose on public transportation to put off and perturb intrusive seat-mates? Not that I have anything of the sort to take with me this time.
On my last flight, I spend the entire time staring at a heavyset father and plump son jacked into a 5-inch flip-top DVD player. They were hypnotized and fully sated–almost drooling, really. And I too was entranced, by the spectacle of it. I should have tried to discover what they were watching. (IJ?!)
After a trip to the newly-unhip Gap, I am four shirts richer and $60 poorer. Two are dark gray, one is yellow, and one is orange. In a rush for no reason, I didn’t notice that they are long-sleeved shirts–I had thought that they were just t-shirts. My mistake worked out for the best–the dark ones look good beneath a black blazer.
After just over 2 years of near-continuous use, my 3rd-generation iPod is starting to show its age. It lasts two hours now–and maybe even less. I can’t tell how the headphone amplifier that I use figures into that. It seems to accelerate the battery’s draining. I spent some time on the telephone this morning with local electronics stores. None, so far as I can tell, sell iPod replacement battery kits or any of the several external battery packs that are available all over online. Had I dealt with this a week ago, I wouldn’t have had to scramble today; as it is, my iPod will inevitably die when I need it most tomorrow. Still, the Etymotics will still keep me in glorious silence, whether the ‘pod is powered or not. And perhaps the airport electronics store will have some solution–isn’t this an obvious sort of thing to stock when you can gouge us walking addicted?
I sent two presents up to AK in New York and haven’t heard back a peep. Online tracking shows that they were delivered. Whenever I think about it, things are always worse than they appear.
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