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February 28, 2006

Third-class Air Transport

Yep. There are three classes of air transport: First Class, Business Class (not all airlines have it now) and Third Class (the usual ride for most folks).

Let's start with the airports themselves: I haven't been to one I like in decades, and I've flown in an out of about 12 or so. LAX is the worst. It's filthy, and all manner of the dregs of society fill it's waiting areas and concourses along with people like myself, who are used to being orderly, and in return, want clean and orderly surroundings. In LAX, half the escalators don't work, there are half-assed attempts at construction in every concourse with no attempt made to keep down the dust and debris, and their airline-handling plan sucks the biggest root you can imagine. It's impossible to fly into LAX and not have at least a 3/4 mile walk to another terminal if you are changing airlines. PHX is just about as bad, just not torn up quite so much.

Next, security.

I can certainly understand the security concerns after 9-11, but in LAX, I had to have my passport and ticket looked at twice at chokepoints before I got to security screening. Why? Any terrorist is going to have a passport, maybe fake, but it will get by these observers, and of course will also have an air ticket. There's no need for such pre-screening before you even get to the security screening.

TSA screeners aren't up to speed on the X-ray scanners. I had a normal retractable ball-point pen alerted as an Exacto knife, which necessitated a total search of my person and carry-on, even though the pen was in my laptop case ALONG WITH SEVERAL OTHER PENS. The total shoe-removal horsecrap is still there, but will probably stay thanks to the POTUS' speech a few weeks ago.

OK, so I'm finally in the concourse, waiting for my connection. In LAX, if I want to use Internet, I have to either find a Starbucks and pay Boingo a $7 fee, or use one of the little proprietary set-ups that dot the airport, each with it's little chair, monitor and keyboard. Wait, I forgot, those little Internet stations aren't really available, as they are usually full of thugs lounging there dispite all the signs that say the computer carrels are for customers only. I don't want to express any racism here, so I won't remark on the standard profile of these carrel-occupiers.

Then it's time to board.

A few obvious things about boarding aircraft first.

There is an obvious right way to put pax on an aircraft (and I navigated passenger transports for a while in the USAF), and that is to board the first-class first (they paid for the privilege), then any handicapped, then the rest of the aircraft from the back to the front. All the airlines used to board this way. None do now (at least none of the ones I've flown recently). The first class go first, then the handicapped, then everyone else in a confused gaggle. Obviously, this results in a idiotic delay in loading. Its all because some bozos complained that they didn't like the regimentation of being told when to do what. The cabin crews hate it, because it compresses their pre-flight work into a very short time frame.

So, we're seated, belted and waiting for departure. We get the usual briefings. Only, the briefings are missing one key component now: which row of seats is to use which exit in an emergency ground egress of the airplane, as in the case of fire or ditching. This is very important, because there is usually no more than 60 seconds to get everyone out of an aircraft if it's managed to crash or ditch in a survivable condition.

We've pushed back, and we taxi to the active runway. The pilot takes the runway, advances the throttles to takeoff power, and we launch safely into the wild blue.

Safely for about 30 seconds.

With only a few hundreds of feet of altitude, the pilots bring back the throttles, even before they've gotten enough speed to retract the flaps. That saves fuel.

And increases risk to the aircraft and it's load of passengers.

In flying, it is a truism that airspeed and altitude equal safety. Less airspeed and less altitude equals risk.

Every time I fly commercial air, my precious ass is being risked to a degree with these less-than-max-power takeoffs. Just so the airlines can put a few more dollars in their pockets.

The proper way to take off is to take the active runway, stop, spool up the engines while holding the brakes, confirm max power, release the brakes and get the aircraft off the ground. On climb-out, the pilot maintains the angle of attack that results in the best acceleration of the aircraft up to flap retraction, then past flap retraction to best climb airspeed, reducing to cruise-climb only when out of the departure pattern and handed off to enroute control. As an air navigator, I monitored and computed for these procedures so many times you couldn't count them. The military ALWAYS uses this procedure in heavy aircraft (anything above a fighter type).

There is no reason to do these reduced-power takeoffs for noise abatement, since all commercial jets flying in the USA have to be certified to noise standards AT FULL TAKEOFF POWER. The only reason that they do them is that they save a couple of hundred pounds of jet fuel on each flight, and with Jet-A at 60 cents a pound or so, the savings of $120-300 per flight is justified in the minds of the green-eyeshade crew at the airlines.

Here's MY bottom line: the airlines are bound by morality AND law to operate in the manner that provides the safest flight for their passengers and aircrews. ANYTHING that reduces the margin of safety by even a fraction of a percent is unacceptable, IMHO.

One other connected peeve.

Who is doing the preflight inspection of commercial aircraft these days? On several occasions this trip, I noted both pilots arriving just minutes before passenger boarding. The pilot is responsible for determining whether the aircraft is safe to fly, and that determination MUST involve a careful inspection of the maintenance log (takes 5-10 minutes) and a shoes-on-the-ground walkaround inspection of the airplane that should take at least 10-15 minutes, WITH CHECKLIST IN HAND. I don't think it's being done, I think it's being delegated to ground crew to do. The name for that is complacency.

