The Divine Comedy’s Regeneration on the iPod.
Flying lower than normal this flight due to winds.
Our flight attendant, Trista, privatly yawned and looks stressed. She slowly drank an orange juice with her eyes closed as if no one can see her now that she is not smiling to her passangers. She then stared at her reflection in a silver tea kettle for a minute. She turned around to see me looking at her out of the corner of my eye (but probably not assuming I’m moblogging her) and she smiled through the side of her mouth as if she is trying to optimistically sigh at the same time.
What countries are left that still allow smoking on flights? I know there are many out there, but I am surprised, a bit, that they haven’t just stopped putting “No Smoking” signs up and “No Cigarette Disposal” on trash bins.
I want some more pretzels. They should have special bonus-pretzel seats that may be awarded for certain reasons. Not like first-class stuff, but just coach with all-you-can-imagine pretzels. I’ve discussed this idea with others. Maybe seat 9-B on all flights is Northwest’s Pretzel Elite Seat, and you have to answer a few questions and specifically ask for it like an Exit Row. You then become designated the Pretzel Czar for the flight, although flight attendants would still distribute pretzels normally.
I am now flying over Lake Michigan. It’s Great. 
-Aaron (over an area that looks like it might be getting close to Sheboygan, Wisconsin)
Update: It turned out to be Milwaukee