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October 31, 2009
Whiskey Tastes Like a Burning Log
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October 29, 2009
Having Written
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October 28, 2009
Lists
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October 27, 2009
New Werds
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October 25, 2009
Security Theater, staring the TSA!
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Security Theater Costs Me a Bag
If I were a paranoid man who believed in conspiracies, today would have solidified those beliefs like The Virgin Mary on a piece of toast does it for the born again. Earlier this week, I made a comment on a post at the blog run by the Transportation Security Agency (TSA). It was snarky and yet heartfelt, because, well, the TSA is full of shit. Everyone who’s ever been on a plane in the last eight years knows it. There’s a good reason what they do is called ‘security theater’—they put on a show for us, making passengers practically strip before the Xray machine, making sure our water bottles from outside the airport don’t make it on the plane (though it’s okay to take a sandwich, which could be twice as toxic to the wrong person’s olfactory sensibilities), as if any of it really makes you safer. You know the drill. The TSA hasn’t annoyed me much outside of one time singling me out when I tried to fly and they found a Leatherman tool in my carry on bag. I had so many of the stupid things, given to me as freebies at tradeshows and by vendors, I had one in ever bag I owned. I freely gave it up. No biggie. Getting pulled aside twice more before boarding to be given the metal wand treatment felt like a bit much, but hey, that was right after 9/11. I could live with it then. Today however, following my snark at the TSA blog (in which the TSA guy tried to defend the agency’s three ounce liquid limit rule after it was ridiculed in the web comic XKCD), I felt the true force of security theater played out for “my protection.” I walked to the airport this morning—my apartment is barely a half-mile from the departure gate at Ithaca Airport, so why should I pay for parking? I’ve walked farther distances just trying to find my car at Logan. Flight was scheduled for 11:47; as is my mental defect, I left the apartment at 9:35, over 2 hours early. What can I say, I was excited to go. I’d sit and read or write for a while at worst. I barely had my netbook booted up when US Airways called me back. I was sent down to the TSA counter. And the very nice female TSA agent, who looked pained to even have to say this to me, said that my bag was testing positive for TNT residue. TNT. As in, dynamite. Explosive powder. In the same LL Bean back I’ve owned since the 1990s. She also said it might have been on the sandals I had in the side pocket; last time I wore them was probably at the Cornell Plantations, so maybe I got fertilizer on them? Is that the same as a TNT residue? I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. This woman was ham-strung. I could tell she didn’t want to inconvenience me. She also couldn’t let that bag (which she was repeatedly testing) on the plane without risking her job. So I said I’d go get another suitcase. I walked back to my apartment, into the same closet all my luggage was in, and pulled out an ancient Samsonite over-sized suitcase that’s a real pain in the ass. I hate it. And I took it back. (The real killer here, is I was at TJMax with my friend Wendy on Friday and we were both fighting over a fantastic suitcase we both wanted to buy... but neither of us did.) Back to the airport, I was prepared to take the TSA up on the offer of stuffing my crap in garbage bags if this didn’t work. However, the Samsonite was swabbed and the swab fed into the machine and... no alarm. No danger. The bag would not explode. Wee. The TSA agent repacked my bag while I joked with her that she must have to repack a lot of peoples stuff and see great unmentionable things. She asked if I wanted my LL Bean bag back... but what was I going to do with it? She suggested dry-cleaning, but I didn’t have time to take it back home. So, into the dumpster it goes. (Apparently there’s no danger that a bag would explode in the garbage. And how does one detonate residue on a bag in the storage area under the seating, anyway?) So, I’m out a bag that was in perfectly good shape. I’m using my least favorite luggage. My TSA disgust is at an all time high, not with the individual agents, who were AWESOME, but at watching them go through the hoops set forth for them. I was lucky I flew out of Ithaca; had this been the truly overzealous agents at Syracuse airport, I doubt I’d have made it out of New York today. (I’m writing this from my layover in Philadelphia). There’s no recourse for me as a passenger. I know there’s no way there’s TNT or anything of the like on that bag. The bag is now gone, for to fight to know otherwise and keep it would have meant ruining my travel/vacation. There’s no option for the average citizen to challenge that the TNT residue detector is faulty or uncalibrated or anything—at least when you get pulled over for speeding you can go to court and ask for a cop to prove they know how to run a speed gun. (At least you used to. I haven’t had to do that in a while, either.) It’s a lot like getting a paycut on the day other people get laid off. What are you going to say? So I lost a suitcase. It could have been worse. Seven years ago if that happened, someone might have pulled a gun on me and locked me in a back room for a few hours. Instead, it was put up and shut up. To do anything else would be an inconvenience at best and ruin carefully laid plans that impact more than just me at the worst. Is it any wonder we all hate air travel these days? When two old women hugged good-bye over a separation rope (one was traveling, the other staying) and a TSA guy made ready to yell at them for touching, I felt even more POed than I did for my own ridiculous situation. Do I really think the TSA singled me out though? Hell no. I don’t think most government agencies can get their head out of their ass, and that agency is at the top of the clueless list. At least I got a nice brisk walk (or 3) in this morning.
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October 23, 2009
How I Got On the TSA's Strip-Search List
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October 22, 2009
No Juice?
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October 21, 2009
PCMag Redesign is LIVE
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October 20, 2009
Music Meister
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October 19, 2009
A Long Day
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October 17, 2009
A Post That Only Makes Sense if You Watch Doctor Who
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October 16, 2009
The Body Part
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October 15, 2009
Formally Saying Formerly
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October 14, 2009
Doin' it for the Dog
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October 13, 2009
Candy and Frosting
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October 12, 2009
Columbus Day
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October 11, 2009
Shirley!
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October 08, 2009
Data Veins
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Contemplating evil
From last Saturday, Oct. 3, walking the mean streets of Hornell with my nephews. They insisted on the Big Wheel.
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October 07, 2009
Off to Jersey
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October 01, 2009
The OCt
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