Alls well that ends well

I flew back to the city recently. I don't mean to airport-drop but yeah, I flew out of the Akron/Canton airport. Anyhow, when we were a couple of minutes from landing, the captain spoke over the intercom and said: "We're about 25 miles outside of Laguardia. On behalf of the entire crew I want to thank you for choosing Air Tran and welcome to New York." Now I'm not particularly superstitious, but for fuck's sake, we're still thousands and thousands of feet off of the ground. Isn't that pushing our luck a bit? I'm no pilot, but isn't the whole execution of a landing one of the more crucial aspects of a successful flight? The whole "welcome to New York" rings somewhat insincere if we crash during the landing, no? You don't see NASA officials radioing into the crew of a shuttle launch and congratulating them while the countdown is still going on do you? Those are the types of potential jinxes that would really weigh on an individual.

When I renewed my license I took a vision test. During the first part of the test I had to identify blinking lights with my peripheral vision. After waiting in line at the whole foods at Union Square yesterday, I have to imagine that the people who let you know which register to go to must have taken a similar test to land their positions.

My cell phone died the other day and I had to get a new one yesterday. It takes pictures. I never really thought picture phones were that sweet, but I was definitely wrong. They are especailly useful if you like to talk on the phone while standing with scenic views on your side at ear level.

I think it's a good thing that Dave Chappelle probably doesn't ride the subway. If he got into one of the countless train cars completely filled with ads for his new season, that would probably be difficult for him, and from the sounds of it he's already going through a tough time.

Off to see more dissapointing apartments.

Make this Tuesday your very own.