Turmoil before Turkey

Things are happening. Things. Arguments and insults are flying around work, and one hears phrases like "We're losing our liberated edge!" "No, we're advancing." "No, this is a movement, but lately we only seem interested in creating appealing products. PRODUCTS! It's become elitist, disinterested in experimentation." As an intern, I take notes, if only because I'm intrigued by the politics and problems involved when movements become cultural organizations (at the moment, Kino is both, I think). This is probably worthy of a blog of its own, but in the end, I'm going to talk (for once) about practical things. Because things are happening.

Like flights, or flights not happening--a specialty of Chicago O'Hare. If all goes well, I'll arrive in Omaha, Nebraska tomorrow at 9:33 in the morning. I'm returning for my grandmother's wedding (people at work thought I was joking, coming up with an excuse to get a week's worth of vacation). But Chicago is a hellhole. And I already have dark visions of delays and squatters and screaming children and comments noting the irony of such misery over a holiday when one is supposed to give thanks.

So, I'll go to a wedding, and I'll eat lots of mashed potatoes, and drink too much coffee, and enjoy the 30 degree weather shift, and frolic about with old friends and family, and decorate Christmas trees. And clearly, I won't be blogging. But I should have some stunning pictures to post upon my return.

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