I do. Well, FBOs that is. What is an FBO? FBO stands for "Fixed Base Operator" - I'm not really sure what that's supposed to mean either. An FBO is basically the terminal for private planes, and airports usually have multiple competing FBOs. In addition to providing fuel and a place to park, they usually have nice lounges with free coffee, tea, and snacks. I'm currently at Jet Aviation at Hanscom Field. They have free wifi, which is great for killing time since my flight plan until 10:00, although I'll probably head out after posting this. Today's flight route - Boston to Cleveland (lakefront), get fuel, then Cleveland to Chicago (Bolingbrook).
Pics soon... maybe. I'm off now!
Friday, June 25, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Boston!
I landed in Boston. It's an absolutely gorgeous day, the flight was smooth, and I didn't have any problems parking despite the airport's reputation for being unfriendly. Also fun fact - I'm staying at the house. I didn't really make that too well known did I... hmm. Oh well. There seems to be a nice couch here, and I brought a pillow and blanket.
Also, would anyone like to go to Nantucket for the day tomorrow or thursday? let me know! have plane, will travel.
Also, would anyone like to go to Nantucket for the day tomorrow or thursday? let me know! have plane, will travel.
Monday, June 21, 2010
So I did like 5 million things since I last updated this blog. I feel like I've been a bad teen, sneaking off to enjoy the pleasures of Boston without blogging about it. Except that like 76.5% of the readers were the people I saw in Boston, and I'm not a teen, so really I've just been a lazy 20 something. Apart from the zany adventures I had in Boston (lots of free bread! nighttime soccer!), I've managed to sneak some synthpop onto my brother's new iPod, listen to a rockabilly cover of Beyonce's Crazy in Love, got my portrait done, and fly a mini kite.
Speaking of being a bad teen, more specifically, bad teen music, I actually watched the music video for Flavor of the Week, which I listened to the tiniest bit as a teenager and was really disappointed. It did solidify the association I have with 1985, as sung by Bowling for Soup, mostly because the video for the former is a less good version of the latter. Anyway, they both went onto my Bad Teen/Good Teen playlist,
I also went to the Second Hand Bookshop! I bought 9 volumes, which, along with 2 more, I hope to finish before September. We'll see if it can be done, which means I better start reading... now.
Speaking of being a bad teen, more specifically, bad teen music, I actually watched the music video for Flavor of the Week, which I listened to the tiniest bit as a teenager and was really disappointed. It did solidify the association I have with 1985, as sung by Bowling for Soup, mostly because the video for the former is a less good version of the latter. Anyway, they both went onto my Bad Teen/Good Teen playlist,
I also went to the Second Hand Bookshop! I bought 9 volumes, which, along with 2 more, I hope to finish before September. We'll see if it can be done, which means I better start reading... now.
Mikey!
So I'm in New York visiting Mikey! It was a fun flight, I actually had to navigate around some storms. I thought I was going to have to divert way south of them, but it ended up that they moved south and I could go straight through. I wish I had something cool to say, but instead I'll just post pictures as soon as Mikey finds me a card reader. In the mean time, you can see my flight tracks:
Chicago to Penn State (fuel stop)
Penn State to White Plains, NY (Mikey!!)
Flying along. There are lots of farms in Illinois/Indiana/Ohio. Like, lots.
My "storm scope" showing lightning strikes to the south of me
flying through clouds
my trusty flight computer
and tomorrow I'm off to Boston! whee!
Chicago to Penn State (fuel stop)
Penn State to White Plains, NY (Mikey!!)
Flying along. There are lots of farms in Illinois/Indiana/Ohio. Like, lots.
My "storm scope" showing lightning strikes to the south of me
flying through clouds
my trusty flight computer
and tomorrow I'm off to Boston! whee!
I hate storms. and renting planes.
