one of those moments.

Sitting in JFK at the Egypt Air gate, eating my sesame chicken and rice with chopsticks, listening to my Judeo/Christian/Rasta/Rebel sounds on my Ipod, the reality of globalization hits me. The Hasidic Jews walking by in their black and curls, the Egyptian big-eyed beauties, the sari wearing Indians, the West coast whitie reading Dan Brown across from me, the fair-skinned Northern European males sitting next to me. Their Euro style: the short soccer shorts, flat little runners, one wears a fanny pack, the Ace of Base remix streaming from their laptop (Wait! did I just hear Rod Stuart? Crazyness) eating their Lays potato chips from their Nike bag. It dawns on me: not only am I in an international airport, but, hey, this is a very small world. A smaller dimensional reality than we think. The Airo Mexico plane taxies past the window...Where is that intense cologne coming from?!….The “Western” looking Middle Eastern men, it seems, like to exude strong scents…..Languages I can’t decipher coming from the seats behind me….. I can’t get enough…..And yes!! There’s even wi-fi here….right, you just have to pay for it.