Its been almost a year, and yet when I see a photo of them altogether like this I still do a double take in amazement that this family actually lives in the White House. And I'm going home in two weeks to a place where a significant part of the population sees this photo as their worst nightmare come to life. America is a crazy, wonderful place.
"Tree-Killing, Energy-Wasting, Suspiciously Well-Dressed President Utilizes Child Labor in an Attempt to Detract Attention From Policy Failures and Portray Himself As a Regular American Citizen"
-- caption for conservative press
This is weird, or maybe not so weird, but what popped into my head when I first saw this picture was the famous Iwo Jima flag-raising photo. It has the same kind of connectedness, the same kind of cooperative action, and a sort of "en media res" arrest that makes me think of rising ambitions.
"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.
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Well done, First Family.
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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.
11/26/09
@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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