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I am stranded in Denver for a while. Okay, not stranded. Just having to take a later flight, and having to pay for wifi hookup (which I've already described as annoying as hell). My flight from Chicago was delayed, and I missed my connection. This is a boring airport. Right, they're all boring. I used to find the Madison, Wisconsin airport thrilling -- it was made out of those WWII shaped semicircular corrugated tin things, or it was designed to look like that. And we would go out there to pick my grandmother up, basically, because she traveled to Europe and Russia and Mexico and other places a lot, with her publisher sister -- midranking publisher/editor, I mean, at Scholastic... I always thought she was an excellent great aunt, because she always arrived with paperbacks fresh off the Young Adult fiction stacks for us. Me, I never went on a plane (except once when I was two, so I don't remember it) until I won that Alliance Française scholarship when I was 18 and went to Paris (and Germany and Britain) for the summer.
This airport has no associations for me.
What I've decided to do (after catching up on the internet, which is to say LiveJournal) is to watch the beginning of Taal, the relatively recent Bollywood (1999, I guess not quite so recent) flick that M. got me as a present in Manchester, Connecticut. I was touched, and I am looking forward to it. It's got Anil Kapoor, Akshaye Khanna (the solemn one in Dil Chahta Hai, and son of one of the action stars of the last Bollywood generation, Vinod Khanna... I love the family inheritance of stardom in Bollywood; I mean, we do it in the US, too, but not as frequently. I don't think. Someone should do a study.) and Aishwarya Rai, the most beautiful woman in the worldTM according to both Roger Ebert and the Miss World contest.
The comment on IMDb says "Hopeless Bollywood Melodrama". As long as it's got some good songs and dancing and brightly shiny sparkly saris and heaving bosoms, that's fine. How did I get to my age without Bollywood?
I also have a playlist now of my favorite modern Bollywood soundtrack music. I love M's older school stuff, and I have a long playlist of ALL my Bollywood music, but sometimes I just want my own favorites, from Mr. India to this summer's blockbuster, Jhoom Barabar Jhoom. And Khuda Gawah.
Wish me luck with no more delays, etc. Khudafez, all.
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ETA
Hm. In some ways, your wishes didn't help, because now I won't be home until 8:30 PM, Oakland time. But in other ways, SOME random luck certainly struck, because my rejiggered flight (because I missed my connection) was overbooked and they offered me a free ticket. Fucking SCORE. I am happy about that. It (probably) means I will get to go to Georgia sometime in September, or to NYC in November. Also, the fact that I'll be here until 6:40 PM means that paying $7.99 for "24 hours" of ATT wifi isn't SOOOOOOOO horrible. It's still horrible. But at least it amortizes itself a bit more. Or something.
Now, back to Taal.
This airport has no associations for me.
What I've decided to do (after catching up on the internet, which is to say LiveJournal) is to watch the beginning of Taal, the relatively recent Bollywood (1999, I guess not quite so recent) flick that M. got me as a present in Manchester, Connecticut. I was touched, and I am looking forward to it. It's got Anil Kapoor, Akshaye Khanna (the solemn one in Dil Chahta Hai, and son of one of the action stars of the last Bollywood generation, Vinod Khanna... I love the family inheritance of stardom in Bollywood; I mean, we do it in the US, too, but not as frequently. I don't think. Someone should do a study.) and Aishwarya Rai, the most beautiful woman in the worldTM according to both Roger Ebert and the Miss World contest.
The comment on IMDb says "Hopeless Bollywood Melodrama". As long as it's got some good songs and dancing and brightly shiny sparkly saris and heaving bosoms, that's fine. How did I get to my age without Bollywood?
I also have a playlist now of my favorite modern Bollywood soundtrack music. I love M's older school stuff, and I have a long playlist of ALL my Bollywood music, but sometimes I just want my own favorites, from Mr. India to this summer's blockbuster, Jhoom Barabar Jhoom. And Khuda Gawah.
Wish me luck with no more delays, etc. Khudafez, all.
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ETA
Hm. In some ways, your wishes didn't help, because now I won't be home until 8:30 PM, Oakland time. But in other ways, SOME random luck certainly struck, because my rejiggered flight (because I missed my connection) was overbooked and they offered me a free ticket. Fucking SCORE. I am happy about that. It (probably) means I will get to go to Georgia sometime in September, or to NYC in November. Also, the fact that I'll be here until 6:40 PM means that paying $7.99 for "24 hours" of ATT wifi isn't SOOOOOOOO horrible. It's still horrible. But at least it amortizes itself a bit more. Or something.
Now, back to Taal.