i was hanging out with my friend, the extraordinary eli winkelwoman and her sister, trying to come up with cliched titles for my journal. (where i keep the realy private stuff, and notes so i dont forget anything) and after much ado, and a ferry ride to new jersey, came up with “life in samsonites,” for 2 reasons: 1, it reminds me of the counting crows album, ‘recovering the satellites’ and 2, because of swan, swanson, samsonite! 3, if you didnt grasp that reference, then maybe this blog isnt for you, and 4, b/c its reflective of what im packing. there.
i leave for the israel in 10 hours. i could never manage to nail that whole ‘sleep at _ o’ clock to avoid the jet lag’ theory. its pretty stupid if you think about. im basically fucked either way, sleep or no sleep. planes suck. long plane rides suck even more. i do yoga before i get on nowadays to stay limber, and eat bananas because i heard (this is unconfirmed) that the potassium helps muscles loosen up and not cramp. whatever. i like bananas so its a win-win situation.
stay shiny. stay up. stay open minded.