This music sounds like the beginning of every Woody Allen film.
Oh. That’s Woody Allen playing it. (at Cafe Carlyle)
Boarding was delayed for about ten minutes but otherwise uneventful. A total of five seats were occupied in First cabin. There were two flight attendants working in First and they were both courteous and spoke pretty good English. The flight purser came around and spoke to each First passengers. Everyone was given a Bose headset and amenity kit bag. After the aircraft doors were closed, the plane proceeded toward the runway and taxied for about 15 to 20 minutes. Ahead of us was a Korean Air A380, and it was pretty exciting to watch that big bird takeoff. I was in seat 2D. The seats in Asiana’s First cabin were lie-flat seats and had a 83” pitch and 20.5” width. The seat angle were slightly tilted toward the windows. After reaching cruising altitude, I played around with the entertainment system. During the flight I was able to watch Lincoln (good), Wreck-It Ralph (great), and Trouble With The Curve (bad).
Before the flight I had read so much about Asiana’s excellence in catering, and this flight was no exception. I went with the Western option and chose poached lobster as my main dish. The starters consisted of melon, ham and stuffed mushroom, caviar, chilled lobster and veggies, zucchini soup, and mixed greens. The main course was followed by cheese and fruits, cheese cake, and coffee. During the meal service my drinks (mostly diet coke) were constantly refilled and the flight attendants were very heedful to my needs. I pretty much finished every course except for the cheese and fruits and the cheese cake.
After meal service ended, I changed into the Asiana pajama and put the seat in relax mode and started my movie-and-reading marathon. Since I will be arriving in ICN in early evening, I avoided sleeping during the flight so as to adjust to the time difference. The flight attendant came around and asked if I’d like to have my bed made (I declined). Despite being an afternoon flight, the cabin was dimmed and most passengers went to sleep. In the middle of the flight, the flight attendant came around and asked if I wanted anything from their snack menu, which consisted of fruits, cheese, instant noodles, and salads. I wasn’t hungry but wanted something to munch on, so I asked if they had any potato chips. She informed me that she will look into the other cabins. In about five minutes, a small bowl of potato chips arrived.
At about two hours before landing, the light dinner service started. This time I went with the Korean option (I can’t remember the name of the dish now) of noodle soup with beef, rice, and various banchan. The meal was simple but delicious and refreshing. Again my drinks were refilled promptly and the service was spectacular. After dinner I changed out of my pajama and watched a French film (with no English caption) without understanding it. We had a smooth landing at ICN at about 6:30pm. Overall it was an excellent Asiana flight.
I got to LAX a good three hours before my scheduled departure. The check-in process was fast. I was given an invitation card to the Star Alliance First Lounge. The First Lounge had only a few passengers in it and was dead silent. The food spread was limited to continental offerings and lots of alcohol. The Business lounge was larger and busier, and seems to have a larger selection of foods. Finding an empty table in the Business Lounge was a little tough. But I managed to down a few diet coke and some fruits before departure (I needed to save some room for the upcoming first class dining). Also, I was able to walk into the new wing of the International Terminal. It doesn’t look to have any aircrafts parked next to it, but the facilities were open to passengers. It’s about time for LAX to get some kind of facelifts. Boarding commenced 45 minutes before the scheduled departure time of 1:10pm.
In my Museum Studies program we spend a lot of time picking apart what it means to be a museum on its most fundamental level. We have concluded that they are repositories of history, storage houses of culture, libraries of the tangible aspects of human existence. But aside from these literal definitions we also attempt to interpret what it means to house these artifacts and seek to understand why, as people, we place such an immense and unquantifiable value on what is contained within.
One of the analogies that has had the most impact on me personally is that of museums as temples; buildings facilitating the worship of our world and all of its people, shrines to knowledge, cathedrals to beauty. Through these objects we seek to understand what it means to be human, and in the process we are faced with much self-reflection and assertion of being. We are forced to take responsibility not only for ourselves in this moment but for the past, present, and future of our collective existence. I feel this reverie when I am in the zoological museum, one-by-one piecing together the lives of the silent individuals that surround me, attempting to decipher what compels us to retain their physical selves, seeking to define and understand our relations — all the while in a state of wonderment I remain unable to adequately articulate.
Katie and I enjoyed our 30-min wait for a street fried quesadilla in Mexico City.
Good eating at Mercado de Xochimilco.
I think I’ve already reblogged this several times. But I just can’t stop. And I’m not sure why.