Three things on my mind right now: fat people, and (something else later)
First of all fat people. I don't really understand why Canadians had to spend a few million to do a study on why a lot of population are overweight. Here it is, plain and simple, we are heading towards a virtual society. Obviously the internet, tv and video games are much to blame. Now with 400 some channels, there's a special channel for EVERYONE. Payperview, games that last for 60 hours, not to mention replay value. Online games and MMORPGs which last even longer or a life time. Fast food joints popping up like no one's business 59 cent hamburger? I'll take ten cow hooves specials please! It's as simple as that.
I'm enamoured about the airport. I don't know why. I mean big lavish ones too. Not the crappy on in FSJ here. The fact is, I feel something weird about airports, how the whole idea of them being the "hub" of the world opens the imagination to many things. The problem is, the airport can also be a place of mundane scenary due to stock tourist places...like a Canadian store much like Steel Toes, but with more trinkets and shit made from China or Taiwan (how very Canadian). That what really kinda pissed me off, this blatent piece of Canadiana that is nowhere near what it is....however I guess I would gobble up that type of stereotypical garbage if I were in a Brtish airport or German airport, so I guess to someone it is still good.
What really interests me about the airport is that it is such a place to really meet people....not some contrived get together, but actually might find interesting people who, like you, are exploring the world and are eager to explore your world. It's the small things that really interest me about airports, how it's constructed to be so open in a place that often forces you in tight lines. How the act of going to the airport is a trip upon itself....like entering another world. I love how different people are in the the same place, all from different countries and how everyone seems to be equal because of the sole fact of waiting. Everyone sleeps in the same darn place and sometimes in the same darn position on the airport seats. Even though restricted; I love how when you come or go from a place, you always find something new. It almost encourages you to buy a ticket, just to enter a different branch of the airport which houses gates to another part of the world.
I remember when I returned from Hong Kong, coming back in the Vancouver airport was an experience upon itself. Walking through customes, but in this entirely different part of the airport....still a neat place where they spared no expense to make it as lavish as the other parts of the airport, yet it seemed like a waste...especially to me. I for one had the luxary of arriving in the middle of the night, where there was VERY few people aboard and an even shorter time to wait to go through customs. However I feel for those poor souls who have to wait (especially now) they can take in the pleasures of contrivity embossed in the totem poles flanking the large customs room.
The same feeling I had when I was quickly walking along walkways in order to reach the main airport....lovely sculptures steal fleeting glimpses, making me want to stay and enjoy the sights, despite being so blatently Canadiana. I felt like a tourist, wanting to take in everything.
The fact is, I love how the airport is a microsm, a small world upon itself. It's much like the bus stop, where people gather to wait (and I wish more people would interact more) a small part of the world where it's almost complete silence, seperating each other from communication...just like the real world. There's no real communication going on, just those to ask directions or the time. Just like the world where every discussion among countries on a global political scale isn't to be friends, but to help one another for practicality reasons. That's why I want to do a documentary of living in an airport for 24 hours. Seeing how this neat little world is...but then again I can't do it now due to 9/11. Stupid terrorists, ruining my idea. The innocence of flight is no longer here. It's interesting to see the safety of flight suddenly re-affirms the fact that we are not taking a taxi with a large chance of survial, but we are in fact flying in the air with little to no chance of survival. It reaffirms the fact that we are hunreds of feet in the air, dangling precariously on machines we put too much trust in.
more later I forgot my third topic...otherwise I'll make one up.
First of all fat people. I don't really understand why Canadians had to spend a few million to do a study on why a lot of population are overweight. Here it is, plain and simple, we are heading towards a virtual society. Obviously the internet, tv and video games are much to blame. Now with 400 some channels, there's a special channel for EVERYONE. Payperview, games that last for 60 hours, not to mention replay value. Online games and MMORPGs which last even longer or a life time. Fast food joints popping up like no one's business 59 cent hamburger? I'll take ten cow hooves specials please! It's as simple as that.
I'm enamoured about the airport. I don't know why. I mean big lavish ones too. Not the crappy on in FSJ here. The fact is, I feel something weird about airports, how the whole idea of them being the "hub" of the world opens the imagination to many things. The problem is, the airport can also be a place of mundane scenary due to stock tourist places...like a Canadian store much like Steel Toes, but with more trinkets and shit made from China or Taiwan (how very Canadian). That what really kinda pissed me off, this blatent piece of Canadiana that is nowhere near what it is....however I guess I would gobble up that type of stereotypical garbage if I were in a Brtish airport or German airport, so I guess to someone it is still good.
What really interests me about the airport is that it is such a place to really meet people....not some contrived get together, but actually might find interesting people who, like you, are exploring the world and are eager to explore your world. It's the small things that really interest me about airports, how it's constructed to be so open in a place that often forces you in tight lines. How the act of going to the airport is a trip upon itself....like entering another world. I love how different people are in the the same place, all from different countries and how everyone seems to be equal because of the sole fact of waiting. Everyone sleeps in the same darn place and sometimes in the same darn position on the airport seats. Even though restricted; I love how when you come or go from a place, you always find something new. It almost encourages you to buy a ticket, just to enter a different branch of the airport which houses gates to another part of the world.
I remember when I returned from Hong Kong, coming back in the Vancouver airport was an experience upon itself. Walking through customes, but in this entirely different part of the airport....still a neat place where they spared no expense to make it as lavish as the other parts of the airport, yet it seemed like a waste...especially to me. I for one had the luxary of arriving in the middle of the night, where there was VERY few people aboard and an even shorter time to wait to go through customs. However I feel for those poor souls who have to wait (especially now) they can take in the pleasures of contrivity embossed in the totem poles flanking the large customs room.
The same feeling I had when I was quickly walking along walkways in order to reach the main airport....lovely sculptures steal fleeting glimpses, making me want to stay and enjoy the sights, despite being so blatently Canadiana. I felt like a tourist, wanting to take in everything.
The fact is, I love how the airport is a microsm, a small world upon itself. It's much like the bus stop, where people gather to wait (and I wish more people would interact more) a small part of the world where it's almost complete silence, seperating each other from communication...just like the real world. There's no real communication going on, just those to ask directions or the time. Just like the world where every discussion among countries on a global political scale isn't to be friends, but to help one another for practicality reasons. That's why I want to do a documentary of living in an airport for 24 hours. Seeing how this neat little world is...but then again I can't do it now due to 9/11. Stupid terrorists, ruining my idea. The innocence of flight is no longer here. It's interesting to see the safety of flight suddenly re-affirms the fact that we are not taking a taxi with a large chance of survial, but we are in fact flying in the air with little to no chance of survival. It reaffirms the fact that we are hunreds of feet in the air, dangling precariously on machines we put too much trust in.
more later I forgot my third topic...otherwise I'll make one up.
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