Random Things

An article by David Brooks on April 29, 2008

 

Well, I’m back in Michigan for a few days to celebrate Christmas with my family. I’ve had a day of traveling through airports and whatnot. Part of the time I was trying to keep awake and warm and then cool and then warm and then… yeah… Let’s just say that there isn’t a standard temperature when it comes to airports.

Also, it should be said that it’s a really shocking thing to leave the south where there’s a better chance of being turned into a newt than having a white christmas and then, magically, appearing in the north where ten feet of snow is waiting. There’s just something peculiar about all that.

Some Things You Never See Coming…

I had a very strange moment today as I was arriving in Detroit Metro. I had grabbed my personal belongings and started my twenty mile trek through the airport to the dreaded baggage claim while talking with my fiance on the phone. Suddenly my signal was lost, which is somewhat odd since I was in an airport and those typically have at least a little bit of a signal.

I looked up and found myself asking “did one of those flight attendants slip some sort of mind altering substance in my drink?” I was asking because the terminal walkway walls were flashing like a rave while some new age music played over the loud speaker.

I blinked a few times and then realized that the airport had in fact spent the money on a massive rave walkway. I wasn’t sure whether or not I should dance or cry. I was awakened from my trance by a child saying to his mom “mommy, this music is scary.” I had to agree.

I gather that they have something setup to block incoming cell phone signals that way we can’t tell the outside world what’s going on in the depths of the airports. My guess is that those four people laying on the ground actually passed out from starvation or sleep deprivation after staring at the trippy lights for entirely too long. My assumption is that there’s some sort of obscure scheme aimed at the people who travel through Detroit Metro on Delta Airlines flights, because honestly, I can’t imagine another reason why they would have lit up the walkway like that. And I’ve written entirely too much about this already… moving on.

An Undeserved Rank

Something else came to my attention when I checked my reference logs today. I found that I am somehow seventh in google searches when the words “freelance” and “textpattern” are combined. This made me laugh since I’m really quite new to textpattern and there are so many other people out there who are far more qualified to be number seven for that set of search strings. The big joke is that I know it’s not because I’m the best or even the guy you send your txp questions. It’s also confusing because on a daily basis I don’t get that many unique hits to my site (or hits at all for that matter). So, it leads me to think that George Washington I sent Google.com really did work out. (Just kidding about that last part… I don’t have a dollar to send…)

Anyway, that’s enough for today. I just had some random things that I thought I should write about. Hope you all have a merry Christmas and a happy New Year.

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David Brooks is the owner of the small creative studio, Northward Compass, based out of Orlando, Florida. He writes electronic and ambient music as Light The Deep, and fantasy stories about a place called Elerien.

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