Tuesday, September 24, 2002

Red eye flights -the kind where you leave the west coast at 10 PM, arrive on the east coast 4.5 hours later at 6 AM- are one of those distasteful things that I always swear I'll never do again. Then my schedule goes haywire, the airline marks down those tickets because no one wants to fly it, and I end up on another one. I've got two coming up, and just thinking of the last one has me wincing. New headphones that are fairly effective at blocking engine noise have been acquired, which gives me hope that if I can only compose a good mp3 mix for my player, I might actually get three hours of sleep. Favorite songs that feel like my snuggly fleece jacket are of course in order for the first part, then trailing off into quiet bits that won't prod me awake. The beginning could easily be accomplished with an hour or two of Blur songs, it's the later bits I'm unsure of. Some Slowdive and Sigur Ros, I guess, and perhaps I've finally found a use for Coldplay's Parachutes. I've started queueing up songs on my computer already, and I tested out the mix when I woke up insanely early this morning. Watching the sky fade from navy to pink-tinged silver, and the moon drop down, I think I've got 33 minutes that might work.

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