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Saturday, May 18, 2002 Whenever something annoying happens, the Lakers are behind it. This time, most of the Super Shuttle people at Burbank were off duty to watch the Lakers game so passengers had to wait practically forever to get a ride home. People became cranky and pissed. It's not a pretty sight with the backdrop of an ugly airport with flaky and disorganized personnel. At the Las Vegas airport I got searched. So what did security find? A handful of change and my hefty copy of Tom Jones. Sure, search a grubby college student, nuns, pregnant women, little kids who don't know how to speak English, and some guy who had the lousy fashion sense to wear a bright gold t-shirt. Besides, Las Vegas was my connecting point. You'd figure I'd be harmless if I got through the previous airport. Ah well. There goes racial profiling in favor of randomness because people are afraid to get blamed for discrimination. (I'm not saying that randomness is a bad thing--just a necessary annoyance.) The highlight of the day was definitely the morning when I dragged myself out of bed despite the time difference to go to a computer show at the Tennessee State Fairgrounds. There's this distinctive air of geeky squalidness--the pot-bellied men with cigarette stubs at their mouths mumbling about processors and hard drives, the obviously foreign vendors, the stink of new plastic--that is completely engulfing, embracing. And we got to cart away a new computer system for my sister who has managed to convince me to help her build a website to sell her kooky chicken art. Hm. [posted by S. Y. Affolee on 11:48 PM : ]
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