Tuesday, 13 February 2007

I fly too much

Last night in a hotel room in an undisclosed location, I was lying in bed and my inner ear was telling me I was still on an airplane.

In related news, I’ve got two more invitations for interviews, just in case my equilibrium wasn’t shot to hell already. Already, I think I’ve taught more sessions of other professors’ classes than some of my own this semester.


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In the early and mid-90s, while working for the Corps of Engineers, I traveled frequently – during one 12 month period, I took 26 trips, ranging in duration from 2 days to 6. Lots of meetings in hotel conference rooms all over the country. During one meeting, I suddenly realized I couldn’t remember what city I was in. A brief semi-panic ensued while I sorted through all the papers looking for the place on the agenda which listed the location. I’ll never forget that feeling. And I can relate to the inner ear thing, the compression/decompression thing gets old after a while.

[Permalink] 2. Alfie Sumrall wrote @ Wed, 14 Feb 2007, 11:46 pm CST:

If all else fails, you’ve got a future as an air marshal! I wonder if they get frequent flyer miles.

On another note, I just got back from the Ole Miss-LSU game. UN-FREAKING-BELIEVABLE! Wow…to intercept a pass when all you’re trying to do is foul and end up hitting a perfect 20 footer at the buzzer to win! WOW!

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