'throw the chairs in the fireplace'

i love airports. i'm sitting in san jose, waiting for my red-eye to nyx. by the time you read this, i will be in the city. but now, at 9.40pm on may 24, i am sitting waiting for a flight on jet blue.

and i love airports. i love people watching. i love wondering how many people i would actually like if i got to know them, as they walk past with their bags. it has to be a small number, but i like to believe that its large. unfairly, the percentage seems tied to attractiveness somehow. i guess none of us wants to be friends with people uglier than we are.