Death by Scones

I’m sitting in Newark Liberty Airport munching on an extremely fattening chocolate chip scone, and sipping my Grande Mocha Light (I do what I can to stay healthy) Frappacino (hold the whip cream.) and call this my dinner. There is nothing to eat in this godforsaken airport. The closest thing to real food is the TGI Fridays and their greasy fries and pints of beer. It could be that I’m in an ancient terminal, so they haven’t really had the opportunity to improve the facilities or food offering here, but there are a lot of other things that make this airport one of my least favourite ones to fly in and out of. Actually scrap that, I dislike all the airports in the New York area (which could also be attributed to the fact that I’m probably at the older terminals).

Somehow it’s always an ordeal flying in and out of New York, and I guess I should count my blessings with the lack of problems or issues at Newark compared to the ones I’ve experienced in the past. Out of the 4-5 times I’ve been to New Jersey and New York, one memorable trip included mass hysteria at JFK due to weather troubles, a wave of flight cancellations, and the check in line going for a good city block outside of the terminal while we waited in the midst of winter to see if we would be able to fly out that night. But nothing tops my first trip to New York, where I woke up on the day of my departure to learn that the Brits and Americans had discovered a bomb plot to blow up planes over the Atlantic Ocean that were destined for New York. Let’s just say it was not fun to fly out of NYC that day and ended up throwing away all of my toiletries and makeup (except for my favourite tube of lip gloss which I managed to sneak through).

Anyway I need to go. Thankfully the plane is going to board soon. I was worried that I might suddenly fall unconscious from the stagnant and humid re-circulated air in this airport. [James, why hasn’t your company come and fixed this place yet?]

Sad sad day in Radioland

It's a quiet Saturday night over here, as I listen to the very last live broadcast of CBC Radio 3, aired on CBC Radio 2. A victim of the CBC's new programming, the show I've listened to for the past few year's (and I remember all of the Saturdays I spent studying to this show)is rocking the shit out of Canada in their last hurrah. I can feel a hole in my heart slowly forming. I can feel each individual indie rock braincell dying off one by one. I download the podcasts of course, and often have the streamed music playing while I'm at home, but what am I supposed to do on my Saturday nights from this day onwards? Okay okay so it isn't that bad-- I do spend many Saturday nights going out... but the point is that it's like when you break up with a boyfriend, or stop talking to your best friend. What do you do with the time you would have spent with them?

One solution is to get the freaking $500 Sirius iPod thing and a $30 monthly subscription. Given that I want to move out and since I'm more keen to save up my money, I've ruled that out. I know I'll survive somehow, with Joel Plaskett on the way, live Weakerthans tonight on the radio, and resuming guitar, I'll fill the void one way or another.

On a side note, *M* introduced me to the band Cold War Kids. Absolutely awesome song. The kind you can only dance to when you're in your underwear.

Episode 1 to Infinity

Lately, with all of the press about the Jesus special that's going to be premiering tomorrow on Vision TV (Christian network with a really sexy studio in the Liberty Village), a lot of really important and key issues have been up for discussion all over the media, during family dinners and even in the lunchroom at work. Ranging from crisis in the Church, to the possible earth shattering effect on the future of Christianity and their fundamental belief system, I would like to identify another critical issue to come out of this potentially huge discovery: the threat of this scientific discovery turning into a ridiculously long series of episodes about their archaeological dig.

Growing up, I loved the specials from National Geographic that would take you to the Valley of the Kings, explore the myths of the Pharaohs, and inspire you to want to become an archaeologist. Now, there seems to be a paparazzi style to sexing up the world of digging up old stuff where a documentary is stretched, and spread over 5+ episodes. The part that really kills me (normally caused by severe self inflicted seizures which can be attributed to a lack of patience) is that there's never any conclusion or answers to these shows, especially when they advertise it as being the latest and greatest scientific discovery/revelation of all time. You go from episode to episode, the next one being a recap of the one before, with hardly any new info added. On top of that, you keep on watching till the very last episode because they always say "everything will be revealed" in the last installment. And it isn't until you get to the last installment that you realize (well God willing you realized earlier) that there wasn't anything to be revealed in the first place. In fact, the producers could have just condensed everything into a half hour special.

Hopefully, the Jesus special that is on tomorrow won't be like that and will instead take a "scientific approach" to rationalizing their discovery, while being able to intelligently challenge Christians as to what inspires them to believe in the first place.

...However, I'll bet my first born that in the following weeks, the Discovery Channel will have 10 part specials for each and every person, animal or thing mentioned in the bible!