Travel


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Aug 10

Elevator Poem

I spent a few days last week at a nifty pixel conference in LA. Arrived at my hotel about 3 in the morning my time. I was delirious, but not too out of it to enjoy this poem posted in the elevator.

Should the elevator doors fail to open
Or the elevator become inoperative:
Please do not become alarmed.
Please use the button marked “Alarm”
To request assistance,
Or telephone “if furnished”.
Remain in the car until assistance ar
And do not attempt to force the do
Or hatch open

It’s a little choppy but it has a sort of haiku feel that resonates with me. Trapped in this moment, in this tiny space, such things are good to think on, if furnished. I arrived safely on the tenth floor. And for the rest of my stay I used the wide Spanish staircase.


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May 09

Vive les différences

Day two in Paris. Seems like the first few days are always about the differences between there and here. A distinct lack of flying insects means no window screens. The typefaces of Roger Excoffon are alive and well and in heavy rotation. French in the mouths of children is infinitely more adorable than English.

I imagine that if the US hadn’t flattened everything and installed escalators everywhere we couldn’t flatten, we might have less of a weight problem. I lost count of the stairs between the airport and my dormitory.