I am alive!
Oct. 3rd, 2004 02:24 pmIn short:
I am in Quito, I arrived late last night. My flights were (objectively) fine. Subjectively, though, I completely freaked out during my NY to Miami flight. To counter my absolute conviction that I was about to die RIGHT THEN I kept eating xanax, and by the end of the three-hour flight got so fucked up that when it was time to deboard I happily walked off the plane without my camera bag, (contents of the said bag included my very expensive mini-DV cam, my newly purchased AT lavalier mike, the lomo camera (I dedided on that one), my digital camera, and about a million wires that are necessary to run all of my equipment). I slowly cognized this fact halfway to another terminal (and by the way, Miami International is like the airport version of Los Angeles on the inhuman sprawl tip), nearly had a heart attack, but about twenty minutes later after tears (mine), laughter (the customs officers) and several confused phone calls (American Airlines representatives), the bag was repatriated to me.
The side effect of my continual freakout en route to Miami was the fact that by the time the plane for Quito took off, I had no energy left to freak out, and kind of floated in my xanax haze for the next four hours, periodically idly contemplating the possible reasons for the near-constant turbulence. For the last hour we flew along the line of a sunset the colors of which resembled nothing so much as a silk skirt I bought in New Orleans a lot time ago: intense fiery orange and subdued pidgeon blue-gray.
Quito is pretty high up in the mountains, and I forgot how thin the air was here. I woke up a few times during the night literally gasping for air like a fish out of the water. Now I feel a little stunted, despite (or perhaps because of) my 14-hour sleep. I have only the haziest ideas about finding an apartment, but it also does not help that everything is closed today.
Hopefully the next update I post will be from the comfort of my new place. But probably not.
Over and out,
anthrochica "in the field"
I am in Quito, I arrived late last night. My flights were (objectively) fine. Subjectively, though, I completely freaked out during my NY to Miami flight. To counter my absolute conviction that I was about to die RIGHT THEN I kept eating xanax, and by the end of the three-hour flight got so fucked up that when it was time to deboard I happily walked off the plane without my camera bag, (contents of the said bag included my very expensive mini-DV cam, my newly purchased AT lavalier mike, the lomo camera (I dedided on that one), my digital camera, and about a million wires that are necessary to run all of my equipment). I slowly cognized this fact halfway to another terminal (and by the way, Miami International is like the airport version of Los Angeles on the inhuman sprawl tip), nearly had a heart attack, but about twenty minutes later after tears (mine), laughter (the customs officers) and several confused phone calls (American Airlines representatives), the bag was repatriated to me.
The side effect of my continual freakout en route to Miami was the fact that by the time the plane for Quito took off, I had no energy left to freak out, and kind of floated in my xanax haze for the next four hours, periodically idly contemplating the possible reasons for the near-constant turbulence. For the last hour we flew along the line of a sunset the colors of which resembled nothing so much as a silk skirt I bought in New Orleans a lot time ago: intense fiery orange and subdued pidgeon blue-gray.
Quito is pretty high up in the mountains, and I forgot how thin the air was here. I woke up a few times during the night literally gasping for air like a fish out of the water. Now I feel a little stunted, despite (or perhaps because of) my 14-hour sleep. I have only the haziest ideas about finding an apartment, but it also does not help that everything is closed today.
Hopefully the next update I post will be from the comfort of my new place. But probably not.
Over and out,
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Date: 2004-10-03 12:51 pm (UTC)good luck finding the new place!
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Date: 2004-10-03 01:14 pm (UTC)erm, actually I have to fly to SF in a little over a month and then back here, so that's soon esp. since I am someone who manages to avoid flying for a year at a time (and I did serious look into taking a boat to Ecuador).
OMG. This Cybercafe is playing "Welcome to Miami" by Will Smith. I must leave NOW.
You should, like, give me your email address...easier for dialogue since I don't know yet how often I will update this. mine is lafemmnica [at] aol.com
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Date: 2004-10-03 02:31 pm (UTC)Weirdly, I absolutely love flying but the flight to Vancouver will be my first in almost two years.
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Date: 2004-10-03 02:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-05 12:35 pm (UTC)miss you.
xo.
n.
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Date: 2004-10-03 02:32 pm (UTC)Hooray! Alive, and, equipt and enxanaxed! Glad to hear it.
What altitude is your fieldsite at anyway?
