Beauty Week 2: Newspapers on planes
Aug. 5th, 2005 08:59 am
One of the most beautiful things I see on a regular basis is how the world looks from 30,000 feet. I always take a window seat on the plane, and gaze down at cloudscapes, the shapes of the land, even the plain sea, for hours, daydreaming. Even if I take one of the newspapers offered, I seldom read it. The last thing I want to be, at 30,000 feet, is in "a newspaper frame of mind". I'm sure to be "in a beauty frame of mind". Unfortunately, looking so intensely at landscapes and cloudscapes (and of course I'm projecting a million thoughts into them, daydreaming) is increasingly difficult on planes. Once they've finished reading newspapers, my fellow passengers tend to want to sleep or watch films or TV, so there's strong peer pressure to lower the window shades. Sometimes you'll be told by the hostess to pull the blind down. Welcome to wherever you aren't.
The other day I was reading some Cockpit Voice Recorder transcripts of flights that ended in disaster. There's something utterly fascinating about knowing what people say in what turn out to be their final conversations. Normally, of course, you don't want a jet pilot to be paying too much attention to lovely lighting effects, sparkles, cloudscapes, sunsets, moonrises, landscapes. You want him to be concentrating on the job. You forgive him his "managerial mindset" because, well, you're paying him to manage the flight. Occasionally, though, it's nice to know that jet captains are capable of being moved as well as of moving people from A to B. One of the most beautiful things I ever saw in my life was pointed out to me by a plane captain on a nocturnal flight from Tokyo to New York. "If you look out of the right hand side," he said, "you'll see the lights of the Japanese fishing fleet, the biggest fishing fleet in the world." His caption had a newspapery tone, but the sight that greeted us as we looked out was one of vivid beauty: a vast network of lights stretching across the sea to the horizon.Nevertheless, the final conversations of jet captains tend to be somewhat banal and pragmatic. When they're still sitting on the ground, waiting for everyone to board, they tend to talk about union regulations, real estate values, or power struggles at the airline. The new guy who's got management's ear, so watch what you say in front of him. Office politics kind of stuff. This is totally understandable — what is a plane for a captain but a sort of flying office? — but at the same time a bit sad, considering they're about to die. Jet captains also swear a lot. One can't help longing for the occasional remark about the beauty of the world and the splendidness of being alive, given the circumstances. Perhaps there could be a legal requirement for pilots to make one beauty-related remark per hour, just in case something goes horribly wrong on the flight.
Last night I was reading an old page from Joi Ito's blog. Ito was wondering why Japanese people were so rarely political activists. "There are many intelligent people who don't feel like making a big deal about stuff," he mused. Someone called Masat Izu responded: "support of democracy in Japan does not have deep-rooted commitment to free society, independent individual, and equal rights, which are the basis for the democratic society. Welfare is the most important value in Japan. Majority of Japanese establishment believes stable society is important to their welfare and, therefore, activism becomes their second order priority or undesirable activity." I wonder if you couldn't add to "welfare" values like play, aesthetics, gourmet food and sex? It seems to me that it's precisely Japan's political apathy, its lack of activism and its disapproval of contention and conflict, which makes it such a paradise for the sensual and the aesthetic. "Where the housewife is lazy, the cat is industrious," goes the old Yiddish proverb. Into a political vacuum rush other concerns, not the least of them beauty.
One of my favourite Japanese blogs belongs to my friend Reika. Reika is a refined woman in her late 20s who lives alone in Nishi-Ogikubo with a cat and a greyhound. She has the austere yet sensual, poetic soul of many Japanese people. Nothing approaching "politics" or "the managerial mindset" ever appears on her diary. Entries are titled "The shooting star was seen" or "Meiji Jingu Outer Gardens Fireworks" or "Aroma Treatment" or "The sea was looked at". Each day's entry contains thoughts like "The place where I am is too fantastic" or "A variety of young and old man and woman began to shout with pleasure to flowers of the Hitomicagaya skein night sky." They're exactly the kind of sentences and sentiments I'd like to be discovered on my personal black box recorder, moments before the fatal impact.
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Date: 2005-08-05 07:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-08-05 07:29 am (UTC)translation illusion shattered
Date: 2005-08-05 12:17 pm (UTC)but still i like the idea that her real meanings are somewhat obscured to me as im sure mine are to her, but yet we are both pursuing and enjoying a correspondance...between, myself, her and a little piece of translation software.
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Date: 2005-08-06 01:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-05 07:29 am (UTC)Maybe they SHOULD be looking out the window allot more, I mean, how does one drive? Maybe they should be watching out for beautiful and unusal sights. And maybe they all need sensitivity courses, anger managment, ect. (I'm told there is a typical personality to the comerical airline pilot as well..and they DO curse very much..)
Plus, HOW many women pilots are out there? And why is Bruce Dickenson of Iron Maiden a pilot? The mysteries of life..
I hope I'm not embarassing myself any more than usual.
Dorian
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Date: 2005-08-05 07:32 am (UTC)There's also a book I bought a month or so ago, called Window Seat, which aims to help you decipher what you see from 30,000 feet. Ah, look, it has its own website (http://www.windowseat.info/).
I'm always surprised by the amount of water that there is on the ground. Northern Canada particularly, is simply a string of lakes. But even rural England has ponds and lakes and flooded fields in every farm.
Above all, however, I'm interested in the marks of human activity. Which are few and far between, in the High Arctic, of course, but you know there are people down there, and that this was the stage for some of the most dramatic episodes to populate the late nineteenth-century imagination.
