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Cherry Blossom Pink

In this hand I hold Movement

and in this hand I hold Evolution

Inside me I keep Perception

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Can I get it done in time?  I don't know.  There's a whole lot of work to go.

And this here computer of mine is moving pretty slow.

 

Buddah in line at the Shibuya Train Station at 5:00 PM on Friday.

Reintroduced to the Wild Orangatang meets Me in the Forest

Let the Right One In

Do You Know Which Way is Up?

 

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Larry Salzman, Dave Goldberg, Duane Allen and Leo Coronado on the Theramin - Soundtracks, Landscapes and Atmospheres
Charlie Visnic on the Modulating Synthesizer

Opening Monologue (Socialist Utopian History and Philiosophy) -  Random Guy that Walked in
Quiet Guy - His Friend

Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White.

You are Closer than You Think.

To Changing the Way You See.

You are Closer than You Think.

Change the Way You See.

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Your time is coming

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I Fell into You

I Fell in You

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So Much More

So Much More

 

 

Munich today ... who knows where tomorrow

The plane had open seats but was apparantly overloaded ... and so we were not allowed to board. By the time we got out of the airport and back to old town Munich,home of the Glokenspeil, it was already after 3pm.  We walked for over an hour but that area of town is probably akin to Rodeo Drive, hotel rooms ran about 300€.  

On a side note, I must tell you that while it is a great pleasure to be able to use the szmbol for the Euro, these German kezboards have the letters all in different places, well not all the letters, just ones like the #y# and ´`z  and there is no apostrephe marks, and itäs very cold and Candace as zou might imagine is not pleased with the situation.

People smoke so much here that I am constantlz sneezing.

The laods for the trip home look full tomorrow ands saturtdaz and sundaz so we have a back up plan of taking the train to Frankfurt or to Amsterdam and getting home from there.  United onlz flies into  Munich twice a day, but ifg we go out of fRANKFURT OR Amsterdam, our chances are much better.

I wish I had a waz to uplaod zee püictures Iäve tken, but youäll have to wait for that.

Last night we stayed at a little bed and breakfast hotel called HOTEL BEER. It was run bz an older woman and her husband who spoöe no english and rweally didnät want  us there., but she couldnät figure out how to tell us to leave in english and we just stayed so she let us stay.  She wore full German traditional costuming when she served us breakfast.  That was worth it all, and when we left she actuallz smiled. And said what I belive was ´-have a safe flight-  At the airport this man sat next to me and I kid zou not,  he cleaned his teeth with a toothbrsuh for an hour and a half.  I photographed him many times.  He was psychotiuc about this- in fatc, it is probablz me  and mz secretly wishing we werent flzing with him that got us bumped, because he freaked me out so much.  He was wearing a cowboy hat with a fake feather in it - I dont know if he was a real cowboz like mz brother Murraz is,  but he is the kind of guy that gives Amewwricans a bad name.  Come on, do zou reallz need to brush zour teeth for an hour and a half without water,  and like a madman to boot, sitting in the seat at the Gate (H45) waiting for the call to baord.   I hated that man so much.

We were the onlz ones who didn not get on the flight.,  well, except fore the idiot woman whose mother got to go with her SEVEN bags of Cheese, but not US. 

The Hilton would not give us the United Employee discount. The man at the bookstore did give me good directions and so I bought a nice map.  Yes, we will come back to Munich, but we-ll research it better.  I would like to go on the Third Reich Tour-  all of Hitlers favroite places ....  and then zou can add the tour to Dakow to really round out your day.

If we have the time, perhaps we will go tomorrow and I can report back to you all on how Hitler is thought of in thes eparts today.

We ate Italian tonight.  Interestingly enough, in Euorpe most people who run an ethinc restuarant are in fact that ehtnivcity.  In America, we dont care.

Candace needs wine. I got to goz.  This internet cafe only lets you smoke.  And she quit, for now. seriouslz I cannot take this.,

You're the Lucky One!

Were we ever! Flying standby has it's benefits and its drawbacks. It's actually harder to fly domestically than it is to fly internationally, so lucky we were to catch a flight out of Orange County to Chicago on our journey to Munich to see the Back Street Boys.

Yes, economy is a bit wretched. But then we are in a metal tube. I really do enjoy watching people try and force their belongings into the overheads. I also find it quite interesting observing human behavior. I think people exhibit more patience while on a commercial airline flight than anywhere else in the world.

