Active Recreation In North Raleigh

There has been lots of debate on active recreation facilities in North Raleigh, particularly surrounding the awesome natural Horseshoe Farm Park on the Neuse River. As recounted on MT.Net, even though a City Council-appointed committee worked for many many months to craft a plan for Horseshoe Farm, and even though that committee recommended to keep a gymnasium off the property, the city Park’s committee ignored the master plan committee’s recommendation and stuck in a gym anyway. This is in spite of a large, impressively organized group of concerned citizens opposed to spoiling the natural beauty of the park.

Now arguments are being made for putting said gym in Durant Nature Park, which is a park right next to my neighborhood. Durant Park would be more accomodating than Horseshoe Farm, yet it would be a shame if its two lakes and wooded trails were paved over for parking lots and basketball facilities.

My question is this: there are plenty of citizens opposed to active recreation. Where are the citizens in favor of it? Why does the Horseshoe Farm Master Plan Committee get thrown a gym they didn’t want or request? Who is driving this supposed need?

I don’t know of any citizens who are driving this need. It seems to be driven from the top down, starting perhaps with Jessie Taliaferro and going through the city’s parks and rec committee. Parks don’t have to have big buildings in them to be parks.

With Horseshoe Farm, Durant Nature Park, and the newly-announced park near Falls Lake, does North Raleigh have a lot of natural parks? Absolutely. Is there anything wrong with it? No. Is anyone complaining that these parks are “too natural?” Not to my knowledge, and that’s the rub. Outside of some city leaders, I haven’t heard anyone who is opposed to keeping these parks natural.

There is no need to plow under our wonderful, natural parks – these wildlife sanctuaries – to build pavement and palaces. A huge tract of park land is due to open up when (if?) the North Raleigh landfill finally closes. If anything deserves to be paved over and developed, its the landfill. I would trade a smelly landfill for a park any day. With this supposedly on the way, why the rush to do something else?

The people have made their preference known. It’s time to respect it. Quit trying to give us something we don’t want and don’t need.

Half-Baked Screening Rules Cause Delay

Just as I suspected, the lines at the airport screening point were five times as long as they normally are this time of day. In spite of two TSA screeners set up at a table to assist people with removing their liquids (nice effort, actually), the line was still far too long.

I looked around at the people in line and didn’t see one overnight bag anywhere. Why the delay? It seems that the X-ray person was carefully screening each bag for liquids, even though the TSA said on Monday that liquids posed a “very unlikely” threat. As he looked at the lady’s bag behind me, the X-ray operator commented to the screener behind him, “is that a drink?” So clearly liquids are still being screened, in spite of their unlikely threat. At least they aren’t rocketing bags through the machine like they were a few weeks ago.

Another thing I noticed is that the airport is still covered with signs saying liquids are prohibited, even though as of Monday that’s no longer true. People may still be dumping their expensive colognes and perfumes (in some cases not a bad thing) needlessly. I took it as another example of how the new screening rules are half-baked.

Gaithersburg

I’m off to Gaithersburg tomorrow for the day. For those keeping score at home, I have just five weekdays in Raleigh for the next three weeks, and some Sunday travel thrown in, too. The good news is I’ve got some frequent flyer credit, though with no obvious kidsitting solution K and I won’t be going anywhere together anytime soon.

At least this one’s just for the day. See you on the flipside, y’all.

Fuggeddaboutit

I had an interesting limo ride from the hotel to the airport this afternoon. It was the same guy who picked me up from the hotel this morning, only he had his dad in the front seat with him.

We’re driving along and they’re shaking their heads at all the idiot drivers pulling out in front of us. One truck full of kids comes close to hitting us, drawing the ire of the father. “Yeah, go ahead and laugh,” he mutters as they drive by. “Step out of the truck and I’ll show you laughing.”

Oooooookay. I’m raising my eyebrows at this point and trying to occupy myself with the passing scenery. Next thing I know the dad asks him about his sports bets.

“Last month I made fifty-eight hundred, and it was a slow month,” he’s telling his dad.

Damn, I think to myself. Why would a guy who makes six grand a month doing something else also drive a limo? Then I remember how useful running a cash-based business can be.

Talk turns to some schmuck who’s overextended on his betting. The driver and his old man shake their heads at the thought.

“A guy like that deserves to get mushed,” the dad says. Ooooookay Moment Two.

At that point, the driver remembers I’m here and laughs. “So you’re getting a ride to the airport and a little bit of Sopranos, too, huh?”

“Welcome to life in the big city, ” his dad laughs, adding he forgot I was here. With a nervous laugh I tell them I’m just enjoying the ride, all the while wondering what I’ll hear next.

We were soon at the airport. I told him I’d call him for a lift the next time I’m in town, not having had this much entertainment in a while.

Did I leave a big tip? You bet. And if you ever need a ride around Boston, give Gerry a call and tell him I sent ya.

Tune In And Tune Out

There was one of those moments of Radio Zen last month: the kind of moment when a song that’s playing connects with you. I was with the family waiting for dinner at Schooner’s. While the house band was setting up XM satellite radio played throughout the restaurant. The song was Catherine Wheel’s Black Metallic [warning: music] and hearing it put me in a trance, taking me back fifteen years. I silently mouthed the lyrics to a song that I’d be willing to bet no one else in the restaurant knew. That song was for me.

That’s the power of good radio. It takes you somewhere.

