Monday, June 1, 2009

WHO Yard Guard

Dateline June 2nd - somewhere over the India Pakistan border.

Something good actually happened on this trip. When making my connection in London I got bumped to Club World Class. This enabled access to the Club Lounge and a much needed shower. I have never slept horizontal on an airplane before. This is the first time I've felt like a higher order mamal upon arrival.

The usual immigration paperwork has been augmented by a H1N1 proforma declaration questionnaire to ferret out if I have swine flu. The most commical occurrance was the procession of flight crew walking down both asiles with a can of what can only be described as lemon pledge flavor yard guard spewing a virus squelching fog out of each hand. Now I feel much safer!

Inserted into the customs clearing in process are three wooden desks with Doctors who scribble on the influenza proforma and a nurse stamps them. It is absolute human chaos around the desks as there is no line just whoever pushes to the front and gets their paperwork on top...

More fun later...

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Happy easter

Happy Easter from sunny california Beach Sunrise Service! Love to everyone...

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Happy New Year....

I'm texting while driving... Tomorrow it's illeagal! :-)

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Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Wake up and smell the pollution

This was the view from my hotel in Ningbo this morning. I don't have any idea how we are going to make any impact against global warming with China spewing out pollution like it is. And this is a developed area. This is not being caused by some unsanctioned coal fired powerplant up in the hills which some estimates claim are starting weekly.

As a parent you confront sitations like this with a sense of helplessness... I hope my kids will live in a world where there are still polar bears.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Dancin' yeah!

Last night, as I was sitting on the love seat watching "Oswald" with the kids, Kasey walked over, grabbed my hand and said, "Dann". This means "dance".

So I danced with her to the music playing in her head for a few minutes. Shortly thereafter Owen walks over and hoping to cut in says, "Daddy, may I have this move?"

Dena and I almost died.