Playing sax is lighter work than riding broncs
Our week began and ended with trips from and to the airport on unheated buses from the 80s. (“the heat is included in our low prices, and unavailable”) The drivers wore cowboy hats and the buses smelled rotten. This reminded me of my fanciful days as a guitar tech for the little known yet critically declaimed bar-mitzvah friendly The Cliponties feat. Shaggy Kat. This was when being a musician meant something other than using an apple computer.
The Denver airport is a marvel of tent engineering (tentitechture). The flight in was cool as we crossed the rockies in a CRJ 700. These are becoming my favorite flying machines, offering even more thrills than my brain on nights off in a college town.
The keynote address by Apple, Inc.’s Steve Jobs was enlivening to a large group of internet users this week, we among them. There is a new product called the iPhone that is a computer in your hand, except for the screen and keyboard. Very cool except that the phone is managed by Cingular, which is an unfortunate and wholly useless company that neither sells coffee, nor offers discounts on everyday items.
On Wednesday we secured a rental car and borrow clothing from TJ Maxx to ski at Loveland just west of Denver. It was a perfect 30 degree sunny day of skiing. This is the mountain to ski unless you are tired of taking runs and want to wait in lift lines or traffic on your way to Vail.
“Do you want a water?”
“yeah, but only if it’s smart water. Well, I have to take an antihistamine, so yeah get me any water. It smells like cheese over here. Why is there no Starbucks here?”
That was shouted between two people in line for food at the airport. I don’t know why there is no Starbucks there.
There was a tiny Big Sky flight to Wyoming today on a Beech 1900, a nice looking toy plane flown by two men I was not sure whether to call Elder or Captain. They wear proselytizing outfits to fly the smaller planes, with bland leather jackets without stripes to warn you not to ask them for a bible.
The often short-staffed TSA have collected a huge assortment of liquor from the ski bums in Colorado this week, which they keep on display on a table guarded by the guy who hands out plastic bags. I feel the need always to carry a thing of hotel lotion in my pocket for fun. It has only been found once, and this was because I reached in to pull out change and got it instead. Whoever gave the TSA blue ties, dark blue jackets and light blue epaulets was a middle school teacher nearing retirement.
In the footbridge between terminals at the airport they are playing what sounds like Indian chanting as a way of relaxing me. Were this 120 years ago in the same spot, the same music performed live would not be relaxing.
American Airlines have lost my bag now, and are blaming poor little Frontier airlines who were nice enough to fly us to Little Rock last night on a CRJ700, my favorite. They did however, refuse chip service. The captain asked for chips before they closed the cockpit door, and the cabin attendant obliged with a choice of nachos or sun chips. She then denied that there were chips onboard in flight.
The Denver airport is a marvel of tent engineering (tentitechture). The flight in was cool as we crossed the rockies in a CRJ 700. These are becoming my favorite flying machines, offering even more thrills than my brain on nights off in a college town.
The keynote address by Apple, Inc.’s Steve Jobs was enlivening to a large group of internet users this week, we among them. There is a new product called the iPhone that is a computer in your hand, except for the screen and keyboard. Very cool except that the phone is managed by Cingular, which is an unfortunate and wholly useless company that neither sells coffee, nor offers discounts on everyday items.
On Wednesday we secured a rental car and borrow clothing from TJ Maxx to ski at Loveland just west of Denver. It was a perfect 30 degree sunny day of skiing. This is the mountain to ski unless you are tired of taking runs and want to wait in lift lines or traffic on your way to Vail.
“Do you want a water?”
“yeah, but only if it’s smart water. Well, I have to take an antihistamine, so yeah get me any water. It smells like cheese over here. Why is there no Starbucks here?”
That was shouted between two people in line for food at the airport. I don’t know why there is no Starbucks there.
There was a tiny Big Sky flight to Wyoming today on a Beech 1900, a nice looking toy plane flown by two men I was not sure whether to call Elder or Captain. They wear proselytizing outfits to fly the smaller planes, with bland leather jackets without stripes to warn you not to ask them for a bible.
The often short-staffed TSA have collected a huge assortment of liquor from the ski bums in Colorado this week, which they keep on display on a table guarded by the guy who hands out plastic bags. I feel the need always to carry a thing of hotel lotion in my pocket for fun. It has only been found once, and this was because I reached in to pull out change and got it instead. Whoever gave the TSA blue ties, dark blue jackets and light blue epaulets was a middle school teacher nearing retirement.
In the footbridge between terminals at the airport they are playing what sounds like Indian chanting as a way of relaxing me. Were this 120 years ago in the same spot, the same music performed live would not be relaxing.
American Airlines have lost my bag now, and are blaming poor little Frontier airlines who were nice enough to fly us to Little Rock last night on a CRJ700, my favorite. They did however, refuse chip service. The captain asked for chips before they closed the cockpit door, and the cabin attendant obliged with a choice of nachos or sun chips. She then denied that there were chips onboard in flight.
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