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.

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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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A Blog Apart

A Blog Apart, community cultural commentary contributed from a Christian context, courtesy of Jason and Jeremy and their associates, with a WordPress theme designed by me. How do you like it?

(That design, by the way, was a second attempt, because my first design looked rather conventional, very standard “boxes and lines,” without much connection between design and site content. The theme looked like just about every other Kubrick spinoff out in the WordPressosphere. Sometimes you need to push forward with a full CSS-and-images mockup that you can totally reject when it’s done, just to get the bad design out of your system. It was only after that when I realized I could use a crowd of asterisks and a separate asterisk to symbolize the idea of something being “set apart,” and everything else followed from there.)

Gross Frankness

Heh, if you thought my deodorant reminiscences were TMI, you should check out Kutitots’ thoughts on constipation.

It’s one of the fun things about Filipino culture (and East Asian culture in general, I guess, with the possible exception of Japan) — our conversational frankness about the grossly biological facts of life. I remember newspaper columnist Hilarion Henares writing a full column a long time ago about the texture differences between Filipino and American toilet paper and how to wash one’s, er, nether regions.

So a lot of us can talk about urine and feces and periods and toilets. It’s not a loud, boisterous, brazen thing, and not something you should be constantly steering conversation towards, but it’s something the common Pinoy or Pinay is able to discuss offhand without too much embarassment. (Sex is another matter, though, since the Philippines is still a largely conservative Catholic culture. Hushed whispers.)

After the Rally

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Walking around the National Mall a few hours after the Darfur Rally was over. The Mall was almost empty, except for the cleanup crews disassembling the stage and loading the parts onto trucks. A few leftover activists wandered around the Mall, still carrying signs, holding little huddled conversations. The garbage receptacles were stacked to overflowing, of course.

The Busy Month of May

Busy busy weekend, and it’s going to be a busy May. Had an apartment yard sale yesterday (finally sold that comforter and phone), then there’s church and choir practice today, then the Darfur Rally, then a concert at the NGA, and just now Mom texted me to go to Best Buy and get her a new digital camera. (Update: Mom’s going to buy the camera herself, and I skipped the rally and classical music, but now I’m helping a neighbor move to a new apartment. Still busy.)

Screenshot of my Google Calendar for May 2006For most of the first week of May, I’m going to Orlando, where my family has already begun to gather for a convention my father is attending. I haven’t been to Disney World for over a decade, so I’m really looking forward to giving Mission: Space a try. After that, I fly back to DC with my younger brother in tow, and he stays over with me for a week. At some point in the month, there’s jury duty, N.T. Wright, work, and I push my freelancing forward full ahead. And most importantly, Amy‘s graduation is coming up, when she finally gets her MFA.

I’m going to breathe a sigh of relief when May’s over.

He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might he increases strength. Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted; but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint. – Isaiah 40:29-31