 

The Exit Door Seat

^{yes, I now realize that it's probably not a good idea to show  this picture
horizontally.  We were not diving to our demises here.}

Candace informs me that when sitting next to the emergency exit door of an Airbus 319, if there is an emergency and the cabin has to be evacuated, before any of that can happen, someone has to walk out onto the wing and attach a rope to that fixture you see in the lower left.  "Who does that?", I ask her.  "The passenger sitting closest to the door of course."

I realize that this passenger we are talking about is me. 

"No one said I'd have to walk out onto the wing when I was asked if I would help with evacuation. So if we have to ditch in the Atlantic, before anyone can get out of this door, I have to walk onto the wing and attach a rope to that thing out there.  And Why is it so far from the door?   What happens if I slip and fall off the wing into the water and drown?"

"We'd tell the guy in seat next to you to give it a try."

"I don't suppose a Flight Attendant would consider doing that?"

"Of course not, after a plane crashes, the Flight Attendant is the most important person on the plane."

"Not the pilot?"

"You think they're going to be able to help everyone get out of the aircraft?  If the Flight Attendants die, then everyone dies."I don't quite believe that logic because I think that if the plane ditches in the ocean, the passengers are going to find a way off that plane if the Flight Attendants cannot maintain order; in fact, I think you'd see quite the reversal from extreme politeness and cooperation to Lord of the Flies every Man for himself.  Life and Death situations bring out the beast in us.

Note the distance I'd have to walk to attach the
rope?  Are Airbus engineers sadists?  I don't even
get it ... why a rope? This is a Jet Airliner, not
a Sailing Ship

CHICAGO

When we arrive in Chicago, night has fallen. The view out the window, even if I have to scale the wing, is worth that effort.  To see our world from above is really something not to be taken for granted; and yet, how many of the windows are closed.  How many of the people down there have  stopped looking up.  With all of our scientific and technological marvels, we really still have the mentality of our ancestors, but economy is not the realm of philosophy.  It's too cramped.  If One should read philosophy at 31,000 feet, then a glass of fine wine with feet up in the air is in order.  Although, I'd point out that if Refugio was traveling with me, we'd be fine in Economy. We'd have drinks and we'd discuss the world.  Refugio would likely be buying everyone around us drinks (does anyone ever do this on the plane?) and he be yelling in his best Che Gueverra, "we only live once! Come on Man!  Let's celebrate Life!"  And we'd all raise our plastic glasses high.  "To the revolution!", he'd proclaim.  And of course, someone would say,  "Are you communists over there?   Are communists buying me drinks?"
"Communists?"  Refugio would look at me.  "I am not a communist", he would say,  "I believe in the revolution of the mind"  ... and the intensity in his face would increase a few notches,  "of the MIND!" 

But I am not traveling with Kuko (as those who know Refugio affectionately call him.  I am with Candace. 

FIRST CLASS

And if I am with Candace, that means I might get bumped into First Class.  Seriously, there is no finer way to travel than to travel First Class in a Boeing Triple 7 across the Atlantic. 

 

If I shared the the menu with you, would that just be too much?  Candace enjoyed her Duck
with a very nice Reisling to start and then switched (at my urging) to the French Burgundy.
She did this while watching a movie.

  I, on the other hand, left my video screen on the navigation mode so that I could track our progress across the Atlantic, and settled into what would become a three day relationship with Umberto Eco, the Italian Philosopher with the oversized ego and matching vocabulary to prove it. His words are, for the most part, poignant; however, he has a tendency to get lost in his own sentence structure.  I enjoy this immensely, and find the exercise very productive on the aircraft ... you see, I am somewhat restricted in my behaviors.  It is a precondition for being allowed to sit up here in First Class.  There is a Dress Code and there is an unspoken Code of tolerable behavior.  As much as I want to yell and scream at some of the atrocities that Eco commits to paper, I cannot.  I am afterall a guest of United Airlines.  So, with red ink in hand, I underline, I scratch and I scribble comments and notations all over his book.  I have half a mind to mail the book back to him.  I have another smaller percentage of mind to just go to Milan and find him and give him the book.  "Umberto" I would say, "Here is your book.  I have mad some comments for you.  Please read them and we will discuss over Barbera (yes, yes,  ... d'asti).  But if I am to find Umberto Eco, I must take Kuko with me.  Candace would not tolerate Eco's elitist attitudes for long.  She would call him on his 'shit' and we would liekly be kicked out of Italy before we had the opportunity to finish the wine.

I drink wine and eat well and then sleep.  When I awake we are an hour from Munich.  And I am 180 pages in Umberto.  I should note at this time that we have never been to Munich before and neither of us speaks German, but should that stop anyone from traveling?

 

Our Boeing 777 at Munich Airport

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yes, stay tuned for Part 2