RTD had his problems, but he never had did this, I mean I must have forgetten all those sex jokes the Doctor made at Rose, and gave her the nickname Legs, and the camera shots focused on Rose’s legs, or the Doctor forcing her in to a kiss, just because he was…
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.
Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?
The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.
She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,
Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.
She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.
Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.
To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.
And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.
And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,
With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.
They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.
Not everything is lost."
Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be. (via oliviacirce)
When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.
it always really bothered me when wait staff ignored me + my friends just because we were young bc we are all really respectful people but the assumption was that we wouldn’t tip
anyway so fast fowards to when i became a waitress and one day this group of scrubbyass kids came in…
imagine a muggleborn in hogwarts starts singing Bohemian Rhapsody under their breath and then another muggleborn notices and starts singing along
and then suddenly all the muggleborns in the area are belting out the lyrics and head banging and every single pureblood is left utterly confused
IT’S BEEN TWO DAYS
Today’s obsession is Pug gifs.
IM SO FUCKING DONE
John Barrowman is an insomniac-crazy-lovely man. (x)
favorite episode per season: season 2 [6/13]
2.06 - rise of the cyberman
#I need to find some meta or something that talks about Mickey in this scene#because I’ve always felt slightly confused about his ‘It’s never going to be me’ line#If he was saying it to Rose I’d get it #but the Doctor? #It just feels like there was this massive shift in their relationship that I completely missed (via LWM)
In the beginning of that episode, Mickey emulates the Doctor’s body language. He also chooses to stay inside the TARDIS with him instead of being with Rose outside. I assume that he, between GitF and this two parter, began to seek the Doctor’s approval instead of Rose’s affection, knowing he wouldn’t have the latter. Although they quarreled a lot, I do think he looked up to the Doctor and also saw how much Rose changed, and hoped he could grow like that as well. I really don’t think he asked to come traveling because he wanted to get back together with Rose. He knew that was over. However, the Doctor probably didn’t provide Mickey with the guidance he was hoping for, since the Doctor was too busy mooning over Rose and that must have been frustrating for Mickey. Even though he was on board the TARDIS, the others still treated him like the tin dog.
Plus, Mickey might have been a bit tired of the Doctor and Rose dancing around each other and saying that out loud might been his way of giving them a little push.