Asia | Japan | Tokyo – 40 Hour Day
Kinda funny that only twenty minutes have elapsed and I have spent a half an hour trying unsuccessfully to print that stuff, then flew all the way from Tokyo to Chicago, and finally waited around for the past hour or so. All in twenty minutes. Amazing. I am super tired. I didnt really sleep all that much on the plane, so now I am starting to feel a little jet lagged. I am in the Chicago airport, waiting for my flight back to Cleveland and I have notice one thing. There are more white people here, and a lot more black people. It was kind of strange because the white people and black people were both just people while we were in Korea. I cant help but think there is still a division among the races. There might not be one up front, but underneath there is this sense of insecurity. On both peoples parts. I look over here, and it looks like most of the baggage handling people are black females, and the pilots, at least for my flights have been white men. Even on the flight home from Korea. It was kind of odd seeing two white men flying a plane between two Asian countries. It is hard to believe that they couldnt find any locals to hire. The other thing I have noticed coming back into the states is that Americans, or in particular, Americans in the Chicago OHare Airport, have no style. I have never seen an overall consensus of overweight, t-shirts and baseball caps (myself included in the baseball cap category), and just dorks. I dont think people in these countries that they think America is something special realize how dorky we really are. These two lesbians just got off the plane and were being lesbians happy to see each other. I guess that is the one thing that we, as Americans do have, is that option to be whatever it is we want to be. Yes, the Koreans did have a better fashion sense, in a classy fifties kind of way. And yes, the Japanese were for the most part skinny and healthy. But they arent able to be flagrantly gay. They cant run off a plane and give a big kiss to their partner and not have anyone even turn a head, or sit on a laptop and write about them. What I am saying is that I am glad to be home, but I am also going to be just as glad to lay down and take a nap, and be ready to go again. The other thing we have, and I am not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, is this heightened security. With all of these bells and whistles, checkpoints, shoe and bag searches, you get kind of immune to any sense of personal space. You just know that if you are going to the airport, you are going to have all of your stuff rummaged through. In some ways that is bad, but in other ways that has toughened us up and made us aware of any possible dangers, I guess. I dont really know what kind of purpose it serves. Tony said that these people living in Israel can go anywhere, anytime, because they already live in this war zone, and because of that, everywhere else seems relatively safe. Oh my goodness, this guy that just waddled up is FAT. And I dont mean PHAT. I mean the fifty six waistband fat. Anyway, back to the… And now there are these kids that are really fat. Fat people are pretty gross. No offense, but it reflects the inside. Anyway, I was saying that the Israelis can go anywhere and feel relatively safe, and I guess that is the way we are going to feel. We are living in this minor war zone. I dont know, and I am really too tired to philosophize right now. Maybe later. I am starting to fall asleep right now, slowly, one word at a time. I guess what I was trying to say, is that I feel sorry for anyone that would try to go to the United States, and do just a random, no holds barred, vacation, that has no game plan, or no direction. There is too much trouble to get in here. The drug problem, crack, heroin, alcohol, makes people crazy, and you really just dont want to be anywhere around them. The other problem is that if you walk the wrong way off of one of our city blocks, you are most likely to find some one dead. We ventured all across their countries without even a notion of danger. OK, I am seriously about to fall asleep. Good night. I guess the next time I write it will be the new year. I guess I should write about what this year has brought me, and what I am looking for out of this upcoming year. At the same time I am tired of giving myself these goals that I dont live up to. Did I come anywhere close to getting straight As in all of my classes. I think that is a no. I gave up, like I do all the time, right there at the end, and flew off to the orient. You know what, if I get the chance I would do it all again. It looks like my plane is getting ready to board. Flying used to be so fun. I think it is getting to be, shall I say, not as fun. It is a lot of waiting around doing nothing, and jet lag, and uncomfortable seats. Hopefully I will be making more money soon, and will be able to ride around in first class. That looks quite a bit more comfortable. Darrin, my brother is going to a New Year Eve party at some girls house tonight. Maybe is should try to tag along and see what I can see. Maybe I should call Cynthia, and see what she is doing. Maybe I should go home and sleep in my own bed for the first time in three weeks. Maybe I should get in the car and drive one of those books to New York. I need call IBH and see if I can get a hold of Father Sam, and ask if he would be willing to write in that book that I am trying to get started. I am going to go to the bathroom, before the plane starts to board.
Happy New Year!