Phoenix Airport

I just saw Melisa and Marshall who are 4000 miles away. I'm sitting on the floor in the Phoenix airport leaning against one of the round support beams that have a plug -- so that I can be 'plugged' into the world. There is a total blurring of public and private space as I visit in Melisa's living room while surrounded by strangers tumbling past me. Passing. Destination? Anyplace, World. The all pervasive TVs blare CNN news as I stare at my all pervasive computer monitors. 1984, controlled surveillance. 2009, chaotic surveillance. "Reality," Sci-Fi, fiction, media, individual-group connections, person-place connections are all so convoluted, entwined, broken and yet whole. The little boy holding the plastic jet fighter (made in China) while getting a lesson on surveillance of the enemy as he sits on his father's lap is real. What kind of changes will he see in his lifetime? And me? Hey...I skype, I blog, I play with images, I move about like a grain of sand being washed down the river. But moving, traveling, experiencing, learning, contemplating, touching and being touched by other pebbles is so worthwhile.