Complacency is the shortest route to an accident scene.

Tea sipper

Sun's over the yardarm, but instead of splicing the mainbrace, I'm sitting here sipping tea. Yep, tea.

The last few days of the sun-chasing trip were a downer, and I'm actually glad to be back in the soggy Northwest. So glad, I even remembered that true northwesterners don't put on a jacket for scattered showers, and I didn't when I went to the grocery store. I DID remember to put my P-11 back in my pocket, having felt totally naked without it for a month.

The end of the sun-chasing glory started about a week ago, when I had a disc slip in my lower spine, and went through all the usual pain and muscle spasms and immobility. I was just recovering nicely, what with the hot tub I had available, when 5 days ago, some blood vessel ruptured in my GI tract. I woke up in the middle of the night with a huge gas cramp, made it to the throne room on tip-toes (it hurt that bad), and blew the bottom out of the commode. With blood. Disturbing, but I chugged a pint of water to replace the fluid and went back to bed, to have the process repeat twice more in the next hour.

Time to worry.

Woke up the congenial host and off we go to the ER at Chandler Regional, where I destroyed two more thrones before I got booked into the ER. They hook me up for IVs and pump two liters into me, contant flow (push). Stat bloodwork came back from the lab normal, so no transfusion. Nurse comes in with a liter of some foul glop to choke down (high-contrast solution), and I sit there watching the worried look on the gudwife's face for the next two hours while the glop gets into my GI tract, then I had a CAT-scan. They couldn't find the damn hole with the CAT-scan, but that was really good news in disguise. They send me back to my temporary abode with a clear fluid diet, two antibiotics, no booze and NO SUNSHINE orders. The diet upgraded to a soft diet next day.

So, there I was, in a nice new house with a congenial host and hostess in Sun Lakes. Couldn't imbibe, couldn't eat, couldn't sit in the sun. Oh, and I almost forgot: since the Naproxen Sodium I take for chronic pain was a suspect in the GI bleed, I had to stop that, also. Not wanting me to be TOO miserable, the ER doc prescribed Vicodin. Narcotics. I avoid them like the plague because, well, they ARE a plague. Had to take them though, with the sensitive, healing GI tract, I couldn't take anything else for the back pain.

That meant it was not wise to handle firearms, so I had to turn down the kind offer of AnarchAngel to go and shoot with him and his posse.

Mega-bummer.

Then, I had to face the prospect of the usual cattle-car air transport back home to Oregon. More on that later.

All in all, though, I had fun for three weeks, and misery for one, so I guess I came out ahead. I STILL love MX as a place to visit and be taken care of in luxury, and the congenial host in AZ bends over backwards for us when we visit him in his palatial nest in Sun Lakes.

And I got a tan.

February 27, 2006

Travel day

Back on the road, back to MudTown.

No blogging. Maybe back on the net tomorrow, fer sure on Thursday.

A note of apology to Chris at AnarchAngel: sorry to have let you down. I really wanted to both see your collection and shoot some of it. The next time I get down this way, I hope my health is good enough to do so.

February 26, 2006

Desert Life

As I come to the end of my stay in Arizona, I've come to accept a few things about desert life that seem strange to people like me from the Northwest.

It's very dry, and as obvious as it seems, it must always be taken into account for almost everything one does down here at 30 degrees latitude.

For example, your skin isn't made for this arid climate, and you have to compensate. Even in the winter, your skin constantly perspires out water, which instantly evaporates, leaving you somewhat crusty-skinned.

You can get dehydrated quickly, and you have to at least double your water intake.

Excess salt in things is not a problem here. Up in RainLand where I'm from, 2 grams of salt keeps me going for a whole day, and any more messes up my tired old pancreas, so I have to really watch my salt intake. Down here, you probably use 5 grams of salt a day, and replacing it becomes a priority, so you have to use an electrolyte solution like Gatorade.

Booze is probably cheaper here than anywhere else, even after the sales tax which we don't pay in OR.

If you don't like to drive fast, don't come down here with a vehicle. The urban freeways are speedways, with 75 being considered no big deal, and 90 no big deal on the intercity interstates. Bring a car that will hold those speeds or you're holding up traffic.

Don't plan on enjoying jail unless you're a desert rat. Sheriff Joe Arpaio will put you in a tent city inside his walls, not an air-conditioned jail-palace like we have up North.

The houses are mostly sheathed in stucco, and the stucco is usually painted in a shade of tan. It's very boring if you appreciate color.

The city water is so salty (2500ppm) that everyone must install a reverse-osmosis water purifier if they don't want that salt in the  3-4  liters of water they drink daily.

There are even more 4X4 vehicles here than in Oregon, but no one ever takes them off-road, which is so flat you can do it in a low-rider.

One-year old Cadillacs with less than 10,000 miles on them sell for no more than 50% of their new sticker.

Housing prices have doubled in 3 years in some areas, including Sun Lakes.

A native can tell temperature without a thermometer. Most of them can differentiate between 104 and 107.

A special note on "Homeowner Associations" (HOA's). They are the most important form of government for the average desert homeowner. When you buy a house, you commit yourself to paying dues to an HOA, since most of the new developments are private Planned Unit Developments which opeate and maintain their own roads, utilities and garbage.

