Friday, July 20, 2007
Chapter 8, Verse 5: The Future of Flight
Hello Space Travelers, I make good on my promises, and today we learn about the future. Whilst in the greater metropolitan area of Seattle, I decided to visit a museum. The future of flight it was named and I learned a lot.
Before I even had a chance to enter the museum I was enamored by the gems of wisdom I could find in the parking lot. This got me thinking: When was the last time I heard a jet in Rolla?
Once inside the museum itself, I had two options, the tour of the Everett plant where they build the new 787 Dreamliner or a lesser museum to see where flight has been. sing some special channels, I managed to arrange to do both. They saw this fit as I was a member of the web press.
Before I even had a chance to enter the museum I was enamored by the gems of wisdom I could find in the parking lot. This got me thinking: When was the last time I heard a jet in Rolla?Once inside the museum itself, I had two options, the tour of the Everett plant where they build the new 787 Dreamliner or a lesser museum to see where flight has been. sing some special channels, I managed to arrange to do both. They saw this fit as I was a member of the web press.
As a compromise, I was not able to bring my camera into the plant. The Everett plant is the largest building in the world. While it is only about 6 stories tall, it covers an area greater than several football stadiums. After it's expansion in the 80s the heating an ventilation began creating aperations in the building. That is to say, clouds happened.
After the tour of the future, I went back into the past. I was impressed by the amount of stuff they had acquired, but somehow felt like the museum part was somehow just a promotion of the new Dreamliner.
It was still worth it, and even if the afternoon was spent waiting in lines and being herded around a engineering plant, I felt free. I didn't need a jet noise to liberate myself either.
Questions from readers:
Jake from Missouri says: "When you went up the mountain did you see any places I could snow board?"
Hi Jake, how is Missouri? Hot and depressing? Yes, I saw some places you could snowboard... if you were a badass-ninja-robot-with-no-regaurd-for-safety-drunk-on-power-boarder. If you were to shred that beautiful mountain, you'd probably resurect some mountain demon, and anger the volcano.
Wear a helmet?
Goodnight and goodluck Space Travelers.
Chapter 8, Verse 4: Jack & Jill Went Up The Hill
Hello Space Travelers, like always I'm late with the news on the road trip. It seems mildly odd to some that I'm still keeping to this blog at all. Well in the good spirit of having the last word, I am going to finish the story before I graduate. The odd part will be that while the story of our young handsome hero has stayed the same the prologue has taken an interesting turn.
The Washington area is littered with mountains, and by "littered" I mean there are two. Meghan and I decided to venture up a the mountain and have our own mini holiday. I'm kind of an "urbanite," but I found that being in the northwest made me want to exercise my tolerance for mountain air.
The trip was good, and so was the company. It seemed like we could go no higher, but the road seemed to continue forever. The long ride allowed us to have a close time without the interruption of cell phones or the Internet or friends or family or jobs or unemployment or school. We just drove until we ran out of road, and when we ran out of road, we stared down that great mountain, and watched as the clouds opened up and revealed its great mass. We returned to the car and coasted all the way down.
Happy new year space travelers. May 2008 be a year to remember. Remember, get your animals spayed or neutered.
The Washington area is littered with mountains, and by "littered" I mean there are two. Meghan and I decided to venture up a the mountain and have our own mini holiday. I'm kind of an "urbanite," but I found that being in the northwest made me want to exercise my tolerance for mountain air.The trip was good, and so was the company. It seemed like we could go no higher, but the road seemed to continue forever. The long ride allowed us to have a close time without the interruption of cell phones or the Internet or friends or family or jobs or unemployment or school. We just drove until we ran out of road, and when we ran out of road, we stared down that great mountain, and watched as the clouds opened up and revealed its great mass. We returned to the car and coasted all the way down.
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a photo or two
Jill took a trip
and replaced her hip
They use to get a table for deux
but Jill found god
so Jack was odd
and now they're both singles moreover
no one's to blame
and they're not ashamed
just bored and lonely and sober
Happy new year space travelers. May 2008 be a year to remember. Remember, get your animals spayed or neutered.
Chapter 8, Verse 3: Sewage & Sewing
Hello Space Travelers, it's been a while. Wonder where I've been? So do I. Truth is, I think I may have somehow already returned to Rolla. The last few months have been a little fuzzy, but with your support I know I'll be able to put the pieces together. I'll I know is that I have photos, and slight memories. We'll begin here.
So I'm here in Seattle, and I'm underground for some reason. I believe I'm on a tour. I remember the guide talking about how much of frontier Seattle was built on a hill next to the sound. This created some sewage problems. Later the street was raised, and the buildings were keep in the same places. This created some problems as one might assume. It meant that the street was above the street anywhere from 12 to 36 ft.
Timeout: Holy shit, Meghan learned how to walk on walls!
Ar first a series of latters was used. This was not very handicap accessible as one would imagine. The next step was extending the road to the building which meant that the second and third floors of some buildings would become in all actuallity the ground floor.
