...fourthirtyfive...

I'm back from Baltimore. Nothing like an all-day series of client meetings to fry your brain.
some musings about airports, flying, et cetera:
+flight attendants: when there are a number of babies on a flight, the flight attendants sometimes place bets on which one will cry first. One attendant won $120.
+People in front of me rhythmically ran their hands through their hair as we ascended, possibly as an anti-air sickness method.
+Although the screenings are pretty thorough, what's to stop someone from hiding a non-metal blade in their pocket as they go through the metal detector? You could sharpen a credit card to a fine edge and slip it into your wallet, completely undetectable. Or wrap a piece of glass with tape or something, and slip right by. Not that I'm suggesting that airport security start going through our wallets, but all these new measures aren't going to catch every possibility. They're more of a mental deterrant than anything.