Juror

Moultrie.jpg Well, as if May weren’t busy enough already, I’ve been selected to be a juror. This entails going to the DC Courts everyday for the duration of the trial. Judge says the case will last for three days, more or less, from 10am to about 4pm each day. If I’m really lucky, it ends early, and I can still make it to Wright Night and Amy’s graduation. If I’m not lucky, it stretches out for days into next week and all I get is $34/day for the trouble. Hurrah for the DC criminal justice system. Pictured at right, the courthouse building I’ll be really familiar with by the end of the week.

Wright Night is Coming!

As I mentioned, tomorrow is Wright Night: Bishop N.T. Wright (of “New Perspective” fame) comes to the National Cathedral to talk about his upcoming book, Simply Christian. I’ll be there to bask in N.T.’s shekinah, and so will Wyclif. Anyone else going? We’re thinking of meeting up afterward for burgers somewhere in DC. Or something.

The Busy Month of May Continues

I’m now halfway through the Busy Month of May, and the schedule is still filling up. Today is Jury Duty Monday, most of which I will spend sitting in a jurors’ waiting room in the Moultrie Courthouse Building, hoping that (1) I don’t get picked, (2) we all get let out early, and (3) I can find some decent wi-fi somewhere in the waiting area.

Today my younger brother Jungie comes back to DC after a jaunt up to New York to see friends. He leaves for Chicago tomorrow morning to visit my older brother. Tomorrow night is Wright Night, and then Wednesday night is the start of a special bible study series at church called “What Baptists Believe and Why: Being Baptist in the 21st Century,” an overview of Baptist beliefs and history.

The next two consecutive weekends will be spent in New York, this weekend for Amy’s graduation (she gets her MFA woo yeah), and Memorial Day weekend to meet up with aforementioned older brother, who’s visiting New York to see friends. (Yeah, it’s getting confusing, isn’t it?)

I’ve also got three clients, a heap of potentially profitable personal project ideas, and my day job. So yeah, this month is filled up with like ten different kinds of total awesome, and I’ll be riding high on caffeine and life for a lot of it.

Oh, check out Jungie’s Sea World Orlando photos. That was the day before I arrived, so I wasn’t able to go to Sea World. :(

Okay, off to jury duty.

Aussie BTQ Interview Done

Well, I suppose that went okay. Helen Razer called a bit after 10am, and we chewed the fat for a bit on my richly varied history before getting the recording going. The interview was just a few minutes long, in which I talked about what begging the question really means, the meaning of the original Latin phrase petitio principii, and why I started BegTheQuestion.info. It got a bit rambling at times, and my explanations of the term may have been a bit off. I also mentioned a couple of other pet peeves: “wait on/from” and “different than/from”, though these seem to be more American usage quirks with which the Australian audience would be less familiar.

There was a bit of a cage stage atmosphere to the conversation, so I may have come across as more strident about “BTQ Abuse” than I really am in real life; but I did point out that my whole purpose in starting the site was pure whimsy on an April Fool’s Day. In truth, whether or not BegTheQuestion.info actually helps lessen the erroneous vernacular usage of the phrase is of less concern to me than the Adsense and Cafepress income I get from the site. Hee.

I came in rather late for choir practice because of the timing, and when I told our choir director about it, he told me that he’d been taught that “beg the question” meant “beat a dead horse” — figuratively, that is. Someone who kept coming back to the same premise again and again was “begging the question.” There’s another “evolved” usage of the phrase to add to the vernacular definition, I suppose.

Oh yeah, buy the shirts!

Aussie BTQ Interview

I’ve just* gotten off the phone with Shannon McDonald of ABC (the one in Australia), to schedule a radio interview with Helen Razer for the early early Monday morning radio show. (Or late late Sunday night, whichever way you look at it.) I don’t know the exact time, but it’s whatever time it will be in Melbourne at 10AM EDT, which is GMT-4. Shannon says Melbourne is 14 hours ahead of Washington, DC.

The subject: Begging The Question.

I demand that you Aussies get up at 2am and listen to the whole thing. Thank you.

* Okay, not “just,” more like yesterday, but it sounds more dramatic as “just.”

Update: Interview done!

Lost Bags

Update: See Lost Bags: Followup for the resolution of the problem. Airtran sent me a replacement bag.


On May 7th, 2006, I and my brother were booked for Airtran #109 from Orlando International Airport (MCO) to Atlanta (ATL), to transfer to Airtran #182 to Washington National Airport (DCA). We arrived at MCO to find that #109 had been delayed such that we would miss the Atlanta transfer to #182, but later learned that #182 had also been delayed due to weather conditions, so we would be able to make the transfer after all.

The transfer at Atlanta that night was the fastest we had ever done: walk from the Boeing 717 at Gate C9, to get on the other Boeing 717 at Gate C10, which pushed off almost as soon as we had boarded. I wondered as we took our seats whether there had actually been time to transfer our bags in that short period.