Ok, so I'm sitting on my couch at home rather than going out to the airport to fly right now. It was clear when I woke up this morning (6) until around 7. Then the storm started moving in. This is now the second time a trip has been screwed up by the rental place not opening until 8. But more so I blame this darn storm. Forecasts call for it to clear up around 10, but it's just moving eastward, ie, along my route of flight.
If I do ever get out on this trip (maybe this afternoon?), you can follow me here: http://flightaware.com/live/flight/N5279V
Sunday, June 20, 2010
And so it begins
Tonight I am starting the preparations for my epic journey to Boston this week. I need to remember to charge my camera and my mp3 player, but more importantly, pull out the charts and notebook and start plotting my flight. Tomorrow morning at 8:30 I hope to take off in my plane en route to new york.
However, there is a front moving in from the south which may bring storms with it. Forecasts all seem to say different things about when it will hit, anywhere from 4 am to 10 am. If I get out ahead of it, it's clear sailing all the way to New York. If not, then this trip might not happen since it is supposed to move across my flight path during the week. Fingers crossed. I think this should be a picture of it:
Enough with the meteorological stuff. I'm really super excited and nervous for this trip. I've only done one of this length before, and that was last summer out to Philadelphia. It was a fun time and a good learning experience. I hope this will be too. I'll try to take pictures and videos along the way. Hopefully updating every day of the trip.
However, there is a front moving in from the south which may bring storms with it. Forecasts all seem to say different things about when it will hit, anywhere from 4 am to 10 am. If I get out ahead of it, it's clear sailing all the way to New York. If not, then this trip might not happen since it is supposed to move across my flight path during the week. Fingers crossed. I think this should be a picture of it:
Enough with the meteorological stuff. I'm really super excited and nervous for this trip. I've only done one of this length before, and that was last summer out to Philadelphia. It was a fun time and a good learning experience. I hope this will be too. I'll try to take pictures and videos along the way. Hopefully updating every day of the trip.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
HOW TO TURN YOUR LIFE INTO AN AMATEUR PORNO
As I write this, I am sitting in Chase’s porch (hi Chase), enjoying the post-rainstorm breeze coming in and the almost peaceful Saturday morning, were it not for the occasional base-blasting car.
In a desperate job search that brought me all the way to Brookline, I picked up some books from the great little local bookstore that Chase and I had visited when vainly trying to see John Krasinski. Sadly two hundred other rabid fangirls had gotten there before us and taken all the tickets. This particular bookstore puts pretty great books on display for often ridiculously low prices. Last time we splurged on Yiddish for Babies, the picture book with a baby on one side and a Yiddish word in a baby-related context on the other. This time, I got The Best Recipes in the World, a seven-hundred-page cookbook, for $10. I also got In the Merde for Love by Stephen Clarke, for $5, about a snarky Englishman whose misadventures in the French countryside begin to fray his idyllic vision of his sexy French girlfriend. So far it’s the best book I’ve read in a long time.
I was rather correct when I envisioned a somewhat hectic beginning to the summer in Boston, but life’s been pretty awesome too. I crashed for five days chez Benji, who very generously not only picked me up from the airport and furnished me an air mattress on a futon, but also fed me, moved me into our new house, taught me how to grill, and introduced me to Arrested Development. I am very grateful to Benji and his housebros for their welcome and hospitality.
That first week, when I wasn’t interning, I was mostly running around looking for paid work. When I’d left Tufts, I had put in a three-hour “training shift” at a restaurant, talked about a probable job at another restaurant, and been called to start right away at a shop for Scandinavian pastries. It turned out the first job had been given away during the week I was in Minnesota, the other restaurant job hadn’t realized I wasn’t full time, and DPH gave me a “training shift” but has yet to schedule another one that will include all of the potential employees, which by the way things are going sound more numerous than actual space for new hires. So I’ve been traversing the Cambridge area by foot for hours on end. Things were getting pretty desperate. I even interviewed for working behind the fish counter at Whole Foods. Cute though the Whole Foods brand may be, in the end a fish counter is simply a counter where fish are sold. “We’re not saving the world,” the gangly, pirate-y-looking fish counter manager told me.