I took radio with me on my trip from Chicago to South Bend. I had Sirius cranking on the drive, listening to ex-VeeJay Alan Hunter play John Mellencamp‘s Cherry Bomb right as I crossed into his home state of Indiana. I’d been thinking of Mellencamp right before Alan played the song. Very cool.

These kind of moments are rare on what passes for broadcast radio nowadays. Stations are programmed to the hilt, with little regard for what song feels right at any particular time. Our robot overlords have killed broadcast radio.

Still, I was happy to find some breath of life on Raleigh’s radio dial. I’d tuned into 100.7 The River from time to time and frankly been impressed. In spite of The River being owned by evil ClearChannel, it did things no other local radio did. It played good songs. Not only that, but it played those good songs in their entirety. If there was a gratuitous guitar solo or a long introduction in a song, The River played it all. Sure, it was a robot station, but it offered more music than other Raleigh stations do.

I read by way of the excellent Raleighing weblog that evil ClearChannel has nixed 100.7’s alternative format in favor of Yet Another Classic Rock Station (YACRS). Just what the Triangle needs. Fuckers.

If I want good music I guess I’ll soon be tuning up Sirius now that the radio dial has been relegated to the museum.

TSA Does Body Cavity Search, Finds Its Own Head

As the fifteen readers of MT.Net know, I travel a lot. That gives me an up-close look at the War on Terra, as fought by the fine folks of the TSA. Thus when I saw USA Today’s headline “Liquids not as risky as first feared”, I was about to let rip a “woohoo!” Then I read the new rules and was left scratching my head. If the ban on liquids wasn’t an example of asshattery to begin with, this new move takes the cake.

The essense is this: FBI tests have shown that its “highly unlikely” that terrorists could bring down a plane with small amounts of fluids. This comes to no surprise to anyone who’s looked into it, yet it took the feds a little more time to figure it out. In the meantime, airline traffic has taken a hit, lines are longer for checking bags, and because of the huge volume of checked bags those that do get checked are often rushed to the plane without adqeuate screening. Thus, the things that really can bring down planes aren’t being detected. Feel safer?

Okay, so now the TSA admits that liquids on planes don’t pose a threat. Does that mean we can fly with our toiletries properly stowed in our carryon bags? No. Even though they just admitted there’s no threat, they roll out even more rules! Liquids have to be in tiny travel bottles and must be packed in a clear plastic bag. Now everyone in line at security will know the contents of your toiletry bag. Screeners will have yet another thing to check, which means even more delays getting through security as people fish their bottles out of their bag.

But wait! Haven’t experts told us that liquid explosives can’t be detected by X-ray? Why, yes they have. So what’s the point? The screener’s not going to directly see the bag since its on a belt in an enclosed machine, so what good is it to take it out of your luggage? The screeners are going to have long lines with people fishing out new stuff for inspection, so guess what they’re going to do? They’re going to speed the bags through the machine without carefully checking them.

In the past few weeks, I’ve actually seen that happen. At a major unnamed airport, I watched as an X-ray screener moved a half-dozen bags through the scanner without as much looking at them! Start to finish, the bags never stopped moving. I predict this won’t be the last time once the lines start backing up again.

I’m all for keeping the skies safe. After all, I spend a lot of time in the skies. Eventually, though, someone has to apply some common sense. The liquid ban wasn’t being enforced, or only half-heartedly at best. The odds of someone pulling this off were extremely remote to begin with and the TSA said as much yesterday. Instead of saying they were wrong about the ban, TSA weasels new rules into place which just make a dumb idea dumber.

Like many pilots will admit, the screening process is a charade. If you’re going to do it at all, do it right. Adding rules for the sake of adding rules does nothing but increase self-importance of a government bureacracy.

Boston

If there’s such a thing as a Rube Goldberg triatholon for getting someplace with the most changes in transportation, I may have won it yesterday. Here’s how my day went:

  • Start in South Bend.
  • Drive to customer site
  • Walk to lunch and back
  • Drive from customer site to Chicago Midway airport (100 miles away)
  • Make it to Midway an hour before takeoff (closer than I’d like)
  • Turn in car and hop a plane to Providence, RI
  • Enjoy a nice talk with my seatmate about (what else?) sailing!
  • Hop off plane in Providence, hail cab to train station
  • Walk from train station to nearby mall and back to kill time
  • Hop train to Boston South Station
  • Take Silver Line subway to Logan airport
  • Pick up hotel shuttle to hotel

I got here around 10 PM, with plenty of time to relax. It didn’t make sense to rent a car in Providence since my customer is right next to Logan. Thus, I’m taking a one-way flight from Boston to Raleigh this afternoon to complete the complicated trip.

Sometimes I wonder if the myriad ways I travel could be considered art. But then I think about something else equally stupid. 🙂

South Bend For Starters

I’m in South Bend tonight, somewhere near the famous Field Goal Jesus of Notre Dame, and set to begin a whirlwind of a trip. After I visit a customer Monday morning, I’m off to Providence, RI via a drive back to Chicago. From Providence I take Amtrak to Boston, where I visit another customer before flying out of Boston back to Raleigh.

Then on Thursday I go to Gaithersburg, MD for the day. Those frequent flyer points keep on coming, don’t they?

We had an awesome sail both Saturday and today, though, so that makes up for a lot of stuff. A lady on the flight today was talking to someone about sailing at Annapolis. A guy coming off the plane last week had a copy of Sailing magazine on top of his bag. It seems that everywhere I go I meet fellow sailors. Pretty cool.

Anyway, well past time for bed. I’ll blog if I can find a minute at Midway airport tomorrow.