Be it on my iPhone or my hard drives, I have way too many photos of clouds. I can never resist the urge to shoot the sky. It’s always there; but it’s always different.
Year: 2010
Like New York, Chicago is one of those city that I always knew I’d visit and that when I did I would love it.
It did not disappoint.
Since I took my ‘real’ camera this is one of the few cameraphone photos I did take. You can view the images here.
I always enjoy finding these ‘building stains.’ It’s as though the demolished structure has gotten the last laugh and is thumbing it’s nose at the progress which deemed it expendable.
You can watch the film North Circular HERE.
Watch it.
Take a picture of yourself watching it.
Then post that photo back here.
There is a serious design flaw with travel power adapters. The engineers who design them don’t seem to comprehend that the things that will be plugged into them (mobile phone chargers, camera battery chargers, etc…) will have weight to them.
Add to this the fact that all the outlets in Morocco are installed at least one foot above any surface that could be used to support the weight of an adapter/charger combination, and keeping it physically plugged into the wall becomes nearly impossible.
I managed to jury-rig this ‘support’ system for our mini-powerbar with a Mr. Noodles and a can of Clamato I snagged from the KLM lounge at Pearson – both of which and made it all around Morocco and back to Canada without being consumed.
After an 8 hours drive across the Moroccan desert – through
road-construction dust-storms in a car without air conditioning, my girlfriend and I finally arrived in Essaouira (ESSA-we’re-ah) to the cooling breeze of the Atlantic. We were welcomed by the friendly staff of the Madada Mogador with a pot of mint tea and a seat on their rooftop patio.
In my opinion, the introduction of the in-seat TV screen is the greatest thing to happen to flying since escape hatches.
Finally, we are in control of what we want to watch.
However, the sight of a hundred or so people tightly packed next to each other wearing headphones and intenty staring at their own personal screen definitely diminishes any sense of flying as a shared experience.
Flying used to be an adventure. Now it’s an inconvenience. Security measures in our post-9/11 world have a lot to do with that, but a general malaise towards the engineering marvel that is scheduled mass passenger flight already exsisted before our ‘war-on-terror’ reality.
Heaven help us if the entertainment system were to go down. We may have to read, or introduce ourselves to our elbow neighbour, or stare out the window at a sight that human eyes had never seen a scant century ago.
