The plane from the tail cam looked Christlike in the rain in the morning.

Outside you couldn’t see anything but the wing. The instructions regarding step here, don’t step there. For maintenance personnel and monsters from the Twilight Zone.

Charles de Gaulle smells of piss and perfume in equal measure. The piss has gotten more pronounced over the years, renovations deferred, maintenance budgets cut. Rate your experience with a sad face or a smile.

The jetlag dreams were difficult. An enormous project at work, as big as the sky, impossible to complete. But I had to try.

Someone, maybe it was Cruz or Bush or Rubio, but it could have been anyone, spoke of violence “in our communities” as the bigger issue than gun rights. It struck me how obviously “communities” is a metaphor for “ghettoes.” Reminded me of that dick Rudy Giuliani mocking Obama for being a “community organizer” at the 2008 Republican Convention. He was really saying “ghetto organizer.” He was really saying “N-word organizer.” Ha! Can you imagine that? A lowly N-word organizer. Now he thinks he’s gonna be president!

Now I’m remembering Giuliani’s objection to the pissed-on Jesus art exhibit way back when. Someone should have pissed on Rudy’s face. That’d be art.

Down in the tunnel between the 7 and the F this evening someone was incanting something monotonously, almost mechanistically, amid the rush-hour crowd. It was a Chinese woman, preaching the Gospel like an auctioneer.

Sitdown Comedy

The Bible is funny. There's a lot of things in it that seem pretty weird when you think about it. Not just Abraham being told to kill his kid and that type of thing. But little episodes. Like Jesus turning water into wine at some wedding. Always struck me as sorta funny.

Couple things about that.

First, getting Jesus Christ to turn water into wine is kind of like, I don't know, getting Superman to fly down to the 7-Eleven to get you a bag of Doritos. It's cool and everything, and it is miraculous, but... it ain't exactly giving sight to the blind. It's like wishing to a genie for a hundred candy bars.

Second, who forgot to buy enough wine for his daughter's wedding? Dude: you had plenty of time to shop. You knew how many guests would be there. You invited Jesus Christ, for Christ's sake. What's next? "Jesus, we're in an awful bind. We don't have enough boutonnieres for the groom's frat brothers. Little help?"

Moral of the story: Make the necessary goddamn preparations so Jesus can focus on redeeming mankind. True, the wine merchants are closed on Saturday. Plan ahead!