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Got to see a new Bay Area town:
Alameda. And went to a barber who has been there since

I'm not afraid of flying, but i don't love to fly, and this i'm not taking the gigantic carbon footprint issues into account.

What i'm trying to say, is that when the plane has a long taxi to the runway, i inevitably think "it's ok if we don't take off. Sure, it'll take longer to roll there, but i don't mind."

Seeing Lake Merritt shortly after takeoff, and identifying the run, and where K and B's apartment is. Very cool.

by not looking at my ticket - ahem, "boarding pass" - before they took it when i got on the plane, i didn't know what seat i was assigned. I was thinking 30 and a letter but there were only 21 rows on the plane. So i walked to the back; a girl who said her ticket was 9B but they said she could sit anywhere took a back row, and i took the other one. She got an interesting woman who had only peripheral vision as a row seatmate, and i got… no one. Three seats to myself.

The only thing my appearance should say is that i am someone who doesn't care about his appearance-- who doesn't think my appearance should say anything about me.

And now we're above the smoggy-looking clouds.

I told Kara - as i've told many people, but i was surprised Kara was surprised - that i don't feel guilty. I live without guilt. It's all part of the no expectations, no regret perspective to me. But it may be more accurate to say that my body has a nearly unconscious ninjutsu approach to things that would inspire guilt-- trying a little to avoid driving and flying, for instance, but immediately putting it behind me when i do; treating others well when i am aware enough to but not feeling responsible if i don't. And the dark side-- not admitting fault to myself.

Probably the same reason i can take criticism well, which Kathleen was marveling at.

is every patch of white some mountain-dwelling rich idiot's lawn?

the buckled and wrinkled little mountains

hmm, now i'm guessing all the less-treed patches are harvesting

"then he comes to rub salt in my wounds"
"maybe he's doing that to sterilize them"
"i'm speaking metaphorically"
"so am i"