But luckily, just as I was about to sign twenty hours a week away to the fish, I stumbled upon the cute CPK-style pizza place on Mass Ave where I’ll be cashiering a few nights a week. I have never been so excited to operate a cash register.
Happily, the people in the house before us left a lot of stuff. Benji, Emily, and Rebecca helped me move in and steal furniture from other rooms. While we were inspecting the drawers in a desk, we came across some kid’s passport. He must have been abroad to China, judging by the Chinese visa stamped inside. In the drawer below, we discovered graduation tassels heaped upon a stack of Chinese textbooks and International Relations awards.
But the best part was when we opened one of two tiny top dresser drawers to find a DVD of “Girls Gone Wild: Horny School Girls 6.” While my friends thought that my analysis of this situation was creepy, I still think I’m right so here goes: I always thought of Girls Gone Wild as the kind of “porn” that fourteen-year-old boys obtain when they see the commercials on TV and want to watch college girls get in beach fights. “Gateway porn,” if you will. Why would you want a DVD about horny college women when you can go to a frat party? This does not make very much sense to me.
Nonetheless, my friends saw potential for love in this situation. He was an IR major, I was an IR major. He took Chinese, I took Chinese. He went to China, I’m maybe going to China. I don’t consider myself to be a particularly horny individual, but I am a schoolgirl, so it was conceivable that I could even be his type. I facebooked him about retrieving his passport and “some other stuff” (we even had several favorite books listed in common), and a few hours later it was determined that this mysterious gentleman would arrive at nine AM the following morning.
My friends made several suggestions as to how I should go about handing off a passport, textbooks, tassels, and a gateway soft porno to my future husband. One suggestion was to answer the door in full horny schoolgirl dress. Another was to spend most of the morning in the shower. A less cliché suggestion was to invite him in and force-feed him breakfast foods while laying on my academic, girly charm.
The real meeting, as these situations generally work out, was distinctly anti-climactic. The ring of the doorbell struck me as a tad awkward- it was one of those, “Did I just press the doorbell? I… I dunno… I should- ohshit…. K I think it worked that time. Or twice. I dunno” kinds of doorbell rings. I answered the door in normal clothing, and thought to myself that this kid looked about fifteen years old in person. I handed him the heaping grocery bag where I had discreetly tucked his porno in with the Chinese textbooks. “Thanks,” he said, looking sheepishly at the twenty pounds of shit I had just handed him. “Dunno how I missed all this.” By this time he was basically back in his friend’s car.
The bros who had lived here previously left us quite a lot of stuff, including furniture, a grill, kitchen supplies, and a bike. We have some pretty brotastic glasses, including a Sig Ep beer pitcher.
We also got some pretty cheap furniture from a friend, whose house was originally going to sell their furniture to the next leasers but said leasers were little bitches about it. To spite them, they were trying to get rid of every single item of furniture in the house. We got a great kitchen table that is the perfect height for standing up and chopping stuff on with benches that slide underneath.
Here are the pictures of Emily and me showing off the house's hidden treasures:
OK so now it is about a week or maybe two weeks after the above was written. FYI.
In a desperate job search that brought me all the way to Brookline, I picked up some books from the great little local bookstore that Chase and I had visited when vainly trying to see John Krasinski. Sadly two hundred other rabid fangirls had gotten there before us and taken all the tickets. This particular bookstore puts pretty great books on display for often ridiculously low prices. Last time we splurged on Yiddish for Babies, the picture book with a baby on one side and a Yiddish word in a baby-related context on the other. This time, I got The Best Recipes in the World, a seven-hundred-page cookbook, for $10. I also got In the Merde for Love by Stephen Clarke, for $5, about a snarky Englishman whose misadventures in the French countryside begin to fray his idyllic vision of his sexy French girlfriend. So far it’s the best book I’ve read in a long time.
