9/21/07, 9:20pm EST

apparently that’s where i am, and adam, too, as i write this. we are on our way to los angeles, on jetblue flight #357, arriving around 8:30pm PCT—just letting you know so that if that particular plane goes down, you’ll know what to do.

i love flying east to west as the day turns to night—it’s like you’re chasing the sun, or following it, something like that, and the day goes on and on forever as we flee the encroaching night. it is beautiful, that orange band above the earth and beneath the clouds. i can still see it at almost 9:30 my time. we are somehow catching time, as if in a net. catching up with ourselves. extending the shortening fall days. i love it, toying with this altered sense of time in my head.

we touch down in a couple more hours. i am so excited not only to be playing in LA, but to be getting out of town and away from my cluttered nyc life and apartment for a spell. adam and i just watched the third DIE HARD, which didn’t suck nearly as much as i thought it would, on jetblue’s pay-per-view service, and we are on our third bloody mary. might go and visit my dear dear old friend Stacey at the wiltern later on and maybe catch paolo nutini performing. maybe get a nice meal or something. and some more drinks, certainly. we nearly missed our plane, (traffic, and me making us late because i had to wash my nasty sinkful of dishes i never got to) and i won’t know if my guitar or my clothes have come here with me until we get off. they may be on the next flight in, which means i could spend a smashing late night at the airport. i am craving a cigarette and a nap near a pool somewhere. i feel the weight lifting off of me, even though there’ll be plenty to deal with out there. i love traveling, here, there, anywhere, and i love traveling and playing in different places even more. already i feel revitalized. let’s hope it lasts. more later.