The Airportline: Observations

From an email I sent today where I did my best to seem productive by explaining that I have:

Written on my thesis
Scheduled two interviews at Greenpeace for tomorrow
Scheduled dinner with Denis for tomorrow night after Yoga
probably misspelled the word Scheduled twice in this email.
Fixed living situation in Berlin.
Booked a meeting with some labour market research person that needs some Swedish expertese.
Emailed my supervisor who of course will not apply within one week.
Tried to figure out how much it would be for my mom to bring my tennis racket with her when she flies with Ryanair
Watched a lecture about Values-Based Leadership

If I can just print and get my short story to The Paris Review today (which I now have) I feel it's been quite the productive day for me. I have also taken out the trash, watched the final 30 minutes of Henrik Schyfferts stand up show on SVT Play, made the dishes and forgotten to buy skin lotion for my face. Well, guess that last one was more something I didn't do. I've also sent at least five really funny emails, on which only contained the word 'salute'.

There is some banana remains in my speakers. It has unknown impact on the audio experience which at this moment consists of Kings Of Leon's fantastic debut EP from 2003, The Strokes meets southern rock sounding Holy Roller Novocaine.

Swedish television program Babel (one of three programs I watch every week on SVT Play, the other two are Hype and Kobra) went to Princeton to sit down with one of the big American writers, Joyce Carol Oates. It a beautiful interview where she talks about herself and her writing. For her writing is thinking:

Writing is some form of expression of thinking. If you don't think, you won't write. So people who watch a lot of television, or have noise in their ears, from music, or see a lot of people, they can't write or create any art because they don't have any time to think about it. But they may not miss it cause they are so busy. And young people that have music in their ears all the time, well, they're probably not gonna be writers, they have no time to think.

And even though I don't completely agree, since I think a lot when I listen to music, and music was the reason I started writing, the concept of not having time to think, and that people who always surround themselves with people or other forms of stimuli do not have time to think, says something that I think is very true.

Update: The Phoenix concert I told you about this past Saturday is now sold out by the way. Don't say I didn't warn you!