I’m on the way to Atlanta. In fact, I’ll be in Atlanta when I ‘m allowed to send this message. Many of my fellow passengers are watching “The Devil Wears Prada”; I’ve seen it already.
So instead I’m listening to “Straight Outta Lynwood”, which I’ll probably buy; I just didn’t want to wait. I also downloaded the new Decemberists album, but I haven’t heard enough of it yet to decide whether to keep it.
I’ve given up on reading Bonhöffer. I’ve got some local news to read, including El Estandar, in which I’ve underlined a few words and phrases to look up later:
“Y luego nos VOLCAMOS y empezamos a rodar.” (And then we — and began to roll over.)
El recibió “TOPETONES y RASGUÑOS.” (The cashier at Alberto’s, where I got the Estandar and lunch, said that rasguños are scratches and topetones are… she gestured in a way that suggested goosebumps.)
La … NHTSA califica las VOLCADURAS del SUV como seguras de tres de cinco estrellas… Las Hummers (tienen) probabilidad de una VOLCADURA de un carro como de un 24%. (The NHTSA rates the — of the SUV at 3-5 stars; Hummers have a — probability of a car of about 24%.) Yes, I know that’s a bit off.
Los jóvenes habían salido del baile de bienvenida de Ogden High por la noche del 23 de sept. y habían ido a una casa de ESPANTOS en West Weber que cierra en la medianoche, dijeron los que estaban INVOLUCRADOS. (The teens had left a Welcome Dance at Ogden High on the night of September 23 and were heading to a — house in West Weber that closed at midnight, said those who were —.)
“Ningunos de nosotros estaba tomando. ¿Cómo puedes beber en una casa de ESPANTOS?” (None of us was drinking. C’mon, how were we gonna drink at a — house?!)
Los ENTRENADORES y los padres entrevistados, quienes llegaron al hospital después del accidente, dijeron que no OLIERON alcohol en los jóvenes. (The —s and parents involved, who came to the hospital after the accident, said that they had not (served?) alcohol (to?) the teens.)
Anyway, I’m pretty happy with my comprehension level; I can’t write or speak nearly as well as I can read, but that’s normal.
Aside from the newspapers, I also have a paperback of Neil Gaiman’s “Anansi Boys”. I really liked “American Gods”, so I expect that this one will be more entertaining than staring at the crew cut ahead of me.
When I get back to Pittsburgh, we’ll still have a week of road tripping to enjoy. Tomorrow we’ll stay with and in Baltimore, then visit U Maryland and go to Raleigh-Durham to stay with and . We’ll see UNC-Chapel Hill and Duke, and then spend a day driving to Atlanta. If there are no Atlanta friends who can put us up (Last chance! Any takers?), we’ll stay with a CouchSurfing host. After seeing Georgia State and eating at R. Thomas Deluxe Grill, we’ll have another day of driving and finally be home.
Sadly, I’ve realized that I broke my polyamory-heart cloisonne pin by putting it on my purse strap and then accidentally stepping on the strap during this flight. I wore it throughout the convention (nobody asked about it), and I’d have worn it today except that I’m down to the T-shirt and shorts I’m wearing, and I didn’t want to wear it on the T-shirt or wear a suit jacket with shorts. Oh well — they’re five bucks and I can get another. On a similar note, I’m bringing Polygamy Porter t-shirts (featuring the slogans “Why stop at just one?” and “Bring one home for the wives!” on each shirt) as gifts. I’ve had some Polygamy Porter while in SLC, and — to borrow the punchline of a rabbi-and-priest joke — it’s DELICIOUS.