here i am again, stuck in some airport. being stuck at an airport so frequently happens to my loner trips that it has become a necessity of some sort. somehow orbitz booked the two flights (bos-ord, ord-pvg) 12 hours apart, and didn't make it connecting. so i had to check out my luggage and wait outside at departure. where there's only a starbucks some equally overpriced snack shop. and after i wondered around for about 15 min, i only managed to find one spot where there's a combination of a chair and a power outlet. and unfortunately this spot is on a different level from the one that contains the starbucks. so crippled by my luggage, i had to stick with one coffee for the night.
ORD sucks.
around me nothing much is happening, cos it's christmas. i had expected more people around here, cos of the nyt articles making big deals out of people stuck at ORD. not very many of them it seems, or the congestion has been eased. after i sat down, i spent half an hour explaining the specs of my computer to a night guard,who was surprised to find out that my laptop was a laptop not a dvd player and henceforth asked about processing speed etc. then i bought myself 24hrs of internet as a xmas present, i started to get used to the surrounding. i'm sitting on a bench that has i guess acrylic painting all over it, painted by chicago teenagers in gallery37, a program of "after school matters". two benches away, a young african american man is sleeping soundly, and next to his bench, a blonde girl is watching some movie. the escalator on my right is moaning very loudly.
ok i give up on this stream of consciousness thing.
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