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16 december 00
----- Hi-dee-ho from 10,000 feet and rising, seat 1D, America West flight whatever from Long Beach to Phoenix. The altitude is fucking with my flu, or common cold, or whatever I have today. Takeoff was beautiful. It's always nice seeing your home megalopolis from an unfamiliar vantage point. I'm so used to takeoffs from LAX and Burbank that I've never even wondered what it might be like to depart from the glorified bus depot known as Long Beach Municipal Airport. 14 de cember 1999: : relaunch on the 18th 14 december 1998: kanan dume : A quick glance over my shoulder as I re-entered the highway revealed a large crane extricating pieces of the guy's truck from the hillside. He never had a chance. 14 december 1997: five minutes : A small confession: I started this journal up partially as research for a magazine article. That's right, I'm one of the bad guys, the outsiders, the people who are getting lambasted on diary-l for sticking their noses into places where they may or may not belong. Do I belong here? [ swim back | email me | swim ahead ] |
