Sky jacking

Who gets on a plane and listens to a book about all the sky jackings that have happened in the history of the U.S.? I do.

I finally finished reading Winter of the World, which I was experiencing withdrawal symptoms for (that may be my masochistic side since I learned a lot of horrible details about World War II that I certainly did not learn in my U.S. history courses throughout school. Boy, is our U.S. education system crappy and too pro-American), and I just started listening to Brendan Koerner’s The Skies Belong to Us: Love and Terror in the Golden Age of Hijacking. The book discusses the history of hijacking planes in the U.S. and in other parts of the world, the stupidity of the U.S. government in their reactions (or lack thereof) in trying to regulate this, and the even deeper stupidity of the airlines in not wanting to deal with it even after people had gotten murdered. One example: most of these hijackers just wanted the pilot to transport them to some other city (the favorite example is Havana, Cuba). All of them were carrying bombs, firearms, or both. The airlines didn’t believe these people would actually kill anyone. Really? Then, people start dying, and it suddenly dawns on them that people dying is a possibility from the sky jacking.

After the Malaysia Airlines plane went missing (and today, we still have no clue where it really is), a slight paranoia went through my head about a potential plane hijacking that could have happened here. Then, I started reading hypotheses from former pilots about possible disasters and how the pilot would’ve most likely reacted, and it started to make more sense to me.

However, I’m not sure what I should be more paranoid about – a potential hijacking on a plane a loved one or I may be on, or a freak accident like this one seems to be with the plane going on fire, and then the plane going into cruise control and crashing into the South Indian Ocean.

Transportation differences

New York City is a public transportation city. People generally take the subway, bus, New Jersey transit, Path, or Metro-North train to and from work. If they’re lucky, they walk. It would be rare to hear of anyone living in Manhattan and driving to their office *also* in Manhattan. I’ve been working here almost six years, and this is unheard of to me.

Atlanta, on the other hand, is a driving city. The city does have what appears to be a very clean public transit system called the MARTA, but no one seems to take it. All of my clients at the agency I am here to visit drive everywhere, and especially to work. My colleague who came down on this trip with me said she wanted to try being a “local,” so she took the MARTA from the airport into Midtown Atlanta, where we are staying. She elicited a number of laughs when she told the office this, as they informed her that no “local” would take the MARTA. Okay, then, someone please tell me who takes the MARTA? Someone has to be taking it and keeping it running!!

Another thing that is foreign to me – a large number of our clients have gotten their cars broken into. One of my clients just had his car window smashed a week ago, and his work Macbook air and iPad were stolen. Another client’s car got broken into twice last summer. These are the things that would shock a New Yorker. We don’t own cars up there, so what would we know about car break-ins?

Work travel

I’m down in Atlanta for client meetings for the next two and a half days. It’s partly exciting and partly stressful. Everything was planned really last minute since we were trying to coordinate schedules while also getting finance’s approval.

Work travel, to those who don’t do it, for some reason seems very glamorous. I guess I can understand why; you generally get to stay at 4- or 5-star hotels for some ridiculous amount of money that you would never normally pay for yourself, eat indulgent (or at least, “different”) meals, and get to break out of your normal day-to-day work routine at the usual office – all at the expense of your company. It’s nice to travel for work every now and then, but I have heard of people who have left jobs that have been 90%+ travel – they’re all consultants. Their biggest complaint despite accruing lifetime platinum status at hotels and on airlines and enough miles across airlines to get free flights and hotel rooms for the next five years of their lives – they were tired of living out of suitcase and just wanted some semblance of a routine and “normal” life.

I’m happy to get out of my day-to-day routine and finally meet my clients, who I’ve been working with for three months now without ever having met them. I wonder if there will be enough time to get some Georgian barbeque and see the World of Coca-Cola?

Waiting for Godot

Tonight, we went to see the Samuel Beckett play Waiting for Godot on Broadway. I read this play (and watched the movie alongside) in my senior year Advanced Placement English course….and I was not a fan. The play’s main themes are around existentialism, loneliness, questioning religion (waiting for God(ot)? According to this play, you may be waiting a long, long time….for him to never come), and questioning why we even exist and what are we as individuals really about? Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen made the play more enjoyable than what I remember from high school.