We found out after landing at DCA that no, there had not been time, as neither of our bags showed up on the baggage claim — though we did notice that other transfer passengers from Orlando had gotten their bags. Upon learning that all bags from Airtran #182 had been unloaded, we entered the baggage service room and filled out the requisite Lost Baggage forms. These were difficult to understand, and the bag description fields gave no indication that a handy numbered baggage-type chart was hanging on the wall right behind me for reference. The attendant told us that upon receipt of the found luggage, it would be delivered to us at the address we had given on the forms.

The next day, someone from airport services called to say that our bags had been found and could either be picked up, or they could deliver them straight to my residence within a four hour window. I was quite happy about this, opted for delivery, and called work to say I would have to take the afternoon off so I could receive the bags within that window.

At around 3pm, the bags had not arrived yet, and I received another call from the same person at airport services, asking to confirm my address. I asked why the bags had not been delivered, with the four hour window almost up, and the person on the line told me that the four hour window was from the time that the bags came to them at the Baggage Service office, not from the time we were informed the bags were found. The bags had just arrived there, so my four hour window was supposed to be until 7pm. This misinformation left me rather angry, and I asked if my bags could be prioritized, as I had work to attend to. They told me that this could be done.

At around 6pm, the bags still had not arrived, and I called again. The conversations that occurred here were quite confusing, with the contact at National Airport attempting to conference me with the mobile phone of the bag-delivery driver, getting only a voice mail message, and accidentally (?) hanging up on me twice. People who know me, know that I am a fairly calm person who doesn’t normally raise my voice in any situation, but this had me yelling. This travesty of service was a complete outrage.

The delivery finally arrived at 7:30pm, half an hour past the end of the four hour window. The bags were quite battered: the hard lining of my suitcase had been crushed, so that the top of its frame was misshapen, and my brother’s TSA-approved padlock was missing. Fortunately nothing else had been lost — or stolen.

I suppose there are a few lessons to be learned here: always try to go carry-on, and pick up bags at the airport rather than request delivery. This whole affair — careless management of checked bags on delayed connections, poor communication with ground services, and untimely delivery of found baggage — has left me sour about ever trusting AirTran or Washington National Airport ever again with my travel, especially with checked bags.

(CC:’d to Air Travel Complaints, AirTran, and National Airport Operations.)

Update: See Lost Bags: Followup for the resolution of the problem. Airtran sent me a replacement bag.

airBP

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(Little known fact: the “BP” in “airBP” stands for “Brown Pau.”)

See photos from the trip in the Orlando 2006 photoset. Travel log coming soon, with a bonus air travel whine about Airtran Airways and luggage. Right now I’m going to show my brother around DC.

Lost 2.20: Am I Shot Or Not?

Spoilers follow. Also note that my Hanso Foundation entry is rather popular thanks to the increased advertising and new website. Update: Also see DCeiver’s Pompatus of LOST 2.20.

Having known in advance about rumors of casting changes and their implications for certain aspects of the plot of “Two for the Road,” the sex and guns were not entirely unexpected, but still quite shocking when they did culminate. It’s slightly annoying to know that real world cast issues dictate the story: DUI charges and personal friction mean that Michael shoots Ana Lucia and Libby, and (if the spoiler rumors are true) an aging child actor means that Hanso/Dharma science will accelerate Walt’s aging.

Update: See LOST Television Bloodbath 2006 for more on that.

But it’s at least good to know that Ana Lucia made her peace and resolved her gun issues. And did not have sex with Jack’s dad, which would have been just gross.

Michael obviously didn’t mean to shoot Libby. I guess the lesson here is — don’t fall in love on the island, or the girl dies. It happened to Shannon, it happened to Libby, it happened to Ana Lucia (if you can call the mad gun rut with Sawyer “love”), so I guess Kate is next. Good thing Charlie and Claire broke up, thus sparing Clare.

On the other hand, Libby might not be dead. They wouldn’t do that huge “HEY LOOK LIBBY WAS IN THE PSYCH WARD WITH HURLEY” revelation, then just let her die, would they? And she was carrying those blankets, possibly with something behind them. I have a feeling she’ll still be alive next episode — at least long enough to tell the Hatchlings about Michael and maybe tell Hurley her mental secret.

A few hanging questions: Michael shot himself in the arm to make it look like Other Henry Gale shot him and the women, but did he then shoot Other Henry Gale, or free him, or just leave him tied up? Is Michael an Other now? And was Other Henry Gale really coming to get Good John Locke, or was he just sowing seeds of doubt, exercising his penchant for Locke-manipulation?

Cat Break

Okay, I’m off to Orlando for a few days to enjoy the theme parks. Internet access will be intermittent, and comments and trackback will be off until I return. I might get online, or I might post a few photos from my phone, or I might not, so if I don’t, you can enjoy these photos of Pandora holding the fort for me till I return.

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