Conscious Streams of Consciousness on a 13-Hour Flight

I am in Seat 41A on United Airlines flight 88 to Newark Liberty International Airport. I am about four hours into a 13-hour marathon from Beijing, which began in Incheon. Before that, a 42-minute express train from Seoul. Before that, a two-hour, 50-minute KTX from Busan Station. Before that, an 11-stop subway ride from Hadan. Before that, my friends’ apartment, graciously donated to me for the night.

The coffee I drink to keep me awake–as my body and mind attempt to adjust to the endless night across the East Siberian Sea–is measurably worse than the coffee I could be drinking at home, ground from beans from Costco in Centum City. It’s even far worse than the Americanos I have the luxury to complain about from time to time. But it tastes considerably better than the mysteries I chose to leave to imagination when I quit on Korea years ago.

Crossing Borders: USA to Mexico

Her round beach ball sized face suddenly became pale. Looking up from her computer
screen she had found something disagreeable as her widening eyes were now two giant
pools of fear.

She mumbled something about a printing problem and made a hasty exit with Alicia’s

4am, La Guardia airport, New York.

This was not the first time issues had arose when Alicia or her family had tried to enter
or exit their home nation of the U.S.A. Having Haddad as a surname comes with certain
unwanted baggage. Haddad, a Middle Eastern name, meaning and as common as
[Black] Smith, had been flagged by the United States government as a threat to their
nation’s security. So, to save a nation from all Haddads, the surname had been added to
the terrorist watch list.

The Friday Night Flyer


Adam caught a most amazing shot of Eunee as she leaped into the protection of her bed after fetching her toy tire.

I think she is half mini Dumbo/ half bat


Crossing borders: The U.S. of A

Prior to flying to the States I’d been treated to all sorts of horror stories relating to the U.S. immigration. Known for being unjust, lacking in a sense of humour and overly rigorous with all foreign and domestic passengers I was apprehensive about my first encounter with border control.

Peppered around the immigration were police and airport security. All looked menacing in their dark navy blue uniforms with pistol by their side. Playing in the background on a dozen screens was a video montage promoting the stone cold efficiency of the border patrol. Riddled with large dangerous guns the film showed the cops take down terrorists, criminals and violators.  I stood and watched as the real life patrolling officers barked orders at my fellow aliens.

I was in an English speaking country and I was segregated and treated as a foreigner, that was a bizarre concept to me.

Flying long distance on the cheap

Economy, long-haul, pleasant, quiet; All adjectives that are expected in a sentence riddled with sarcasm when describing any long distance flight trapped in inexpensive class.

My experience with Japan Airlines was as expected, complete with crying babies, weak bladdered individuals and my curse of being unable to sleep on public transport. Fortunately, the duration of the flight had enough entertainment to keep me occupied.

Hearing Test and Urine Sample

Warning:  The second half of this blog entry contains info on certain body parts that might be considered graphic.  Or funny.  Or both.  Either way, it's real.  Can't make this stuff up.  Maybe it's potentially graphic just cause I don't know what those body parts are that are mentioned in the documents below.  I don't want to assume that the subject is okay with all parents and more importantly, their kids.  Please preview before letting your teen read this.

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