This was by all means a good thing, except that now there were all sorts of very dark and vary dangerous passages in which all sorts of vermin could flourish. Rats for instance were very prevalent that the mayor began putting a bounty on rat tails. It became a means to make money. but like all things, if there is a penny, there's someone who sees a dime. This ended when it was discovered that people had actually began to farm rats and kill them for money.
By the way, have we found those WMDs yet?
As much as this totem pole is a sign of diversity, a closer look will just reveal more exploitation of the natives. This one is stolen. Shhhh... don't tell anybody. But it's "hard" to resist such a symbol such as this right? Turns out that frontier Seattle or as they would call it the "gateway to the north," and like any port where there are sailors, there are ... Seamstresses.
At this high fashion kilt shop, no fucking joke, it was obvious that not all the seamstresses have left. As is turns out, not all the seamstresses were even seamstresses, or for that matter even men. Yes that's correct, when I say seamstresses, I am actually referring to prostitutes.
All this talk about hos got me thinking: Are the promiscuous over prosecuted? Halloween was last week and I was reminded of how women dress on Halloween. Think about it. No really take it in. Let the picture burn itself in. Now here's the kicker, a lot of these girls are the same girls that dress very conservative any other given day in the calender year.
Are they whores? No.
So why? Why then, why wear the costume of a seamstress if you should be wearing the costume of a Nun? I believe that the real costume is somewhere in between. Women today are being hit with conflicting messages. On one hand they are being told that sex is power, and scarier that its open expression is normal. On the other hand they are being told that sex is something shameful and even sinful.
So perhaps, a woman is comfortable with her sexual identity. Perhaps it's everyone else who is uncomfortable. We assume that everyone is either fucking no one, or thy are fucking everyone. When did sex get so black and white? Last time i checked, sex was a bit more colorful. In fact, in Japanese the word for "erotic" is "iroiro" which means "color color." I'm personally kind of proud of our Halloween seamstresses. If they were the nun costume the rest of the year and feel uncomfortable, I'm glad that there is an excuse to be expressive, even if for only a day.
To all the seamstresses, hope you had a great Halloween, and don't fret the haters.
Goodnight Space Travelers, and take it from me, seagulls are fearless trash eating flying rats with no off switch.
So I'm here in Seattle, and I'm underground for some reason. I believe I'm on a tour. I remember the guide talking about how much of frontier Seattle was built on a hill next to the sound. This created some sewage problems. Later the street was raised, and the buildings were keep in the same places. This created some problems as one might assume. It meant that the street was above the street anywhere from 12 to 36 ft.
Timeout: Holy shit, Meghan learned how to walk on walls!
Ar first a series of latters was used. This was not very handicap accessible as one would imagine. The next step was extending the road to the building which meant that the second and third floors of some buildings would become in all actuallity the ground floor.
This was by all means a good thing, except that now there were all sorts of very dark and vary dangerous passages in which all sorts of vermin could flourish. Rats for instance were very prevalent that the mayor began putting a bounty on rat tails. It became a means to make money. but like all things, if there is a penny, there's someone who sees a dime. This ended when it was discovered that people had actually began to farm rats and kill them for money.By the way, have we found those WMDs yet?
As much as this totem pole is a sign of diversity, a closer look will just reveal more exploitation of the natives. This one is stolen. Shhhh... don't tell anybody. But it's "hard" to resist such a symbol such as this right? Turns out that frontier Seattle or as they would call it the "gateway to the north," and like any port where there are sailors, there are ... Seamstresses.At this high fashion kilt shop, no fucking joke, it was obvious that not all the seamstresses have left. As is turns out, not all the seamstresses were even seamstresses, or for that matter even men. Yes that's correct, when I say seamstresses, I am actually referring to prostitutes. All this talk about hos got me thinking: Are the promiscuous over prosecuted? Halloween was last week and I was reminded of how women dress on Halloween. Think about it. No really take it in. Let the picture burn itself in. Now here's the kicker, a lot of these girls are the same girls that dress very conservative any other given day in the calender year.
Are they whores? No.
So why? Why then, why wear the costume of a seamstress if you should be wearing the costume of a Nun? I believe that the real costume is somewhere in between. Women today are being hit with conflicting messages. On one hand they are being told that sex is power, and scarier that its open expression is normal. On the other hand they are being told that sex is something shameful and even sinful.
So perhaps, a woman is comfortable with her sexual identity. Perhaps it's everyone else who is uncomfortable. We assume that everyone is either fucking no one, or thy are fucking everyone. When did sex get so black and white? Last time i checked, sex was a bit more colorful. In fact, in Japanese the word for "erotic" is "iroiro" which means "color color." I'm personally kind of proud of our Halloween seamstresses. If they were the nun costume the rest of the year and feel uncomfortable, I'm glad that there is an excuse to be expressive, even if for only a day.
To all the seamstresses, hope you had a great Halloween, and don't fret the haters.
Goodnight Space Travelers, and take it from me, seagulls are fearless trash eating flying rats with no off switch.
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