Blogging at 10,000 Feet
The word “blogging” always makes me feel a shade or two dirty; It’s something that’s best done in a room by one’s self, right before washing your hands thoroughly. Still, when you’re this high up in the air and still able to communicate with the ground, it seems fair time for reflection on living in the future.
I’ve been flying since I was a kid. While I don’t remember my first flight, I’m sure that my mother and everyone else on it does; Apparently I screamed my head off for a solid three hours. People who know me well are totally unsurprised to hear this tale.
As an adolescent I used to fly the friendly skies with some regularity. While I grew up outside of Providence, RI, both sets of families lived in Grand Rapids, Michigan, where I was also born. Summertime was a time for visiting Grandma Pell and also, I assume, a time for my parents to get me out of their hair for a few weeks. One in-flight experience, the one where I discovered coffee for the first time, is detailed here.
In the days when dinosaurs roamed the earth we had a thing called a Walkman and you needed a metric grip of AA batteries to operate it. Planning to fly involved stocking up on those, but also making sure you had a bag filled with mixtapes for any occasion. As I grew into my teen years, I became rather adept at making tapes for flights; And, of course, it helps when you listen to music where the average song length is approximately 45 seconds.
Fast forward to the 21st Century. I’m writing this over 10,000 feet in the air next to my wife fiddling around with her iPhone, looking for the ideal Madonna track, no doubt. There’s a good chance
she doesn’t know what a Walkman is she’s just informed me that “I know what a fucking Walkman is,” or at least hasn’t held one in her hands she used to own one, desperately hoping that her last set of AA batteries hasn’t run out (no word on this). It will no doubt not be long before the touch-screen monitors that display tiny movies become iPads with a full complement of apps and everything else.
No real point here. I just couldn’t skip the opportunity to wax idiotic about the fascinating and connected world we live in… from 10,000 feet.
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