One question that the character Estragon raises made me laugh out loud. He says during the first act, “We are happy.” Long, thick pause. “What do we do now, now that we are happy?”

It reminded me of my friends, my family, the world around me in their quest for purpose and “happiness” in life. Sometimes, it’s like we are spending so much time chasing lofty ambitions or doing things because they claim to make us calmer or closer to “enlightenment” or peace that it just becomes a laughable charade. Like if you think that having a stable job, getting married, having two kids, and owning a house all equal “happiness,” what do you do once you get all those things? Is your life complete? Could you die happy that way? What do you then live your life for once all those things are checked off the list? Do you just…exist at that point?

Happiness is a state of mind, a way of seeing the world around you. I don’t really think it’s about “If I have X, then I will be happy.” That just seems so superficial. But that seems to be what our society has become.

 

 

NY1

I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but I finally decided that I would write about this today. In middle and high school, occasionally I would watch the news on TV, usually the 10 o’clock news. The newscasters would report the news, take you to different areas for live coverage of certain incidents, and the show would be done. Apparently, though, on New York 1, the local TV news station here, the newscasters just reference major newspapers like the New York Times and the Wall Street Journal, even holding up and flipping through the actual pages and walking you through the highlights of each of the top stories of the past 24 hours. The only reason I know this is because I watch TV when I am on the elliptical or treadmill at the gym during weekday mornings. While it’s kind of nice to know that some of the news I am getting on this TV station is actually news being reported in mainstream, credible publications and not just about some tree that has fallen on someone’s car in Queens, what kind of job is this? People actually get paid to do this and get broadcasted on local TV to do dumb things like this?

Brain slowdown

I was reading an article the other day about attention span that said that based on website analytics across numerous news sites, the average amount of time one spends on a news story is 15 seconds.  And as I was reading this, I was fighting the urge to skim the page instead of reading each paragraph through. Apparently, I’m such a millennial. I am a product of the time in which I live. I can’t even read a full news article on one page without just wanting to read a few sentences per paragraph. Sometimes, when I am reading articles that are not about food or health (the main things I like to read about), I even realize that sometimes, I have to read some paragraphs more than once to fully comprehend everything that was written. That’s not a good sign.

So I decided to try out Lumosity, a web-based brain training program that is supposed to improve cognitive function – reaction times, memory, attention – you name it. I tried out two tests, one for speed and one for memory so far. As I would expect, my speed/reaction time is far worse than my memory. The games are actually fun to play, and it’s good to know that some of the time I am spending on the internet is not just wasting time. I’m adding this to my goals list for the year now.

Splitting dining checks

Tonight, Chris and I had dinner at Brushstroke, David Bouley’s venture into Japanese kaiseki cuisine. It was an incredible dining experience with some very unique flavors. We had probably the best and richest miso soup; it was made with a guinea hen broth and a bright, clean white miso. We ate snail-shaped ferns for the first time. I also had my first soy milk-based panna cotta, as well as an unconventional affogato made with matcha green tea ice cream and a white chocolate and nigori sake. Even the cocktails we ordered were some of the best we’ve ever drank.

One odd thing about our dining experience was the couple sitting next to us. Since being with Chris, I have a higher tendency to half eavesdrop on surrounding conversations at restaurants here and there. So I was half listening to their conversation and observing their moments. Sometimes, they seemed very loving and affectionate. At other times, they seemed distant and strained. They were discussing a child I assumed was hers but not his. And I think they were married. And the biggest shocker came at the very end of their meal when I realized that they were getting separate checks.

If you are married, or at least in a long term relationship with someone you love, why would you ever split a check down the middle and pay with separate credit cards? They even consulted on how much each should be tipping. I understand the need to be “equal” and want everyone to contribute, but isn’t splitting a romantic dinner check down the middle a bit of an overkill (and a mood killer for the rest of the evening)? There is something to be said for going overboard on keeping track of everything down to the last cent – lifetime partnership should operate like human relationships, not business transactions.

