Viewing Humanity

 Years ago I decided flying on commercial planes was too annoying and humiliating to be worth it. What destination was so important that I needed to get there quickly? None. This self-important fantasy is all a grotesque tradition that I no longer wanted to take part in. This delusion that my body needed to be flung across the lower atmosphere by burning 200,000 year old refined algae so I could tell jokes in some other part of the world more rapidly ? Insane. But I have unfortunately entered a realm where air travel makes a little sense so I investigated low fare airlines and discovered they managed to make the flight booking process even more agonizingly humiliating since I last flew in a plane. Amazing.  I believe these low fare airlines hired engineers to identify any shred of joy remaining in commercial flying and then they assigned that joy a dollar value that you can sell in order to save money but suffer more. I'm even more amazed that consumers have tolerated this ma...

I recently read the description of the Palacio de Cortes in Spanish and then translated it to English because after all these years I can still barely understand Spanish...and the word "Cortes" was translated to Courteous. I never put those two together because Hernan Cortez, the conquistador who was the inspiration behind my name for the van I lived in for a decade, was spelled with a Z. But that letter is interchangeable with the letter S. So that means the genocidal lunatic Hernan Cortez was actually "Mr. Courteous."