I was rather correct when I envisioned a somewhat hectic beginning to the summer in Boston, but life’s been pretty awesome too. I crashed for five days chez Benji, who very generously not only picked me up from the airport and furnished me an air mattress on a futon, but also fed me, moved me into our new house, taught me how to grill, and introduced me to Arrested Development. I am very grateful to Benji and his housebros for their welcome and hospitality.
That first week, when I wasn’t interning, I was mostly running around looking for paid work. When I’d left Tufts, I had put in a three-hour “training shift” at a restaurant, talked about a probable job at another restaurant, and been called to start right away at a shop for Scandinavian pastries. It turned out the first job had been given away during the week I was in Minnesota, the other restaurant job hadn’t realized I wasn’t full time, and DPH gave me a “training shift” but has yet to schedule another one that will include all of the potential employees, which by the way things are going sound more numerous than actual space for new hires. So I’ve been traversing the Cambridge area by foot for hours on end. Things were getting pretty desperate. I even interviewed for working behind the fish counter at Whole Foods. Cute though the Whole Foods brand may be, in the end a fish counter is simply a counter where fish are sold. “We’re not saving the world,” the gangly, pirate-y-looking fish counter manager told me.
But luckily, just as I was about to sign twenty hours a week away to the fish, I stumbled upon the cute CPK-style pizza place on Mass Ave where I’ll be cashiering a few nights a week. I have never been so excited to operate a cash register.
Happily, the people in the house before us left a lot of stuff. Benji, Emily, and Rebecca helped me move in and steal furniture from other rooms. While we were inspecting the drawers in a desk, we came across some kid’s passport. He must have been abroad to China, judging by the Chinese visa stamped inside. In the drawer below, we discovered graduation tassels heaped upon a stack of Chinese textbooks and International Relations awards.
But the best part was when we opened one of two tiny top dresser drawers to find a DVD of “Girls Gone Wild: Horny School Girls 6.” While my friends thought that my analysis of this situation was creepy, I still think I’m right so here goes: I always thought of Girls Gone Wild as the kind of “porn” that fourteen-year-old boys obtain when they see the commercials on TV and want to watch college girls get in beach fights. “Gateway porn,” if you will. Why would you want a DVD about horny college women when you can go to a frat party? This does not make very much sense to me.
Nonetheless, my friends saw potential for love in this situation. He was an IR major, I was an IR major. He took Chinese, I took Chinese. He went to China, I’m maybe going to China. I don’t consider myself to be a particularly horny individual, but I am a schoolgirl, so it was conceivable that I could even be his type. I facebooked him about retrieving his passport and “some other stuff” (we even had several favorite books listed in common), and a few hours later it was determined that this mysterious gentleman would arrive at nine AM the following morning.
My friends made several suggestions as to how I should go about handing off a passport, textbooks, tassels, and a gateway soft porno to my future husband. One suggestion was to answer the door in full horny schoolgirl dress. Another was to spend most of the morning in the shower. A less cliché suggestion was to invite him in and force-feed him breakfast foods while laying on my academic, girly charm.
The real meeting, as these situations generally work out, was distinctly anti-climactic. The ring of the doorbell struck me as a tad awkward- it was one of those, “Did I just press the doorbell? I… I dunno… I should- ohshit…. K I think it worked that time. Or twice. I dunno” kinds of doorbell rings. I answered the door in normal clothing, and thought to myself that this kid looked about fifteen years old in person. I handed him the heaping grocery bag where I had discreetly tucked his porno in with the Chinese textbooks. “Thanks,” he said, looking sheepishly at the twenty pounds of shit I had just handed him. “Dunno how I missed all this.” By this time he was basically back in his friend’s car.
The bros who had lived here previously left us quite a lot of stuff, including furniture, a grill, kitchen supplies, and a bike. We have some pretty brotastic glasses, including a Sig Ep beer pitcher.
