It's wyrd...

The fate of my hair rests with the decision of one of our junior white belts.

She's got a tumor at the base of her spine (this is the second time, after two years of remission) and is currently undergoing chemo. She's about 9 years old (although, she might be older and just small for her age due to the previous round of surgeries and chemo, but she's under thirteen). She has no hair. I offered mine. I talked to her mother and told her to ask her. She's been a student for a few months now, but her physical limitations keep her from attending class regularly and the chemo leaves her in a state where the physical efforts of taking class her leave barely standing when she does. She makes it when she can anyway. I won't say she's perfect. She does occasionally complain in class, but she's not the only one, so I can't fault her on that, she's still just a kid, after all.

I finally decided I didn't really want to cut it off, but I made the offer anyway. I can always grow it back. She may never again have that luxury.

It's wyrd...

The fate of my hair rests with the decision of one of our junior white belts.

She's got a tumor at the base of her spine (this is the second time, after two years of remission) and is currently undergoing chemo. She's about 9 years old (although, she might be older and just small for her age due to the previous round of surgeries and chemo, but she's under thirteen). She has no hair. I offered mine. I talked to her mother and told her to ask her. She's been a student for a few months now, but her physical limitations keep her from attending class regularly and the chemo leaves her in a state where the physical efforts of taking class her leave barely standing when she does. She makes it when she can anyway. I won't say she's perfect. She does occasionally complain in class, but she's not the only one, so I can't fault her on that, she's still just a kid, after all.

I finally decided I didn't really want to cut it off, but I made the offer anyway. I can always grow it back. She may never again have that luxury.

It's wyrd...

The fate of my hair rests with the decision of one of our junior white belts.

She's got a tumor at the base of her spine (this is the second time, after two years of remission) and is currently undergoing chemo. She's about 9 years old (although, she might be older and just small for her age due to the previous round of surgeries and chemo, but she's under thirteen). She has no hair. I offered mine. I talked to her mother and told her to ask her. She's been a student for a few months now, but her physical limitations keep her from attending class regularly and the chemo leaves her in a state where the physical efforts of taking class her leave barely standing when she does. She makes it when she can anyway. I won't say she's perfect. She does occasionally complain in class, but she's not the only one, so I can't fault her on that, she's still just a kid, after all.

I finally decided I didn't really want to cut it off, but I made the offer anyway. I can always grow it back. She may never again have that luxury.

The Grate Planes.

So, I've been thinking about this entry for a while now.

Ever since the arrests in London of the terrorists too stupid to even manage basic chemistry, and the even dumber governments whose grasp is even farther from reality, I've had this idea in my head that security on planes is not something we need to spend as much time on as we once did. I present the last five years as evidence for this.

Since the events of 2001, not a single plane has been successfully hijacked. The passengers have decided to no longer be passive about the security of their environment. The rules changed, at a very fundamental level, five years ago. The default assumption of the passengers is no longer "cooperate and once we get where they want to go, we can go home." Every passenger on every plane is continuously watching every other passenger, with the idea that the life they save will be their own. The passengers are doing the policing real time during the flights.

Please stop fucking with us on the ground, thanks.

I'm all for screening for explosives in luggage, but fuck it, let everyone carry a gun on a plane. Hell, I'd go so far as to suggest everyone who gets on a plane gets handed a gun, which they must hand back over at their final departure point. Let's take the guesswork about who's armed out of the equation! Those last three sentences were not serious, in case you missed it.

The Grate Planes.

So, I've been thinking about this entry for a while now.

Ever since the arrests in London of the terrorists too stupid to even manage basic chemistry, and the even dumber governments whose grasp is even farther from reality, I've had this idea in my head that security on planes is not something we need to spend as much time on as we once did. I present the last five years as evidence for this.

Since the events of 2001, not a single plane has been successfully hijacked. The passengers have decided to no longer be passive about the security of their environment. The rules changed, at a very fundamental level, five years ago. The default assumption of the passengers is no longer "cooperate and once we get where they want to go, we can go home." Every passenger on every plane is continuously watching every other passenger, with the idea that the life they save will be their own. The passengers are doing the policing real time during the flights.

Please stop fucking with us on the ground, thanks.

I'm all for screening for explosives in luggage, but fuck it, let everyone carry a gun on a plane. Hell, I'd go so far as to suggest everyone who gets on a plane gets handed a gun, which they must hand back over at their final departure point. Let's take the guesswork about who's armed out of the equation! Those last three sentences were not serious, in case you missed it.

The Grate Planes.

So, I've been thinking about this entry for a while now.

Ever since the arrests in London of the terrorists too stupid to even manage basic chemistry, and the even dumber governments whose grasp is even farther from reality, I've had this idea in my head that security on planes is not something we need to spend as much time on as we once did. I present the last five years as evidence for this.

Since the events of 2001, not a single plane has been successfully hijacked. The passengers have decided to no longer be passive about the security of their environment. The rules changed, at a very fundamental level, five years ago. The default assumption of the passengers is no longer "cooperate and once we get where they want to go, we can go home." Every passenger on every plane is continuously watching every other passenger, with the idea that the life they save will be their own. The passengers are doing the policing real time during the flights.

Please stop fucking with us on the ground, thanks.

I'm all for screening for explosives in luggage, but fuck it, let everyone carry a gun on a plane. Hell, I'd go so far as to suggest everyone who gets on a plane gets handed a gun, which they must hand back over at their final departure point. Let's take the guesswork about who's armed out of the equation! Those last three sentences were not serious, in case you missed it.