It’s warm as hades here, although they say a storm might be brewing in the mountains later today. I’ve got to get back to my day job–you know, the one that pays the bills?–but here are a few tidbits that might amuse you while I’m out:
- A friend of mine is teaching La Divina Commedia this term, and found a quiz online that will tell you which circle of hell you’ll wind up in for eternity. You can join Historiann in Limbo, with the virtuous un-believers (I’m shocked I rated that high!), or you could do worse. Take the test yourself, and please report your results below. Quite frankly, based on this website’s description of Limbo, I’d be quite happy there, with “rolling fresh meadows illuminated by the light of reason, whereabout many shades dwell. . . . the atmosphere is peaceful, yet sad” among the “virtuous pagans” and unbaptised children. (But, Limbo is what you make of it, right? So long as the company’s good, anyway.)
- For those of you looking to get the H-E-double hockey sticks out of Dodge City, here’s a story about airline travel that will burn your shorts (via Shakesville.) Seriously: United Airlines executives should have to spend eternity in the Malebolge (that’s circle 8 out of 9, friends) with others “guilty of fraudulence and malice.” Once upon a time I had to travel with a family member who needed assistance, and the United flight attendants were the least helpful and accomodating of any I’ve ever encountered. (Denver is a United hub, but fortunately so is Frontier, whose employees seem a heck of a lot friendlier and happier. Plus, the United planes all feel much more crowded and the seats are the worst of any U.S. airline I’ve ever flown. Given the choice between United and Greyhound, next time I’ll ride the dog!) We’d regularly be issued seats in different rows, and when I asked for help in finding seats together, I’d be told brightly, “oh, just ask the person next to you to switch.” I’d be scolded by the flight attendants for holding up the boarding line because I was the only able-bodied adult and I needed to lug some gear onto the plane without any offers of assistance. That’s just how United Airlines rolls, I guess! My sense is that United is to blame for their employees’ low morale and lack of helpfulness: people who have the resources they need to do their job right tend to be happier and more helpful than those who feel squeezed and spread around too thinly.
- Now, for those of you who found yesterday’s thread, and Dr. Crazy’s excellent elaboration on the conversation, a bit too much of a bummer, here’s a little bagatelle courtesy of some chap who calls himself Ukelele Man: a cover of They Might Be Giants’ “Kiss Me, Son of God.” Ha! “I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage called the blood of the exploited working claaaaass!” I love this guy:
I think I like this version even better than the original. What do you think? Is it more enjoyable than your average flight on UAL and/or visit to The Inferno? (Take your pick–and take care, friends!)