We also got some pretty cheap furniture from a friend, whose house was originally going to sell their furniture to the next leasers but said leasers were little bitches about it. To spite them, they were trying to get rid of every single item of furniture in the house. We got a great kitchen table that is the perfect height for standing up and chopping stuff on with benches that slide underneath.
Here are the pictures of Emily and me showing off the house's hidden treasures:
OK so now it is about a week or maybe two weeks after the above was written. FYI.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
What's going on, eh?
I meant to be posting more on here, but I just never seem to get around to it. I've been keeping rather busy despite not having a job right now (starting that in about a month). So what have I been up to? well..
- Ballroom dancing - I found a studio near my house and dragged one of my friends along with me so we take lessons a few times a week.
- Job applications - I need something to do over my long winter break next year, and my parents are making me apply now (not that this is a bad idea).
- Filming - if anyone follows my youtube channel, I've put out a few videos already. I'm working on 2 major episodes of my series, The Adventures of Bathrobe Man. Check out youtube.com/scit106
- Flying - I do enjoy flying. I haven't done as much as I would like, but I am doing a fair amount. Next week, I will be flying myself out to Boston and imposing myself on various friends and strangers there.
And, since I love both flying and filming, here's a combination of the two!
- Ballroom dancing - I found a studio near my house and dragged one of my friends along with me so we take lessons a few times a week.
- Job applications - I need something to do over my long winter break next year, and my parents are making me apply now (not that this is a bad idea).
- Filming - if anyone follows my youtube channel, I've put out a few videos already. I'm working on 2 major episodes of my series, The Adventures of Bathrobe Man. Check out youtube.com/scit106
- Flying - I do enjoy flying. I haven't done as much as I would like, but I am doing a fair amount. Next week, I will be flying myself out to Boston and imposing myself on various friends and strangers there.
And, since I love both flying and filming, here's a combination of the two!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Victory!
So today I've just been solving problems like crazy.
Here's a list:
I've also instituted a one cat policy on my bed, because while I've learned to accept lots of feline lovin' when both cats decide to sleep with me, it's too much.
*OMG they were living in my window sill! Gross!
Here's a list:
- the debit card problem
- the this-room-is-cold problem
- the ant problem*
- the not-having-worked-on-the-Newton-because-I'm-lazy project problem
- the poop water problem (poop water now available in Maine, as well as the Greater Boston area)
- the headache problem
- the film problem
- the lemon meringue pie problem
- the MFA problem part I (part II has yet to be solved)
- the voting problem
- the no-one-has-posted-here-in-a-while problem
I've also instituted a one cat policy on my bed, because while I've learned to accept lots of feline lovin' when both cats decide to sleep with me, it's too much.
*OMG they were living in my window sill! Gross!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Mad fits
So yesterday I spent a lot of time making art in my studio* and it was super cool.
Click it and it gets bigger (i.e. better).
*My studio is a table with an antique fan and art supplies set on it.
Click it and it gets bigger (i.e. better).I'm also going to participate in the Sketchbook Project, which means I'll be getting a sketchbook, filling it up with loving pictures and then sending it to these people who are collecting them and then carting them around the country to various galleries and setting up an art library for a couple weeks before moving on to another city. "It's like a concert tour, but with sketchbooks." When they're all done it's going to become part of the permanent collection of the Brooklyn Art Library. It's all rather cool and you should participate if you want. More about it here.
I just applied to be part of the WAFA Collective, so look out for news on that. I'm not expecting to actually be accepted, but they seem like a really interesting bunch of people.
In other news, I just bought a pony-shaped cake pan for a dollar.
I just applied to be part of the WAFA Collective, so look out for news on that. I'm not expecting to actually be accepted, but they seem like a really interesting bunch of people.
In other news, I just bought a pony-shaped cake pan for a dollar.
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