Flying over the American west today I noticed that terraced hills look exactly like topographical maps when covered in snow.
You want your two year old to stop whining. We want your two year old to stop whining. If speaking gently to them is ineffectual at reaching this goal, why not try your parents' method? You can't make a child feel emotions he's yet incapable of feeling (guilt) and you can't use explanations he's yet incapable of understanding. Children are simple creatures--telling a spoiled toddler to be quiet "because its nice" is like telling my three-legged cat to stay inside tonight "Because its safe." Actions speak louder than words.
There are some seriously isolated people farming in northern Utah. I wonder if they're paranoids.
The Midwest is so square its scary. Not only is the ground divided up into big regular squares, but the roads between them are straight lines, the houses on the roads are of similar shape and evenly spaced, and the streetlights could have been placed with a ruler.
Today i got two sunrises--one from the air, which is always a treat, and another on the ground about an hour later and a time zone westward. Breathtaking. All westward-headed flights should leave at six am.
If you get to your gate two hours early, don't go to sleep. Your flight might move to another end of the airport without you noticing. That said, it is a good idea to travel in running shoes.
Nebraska+Snow=sliced birthday cake
In-flight movies these days are followed by reality tv shows and advertisements. Added to the "Snackbox" program (wherein, after having your healthy, inexpensive lunch confiscated at security, you're expected to fork over cash for a box full of junk food on the plane), the sheer number of McDonald's restaurants in every terminal, and one's ability to buy a la-z-boy recliner from the Skymall and I can't help but notice that airlines are taking advantage of the fat, brainless American in all of us.
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2 year olds whining: I once witnessed a man bend down and try to reason with his screaming child, who was holding fast to a toy he wanted from my store, asking him to please put it down, and that he was 'giving the child one more opportunity to do the right thing'. The child kept screaming. I think maybe because he didn't understand the word opportunity. He kept whining, so what did the parent do? What every parent does when they don't want to spank their child: completely ignore him. As if the force of the parents' mind would shut the child up. Everyone in the store discovered 20 minutes later that the father was NOT the jedi master he thought he was.
One more note: The Skymall has la-z-boy recliners now? Wow. I wonder if I pay extra if they'll attach it to the plane for me, in the space I was supposed to be sitting at. And, while they're at it, they can bring me some McDonalds. :)
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