entre les trous de la mémoire

I'm flying out tomorrow, to the other side of the globe. I really look forward to seeing my parents, but the 15 hour flight is not going to be so pleasant. And I have to go to the airport in the morning. Among all non-geographic locations, airport is my least favorite. I dislike the experience of getting to the airport, going through customs and security, and waiting for hours at the gate before you get on board. It's often a rather dreadful procedure. But that's not the only negative airport feeling I get. For me, it doesn't matter where I'm heading, whether a place I like or not. It's the feeling of "leaving" saddens me. I like places that I can grow attached to and airport doesn't do it for me. It is cold, impersonal and unfriendly in some ways. Though, I do love picking up people at the airport, it is always delightful.

War, is the stage of life I'm at. And it has only just begun.

Gladwell's new book comes out in a week. Well, it is more of a collection of his selected articles published in The New Yorker magazine from the past decade. Though the contents aren't necessarily "new", I am expecting the book to be a well-put-together photo album of modern american culture and civilization, which by no means am I talking about only the positive aspects. It will be well worth the time to read some of Gladwell's old works and find out how his perspectives have changed over the years. He's a journalist after all. The book should have a fairly high gold content. I don't think I can wait till Oct. 20. I'm going to dig out some if not all the articles in The NYer's archive database to get a sneak peak of the selection.

This album is on my queue.

Rediscovered my Emily Dickinson collection today while organizing closets, sat down and read this: