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'.

The storm almost blew me of the road. On my way to Yoga. Struggling to pass the central station. It just stood there, visibly unaware of the gusty winds. Oblivious to the weather, trains coming and going. And one floor underground, in a building on Spuistraat we bended out bodies for one and a half hours, and during the relaxing part during the end of the class the guy next to me started snoring. Afterwards I talked to my Yoga teacher, she thought I was German. Then she said that I seemed very present in the moment. That's a good thing in Yoga. And I went out in the storm with a relaxed body, and Lil Wayne sang 'and the beats go, boom, bo bo boom' in Let The Beat Build and he was right cause that's how the beat sounded. And the rain keeps falling but there are still readings to do. There are pages to turn and coffee to drink. Monday in Amsterdam.