new heights of extraversion - was at an airport, saw some guys repairing these friction lines, went up to them and asked questions
the lines turn out to be called ‘grip strip’ and they are using a 'putty knife’ and a 'margin trowel’ to apply it. The mixture will dry in 15m. Before it dries they also have to sprinkle sand on top and press in with the knife/trowel.
I was writing this down in a notebook, and they asked me what for, and I told them I’m sick of not knowing the words for things. Sometimes it feels like I don’t know the words for anything! I’ve read so many words without ever mapping them to the physical things they corresponded to.
I’m going through the corridor that’s outside of the airport building and leads into the airplane, I don’t know what it’s called either (edit: just asked the flight attendant, it’s called a jet bridge)
There’s yellow and black angled striped tape on the sides of the floor of the jet bridge, and I don’t know why THAT’S there or what it’s called. (edit: kind online people have informed me this is “hazard tape” / “hazard stripes” / “safety tape”, and the general class is called “barricade tape”.)
That feeling when you’re so extroverted you become an anthropologist.
I went to see the Barbie movie and I kid you not right as we got to a silent emotional scene, from the screen next door this massive explosion from the Oppenheimer screening vibrated through the wall.
I have an end-of-life patient to whom I spoke today. She burst out laughing and said, “It was all such fun. I just had so much fun.” I wish this for everyone. I wish that we each would meet death laughing, with little regret and even less fear.
