Soliloquy in an International Cloister

Watch your step as Brother Lawrence takes you inside the monastery walls of a five hundred year-old international order. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll wish you had ignored your hormones and joined the monastery.

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Location: Rome, Italy

17 December 2006

Random thoughts on traveling

  • A security agent in the Newark airport continually announced: “By following a few simple rules, you’ll make the process go quicker and faster. (Leaving aside the use of adjectives instead of adverbs, does that mean the process will go twice as fast?)

  • While emptying his pockets at an airport security counter once, my cousin discovered four books of matches he forgot he had put there. The security guard told him he couldn't take them onboard. He admitted that he had forgotten they were there and didn’t mind giving them up. The guard gave two books back to him. My cousin gave him an inquisitive look so the guard said that it was permissible to have two books of matches. My cousin said, “So I can start a little fire?” He missed his flight that day.

  • The Atlantic Ocean is really wide.


    Anonymous pog said...

    We know how wide it is, BroLo - what we want to know is which side of it you're on at the moment. Huh? Huh?

    18 December, 2006 13:12  
    Blogger Christina_the_wench said...

    I'm gonna watch the news now for an outbreak of airport fires, you rebels, you..

    18 December, 2006 15:35  
    Blogger Open Grove Claudia said...

    It's the little fires that count.... The home fires... the wild fires... the small candle fires.... Luckily the Atlantic ocean can put it all out.

    Damn that doesn't make any sense....

    18 December, 2006 19:42  
    Blogger BroLo said...

    I told you, leave the mushrooms alone, OCG!

    18 December, 2006 23:31  
    Blogger Moobs said...

    Perhaps he meant you were supposed to be fasting.

    Aren't four books of matches a lot to be carrying around. Sounds suspicious to me.

    19 December, 2006 02:47  
    Blogger heartinsanfrancisco said...

    Before a flight to Hawaii a few years ago, they confiscated my cuticle clippers. I pointed out to the prison matron-type, who really enjoyed her job in the deprivation industry, that I couldn't do nearly as much damage with those little things as a Buck knife or box cutter could do.

    I almost missed my flight because she was not a reasonable person.

    20 December, 2006 07:48  

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