Airlines, the TSA, and Post-Mardi Gras Thoughts

Well, I ate as much Moon Pie and candy as I could tolerate and them some. Caught a few stuffed bears and dolls, and lots and lots of beads! Wheeeee! I had an awesome time.

The candy was handy on the plane ride(s) back. My throat was so dry and ticklish: I caught a cold a few days after arriving on my trip. It never used to happen until the commercial airlines started re-circulating their filthy, polluted, diseased air. Now, I expect it each and every time without fail.

I want to thank the TSA for confiscating my bottled water. I didn’t realize a bottle of water could be so dangerous. It’s not like I was dehydrated. Thank goodness I only had a cold, and not a more serious condition requiring water. Oh, wait, what am I saying, I did need the water. I have several acronyms for TSA, but I don’t like to use profanity on my blog.

I wont even talk about having to take out my liquids, in 1 ounce to 3 ounces containers for their extremely careful perusal. Yes, I know, products like Tea Tree Oil, Jergens skin cream, and hair conditioners can be made into weapons of mass destruction. Do they hire based on the lowest test scores?

So, I’m walking around the airport pulling my jeans up, because wearing a belt is a time waster. Laced shoes, sneakers or boots (with metal) are a lost cause. I’m starting to think carrying luggage to bring on board the plane is a non-starter. It’s heavy, and by the second leg of my flight – trying to make a connection is so much fun! – I’m exhausted. But I’ll be damned if I’m paying them $15 to lose my luggage. I just may consider a service that sends luggage ahead of you.

I attended every Mardi Gras that was available to attend. I even had the pleasure of some one’s well reared southern child heave a loogie into my hair from above. I am glad I didn’t have superpowers or a machine gun at the time, because a lot of people who have been massacred. I calmed down a few hours later. I have to realize it’s my fate to have teenage boys toss stuff at me – it happens every few years.

My hair was braided – it’s still braided – when later I wiped it clean with a warm, water soaked, paper towel. I haven’t washed it since February 13th, because I have a cold. I didn’t want to wash right before the trip, and now is not a good time. Once I got home, I opened my hair, saturated with Garnier Fructis Leave-In Conditioner, and re-braided.

I cannot wait to wash my hair, and this time I am going to use shampoo to make it squeaky clean.


There’s Not Enough Money To Make Me Do It

People shaving all their hair off to make money.

No way, not for me. I have a big head (plenty of room for advertising), but I like having hair on it.

This is a story from the New York Times:

Ms. Gardner, 50, […] had shaved her head for an advertising campaign by Air New Zealand, which had hired her to display a temporary tattoo. She turned around and showed them the message, written in henna on the back of her head: Need A Change? Head Down to New Zealand.

Although the amounts of money does give one pause. How much does it take to get one to do it?

In 2005, Andrew Fischer, then 20 and living in Omaha, set up an eBay auction offering his forehead as a site for a temporary tattoo advertisement for one month. Green Pharmaceuticals’ Snore- Stop won with a $37,375 bid, and Mr. Fischer appeared on national programs, including Good Morning America, and in scores of newspapers and Web sites. Soon afterward, Mr. Fischer sold his forehead a second time – to Golden Palace – but got just $5,000 and scant media attention. His forehead has remained ad-free since.

For 40 grand, I don’t regret looking like an idiot for a month, said Mr. Fischer, when reached by telephone. “But it’s not like the most fun thing in the world to walk around with a big ad on your face.”

I can imagine.


Music to My Ears

I like Opera and classical music sometimes. Yet, Opera comes across me to as hysterical, overwrought, melodramatic, and a wee bit depressing. I guess it’s supposed to be. It makes me weepy too. I much prefer a thumping beat, live instruments, and very little singing. The more uptempo the music, the better.

I associate classical music with dead Europeans from hundreds of years ago, like Beethoven and Handel. I’m happy to listen to them once in a blue moon. The music has a very mathematical, precise structure to it that I find interesting. Whenever I listen, I picture a glimmering fluid structure of millions of pieces, assembling and disintegrating, or people dancing (marching) around with rigid precision.

As far as modern classical music is concerned, what I do love to listen to is Andrea Bocelli. Oh my. Wow. This man’s singing is so soulful, erotic, sensous, earthy, and romantic.

A handful of years ago, I was in Las Vegas, in front of the Bellagio, when I heard for the first time ever! Con Te Partiro (Time to Say Goodbye). This awesome song was played in sync with the hotel’s water fountain. It was a marvelous feat of technology, creativity, art, and music. Once I got home I did a search on the Internet to find out what the song was.

I also like listening to Sarah Brightman, who sang with Andrea Bocelli, but I love me some him.

I’m also going to get my hands on the soundtrack to Slumdog Millionaire.


Humping Wednesday: Midweek Brain Dump

Burning Down the House

I remember as a child watching an old house across from ours burn down to the ground. It was fascinating. The building generated so much heat, as yellow-red flames roared, generating big gusts of hot, hot air. I wasn’t afraid of the fire: I was excited by it. It was a horrible sight, yet so beautiful.

What made the whole thing crazy was, not only did we know who set the house on fire, on this same block was a firehouse. The last residents of the home had passed on, so it belonged to no one.

Even with firemen practically next door that fire spread so fast, and took down half the building before they came. It made me realize how rapid, relentless, and consuming a fire will be. I’ve seen enough children with scarred faces to realize the damages it causes.

A scared, rushing, crushing, shoving crowd of people is like a wildfire too. They are all consumed by something: fear is their fire.

Proceeding with Caution

Up to this day, I check the stove twice before I leave home. I never overload an outlet with more than one product that uses a lot of electricity. I don’t run wiring under carpets, especially with a lot of food traffic. If I’m not using an electrical device, or application, I unplug it. Anything that may get too hot is placed far and away from curtains, and is run (shut off/on) by a timer.

I have a fire extinguisher, but I find a big cup of water more useful (in some circumstances).

Waiting with a Little Patience

It’s really kind of quiet right now.

I eagerly await the last week of this month when I’ll head south for Mardi Gras. Yeah!!!