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Date: 2004-10-05 10:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-05 11:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-05 11:06 am (UTC)I will add you to my friends list but I am going to keep this comment screened (I like to preserve some degree of anonymity and apropos´journal is mostly locked so I feel free to namedrop there). It sounds like your interests are right up our department´s alley. So you met F. and R.? Did you get to talk about your interests, what sense did you get from them? E. is an amazing, brilliant academic, and one of the nicest people I have ever had the fortune to work with or know. If you have no opportunity to meet her, but would like to work with her, maybe you can email her and arrange to talk over the phone or something, I believe that's quite standard in grad school applications.
If you have any specific questions with regard to your application, email me at lafemmnica at aol.com. but mainly what I learned from being rejected from there the first time around and being accepted the next time was that the essay has to be very specific, vagueness is not in your favor, and you have to know the professors' work and show how your interests fit with them specifically. Do you want to be in the media program?
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Date: 2004-10-03 05:10 pm (UTC)hope you are well and have recovered from your xanax/flight anxiety combo.
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Date: 2004-10-03 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
BTW
Date: 2004-10-03 06:04 pm (UTC)Re: BTW
Date: 2004-10-05 11:09 am (UTC)Re: BTW
Date: 2004-10-05 09:48 pm (UTC)That's because you entered a different chronotope.
Re: BTW
Date: 2004-10-07 10:55 am (UTC)Did your penchant for phrasing things thusly also amuse Chair greatly (he seems to think it's funny when I do that, and periodically when reading my papers will ask "is that a real word or did you make that up?")
Re: BTW
Date: 2004-10-07 04:31 pm (UTC)I'm intrigued by the thought of having a long lost twin. I had just figured that we had the kind of mysterious karmic connection that would make for a long subplot in a Bollywood musical. (I'm not sure if it would be the one with the really big dance number.)
Re: BTW
Date: 2004-10-08 08:51 am (UTC)And ALL Bollywood musicals have the large Dance Numbers. One of my favorite moments on Buffy ever was in season 1 or 2 when the Scoobies watch a Bollywood musical without subtitles on TV and then Willow does a synopsis of what's transpiring therein.
Okay, we can be Karmic twins. Doesn't that sound like a Bollywood action film? Well, I suppose you are more adequately trained for such things than I am, although if I could just fucking find someone to teach me how to throw knives properly, my life would be a lot better.
Re: BTW
Date: 2004-10-10 10:08 am (UTC)He's such a pushover...
Ya know, someone once tried to teach me to throw knives, but I really didn't get the hang of it. She was kind of a lunatic, though. I guess you might have to be.
I, however, while not a lunatic, am definitely diachronically challenged.
Re: BTW
Date: 2004-10-10 01:42 pm (UTC)Not really, it's more like he seems perpetually very bemused by me in a way that I don't entirely understand.
Well, diachronically challenged, as I originally coined it was a gendered term, because really it was a heuristic for understanding my ex, but then I realized what a powerful idea it was, and how applicable to the Bush administration Project. So I don't know if you want to identify as such. On the other hand, it is entirely possible that you are, in fact, diachronically challenged. Tell me, why do you think you qualify for that definition.
Re: BTW
Date: 2004-10-10 04:38 pm (UTC)Re: BTW
Date: 2004-10-10 06:28 pm (UTC)I originally defined "diachronically challenged" here:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/anthrochica/53243.html
it was part of the argot that myself and my at-the-time-two-best-friends (what an awkward grammatical construction, one of them is still my best friend, the other one I am no longer on speaking terms with) came up with.
It is actually applicable to the Orwellian "narrative" of events provided by the media during the last three years, more even than the Bush administration, that has its own perverse sense of history via Fukuyama, and I, guess, his protograndpa Hegel. See the case of Sheikh Khalid Muhammad who died in a highly flamboyant fashion, writing Allah's name on a cave wall with his blood, then was captured alive a couple of years later, then either was captured again, or died.
see this for reference:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/anthrochica/56271.html
Re: BTW
Date: 2004-10-10 07:08 pm (UTC)Am I right? Guess I'll go to the link to see...
Re: BTW
Date: 2004-10-10 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-04 11:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-05 12:38 pm (UTC)hello
Date: 2004-10-04 08:28 pm (UTC)p_bejarano@yahoo.com or call me 2474 611
Yeah QUito is pretty high... you'll take a little time to get used to it.. Drink a lot of water and don't think about going to any mountain yet.. heee :)
take care
Re: hello
Date: 2004-10-05 11:14 am (UTC)I replied in your journal...