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Day 275: mid-air

I’m writing this while suspended in the middle of the sky on a steel bird.

That’s right, with in-flight wifi, the future is here. I’m never further than an IM or email away from the world, even when flying at thousands of feet above the ground.

Virgin America is so hip, it’s a little discomforting. At the gate, the employees played a trivia game with everyone and the winners got Virgin America shirts. The in-flight entertainment system has satellite TV and there are outlets below each seat so that our electronics can’t die on us mid-flight. You can order headsets and food from your seat using the touchscreen in front of you.

You can even send a chat message directly to another seat! Along with the free Google-provided wifi, it’s a bit much. It doesn’t feel like travel anymore. The thrill of taking off and arriving at your destination has been usurped by the desire to get into the air so that we can all fire up our electronic devices or play Doom with our in-flight entertainment system.

That said, it’s still pretty cool. I, for one, do always enjoy ordering food without having to talk to humans, except when they deliver it to me.

Day 190: plane vs car

At some point in the past few years, I became anti-air travel. I’m not vehemently against it. I’ll take a plane when going across the country.

But, if I’m taking a trip somewhere drivable, I almost always prefer to take a road trip. This wasn’t always the case. I used to dislike driving, or at least dislike it more than flying. Somewhere along the line, I started getting annoyed at the added time that went along with a flight.

I think it also has to do with control. I can’t control plane cancellations or inclement weather at airports. I can’t control the length of security lines and the speed at which they move. I can control how quickly I drive and when we leave in the car. If there’s traffic, I can control the route I take. In a literal way, on a road trip, I’m in the drivers seat.

Also, you can’t pull over in the middle of a flight to eat at an Arby’s.

Day 106: 27 hour day

It’s been a long day.  This morning, Katie and I visited Ford’s Theatre with about 500 schoolchildren and listened to a ranger talk about the night of Lincoln’s assassination.

Then, we walked across the street to the house where Lincoln died and walked into the actual room where he died.

Then, we went to the airport, arriving at around 3:00 PM, Eastern time.  We boarded our plane on time, then got off of it when we were told that we had no pilots due to inclement weather – they were stuck in Raleigh.

We then waited an hour and a half, then reboarded the plane.

We then waited another few hours on the plane.  We got to taxi around the airport a bit during that time, before finally taking off.

I’m tired.  I’m going to try to go through my email, eat a hot pocket, and maybe play a quick game before collapsing in bed.

Day 40: the mom’s ok & airport security, or lack thereof

Katie and I are back in San Francisco, back home.  My mom, too, is back home at her apartment in New Jersey.  She was discharged from the hospital this morning.  She came home, showered, and ate some porridge.  All in all, she’s doing very well, considering that a section of her intestine was removed from her body less than a week ago.

Here are a few pictures to back up my encouraging words.  This first one was taken when we visited her yesterday, and the one on the right is from this morning, just before we took her home:

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We woke up at around 9 AM or so New York time and our flight arrived into SFO at around 9 PM or so San Francisco time, so it’s been a rather long day.  I managed to finish Watchmen on the plane.  I also won a contest with my Pokemon.  He bedazzled the judge Dexter with his acting skills.

I’m not an airport security expert either, but I am one of those (many?) people that think the entire routine when entering the gate area at US airports is mainly theatrics.  The shoes, the liquids – it all seems to be there to reinforce the notion that we’re being secured against the types of attacks that have been identified in the past.  I suppose it does prevent me from using large amounts of liquids or my shoes as potential weapons, but that seems like fixing a potentially leaky dam by plugging two specific small holes.

Not only that, these procedures does more to punish the innocent than the guilty.  Security lines now take longer to process for all travelers because of the time it takes for everyone to take off and put on their shoes; additionally, the liquids policy makes it much more inconvenient for any legitimate traveler to bring their usual makeup or personal care items.

Lastly, in the big picture view of things, it’s hard to imagine that these policies will stop determined terrorists from achieving their objectives; that’s what frightens me most.  Before September 11, it was somewhat inconceivable that less than a dozen men could commandeer multiple planes with their objective being to crash the planes into large structures.  This wasn’t because plane hijacking was unheard of; it was because previous hijackings hadn’t been kamikaze missions.

Terrorists aren’t necessarily smarter than our security teams are, but they have the advantage because they can afford to react.  Our government is in a tough spot because they need to be able to outthink and predict events and actions that haven’t yet happened.  The security policies that I see at our airports don’t convince me.  Perhaps there’s more than meets the eye, but it feels more like theater than actual protection to me.

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