On Flying Too Much

I think I’m flying too much. Last night I beat my record at the “airport run.” This was in Atlanta, and my flight from Louisville was late and I had ten minutes to make the connection. I had to get from B28 to A4; so I ran. There’s this dynamic when you’re running in airports of social reinforcement. When I started, more I’d say jogging, other people started to as well. One guy actually beat me there. There was another guy, with a clearly bad knee. This was in the A terminal, after I abandoned the train between terminals and just ran between them. Even he, bad knee and all, was running for the plane. It’s partly a Friday night thing. We all just wanted to get home.

Once on the plane, Delta popped in its videotaped message for passengers. The video has a soundtrack to it, and I was in kindof a daze, so I heard the song very clearly. I think I’d like to get a copy of it and set it to a hip hop beat. I wonder if Delta commissioned this song, or if its some kind of song that was in circulation that they or their ad agency bought. Either way, I’d like to remix it. I have no experience at Djing or mixing, but I’d like to. I live in Miami and everyone’s a DJ around here. I must be flying too much.