Strange and vivid dream last night. We were at our home when a low flying American Airlines jet passed over head. Moments later we heard a crash, and I raced over there while calling 911. It had crashed into St. Al’s near our house, and afew other people were there and I has having a hard time connecting with 911 so just hung up. But miraculously, people were already getting treated, including the pilots, and despite the large plane there were no fires and no one seemed killed. I looked around, and noticed the peoplel. Laying around, and started talking to the pilot, who was sitting up and getting treatment inside the plane. He was telling me that the crash had been caused as a window washer had left the plane window cracked open; he said normally window washers alert the pilot when they are washing the windows, and the pilot draws with their finger on the window that a washer is on the outside of the plane, but the washer had forgotten to notify him (or he just hadn’t marked it) and the plane took off with some of the doors or windows open so the plane lost pressure and crashed. The only fatality had been the windows washer (who’d been swept off the plane) and I remember feeling sad for the poor window washer. The dream ended there… I am no longer afraid of flying but do think sometimes how one of these small planes or jetliners could crash into houses, since they are always flying overhead. The jetliners are less worrisome (and annoying) than the small planes. Anyway, I think the dream tapped into that fear a bit – why, I don’t know. Or possibly it has to do with the helplessness of Irma slamming into the innocient people of the Carribean… With all the talk of Hurricane Irma (and rightfully so), it will be a lot less destructive to that region than the Conquistadors were!!!!
Friday and Saturday will have double the dosage in prep for next week. Took today Thursday’s… On a side note, whoever invented Nabumetome is a saint.
A cool little blurb in today’s NYT about Uncle Sam’s origins. First referenced in a newspaper on this date in 1813, his image first appeared in political cartoons in the 1860s, and the indelible US Army image appeared in World War 1.
Irma slams into Puerto Rico today, and I can’t stop thinking about those unfortunate souls in its path. We’ve been to Puerto Rico three times, and I love San Juan and the surrounding rain forests. I can’t imagein the force of 185 MPH winds – I’ve been in only 50+ sustained and that alone was frightening, so 185 is unimaginable to me. There have only been 3 Category 5 storms that have hit the US and this is currently a Category 5 – considering all the destructive hurricanes over the years and there were only 3 Category 5 tells me how incredibly dangerous this storm is.
I’d heard about but not seen the video of the police officer arresting a Utah nurse for following police and hospital policy. In the video, you have the nurse, fellow officers and hospital security telling the officer why he should drop it and the officer finally says “We’re done” and arrests the nurse and forces her out into the squad car. I heard today that the officer was fired and the hospital has banned all officers from care areas… After the video where the security guard rips the doctor from the plane, and with all the violence, I am not sure how some officers continue to lose control like this. Is it stress? PTSD? An “us against them” mentality? Or has it always been there and is coming to light? I personally would be treading lighter if I were an officer as more and more video surfaces of rough arrests, etc. but then again I am not an officer. On the one hand, I’m glad the officer was fired, but on the other hand I’d like to know why he lost it like that – does he need therapy? Do more police officers need therapy? In a way, it underscores the lack of mental health care in the US.
For the thrid time, I watched Quantam of Solace, the second of the James Bond refresh movies. It isn’t nearly as highly reviewed as Casino Royale and it is my least favorite of the new Bond films and the heavy-handed editing (quick cuts and shots) during the action scenes make them almost unwatchable, but it *is* James Bond and Daniel Craig as James Bond and good enough to watch. It is a forgettable film though – twice before I’ve forgotten the plot. With that in mind, here is my quick summary:
A few moments after Bond shoots Mr. White in Casino Royale, Bond takes White back to M for interrogation. We learn that White’s org is everywhere, including M’s assistant from the first Bond film who starts shooting (whoa!) and allows White to escape. Bond goes after White and ends up in Haiti, where he learns that a Mr. Green is leading another shadow organization within the larger organization that ostensibly is an environmental nonprofit but is actually taking ownership of all the water and utilizities under a corrupt Bolivian dictator. Bond kills Mr. Green and brings down this organization, and also tracks down Vesper (Casino Royale) faux-boyfriend who is actually a mole for Mr. White’s org. In the meantime, we see a couple of Bond girls (including one who dies in oil like the girl died in Goldfinger), a couple of chase scenes in a boat and a plane, two gatherings in tuxes, and a taste of the rugged Bolivian townslife. I love Bond/M’s sardonic humorous exchange when they find Green: “We found his body in the desert… He had a quart of motor oil in his stomach, do you know anything about that?”
For me, the the movie needed to be more patient. Casino Royale and later Skyfall have a lot of patience, letting scenes develop without a lot of cuts. THere are so many cuts, and so many quick scenes, it is hard to observe things unfolding naturally – it is like the director is constantly forcing us to look somewhere. Still, it is JaMes Bond and – again — Daniel Craig as James Bond (Craig is my favorite Bond, kind of a perfect combo of Connery and Moore).
With a story I read today that pizza delivery places may start using self-driving cars, my first thought is another job that is taken away from people. In Sci-Fi movies and stories, machines doing all the work means humans have free time, bu the reality is it means 99% of humans work more since they can’t find work and the money crated from those machines pools at the top. They need to tax the shit out of machine automation for social programs.
I’ve been really tired and sore the past few weeks but this weekend I started to feel a little better. I think we were on vacation a few weeks ago and I overdid the hiking (hiked 20 miles one day, more than I intended, and hiked/biked every other day for several hours each day) then ended my vacation two days early to fly out to client meetings and which required me to get by 3 days in a row with less than 5 hours of sleep (not good when I have chronic illness). Then on top of that, Wife M was prepping for the MCAT and I think it was a heavy stress hanging in the house for several weeks. At any rate, her test is done, I got an extra day of rest, I even took a couple of naps between social events on Sunday, and I just starting to feel a little less achy and a little less exhausted. In a word, phew. It is truly awful feeling exhausted.
Started reading the kindle version of The Art of Racing in the Rain for no particular reason last night, although it has been a book I’ve been told I should read for several years. Finished 5% of the book before I got sleepy and turned out the light. So far, the dog is old and nearing the end of his life. His owner is now a single dad, and the dog has been with him since he first met his wife, had a daughter, and the wife passed away from illness. The man loves car racing, and the dog too now loves it, and reflects on the 1993 Grand Prix which was won in the rain, and how his owner is good at racing in the rain because the key is to forget the past and just race in the moment. We learn the dog may be nearing the end of his life, but looks forward to it because he doesnt’ want to be a burden to his owner plus knows from a documentary that after his dog life he will be a human, and can’t wait to be human with their amazing tongues, which allow them to chew their food and to form speech. To be continued…
What a strange dream. We were traveling from our house to LA, but did so in a circuitous route and along the way made a pre-planned stop at the Trumps house in New Jersey. It was a small home, like a suburban condo, and honestly I was a little initimidated in my dream by Trump in the sense he was moody and I didn’t want to deal with him in a bad/ranting mood, so was interacting with kid gloves. He liked football, as did his son, and was showing me highlights of his favorite game which was the Dolphins vs. the Jets in the 1960s with a shocking drop-kick ending that gave the Jets the victory as time expired. Trump was mumbling a little as he showed this, and I wasn’t sure why it was his favorite game and didn’t want to offend him by asking him to repeat it. Then it was time to leave, we got a car to the airport, we boarded a plane and flew out for Napa where were going to meet our now grown kids’ former nanny (wth?) who was joining us for the final leg of the trip, and we were glad to not be around Trump and his delicate mood anymore. We very specifically did not talk politics with him, and I didn’t mention the presidency. It was a vivid dream. As I said at the top – very strange.