Plane Breakup*

This guy on the plane just broke up w his girlfriend and she's SOBBING pic.twitter.com/IW9QVYxXdB

— Kelly Keegs (@keegs141) August 23, 2015

*UPDATE - #PlaneBreakup was Not real.

@JonFrat @TheNJMick HAHAH this is not real

— Kelly Keegs (@keegs141) August 24, 2015

"US daredevil dies in Yosemite jumping accident"

"Part of me says it's kind of crazy to think you can fly your human body... Another part of me thinks all of us have had the dream that we can fly. Why not chase after it? Maybe it brings you to some other tangent. Chasing after the unattainable is the fun part."

His last Facebook post, on May 12, shows a picture of his dog in a mountainous landscape and the caption: "Miss Whisper. Yosemite Dog."



"Passenger tossed after flipping out over staff’s ‘Merry Christmas’"

The grumpy passenger, who appeared to be traveling alone, barked at the woman, “You shouldn’t say that because not everyone celebrates Christmas.”

The agent replied, “Well, what should I say then?”

“Don’t say, ‘Merry Christmas!’ ” the man shouted before brushing past her.

Once on the plane, he was warmly greeted by a flight attendant who also wished him a “merry Christmas.” That was the last straw.

via Drudge

Claim: 'flying man' past an Airbus full of passengers

"Pilots on a holiday jet were left stunned when a 'flying man' whizzed past their aircraft at 3,500 feet".

The mystery man flew within 100 metres of the plane and left the pilots baffled as to how he was moving through the air, as neither could see a canopy suspending him.

There was also no sign of him on the radar and further checks failed to reveal any paragliders, parachutists or balloonists in the area at the time. 

The official report in to the incident on Friday June 13 admitted it was 'unfortunate' and 'frustrating' there was 'no way of corroborating what they had reported'.

A cherubic little angel

Plane mode.

I can't inspect the plane from my vantage point

I'm waiting to board a flying tin can.
Im on a window seat, I'm going to have to swith.

"US Airways tweets graphic photo of nude woman to customers, then apologizes"

"A photo of a naked woman lying exposed on a bed with a toy plane between her legs was publicly shared by the airline late Monday afternoon while responding to disgruntled customers who were angry about a recent flight delay."

The extremely graphic image sent to one Twitter user came with the caption: "We welcome feedback, Elle. If your travel is complete, you can detail it here for review and follow-up."

Instead of a link matching that description, however, it was a link to the photo.

It was soon deleted on the airlines' Twitter feed before replaced with an apology.

"We apologize for an inappropriate image recently shared as a link in one of our responses. We've removed the tweet and are investigating," it read.

Hilarity ensued...

Right now CNN is on the phone with @USAirways. "I heard you found a plane?"
— Michele Catalano (@inthefade) April 14, 2014

Pilot's view, landing, Queenstown N.Z.

Chonday LINK

This is why we fly.  

Sometimes what pilots see in a day people will not see in their lifetimes. 

Oh get over yourself. That's what is written over there, not just this copy but the other copies I saw. Apparently they imagine passengers all blind.

para para paradise
para para paradise
WhoooOOOooaoah.

Cold Play is singing.

The ride is a thrill. You fly between mountain ridges right above a thick layer of clouds, fly, fly, fly above a puffy carpet, then abruptly turn right into the mountain ridge, but it's an opening! Right as you drop into the cloud layer and everything goes gray and you can't see nuth'n, and it goes and goes and goes in gray, flying on instruments, trusting technology then suddenly the city of Queenstown appears in crystal clarity ahead and the runway in sight and just as fast you're coming upon the runway and just as fast as that you're touching down. Whew.

I don't care for flying anymore. It used to be fun. I liked hanging out at airports, but not anymore. Bummer too because I'm better at photography than before but airports are a lot more of a drag than ever before, and they wouldn't care for a guy aimlessly photographing things. The fun is gone.

The last time I flew I told myself, don't do this to yourself again. I was forced to recount in detail why, it was important to dredge up every uncomfortable detail and exaggerate to make my case. I really do not want to be crammed in like that again. I really do not want to put up with all the things one must just to ride a plane. Not worth it.

But it's not that bad, so I had to exaggerate. And it worked.

I go, "Well, how do you get around all the time, are you flying first class or what?'

That got Joe talking about different fares. I already knew, but I let him go on because the point was sinking in. As it was another friend had just taken off that day for Singapore and I asked about him. How does that guy tolerate such a long flight. Is he flying that whole way first class or what? Answer; yes. Turns out, the seat is whole separate little cabin that turns into a bed, a private closed off bed so you can sleep comfortably most the way. It's a whole different ballgame, part of the fun.

I'd do that.

I'd do this.

This looks like fun. I'd do this in a heartbeat. This is entirely different. This is free of all my complaints. Charter a plane and I'll be the first one in line. We rented planes all the time before. Let's go so far as Queenstown and hope for a foggy morning. 

Giant Arrows Pointing The Way Across America

They were left by beings from long ago.  Most are gone; but a few remain and can be seen by the few who are adventurous enough to seek them out.

Long before the days of radio (and those convenient little smartphone applications), the US Postal service began a cross-country air mail service using army war surplus planes from World War I, many piloted by former army flyers. To get the planes and everybody’s mail safely across the country by air, the postman was going to need a little help.

In 1924, the federal government funded enormous concrete arrows to be built every 10 miles or so along established airmail routes to help the pilots trace their way across America in bad weather conditions and particularly at night, which was a more efficient time to fly.

Painted in bright yellow, they were each built alongside a 50 foot tall tower with a rotating gas-powered light and a little rest house for the folks that maintained the generators and lights. These airway beacons are said to have been visible from a distance of 10 miles high. 

Visible from 10 miles high?   That would be 52,800 feet, and altitude no airplane could reach at the time, and few can reach now.  Perhaps the claim should have been 1 mile high, 5,280 feet above sea level.  Realistically, it could have been .1 miles, about 500 feet above ground, where most early airmail airplanes flew.

This was high-tech navigation in the years after WWI.  Think about that when you use your smart phone to navigate your way someplace.  Or when you read about a modern aircraft landing at the wrong airport.

Very cool article here.