Aborted Thoughts

I found the following text in an Outlook post-it note from the third hour of a Tuesday morning flight across the country. It is a perfect example of what I shall call attempted thought.

AIRPLANE THOUGHTS

US Airways yesterday, Delta today, American tomorrow, JetBlue Thursday.

I was annoyed that there was no free paper today because I'm not in a hotel or on the shuttle. The paper fills me with ideas. Yesterday, the WSJ filled me with a great futuristic short story setting (a first) involving sports, stocks, audible watermarks on digital video, a College Point bar full of city workers, and, possibly, alien attack. It would be hilarious, but I won't write it.

As I was packing my massive corporate tool bag last night, I found a crumpled USA Today with an ad celebrating the paper's 25th anniversary. A grid of 25 captioned photographs covered the page; these corresponded to the 25 most significant changes in Our Society in as many years.

Somewhere in the middle of the list was "Sexualization," the header adorned with a photo of Timberlake preparing to bear Jackson's star-studded teat.

[a one-sided discourse on whether anything had actually been sexualized or layers of societal cloaking around evolution had been quicky and dramatically unwrapped was to follow]

Airplanes are peace and solitutde. An empty, bankruptcy-enducing 737-800 above cornfields is a great place to work and think and develop. Most disagree.

In two months, we will drive around those cornfields for a week and take thousands of photographs, some of them awesome. I need to order a tripod now.