I’m on a plane. Random Thoughts.

Currently, I’m several thousand feet off the ground.  Yes, this does metaphorically elaborate my elation in returning home after 6 months of the east coast.  However, my initial sentence also applies in a literal manner. Hello blog again, I’m flying on American Airlines, heading east to west. I’ve kicked off my oxford boots in anticipation of the long 5 hour ride and gotten quite cozy in my 2 by 3 space. 

For the 8347392th time I praise the convenience (and presence) of my gorgeous slick ultrabook.  Obviously, when (battery life) is at stake, each second of technology usage is greatly savored.   For about 1.3 hours, I peruse though a study protocol. Work. Telephone. Conference. Call. Tomorrow. At. Eleven.   Clearly my  20 day ‘summer’ comes with big quotes. I really like it though. I feel…… productive at life.  The flight attendant comes down the aisle… pushing his cart… briskly? As he walks closer. “food and snacks for sale”.  Forrr sallleeeee.

No wonder.

How much is that pastrami sandwich? The man behinds me asks “10 dollar sir”.   Wow. And yet he gets it.   The Stomach is all-powerful.  We do all we can to satisfy it.

People say the brain is the command center of the body. I think the stomach is the command center of LIFE.

Honestly, think about it.  We live to earn money, and we earn money to eat, we eat to satisfy our stomachs.  When we are hungry, the stomach sends signals to our brain to tell us to eat.  Homeless people skip on the working part, and go to food shelters to eat. … eating to satisfy the aches in their tummies.

Food is what makes the world go round.

The same man laughs obnoxiously loud behind me at the ongoing movie.  He interrupts my epiphany.   I look up at a screen, and see two bearded man chatting.  Without the $2 headphones, I do not get it and am clearly missing out.  Dialogue is an amazing thing.

I look to the left out my window. DO I SEE THE MOON?  On further squint.. alas, it is the tail light of the airplanes’ wings.  I got excited for nothing.

The flight attendant with the actual free drinks finally comes within my proximity.  Milk ginger ale or orange.  Today is Wednesday…. which means I do not eat healthy.  GIngerale it is.

I ask her for only a little bit of ice, thinking that the ginger ale would be poured into my cup and thus allot me with a sufficient amount of liquid to last me throughout the rest of the flight.   Surprisingly, she gives me an empty cup with two lonely ice cubes and the can of soda.

Immediately I glance at the snoring mother daughter combo next to me and visualize many unacceptable ways to claw my way out into the aisle without waking them up when nature calls.

Should I take the can?

Whatever.

Excuse me now as I enjoy my $170 gingerale and free plane ride back to sunny California.