One thing that’s a pain in the ass about living in Berlin is the airports. Both of the currently operating airports, Tegal and Schönefeld, are Cold War relics that are ill-maintained jokes by modern standards. There has been a replacement airport in the works for years that was scheduled to open in 2011, but it’s been delayed so many times that there are now entire international airports elsewhere in the world that have been conceived, built, and opened in the time that they’ve tried to fix the new airport’s mess.
They could have scraped the new airport terminal to the ground and rebuilt it in the time they’ve been faffing around trying to fix what’s been built.
Autumn 2020 is the new target date for completion. Nobody believes it. I’ve seriously started considering taking the train to Frankfurt or Dusseldorf in the meantime.
Waking up in my hotel room, I saw a message from my colleague — who I’d planned to go into the office with first thing in the morning to catch up on life — saying, “Guess I won’t be going into the office with you today.”
“Wha? Wha? Wha?” I thought, “Did I wake up too late? Shit.” Man, I was really looking forward to catching up.
I opened up the windows and saw a bit of snow. Nothing serious, but dammit, I wish I had brought a bigger jacket with me on this trip. Then I opened my laptop and saw messages talking about snow everywhere and offices being closed. Shuttles weren’t running. Everybody was recommending staying home and working remotely.
I finally got that my colleague wasn’t telling me that he had already left. Welcome to Seattle. A couple of inches of snow and no snow equipment equals total shutdown. Alright then. Luckily, he was staying at the hotel next to mine, so we met up and had a long coffee and then lunch and really caught up. Perfect.
After hearing several good reviews, I’ve been playing with Timeshifter to help with jet lag. From their marketing material:
Generic jet lag advice is, well… generic. It won’t reduce your jet lag and can actually make it worse. Each traveler and trip is different and requires a personalized approach taking your sleep pattern, chronotype, itinerary, and a range of personal preferences into account.
After two trips, the advice the app generates has been working really well. It doesn’t eliminate all the symptoms of jet lag for me, but the fairly mild symptoms I do have on longer trips are compacted nicely into just a few days. The app isn’t cheap to use, but anything that helps beat jet lag is worth a lot.
I think I’m going to have to extensively update my own jet lag advice article.
A couple of years after activating my Micro.blog account, I’m finally putting it to use. I’ve set it up to pull from the Atom feed from my website and then repost content on both Micro.blog and Twitter.
I think I was 12 years old the first time I went skiing. It was a church youth group event, and we took a charter bus to Copper Mountain. Spending 5 days on the slopes was a great way to learn how to ski. I spent all day, every day on the mountain, and the rest of the time either asleep or listening to Pyromania on my Walkman and avoiding interacting with the other kids as much as I could get away with.
I fell in love with mountains and snow on that trip.
Today, my son took his first ski class. He’s not yet three years old, but loved gliding across the snow on skis with a grin on his face as he learned how to make a wedge — the instructor called it a pizza for easy understanding. Towards the end of his lesson, he said, “I don’t want to make a pizza anymore. I want to ski!”
I think he’s found the love, too. I couldn’t be happier.
Not only is the kid going to totaly kick my ass at skiing one day soon, but he’s also going to be a good photographer as well. I had absolutely nothing to do with the creation of this photograph other than handing him my iPhone and letting him snap away. Even the square crop was his decision.
The history of budding authoritarian leaders who used emergency declarations to get their way in a nominal democracy (or at least a republic) is a long one. Not every leader who does so will become a dictator, of course, but it’s high on the list of tactics for dictators to use to wrest power from an elected government.
Trump’s use of emergency power today isn’t the final death knell of the Republic. But damn, it’s unsettling.
There’s something magical about waking up, looking out the window, and seeing the land covered with fresh snow. I love it.
IKEA should make up a word, in that funny IKEA product name way, for that feeling when you’re several hours into a visit having debated twenty-three different options with your partner about stuff for your home; and you’re not even to the marketplace yet where you can buy pots and pans.
And let’s not forget the variant of the feeling where you go to IKEA all by yourself in an effort to avoid it, and yet it still strikes.