Saturday, June 27, 2009


This morning I was chatting online with my brother, the ISM, and he said, "oh I am going to send you the pictures from that flight that crashed off Argentina" to which I replied, "ok." I didn't know what he was talking about - I know about the crash but I didn't know about any pictures, other then the picture of the wreckage being removed from the ocean.

The email and photos follow:

Structural failure in flight, but why?


The world saw the disappearance of an A330 Air France during its trans Atlantic flight between Rio to Paris ...

Here are two shots taken inside the plane before it crashed.
The two photos attached were taken by one of the passengers before the aircraft crashed.

This extraordinary photographer kept his cool, even in his last moments of life, to take these photos. The photos were retrieved from the camera's memory stick. You will never again see photos like this.

In the first photo, there is a gaping hole in the fuselage through which you can see the tailplane and a vertical fin of the aircraft.
In the second photo, one of the passengers is seen being sucked out of the gaping hole.

The photos were found in a digital Casio Z750, amidst the debris. Although the camera was destroyed, the Memory Stick was recovered. Investigating the serial number of the camera, the owner was identified as Paulo G. Muller, an actor of a theatre for children known in the outskirts of Porto Alegre .. It can be imagined that he was standing during the turbulence, he managed to take these photos, just seconds after the tail loss and the aircraft plunged. The structural stress probably ripped the engines away, diminishing the falling speed, protecting the electronic equipment but unfortunately not the victims. Paulo Muller leaves behind two daughters, Bruna and Beatriz.

In a split second I had two reactions - panic and disbelief.

The thought of people enduring such an experience sends an electrical current through my chest. Seeing the passengers strapped in their seats, oxygen masks on, waiting as they fall from the sky, knowing the end is imminent, feeling helplessness and hopelessness just terrifies me.

Yet, almost instantly I took note that the sky was light - the sun is out. What follows is our exchange:

Me: is this real
Me: can’t be real.... it was night
ISM: so it isn’t real
Me: well.... didn’t the flight and crash happen at night
ISM: don’t remember
Me: I think so.... I’m having a panic attack thinking they are real
ISM: think how they felt
Me: the photos look real but I just think it was nighttime
Me: I know... that is why I am having a panic attack
Me: they have to be fake
ISM: Google it

I did Google it and so did the ISM and they are fake. The sky was dark when Flight 477 disappeared. It departed Rio de Janeiro at 7:30pm and depending on what news source you read, the last contact was somewhere between 9:30pm and 2:30am (perhaps time zone issues). The photographs are from the ABC television show "Lost" and upon close inspection a couple of the stars of the show can be identified.

This is just another example of a hoax, or lie that circulates through the internet without anyone checking on its authenticity (like the one about Barack Obama that I wrote about and unintentionally upset my mother).

In this case not only were the recipients of the email fooled, but a television station in Bolivia, believing their veracity, aired the photos without doing any fact checking.

I am not a cynic, but I do not always believe what I see or read.

Monday, June 8, 2009



A friend emailed me the above clip this morning and knew immediately I had to post it. Sure, I may not be crazy about Julie Andrews' voice (too sweet for me) but what happens at the Antwerp main train station was so fun I had include it here.

According to an article I read: The video was produced to publicize Op zoek naar Maria, the Belgian TV version of the BBC talent competition program How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria?, about the search for an actress to play the lead role in a stage revival of The Sound of Music.

Saturday, June 6, 2009


Last night I had a dream about my upcoming trip to Provincetown, MA. I guess you could say I am excited.

In the dream we arrived in town (a town that was much bigger then the actual Ptown) and were greeted by Richfield, Minnesota's most famous resident, Miss Richfield 1981. We spent the entire day walking the streets, stopping in random stores and bars, while Miss Richfield gave us a glimpse into her world of international fame, and shared her dreams of building a comedy palace that she envisioned herself performing in nightly.

(This Photo of the gang and Miss Richfield 1981 was taken three years ago during my last Ptown vacation)

The next day while sitting in a coffee shop talking with friends, a thin and not completely unattractive friend of friend (I have no idea who he was) asked me what I ate. Not understanding, I asked what he meant. Looking at my mid-section he said, "Do you eat pies and cakes or do you eat salads?" As I started to reply my attention was diverted as a cute, young man with tossled brown hair hanging in his eyes, and a tattooed map of Scandinavia (with green letters - NOR - in the middle) on his left bicep started to walk by me. He stopped, gave me a smile and started up a conversation. I told him I hadn't taken a shower since the day before and for some reason that drew him closer and with an even wider smile he started caressing my face and massaging my neck.

Then I woke up - but what does it all mean?

Last night, while watching baseball (and The Young and The Restless)on television, I was perusing Youtube for Ptown videos. Trying to get Fettit as excited as I am about our upcoming adventure, I showed him several videos of Miss Richfield and Ptown.

The acquaintance asking what I eat - I think that is about my self-consciousness about my weight and what I ate the day before. However, in my defense, I have lost 25 pounds (it was 30 but I have played with five pounds over the past year) - and we have been trying to eat more healthy again prior to our trip.

Yesterday I didn't do myself any favors.

For breakfast I had an everything bagel with garden veggie cream cheese - a no no. At lunch I had three rolled chicken taquitos with guacamole and cheese -another no no, and when I got home I was peckish so I had about 20 Pepperidge Farms crackers - no no trifecta. To make matters worse, for dinner Fettit made beef stroganoff.

Okay - so yesterday was a frickin fat and carb-fest and subconsciously I am disgusted with myself for all the crap I ate.

Eating all that dough is not going to help me fit into the new bathing suit I bought for the trip, and I don't want to have to wear a jilbab to the beach to conceal any new found girth.

When I first started going to Ptown, 12 years ago, part of the routine was to go the beach, but as the years passed, and the pounds started piling on, I kept my distance. This year, feeling better about my ol body, I have been planning to make a return to the beach and am determined feel good about my body.

As for the good-looking young man with the tattoo. I will have to think long and hard about that one, but I am sure it was just a dream within a dream!

Thursday, June 4, 2009


A slew of my friends posted this on Facebook, so of course they will have no need to watch it here, but I think it is hilarious....and so sacrilegious that I had to post it.

Ironically near the end as she is recapping I thought to myself this is just like "The Twelve Days of Christmas" and right then guess what tune started to play? YEP!!!

Get yer head outta yer asses people...Against Gay Marriage? Don't marry a gay!!!!