today i woke up at 5 am for a 840 flight and scrambled to pack the rest of my things. i only forgot the most important items: my registration badge and the dvds i had planned to watch on the plane. driven to distraction i suppose.
when we take off, i could follow the airplane's shadow as it raced along the subdivisions and into the sound. the plane has a nifty feature for the geographically challenged showing a map and various progress statistics. i guess that the feature was implemented to simplify the flight attendants' lives.
now the map has been replaced by some sort of entertaining video that I'm ignoring. i guess a big map of the pacific probably isn't the most interesting thing to watch for five hours. even the clouds below that once resembled jellyfish have consolidated to a white plain concealing the ocean.
i'm fairly confident that airplane meals are meant to be some sort of test. maybe many tests simultaneously. on my vegetarian plate: a bagel, cereal, milk, applesauce, a banana, sugar, salt, pepper, strawberry jam, margarine, utensils, napkins, and a warm preparation of various grains, fruits, and vegetables. is anyone expected to eat this amount of food in a single sitting?
i entertain myself by eating half of the banana with a fork, adding strawberry jam to the slices. the milk, cereal, and applesauce go untouched. i feel guilty shunning the cheerios with their american heart association seal of approval. satisfied with my attempts to eat an appropriate amount of food, i make orderly stacks of the remains to maximize the already cramped space.
switching between computer, textual, and musical entertainment now. harper's monthly has a report, "the boy who loved transit" that is completely fascinating.