The Airportline: Observations

There was a gay parade in Copenhagen yesterday. Gay in that is was happy, but it was about Pride. A parade for Pride. A parade with gay, and some not that gay, people. I was one that was not that gay, but I walked there, next to a male Canadian water polo team with tiny swimming trunks and weird hats on their heads. I wore shorts and a t-shirt. Possibly the least pimped out person around. There we walked, side by side, waving rainbow colored flags given to us by some store eager to make money. Someone is always making money. Proud people can also spend. This was my third Pride parade in three years. I go places and they appear, with drugged up dancers, proud corporations, on boats, by foot or on pimped out trucks. Proud people, both in and outside the parade. 2007 in San Francisco, 2008 in Amsterdam, 2009 in Copenhagen, each time I surprise myself by how moved I get by these parades. Surprised that pride can be so beautiful, no matter where it is.

Airportline is relocating until Tuesday. We will take our giant theoretical capabilities and move them eastwards, to the great city of Berlin. That's right. It was three years ago I went the last and me and my compatriot at the time ended up in many a situations that have produced great stories. What will the city bring this time? The only place not to find out is here, although I might share some thoughts along the way, who knows. Maybe I will take a photo of a random wall and fool you into believing it has historic significance. Only thing I know right now is that I have shit to do and that I need to meet MyspaceTobias at some place called Hackesche Höfe tonight, ah, these Germans and their German language.

I'll leave you with a song that illustrate all that is great with music, disregard the fact that they're Canadian, and the end, yeah, I'm telling you one time: You gotta look out for love!