this reminds me….TRON is going to be sweet. Daft Punk, what?
showcasing why new york is both majorly fucked up and unbelievably entertaining all at the same time. love hate, love hate.
and totally union square.
sometimes i ask myself this same question. also - Glee made me cry. fuck, i love this show.
and…Carol Burnett? THANK YOU.
cypress swamps are amazzzzing
Photograph by Jack Dykinga, National Geographic
I gather my things – jacket, scarf, hat, briefcase, chocolates. We walk over to the staff entrance and he scans his badge to let me through. We walk down the long hallway that led back to the baggage claim area. We skip the escalators and moving walkways. As we walk, there are TSA officials stationed at apparent checkpoints along the route. As we pass them, they form part of the circle that is around me. By the end of the walk, I count 13 TSA officials and 2 uniformed police officers forming a circle around me. We reach the baggage claim area, and everyone stops at the orange line. The Supervisor grunts, “Have a nice day,” and leaves.
In order to enter the USA, I was never touched, I was never “Backscatted,” and I was never metal detected. In the end, it took 2.5 hours, but I proved that it is possible. I’m looking forward to my next flight on Wednesday.
k. botos covering good shit.
as ever, more talented than i will ever be.