No Land

Flying is strange, not so much that knowledge that you are sitting in the air in the hight of 1200 feet or so and it's -60 degrees out is the middle of a big heavy metal box - this is just totally imperceivable to me and so I ignore it. It's more the notion of spending some hours in this strange elevator with a bunch of strangers and too much free time with nothing to do in it, and then you come out into a totally different world and a totally different experience. Not to mention time zones.

I was thinking so many thoughts, I was thinking of how incredibly futuristic and yet a reality it is, to sit in an airport and write an e-mail to my husband and send it from the lap top and then, talking to him with a webcam showing him where I am, while about 4 people around me are also sending e-mails and doing the same.

This is my first time of traveling with a computer, it's very cool and very strange.

It's also my first time that I'm going to Israel since I left to live in New York. I'm sitting in a plane with a bunch of Israelis who makes me feel both repulsed by the lack of manners and consideration and very jealous. They are going home, the complain about being in the plane and want to go back to their familiar apartments and homes after a vacation. I, on the other hand, am not, and though I left Israel, I feel rejected, like I was kicked out. Also, I realize. I don't feel 100% "home" anywhere now. I have 2 homes, my homeland and the place I live now and nither Brooklyn or Tel Aviv are my home now.


I think about how when I started using the internet there was a huge significant to homepages - those portals into the world wide web was sometime the entire way people used the internet. reading the news and checking their e-mails and searching all from yahoo.com or aol.com or, in my case, excite.com for some reason. Now I use bookmarks and tags and history and my own memory to wonder around the net, and no longer, there's one site who I do most of my internet connections from.

I think it was Albert Camus that said the 20th century is the century of the immigrant, I wonder what's the 21 - maybe we are all so much immigrants now that the notion of homeland, just like the notion of homepage is obsolete and meaningless now, maybe also, the fact that I can connect from everywhere by carrying this computer around makes where I am less important.