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As the number of air travelers rises, returning to near-prepandemic levels, so do questions about flying protocols and rules — particularly what travelers can and cannot take in their carry-on luggage when flying within the United States. For instance: Is guacamole a solid or a liquid? (It’s a gel, which falls under the same restrictions as liquids and is not allowed in your carry-on — unless it’s inside a 3.4-ounce container.)
Here’s a guide to help you navigate the more ambiguous carry-on rules — with some quiz questions throughout to test your knowledge, too.
2. Today gave me a headache. That is all.
3. Mother agreed with me, that my father's funeral is beginning to remind her of a wedding, in particular her own - apparently it also only had four Catholics in attendance.
I told her about one of the responses to my post on how my uncle was planning on doing my father's funeral.
ME: Apparently no one but their step-father wanted the Catholic mass, and they were all relegated to the second or third row back for being non-Catholics.
Mother: What? No. We're all seating in the front two rows. That's reserved for the family. Everyone else can sit behind us.
ME: Yeah, I thought that was a bit odd myself.
Mother: I am concerned about everyone arriving in time - in particular your uncle's plane - because if he doesn't arrive in time to perform the funeral - I'm going to have a problem.
Me: He's coming the day before?
Mother: Yep. I'm hoping he has time to at least familiarize himself with the church and the staff.
Me: You'd think he would know to come earlier than that...
Mother: yeah, well...I left it up to him.
Me: I'm figuring my father cared less about having a Catholic Mass than he cared about having his beloved younger brother, who he was close to, perform it?
Mother: Exactly. That's why he did it.
This came up because my brother went to Buffalo and Niagra Falls to get a new suit. (I don't know why he didn't drive to NYC to do it. My brother's logic and me tend to be unmixy things, it's actually one of the reasons we don't get along.)
Mother: So, your brother went to Buffalo to get a new suit.
Me:A new suit? For what - oh... oh damn. I don't have anything to wear.
Mother: Do you have black pants?
Me: I might have a black skirt - although not sure it fits...
Mother: You can wear a pair of nice pants and a shirt...but it is a Catholic Service like Sunday Service, so you do need to dress up a little -
Me: Do I need to wear a black dress?
Mother: No. Not at all. I'm not.
Me: So not that formal, eh?
Mother: No.
Me:So black pants, nice shirt, sweater - does it have to be black?
Mother: No, it doesn't even have to be black, just semi-formal, or -
Me:Business casual?
Mother: Yep, that would be fine.
Me: My brother getting a new suit kind of freaked me out.
Mother: Well, he only had one and it was getting worn out. And I'm having him speak at the funeral - and it's not like he has any, since he doesn't really need them up there.
Frigging hell, he went to get a suit and to Niagra Falls with his wife.
I want my brother's life.
Meanwhile, I'm day-dreaming about taking an excursion to either The Little Island or Governor's Island - apparently you can camp or glamp on Governor's Island in luxury tents and cabins" (which I don't know, is that even camping? Kind of takes all the allure out of the sport. It's camping for people like myself who hate sleeping on the ground and want my own private bathroom and shower at my beck and call). Of course you have to book months in advance, because hello, NYC. Everything in NYC has to be booked in advance - we've got 12 million people plus tourists, so approximately 15 million people. Apparently there are people fleeing NYC? If so, more power to them - I wish more people would. Go, shoo. Flee to Pennsylvania and preferably Kansas City. (Although it is awfully hot in Kansas City at the moment - I can see why you might not want to flee that far.)
There are things that don't need to be booked in advance - things no one really knows about.
Today on the way home from work - they had cordoned off the streets around BAM for a street fair of sorts. It was a pleasant surprise - it meant I could walk obstacle free to the subway. No pesky cars and bikes to bar my path. Sure there were inflated bounce rooms. One was designed as a giant Wall E (it was ugly and looked like a haunted house), and another was a huge slide or a series of slides. Inflated bounce rooms are weirdly popular at the moment. You'd think the pandemic would make it the opposite - but no. The Worlds Biggest Bounce House is Coming to Brooklyn This Fall - or in September. [It's coming to the park near Brighton Beach or to the east of it. I can't get there - I'd need to find a friend with a kid and a car, and ...well...it's not like I'm into Bounce houses. I've never really understood the point of them to be honest. I'm more of a water park kid. But it would be fun to do with kids.] Anyhow, no clue what the fair was about - something regarding "Epic Solutions", the NYPD even had a booth - so I'm thinking a youth job fair.
