Ma proprio QUESTA volta, si doveva vincere!?

Sfidando la cabala e la sempre scocciante arroganza francese, per una volta si vince a mani basse ai rigori... e io sono in aereo... volando verso Tenerife, con dubbio interesse... cacchio...

Vooolaaare...

Tra ieri e domani e' gran trasferimento Honolulu --> Venezia, con tanto di delirio aeroportuale a LAX e semi-insulti semi-razzisti probabilmente immotivati, ma all's well that ends well, e eccomi qui a scrivere sul volo Delta one-ooo-one, Los Angeles --> Atlanta, poi di li' a Venezia, tempo di viaggio complessivo sulle 30 ore, comprese due ore passate a correre da un lato all'altro dell'aeroporto a cercare il mio passaporto & carte d'imbarco, il tutto "scomparso" giusto dopo che un ragazzotto con cappellino all'indietro mi aveva interrogato affabile su laptop, wireless e aeroporti... e ora, volando sopra montagne semi-desertiche con "Ice Age 2 : The Meltdown" che impedisce anche solo di pensare a dormire, mi viene giustappunto un gran sonno... vabbe', teniamo duro fino a "stasera"...

4th of July : Last Night in Waikiki!?

Ultima serata Hawaiiana, nonostante i dubbi dell'ultimissimo momento e la gran voglia di fermarsi... ed e' il momento del gran varieta' patriottico del 4 Luglio, o Independence Day, dai toni forse un po' sfumati dal carattere balneare e turistico della localita'. Una pefertta luna a meta' si specchia nella baia, navi da crociera illuminate a festa incrociano al largo in attesa dei fuochi d'artificio, con a bordo passeggeri che mi piace pensare imbriaghi di scadente vino frizzante. Spalti gremiti ai limiti della capienza, e per una volta e' quasi bello anche essere affollati sulla spiaggia... nonostante il gran numero (presumibilmente) di militari in libera uscita in circolazione, a Waikiki Beach si respira aria di festa piu' che di "Red Necks" come quelli che Raoul Duke and Dr. Gonzo incontravano al Flamingo Hotel (I saw these bastards in Easy Rider, but I didn't believe they were real. Not like this. Not hundreds of them!). Poi i fuochi d'artificio, ben fatti anche se dalla scarsa immaginazione, ma che fanno il loro porco lavoro di ricordare quell'Arcade della mia infanzia estiva a Jesolo, che non e' Asteroids, ne' Space Invaders ne' Moon Base, ma un altro dove si sparava da terra con ndlle torrette a navicelle e asteroidi, e quando qualcosa veniva colpito esplodeva in "stelle filanti"... gioia di bimbo allo stato puro... ma, un giorno o l'altro lo cerco e me ne faccio installare uno a casa!;-)

Be', pare sia giunta l'ora... ciao, isole fatate, arrivederci, o addio, or whatever!?

Intanto andiamo a "casa"...

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Sun Gods

'Cause here in Hawaii one easily gets carried away by the emphatic conclusion of a good book...

The one big suprise is that as it turns out, God is the sun. It makes sense if you think about it. Why we didn't see it sooner I cannot say. Every day the sun was right there burning, ours and other planets hovering around it, always apologizing, and we didnt think it was God. Why would there be a god and also a sun? Of course God is the sun. Simple, good.

Everyone in the life before was cranky, I think, because they just wanted to know.

From "After I was thrown in the river and before I drowned"

From "How We Are Hungry : Short Stories" by Dave Eggers

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Required oceanfront reading for the 06 summer term...

When he met her and they liked each other a great deal, he heard things better, and in his eyes the lines of the physical world were sharper than before. He was smarter, he was more aware, and he thought of new things to do with his days. He considered activities which before had been vaguely intriguing but which now seemed urgent, and which must, he thought, be done with his new companion. He wanted to fly in lightweight contraptions with her. He had always been intrigued by gliders, parachutes, ultralights and hang-gliders, and now he felt that this would be a facet of their new life: that they would be a couple that flew around on weekends and on vacations, in small aircraft. They would learn the terminology; they would join clubs. They would have a trailer of some kind, or a large van, in which to hold their new machines and supple wings folded, and they would drive to new places to see from above. The kind of flying that interested him was close to the ground - less than a thousand feet above earth. He wanted to see things moving quickly below him, wanted to be able to wave to people below, to see wildebeest run and to count dolphins streaming away from shore. He hoped this was the kind of flying she'd want to do, too. He became so attached to the idea of this person and this flying and this life entwined that he was not sure what he would do if it did not become actual. He didn't want to do this flying alone; he would rather not do it than do it without her. But if he asked her to fly with him, and she expressed reservations, or was not inspired, would he stay with her? Could he? He decides that he would not. If she does not drive in the van with the wings carefully folded, he will have to leave, smile and leave, and then he will look again. But when and if he finds another companion, he knows his plan will not be for flying. It will be another plan with another person, because if he goes flying close to the earth it will be with her.

From "About The Man Who Began Flying After Meeting Her"

From "How We Are Hungry : Short Stories" by Dave Eggers

Originally published on 27 March 2004 by The Guardian

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