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From: aaronsw <rssfeeds@spamassassin.taint.org>
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Subject: Trip Notes
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Date: Wed, 09 Oct 2002 08:00:18 -0000
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URL: http://www.aaronsw.com/weblog/000647
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Date: 2002-10-08T16:39:48-06:00
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=== Scissors ===
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I, like most other people here, went through the security checkpoint. Unlike
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everyone else, they decided to search my suitcase. The security lady asked for
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permission and then took everything out: clothing, umbrellas, a jacket, and a
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box of crackers. She searched all the pockets: nothing. Apparently the jacket
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was suspicious; She sent it through again. Nothing.
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The lady in the next lane waved a 10-inch knife and asked the lady in my
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lane if it could go on. I can only assume she answered yes.
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She put everything back in and sent it through again. Still suspicious. They
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took everything out. It looked like this was going to take a while, so I used
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the opportunity to put the tickets I was holding back in my bag. When I looked
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back up, the security woman was brandishing a scissors and saying "This can't
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go on board." "I don't remember packing that," I said. I let her confiscate it.
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I called my Mom. She doesn't remember packing it either. Is there some sort of
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terrorist plot to plant scissors in innocent-looking people's suitcases? I
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can't see why this would be useful. How would they know what plane I'm on? Once
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I'm on the plane how would they get the scissors? They could threaten me, but
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if they have a threatening implement already, then why do they need the
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scissors? Perhaps it's some sort of Matroishca-doll system. They use their
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fists to get the infant to give them the squeaky mouse, they use the squeaky
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mouse to scare the toddler into giving them a copy of _A New Kind of Science_,
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they use ANKS to bludgeon a 5th Grader into giving them a wedge block, and they
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use the wedge to get me to give them the scissors. Those are some pretty clever
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terrorists.
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*Update:* False alarm. My Mom called. Apparently it was the scissors she was
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using to cut loose threads from my tie last night. It must have fallen in. The
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nation can go back to Yellow Level Terrorist Alert.
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=== Waiting for Wireless ===
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Now I am at O'Hare Airport, sitting outside the Admiral's Club while
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businessmen walk in and out. I am looking for a wireless signal, the signal I
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used last time I was here, but not finding it. Of course, last time I was here,
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I had an Admiral's Club card. This time I have a Mileage Plus Card, but despite
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the airline ologopoly--or perhaps because of it (have to keep up appearances,
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you know)--I doubt they will accept it.
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=== Irony ===
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According to the announcement I just heard, Mr. Valenti is going to miss his
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flight.
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I think of what I'd say if I ran into him. "Jack!" I'd exclaim, as if we were
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old pals. "Going to the Eldred case?" Of course he was. "Going to be a good
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one." "Hey, remember when you had that debate with Lessig?" I'd ask. "You said
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you were starting a new task force to make movies legitimately available on the
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Internet. What ever happened to that?" I imagine him mumbling and looking down
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at his watch. His plane is going to leave soon; he has to run.
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Another announcement: Mr. Michael McKenna needs to call his office. Good thing
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these airline announcements keep me up to date.
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=== Automatic Flush Toilets ===
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Now I am short and the sensing system was mounted up tall in both instances. In
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the first, at my old high school (where you think some people might be a little
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short...), the flush went off once accidentally. OK, I thought, I can handle
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one mistake. Then it went off again. Here at the airport, it misfired three
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times.
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This is annoying and inexcusable. Have they not heard of user testing? Do they
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expect only tall people to use these bathrooms? This problem must be remedied
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immediately. I recommend releasing a Service Pack on the manufacturer's web
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site.
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=== Arrival ===
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I've arrived in D.C.--once again, I'm sitting a block away from my hotel on the
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sidewalk borrowing someone's connection. Trip was very smooth, had lunch with
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Lisa and went to the Spy Museum (pretty cool, but could have been better). Now
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for the meetings and parties.
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Sorry for not responding to your email. I'm rather busy. ;-)
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