It was definitely warm enough - and no rain.
4. Worried again today whether I'm nice. Okay worry isn't quite the right word. I pondered whether I was nice. I really need to block out my co-worker's conversations. I wear earphones, it should be easy. Maybe I should invest in ear pods which I can wander about in?
I don't feel nice at the moment. I'm too frustrated with everybody and everything to feel nice. I feel I have no control over anything and am sort of trapped.
Trying to find the positives. My life's never been that traumatizing, which is why...I can't say things have ever gotten necessarily better.
Mel: We're thinking things have to get better soon, right? You've worked here a long time...what do you think?
Me: I don't know. They got really bad for a bit back in 2009-2014 or thereabouts, before you came on board. We went a good five years without any raises, promotions or hires, and everyone was either over-worked or had no work since we were in a recession and had no money. Then you came on board and we got promoted and got raises, and things were good. Then we all move to 347, and well...hired more people, then wham. So what I can promise? They'll be different. But better? Eh, matter of perspective, I guess.
I pondered this later with mother over the phone.
Mother: Well, I don't know they do get better...
ME: Do they though? It seems they just get different. I guess it depends on what you are going through? I mean I've never had it THAT bad...
Mother: True, you weren't homeless.
ME: And I've never been physically or sexually abused or harassed. Granted it's kind of hard to physically or sexually harass or abuse me, I tend to be bigger than most men and people - and intimidate them. Mentally and emotionally - that they can do. And I've been mentally and emotionally harassed and abused, but not by anyone I was living with. I could technically get away from them after a period of time.
Mother: That's true...
Me: Although they did try to sexually harass me in high school - which was kind of amusing in a way. [Pause] The boys jumped up and down in front of me to sexually harass and torment me because I towered over them. (They were five foot or five foot four, and I am six foot, and I was at that time too.)
Mother (laughs)
Me: Yes, it was rather funny. Albeit not at the time - now however..But no, I wouldn't say things have ever gotten better, just different.
Mother: You did go through some really tough times though..
Me: I see pros and cons to all these situations. [Back then? No job, but hey, social life and going out with friends. Now? Job with loads of work, but no social life (outside of Wales). Be nice to have both at the same time, but nooo.]
That said, I can see how other people may think things get better - I mean if you had a wretched childhood and were horribly abused and now you have a lovely life with your partner/significant other, and a lovely home - then yeah, it got better. But for some it's the opposite, they have a lovely childhood, but their adult hood is just well one failure after another. Or one misstep after another. While still others it's neither here nor there - their childhood was okay, their adolescence okay, their adulthood okay.
I mean it's really different for everyone? And memory has a funky way of erasing the sharp edges or in some respects everything but the sharp edges?
I don't tend to hold onto the bad stuff - most of my high school years which were awful are a blur, while most of my college years are rather vivid in places. I also remember my childhood rather well. But adolescence, my mid-late twenties, and early 40s, a blur.
I think life is annoyingly vague. And it's really hard to judge anyone's life including our own because of that. For the most part - after a while it feels a bit like a fever dream.
I've been listening to the Sandman, so that's clearly affected my views on this. Well that and this thing I saw on ...Twitter - posted by shipperx,
The Most Famous Paradox in Physics Nears its end
Growing evidence supports what physicists have long suspected: In some way or other, space-time itself seems to fall apart at a black hole, implying that space-time is not the root level of reality, but an emergent structure from something deeper.
So basically time folds in on itself, and as seemingly linear thinkers in a seemingly non-linear universe, our perception of reality itself may in fact be a mere construct of our mind to make sense of things and live in an ever changing and unknowable universe.
And I just gave myself another headache.
Too much thinking for one day. Time for bed.
Here's hoping your day was better than mine, or at the very least no worse.