Marry smart – or think smart

So I suppose I’m late in finding out that a former Princeton alum wrote this letter to editor for her alma mater’s student newspaper that went viral last year, and this month, she is publishing a book called Marry Smart, a guide on how young women of college age and just slightly beyond can “marry smart” and live their lives to their full potential. The basic gist of her letter to the editor, as well as her book, is that our modern society and colleges across the world for that matter have put way too much emphasis on career track and planning for young women. Instead of focusing so much time and energy on careers, women during college should be investing more of their time and energy in finding their future husbands because that is their prime and most beautiful time of life (that is subjective…) and will be the time of their lives when they have the smartest and most attractive male options at the tips of their fingers. The window will soon pass, and if they miss the boat, they may never find their true loves of their lives and may need to settle on someone they are not madly in love with who will never truly fulfill them.

While this sounds like something I would initially get mad about, I’ll be honest and say there’s a lot of truth to this. While I would not take her advice literally (meaning, I think your potential for finding a life mate is over after you get that college diploma), I do think it’s important to acknowledge that you should never be thinking “career OR dating/relationship” or “studying OR dating/relationship.” If you can’t “multi-task” with launching your career and a steady relationship now (I put that in quotations because I think the concept of “multi-tasking” in balancing school and dating or career and a relationship is bullshit. If you can have friends and family and study, why can you not have a boyfriend and study?), what makes you think you will one day be able to balance career, marriage, raising kids, potentially even taking care of your elderly parents and in-laws, social life, and all of life’s everyday demands?

It’s good to be open to meeting new potential mates at any time of your life and not immediately x them out because of a stressful job or being in medical school. She’s sadly right – none of us are getting any younger, and I’ll be one of the first to acknowledge that men are selfish jerks and do not really care about your “internal clock” (you know, your egg count and how it significantly goes down after 30, and gets in the grey-to-black area after 35. This doesn’t affect them; it affects you), and their pool of options gets larger (meaning, they ARE looking at younger women, even the ones just fresh out of college when they are 35 and you are 32, and guess who seems more attractive?), while ours will get smaller. Men in college for the most part are immature beyond belief when compared to their female counterparts, but the rare gems that are mature enough should be considered.

 

First rejected, now loved

I’ve had some tension with some colleagues who sit near Bonsai Row as we call it at the office. In January, Chris sent a mini yellow rose plant to my office for my birthday. I originally placed the plant along the row of bonsai plants that get indirect light near my seat, but two guys were being territorial and didn’t want my plant near them. They claimed it was attracting fruit flies, and they didn’t want flies near them. We debated it for a while, and I finally gave in and brought it to the other side of the office. A colleague consoled me and insisted that the other side of the office got better direct sunlight, so the plant would do better there.

Well, two months later, this rose plant is flourishing! It has huge, lush green leaves that look far healthier than any did when it was first delivered, and today, three huge full blooms. It even has four buds on its way. This plant may have been rejected by my male colleagues when it first got here, but now, it gets lots of morning and afternoon light, and is even attracting visitors and gawkers. 🙂

Explosions uptown

So while I am at work this morning, I find out on the news that around 9:30am, two neighboring buildings in East Harlem blew up from a gas leak. Many people were injured, and by the end of the day, six people were confirmed to have died from the explosion. Metro North stopped running for hours, and all I could hear outside the window were sirens.

This is the second devastation that has happened in the last several days that has a lot of unanswered questions. The Malaysia Airlines plane is still missing, and apparently no one on this earth (who is still living, presumably) knows where the freaking plane is, and now these two buildings north from where I live have become a great big pile of ash.

One woman who died in one of these buildings had taken a much needed day off from work. She apparently never really took time off for herself. And then on this day she finally does take a one day vacation to rest at home and ends up getting killed in this freak explosion. I have no words. Life really isn’t fair.