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Date: 2005-08-05 07:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-05 07:45 am (UTC)The last time I flew bmi, though, they had cameras in both the nose of the plane (looking fowards) and the belly (looking downwards), so you got both a pilor's eye view and to look straight down at what was below you.
I always find it very difficult to correlate what I see with the geography I have in my head, however. I wasn't sure when we were over Ellesmere island in the High Arctic, for instance, but even in the UK it's hard distinguishing (for instance) the various cities in the interior. I find myself saying "that must be Nottingham" before next I know it we're over Scotland.
Anyhow, I'm glad you have similar plane-bound interests.
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Date: 2005-08-05 08:07 am (UTC)Robots
Date: 2005-08-05 08:31 am (UTC)Re: Robots
Date: 2005-08-05 08:42 am (UTC)Re: Robots
Date: 2005-08-05 08:46 am (UTC)Re: forested
Date: 2005-08-05 10:29 am (UTC)says that the US is 33% forested and Canada retains 90%
of its forests. Will you be moving to Canada soon? It's quite beautiful...
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Date: 2005-08-05 11:17 am (UTC)Re: Robots
Date: 2005-08-05 09:30 am (UTC)Re: Robots
Date: 2005-08-05 09:37 am (UTC)Re: Robots
Date: 2005-08-05 10:07 am (UTC)Here's Guy Debord's take on this (http://www.bopsecrets.org/SI/debord/3.htm), from Chapter 3 of "The Society of Spectacle":
"The diffuse spectacle is associated with commodity abundance, with the undisturbed development of modern capitalism. Here each individual commodity is justified in the name of the grandeur of the total commodity production, of which the spectacle is a laudatory catalog. Irreconcilable claims jockey for position on the stage of the affluent economy’s unified spectacle, and different star commodities simultaneously promote conflicting social policies. The automobile spectacle, for example, strives for a perfect traffic flow entailing the destruction of old urban districts, while the city spectacle needs to preserve those districts as tourist attractions. The already dubious satisfaction alleged to be obtained from the consumption of the whole is thus constantly being disappointed because the actual consumer can directly access only a succession of fragments of this commodity heaven, fragments which invariably lack the quality attributed to the whole."
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Date: 2005-08-05 11:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-08-05 09:55 pm (UTC)For example, I was a car driver while I was there. Japan has a special "tax" concocted by the government and the auto-industry called 車検、or shaken. Basically, every two years, you pay a flat tax on your automobile, unless it's brand new. The older the car is, the higher the tax. It becomes a losing battle if you want to keep your old car and get the most milage out of it!
Apparently, all the old cars end up in the Philippines, China, Mexico, you name it...
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Date: 2005-08-05 10:51 am (UTC)on a lighter note.
Your circuit's blown; there's something wrong
Date: 2005-08-05 11:50 am (UTC)Palm 90
Date: 2005-08-05 02:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-05 05:55 pm (UTC)der.
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Date: 2005-08-06 03:53 pm (UTC)By your logic, an atom bomb is also as beautiful as it is destructive because only the visual impact counts; the intent and result of the object is irrelevant.
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Date: 2005-08-06 04:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-06 07:29 pm (UTC)Plastic beauty is still, in the end, plastic.
But not all beauty extracts a terrible price, only "compromised beauty".
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Date: 2005-08-07 12:34 am (UTC)02:34:09 FO: In the name of God, we rely on God
02:34:11 FO: Duct pressure decrease start valve open
02:34:14 CA: N two
02:34:25 ATT: Ladies and gentlemen, good morning on behalf of Captain Kheder and his crew members welcome you on board Flas Airlines Boeing seven three seven three hundred proceeding to cairo, during our flight to Cairo we shall cover the distance at fifty minutes and altitude twenty seven thousand feet, you are kindly requested to fasten your seat belts and put back of your seats in full up right position, and observe the no smoking sign during all the flight, thank you
only to later have
02:44:18 CA: See what the aircraft did!
02:44:27 FO: Turning right sir
02:44:30 CA: What?
02:44:31 FO: Aircraft is turning right
02:44:32 CA: AH
02:44:35 CA: Turning right?
02:44:37 CA: How turning right
02:44:41 CA: Ok come out
02:44:41 FO: Over bank
02:44:41 CA: Autopilot
02:44:43 CA: Autopilot
02:44:44 FO: Autopilot in command
02:44:46 CA: Autopilot
02:44:48 FO Over bank, over bank, over bank
02:44:50 CA: OK
02:44:52 FO: Over bank
02:44:53 CA: OK, come out
02:44:56 FO: No autopilot commander
02:44:58 CA: Autopilot
02:44:58 EC1: Retard power, retard power, retard power
02:45:01 CA: Retard power
02:45:02 : Sound similar to overspeed clacker
02:45:04 CA: Come out
02:35:05 FO: No god except...
02:35:05 SV: "whoop" sound similar to ground proximity warning
02:45:06 END OF RECORDING
and another one:
00.30:54 F/O: which way are we flying?
00.30:56 CAP: I have no-
00.30:56 F/O: I don't know I don't know.
00.31:09 CAP: I have no idea which way is up.
00.31:10 F/O: oh. Ground... I don't know either [].
00.31:13 CAP: *upside down?
Yikes!
Finally (this is way too long), my first international travel experience was last year, for a high school graduation trip I gave myself. Before going off to Niigata and later Mito to stay with my best friend's family, jet lag caused us to wake up at 3 in the morning; we would walk around Ueno.
I miss it.