"Smithers, I've designed a new plane, I call it the Spruce Moose, it will carry 200 passengers from New York's Idlewild to the Belgian Congo in 20 minutes!"
Jetblue is pretty ok so far actually, though not sufficiently b/w like the above.
The interesting thing about this terminal (to me, at least) is that because it's got that retro-futuristic thing going on so heavily, people seem to talk about it like it's from some distant, better past. This terminal was open as late as something like 2004, and it's still there and will be part of the new JetBlue terminal once it's finished. It'd almost be like showing a photo of a guy in a suit in the Empire State Building, and talking wistfully about days gone by.
I flew out of T5 on ANA before they moved over to the United/BA terminal (I think T2?), and it was really cool. It was a very small terminal with a relatively few gates, so even in rush hours it was never all that crowded. But that's also why it's been replaced; it really wasn't a major market terminal anymore. Just couldn't handle enough people or planes.
Spent many happy hours as a 9 year old wandering and exploring that TWA terminal by myself. We had a lot of relatives coming and going then, and my father liked getting there a good 4 hours early to hit the bar as we waited their arrival. I wasn't interested in a table-top Pong in the plush shag-carpeted lounge, so I'd take off to watch the human parade. Father of the Year, he'd give me five bucks and told me to have fun. I did.
Indian women in their beautiful saris, Iranian woman in spooky burkas, (this would be 1979/80) Hare Krishnas in their robes yes just like in Airplane! , the Europeans who smelled of sweat and cigarettes from ten feet. Watching the jets take off and arrive, the smell of jet fuel, roaming the halls of this amazing sci-fi hall of the jet age.. it was educational, and a thrill, and a memory I treasure. I love this building.
(Then Daddy would drunk-drive us into Manhattan. They did things differently then, hm.)
@Banjo-Sea Kitten: We really should institute a dress code for travel. We could have a TFP (Transportation Fashion Police) station before the TSA station.
I just pulled a chicken from the the freezer for dinner tomorrow night. Every year friends and I raise chickens in the summer. And then in the fall, after 3 months of living a life of grass-scratching and grub eating the chickens are killed, dipped, plucked and gutted. I would like to think that it was a happy life, but I don't know, I am not a chicken.
We dressed the chickens two weeks ago. That day dawned bright and beautiful. Cool, but not too cold. And later, warm, but not too hot. It was the kind of day that fooled the honeybees into coming out of their hives one last time before winter, only to learn one of lifes lessons: there is no nectar on a dead chicken carcass.
Today is a completely different kind of day. My patch of earth is covered in the slate grey of late November. It's the kind of day that reminds you that winter is coming. On days like this I often wonder what it is like to be an editor at media-centered gossip blog. Did they spend the last three months living the chicken life, scratching at the grass and eating the grubs that city life has to offer? Are they doing what they can to prepare for winter? Do they even know that winter is coming? Does Hamilton Nolan want one of my chickens?
@dmerc: One of the winners a couple of weeks ago is a good friend of my fiancé. I keep trying to get my fiancé to call his friend when he knows he's not gonna answer, but he hasn't done it yet. I have no clue what I would ask him to say on my home answering machine, but I think a clip show of all his messages would be a great idea.
11/26/09
Jetblue is pretty ok so far actually, though not sufficiently b/w like the above.
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I flew out of T5 on ANA before they moved over to the United/BA terminal (I think T2?), and it was really cool. It was a very small terminal with a relatively few gates, so even in rush hours it was never all that crowded. But that's also why it's been replaced; it really wasn't a major market terminal anymore. Just couldn't handle enough people or planes.
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@badasscat:
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Indian women in their beautiful saris, Iranian woman in spooky burkas, (this would be 1979/80) Hare Krishnas in their robes yes just like in Airplane! , the Europeans who smelled of sweat and cigarettes from ten feet. Watching the jets take off and arrive, the smell of jet fuel, roaming the halls of this amazing sci-fi hall of the jet age.. it was educational, and a thrill, and a memory I treasure. I love this building.
(Then Daddy would drunk-drive us into Manhattan. They did things differently then, hm.)
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We dressed the chickens two weeks ago. That day dawned bright and beautiful. Cool, but not too cold. And later, warm, but not too hot. It was the kind of day that fooled the honeybees into coming out of their hives one last time before winter, only to learn one of lifes lessons: there is no nectar on a dead chicken carcass.
Today is a completely different kind of day. My patch of earth is covered in the slate grey of late November. It's the kind of day that reminds you that winter is coming. On days like this I often wonder what it is like to be an editor at media-centered gossip blog. Did they spend the last three months living the chicken life, scratching at the grass and eating the grubs that city life has to offer? Are they doing what they can to prepare for winter? Do they even know that winter is coming? Does Hamilton Nolan want one of my chickens?
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Why are so many Gawker writers so terrible at math?
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