As the number of air travelers rises, returning to near-prepandemic levels, so do questions about flying protocols and rules — particularly what travelers can and cannot take in their carry-on luggage when flying within the United States. For instance: Is guacamole a solid or a liquid? (It’s a gel, which falls under the same restrictions as liquids and is not allowed in your carry-on — unless it’s inside a 3.4-ounce container.)
Here’s a guide to help you navigate the more ambiguous carry-on rules — with some quiz questions throughout to test your knowledge, too.
2. Today gave me a headache. That is all.
3. Mother agreed with me, that my father's funeral is beginning to remind her of a wedding, in particular her own - apparently it also only had four Catholics in attendance.
I told her about one of the responses to my post on how my uncle was planning on doing my father's funeral.
ME: Apparently no one but their step-father wanted the Catholic mass, and they were all relegated to the second or third row back for being non-Catholics.
Mother: What? No. We're all seating in the front two rows. That's reserved for the family. Everyone else can sit behind us.
ME: Yeah, I thought that was a bit odd myself.
Mother: I am concerned about everyone arriving in time - in particular your uncle's plane - because if he doesn't arrive in time to perform the funeral - I'm going to have a problem.
Me: He's coming the day before?
Mother: Yep. I'm hoping he has time to at least familiarize himself with the church and the staff.
Me: You'd think he would know to come earlier than that...
Mother: yeah, well...I left it up to him.
Me: I'm figuring my father cared less about having a Catholic Mass than he cared about having his beloved younger brother, who he was close to, perform it?
Mother: Exactly. That's why he did it.
This came up because my brother went to Buffalo and Niagra Falls to get a new suit. (I don't know why he didn't drive to NYC to do it. My brother's logic and me tend to be unmixy things, it's actually one of the reasons we don't get along.)
Mother: So, your brother went to Buffalo to get a new suit.
Me:A new suit? For what - oh... oh damn. I don't have anything to wear.
Mother: Do you have black pants?
Me: I might have a black skirt - although not sure it fits...
Mother: You can wear a pair of nice pants and a shirt...but it is a Catholic Service like Sunday Service, so you do need to dress up a little -
Me: Do I need to wear a black dress?
Mother: No. Not at all. I'm not.
Me: So not that formal, eh?
Mother: No.
Me:So black pants, nice shirt, sweater - does it have to be black?
Mother: No, it doesn't even have to be black, just semi-formal, or -
Me:Business casual?
Mother: Yep, that would be fine.
Me: My brother getting a new suit kind of freaked me out.
Mother: Well, he only had one and it was getting worn out. And I'm having him speak at the funeral - and it's not like he has any, since he doesn't really need them up there.
Frigging hell, he went to get a suit and to Niagra Falls with his wife.
I want my brother's life.
Meanwhile, I'm day-dreaming about taking an excursion to either The Little Island or Governor's Island - apparently you can camp or glamp on Governor's Island in luxury tents and cabins" (which I don't know, is that even camping? Kind of takes all the allure out of the sport. It's camping for people like myself who hate sleeping on the ground and want my own private bathroom and shower at my beck and call). Of course you have to book months in advance, because hello, NYC. Everything in NYC has to be booked in advance - we've got 12 million people plus tourists, so approximately 15 million people. Apparently there are people fleeing NYC? If so, more power to them - I wish more people would. Go, shoo. Flee to Pennsylvania and preferably Kansas City. (Although it is awfully hot in Kansas City at the moment - I can see why you might not want to flee that far.)
There are things that don't need to be booked in advance - things no one really knows about.
Today on the way home from work - they had cordoned off the streets around BAM for a street fair of sorts. It was a pleasant surprise - it meant I could walk obstacle free to the subway. No pesky cars and bikes to bar my path. Sure there were inflated bounce rooms. One was designed as a giant Wall E (it was ugly and looked like a haunted house), and another was a huge slide or a series of slides. Inflated bounce rooms are weirdly popular at the moment. You'd think the pandemic would make it the opposite - but no. The Worlds Biggest Bounce House is Coming to Brooklyn This Fall - or in September. [It's coming to the park near Brighton Beach or to the east of it. I can't get there - I'd need to find a friend with a kid and a car, and ...well...it's not like I'm into Bounce houses. I've never really understood the point of them to be honest. I'm more of a water park kid. But it would be fun to do with kids.] Anyhow, no clue what the fair was about - something regarding "Epic Solutions", the NYPD even had a booth - so I'm thinking a youth job fair.
