The Airportline: Observations

I ran out of time and into beer. I went with train to Brussels and back here, and I sat and watched people graduate, and I ran into beer. And I woke up and watched Will Farrel go into the wild with a crazy British SAS guy. I biked north and ran into more beer. One day I had hamburgers and fries for breakfast, and dinner. I sold my body to the devil and this Sunday it is payback time. You can only run on beer and unhealthy food for so long. I spend the money I don't have on printed paper, and yesterday I talked with a guy who works with communication for a big international company. I told him that I read The Economist. He said he thought the text was too small, and that is was too serious. I should have mentioned this small news from this weeks issue:

A Bolivian religious fanatic briefly hijacked a Mexican airliner, ordering it to circle Mexico city. He told the crew he had three accomplices, whom he later identified to the police as "the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost."