Voices in the Fog

I’ll miss you.

Packed: Camera, PowerBook, PSP, Treo, fiction, pen and paper, sunglasses, beach hat, Maissoneuve, sandals, gifts, sense of adventure.

Forgot: My iSight. No Stars of the Web-ing for me just yet. Boo-hoo.

In-flight entertainment: François Péloquin’s latest short film, which he has asked me to subtitle; EnRoute/CBC prizewinning short stories (one of which doesn’t seem to have any periods, but commas galore and more, you like that eh, hmm I think this a bit gimmicky, it’s a style, could wear thin, I guess you might have a point there, sigh, look out the window and the clouds are pouting too, et cetera et cetera, yet it’s a funny story, you should even read it but don’t try holding your breath it might be fatal, you’re a wise guy aren’t you, stop it, no really I’ve had enough… THREE PERIODS, oh my gods that’s such a cliché, hee-hah); iTunes featuring Orchestra of Bubbles (sounds even better above the clouds), Foe Destroyer (“How I love … les filles !”), and Katerine; écouter les agents de bord tenter de parler français (hmm, je suis peut-être un peu snob là, mais pourtant c’est vrai que c’est parfois pas très fort…)

On-board menu: Yuck! Air Canada, what are you doing to your brand image? You call that food?!!? After learning the hard way the last couple of times I flew, this time I grabbed a wild mushroom and goat cheese sandwich at La boulangerie de Montréal before heading though security. Surprisingly filling.

Things that have me looking for a parachute: the crying baby in the next row (I do like kids but why are the non-stop cryers always my frequent travel partners?) and the lowered seat in front that has me so scrunched down in front of my PowerBook that I will need a massage by the time we land in VanCity (lucky I don’t have a 17” or I wouldn’t even be able to get the lid open). Maybe this blog will make me wildly rich and I’ll be able to travel in first class forever after… Yeah, right.