Observations Whilst Travelling


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I love, love, love flying. In Canada. Don’t get me started on American airlines and Yankee airports. Recently I made a  trip to the coast.  There are many things in place that are security/ safety features that really do nothing to improve security and/or safety but they make us feel better. The in-flight safety dance at the beginning of every flight is the obvious one. The seat belt sign is an obvious second. And removing your shoes through security is in contention for third place. I was wearing stilettos. Is it possible I have a stiletto derringer? Hmmm possible but not likely. On my return I was wearing flip-flops. I got to keep them on. Apparently there’s less of a threat of flip-flop switch blades.

Across from me on my little commuter plane to Vancouver there’s a well dressed man in a dark expensive suit with rainbow socks. Is this to convey some sense of fun? He looked like a lawyer type. I can imagine that he would rape my bank account just by answering my phone call (probably from American Airlines holding cell for my derringer) I can also imagine this sense of “fun” as I’m bent over looking at his rainbow socks.

Personally I think the “security” around not being able to bring liquids less than 100 ml is a money grab without the rainbow socks. So let me get this straight, I can bring 10, 100 ml vials of untested “liquid” (which equal a liter)….. but my 500 ml smells like coffee, tastes like coffee, just bought from the Starbucks in view of the security gates, coffee, could be dangerous. It makes me want to smuggle 5, 100 ml vodka, 5, 100 ml, cranberry juice, and make myself cocktails for the duration of the flight.


The Why, What, Who

To start, a little “method behind the madness”. Naked Cooking Bacon came to me after trying to come up with a theme for who I am and the message I wanted to convey. In my life I  know who I am, what I want to surround myself with, and where I’m going. My career as a paramedic is my first love. People constantly tell me “I couldn’t do what you do!” which is great because I can’t do what you do. It was a struggle in my life to find what I wanted to be when I grew up and this vocation didn’t come to me till 30.  I feel like paramedicine is (in some ways) just an extension me. 911 calls you to people in their emergency and it calls you to serve them in the best way possible. It’s not always “saving lives” because I’ve seen first hand the human spirit (or stubborn determination) over ride my best efforts. And by efforts, I mean sustain vital signs till I reach the hospital or to get you chicken soup and a warm blanket. Both equally important in an “emergency”.

This is an outlet for my humor, my opinions, and my creativity. It’s called naked cooking bacon because I’m a big fan of few clothes (in my home…..with the windows wide open) and I feel my writing public is the  equivalent of showing up nude to a dinner party (preferably with bacon on the menu) and saying “Wadda ya think?”

I’m also a big fan of bacon. Cooking bacon naked is a lesson is being vulnerable.