Ich bin ein Frankfurter.
Sometimes you gotta leave your zone of safety. You have to manufacture Inspirado. You gotta get out of the apartment.
Flying with a carrier you don’t normally fly with fulfills two of those three directives. Maybe that’s how you end up in row 43. The plane gets narrow, there are just a few more rows, and I’m the only one sitting back here. But it’s Lufthansa, it’s 30 minutes in the air, the seats are leather, the plane is a big Airbus A340, and they’re bringing me mimosas. It’s highly civilized and there’s little to complain about.
Posted: February 17th, 2008 under Out and about, Usability.
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The upper echelons of North America’s business elite were in a panic yesterday. Instead of the usual chameleon trick of one eye on the BlackBerry and one the presentation they sat in meetings and had to perform perverse acts like paying attention to what was being said.