It was definitely warm enough - and no rain.
4. Worried again today whether I'm nice. Okay worry isn't quite the right word. I pondered whether I was nice. I really need to block out my co-worker's conversations. I wear earphones, it should be easy. Maybe I should invest in ear pods which I can wander about in?
I don't feel nice at the moment. I'm too frustrated with everybody and everything to feel nice. I feel I have no control over anything and am sort of trapped.
Trying to find the positives. My life's never been that traumatizing, which is why...I can't say things have ever gotten necessarily better.
Mel: We're thinking things have to get better soon, right? You've worked here a long time...what do you think?
Me: I don't know. They got really bad for a bit back in 2009-2014 or thereabouts, before you came on board. We went a good five years without any raises, promotions or hires, and everyone was either over-worked or had no work since we were in a recession and had no money. Then you came on board and we got promoted and got raises, and things were good. Then we all move to 347, and well...hired more people, then wham. So what I can promise? They'll be different. But better? Eh, matter of perspective, I guess.
I pondered this later with mother over the phone.
Mother: Well, I don't know they do get better...
ME: Do they though? It seems they just get different. I guess it depends on what you are going through? I mean I've never had it THAT bad...
Mother: True, you weren't homeless.
ME: And I've never been physically or sexually abused or harassed. Granted it's kind of hard to physically or sexually harass or abuse me, I tend to be bigger than most men and people - and intimidate them. Mentally and emotionally - that they can do. And I've been mentally and emotionally harassed and abused, but not by anyone I was living with. I could technically get away from them after a period of time.
Mother: That's true...
Me: Although they did try to sexually harass me in high school - which was kind of amusing in a way. [Pause] The boys jumped up and down in front of me to sexually harass and torment me because I towered over them. (They were five foot or five foot four, and I am six foot, and I was at that time too.)
Mother (laughs)
Me: Yes, it was rather funny. Albeit not at the time - now however..But no, I wouldn't say things have ever gotten better, just different.
Mother: You did go through some really tough times though..
Me: I see pros and cons to all these situations. [Back then? No job, but hey, social life and going out with friends. Now? Job with loads of work, but no social life (outside of Wales). Be nice to have both at the same time, but nooo.]
That said, I can see how other people may think things get better - I mean if you had a wretched childhood and were horribly abused and now you have a lovely life with your partner/significant other, and a lovely home - then yeah, it got better. But for some it's the opposite, they have a lovely childhood, but their adult hood is just well one failure after another. Or one misstep after another. While still others it's neither here nor there - their childhood was okay, their adolescence okay, their adulthood okay.
I mean it's really different for everyone? And memory has a funky way of erasing the sharp edges or in some respects everything but the sharp edges?
I don't tend to hold onto the bad stuff - most of my high school years which were awful are a blur, while most of my college years are rather vivid in places. I also remember my childhood rather well. But adolescence, my mid-late twenties, and early 40s, a blur.
I think life is annoyingly vague. And it's really hard to judge anyone's life including our own because of that. For the most part - after a while it feels a bit like a fever dream.
I've been listening to the Sandman, so that's clearly affected my views on this. Well that and this thing I saw on ...Twitter - posted by shipperx,
The Most Famous Paradox in Physics Nears its end
Growing evidence supports what physicists have long suspected: In some way or other, space-time itself seems to fall apart at a black hole, implying that space-time is not the root level of reality, but an emergent structure from something deeper.
So basically time folds in on itself, and as seemingly linear thinkers in a seemingly non-linear universe, our perception of reality itself may in fact be a mere construct of our mind to make sense of things and live in an ever changing and unknowable universe.
And I just gave myself another headache.
Too much thinking for one day. Time for bed.
Here's hoping your day was better than mine, or at the very least no worse.