Tired of mandatory recycling? Tired of $30/month garbage bills for one can per week? Try voluntary recycling, $13/month for TWICE A WEEK PICKUP! Without a huge overhead for administration and all the cumbersome, envirowhacko-driven laws, it's really that cheap.

They have nuclear power plants here, and the cost of electricity is fairly level, as opposed to constantly, steeply rising as in the Northwest, where it's mostly made with hydro, but the enviros have limited power production to save the water behind the dams for the little fishies. If you want fish here, you go to fishmarket or the fish counter in a supermarket. Strangely, the prices are the same as in the Northwest, supposed home of the salmon.

Yep, Arizona is a nice place to visit. It could be a nice place to live, but the houses that I would want are all out of my range now, so I will return to the Soviet of Oregon tomorrow, and welcome the rain back into my life.

Good bird flu summary

Here.

This is an excellent summary, detailing the rapid sweep of avian flu strain H5N1 across the continents, the mechanisms of how the bird virus might morph into a human virus, etc.

It is written in layman's language.

It is a must-read for your planning responsibilites.

February 25, 2006

Not a joke...

...this bit of news from bird-flu reporters in France. You have to read between the lines to get the message, but it is reported that on the farm where the confirmed H5N1 infection was discovered, two facts stand out:

1. In a flock of 11,000 turkeys, 100 PER CENT WERE INFECTED!

2. The infection apparently came from just TWO wildfowl landing in among the turkeys.

OK, you don't have to be a veterinary epidemiologist to see this one:

The bird flu has become markedly more virulent. If you will recall the first few reports last summer, only a few infected birds were found in the flocks, then a few more in the fall, and now, we have an entire flock getting sick, almost at the same time.

Very bad news.

We only have oceans and ice between us and this epidemic, and soon the spring migration season begins.

No French jokes now. These people DID invent antiseptic controls, and if they aren't handling it, who can?

Can YOU put a year's worth of your normal consumption of fowl into your freezer? It might be a good time to start that, and have it done by, say, June.

What price 5

I'm getting a bad feeling after reading this little bit of spin. The (D)ink-shot Party might just score big in the fall elections with this, and of course, if they do, the (R)etro-party is toast in '08.

I've seen the Hill-de-beast on teevee a few times in my life (a few times too many), but seldom have I seen her with the killer look in her eyes that she has now.

H. Clinton KNOWS that this is a gut issue for most Americans, and she KNOWS that Bush is on the wrong side of it. I'm inclined to agree with her. She will organize some sort of bi-partisan coalition that will nix the deal, then overcome a Bush veto, then she will use that bat to club her way into the White House in '08.

If Hillary gets the Prez nod in '08, but there is still a GOP Congressional majority, all is not lost, because she will be a one-term wonder. If she gets the Senate back for the (D)onks, all IS lost and this nation will be a socialist, disarmed nation before I've drawn my last breath.

Bush needs to back off, and quickly raise another popular issue that will negate his goof on this one. Lacking such an issue, and he might have such a lack, he needs to take the fight to Hillary, NOW.

February 24, 2006

Q.O.T.D.

Question of the day:

What is a "Fusion Restaurant"? Specifically, what would a Hawai'ian Fusion Restaurant serve?

Could it be poi so sticky that it welds your butt-cheeks together the next day?

Or could it be flanken-style ribs made with Habanero peppers so hot that they give you the flamers equal to the temperature of the surface of the sun?

Inquiring minds want to know.

My point here is that this is more of the yuppification of the culture. Remember it was yuppies that gave us both Bill Clinton and the dot-com crash.

Aside from encouraging the building of little shoebox cars that can scoot to 60mph in under six seconds and safely pull more lateral Gs than a Spitfire, I can't think of many positives that the yuppies have given us.

Now they have their own restaurants that one can't begin to guess the menus of.

My last trip to a yuppie restaurant cost me almost $340, and I have several decent handguns that cost me less than that, in current dollars.

Bird Flu

This story is a grim reminder that we need to keep on top of our personal plans in case of an influenza pandemic.

France is one of the big poultry producers, and there is a lot more travel interchange between the US and France than there is with the other nations that have seen their poultry stocks infected.

If you would like to do some reading of my earlier work on this subject, back in the October-November timeframe, start with this article (which contains links to most of the others) and work forward in my archives. I think I wrote about a dozen posts on the subject.

Totally unscientific opinion here, but it seems the H5N1 strain is on target to be nearly global by this coming fall. If the dreaded mutation into a human-transmissable form occurs, then the ugly scenarios could begin next winter.

New Paratus Correspondent

I've been neglecting my other blog, Paratus, which, for the new reader, is all about preparation for the worst of times.

I've accepted the fine offer of Aaron Neal, who now has his own blog, Dad's Garage, to write a series on buying, storing and preparing non-perishable foods.

The first installment, a presentation of an old standby, boxed macaroni and cheese, is presented here.

Go and read it, and offer your kind suggestions on his column either here or there in the comments, which are ALWAYS open on my blogs.

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