My Body is Being Scanned and Don’t Even Know About It

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It started just a couple of days ago when I was going through the Los Angeles Union Station hallway and down the stairs that I saw cameras everywhere.

Tables set up and police presence seen. Official-looking people as well as press (TV news logos everywhere) were there too.

I wondered if there was a bomb scare. No event.

Maybe they were preparing for a media event, that’s all, I thought.

Then yesterday, more TV news crews could be seen.

And now, I know something’s up.

They’re trying out body scanners that can alert the police if someone is planning a mass-scale attack.

Why now?

Has there been a tip of such?

It scares me to think of that. Even though I got my earbuds on, I could feel in the air that something is up.

At least I don’t have to stop walking to get scanned.

Or have the TSA swab my palm then next thing I know I’m getting a pat down when I glance on the screen written in big red letters,

Explosives detected!

What a relief.

Or is it?

To read more about the body scanners here is an article I thought might be useful.

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Sidetracked!: My Phone Got Smarter Overnight

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It has been a long while since my last post on this Sidetracked! section. Could it be that my life has been on track all this time?

I doubt it. Ha!

In fact, it has been quite the opposite. Life had been but a straight road. I have encountered a lot of twists and turns (people and places and state of mind, too) that sometimes I ask myself, where the heck is this life going?

Mostly, I go with the flow and deal with it one by one.

So, I was going through my photos on camera roll on my iPhone, looking for something. I have about 12,300 (and counting) photos to search through. So, instead of searching through the thumbnails, I clicked on the search icon (that magnifying lens… currently looking for that magnifying lens icon among the emojis and could not find it). I might have missed it or is it just my imagination that it exists on the emoji selection board?

I really could not find it.

Anyways! Where was I? Ah, I was in the middle of telling you what I was doing with my iPhone.

I was looking for a photo when I accidentally typed in “Bi” on the search bar.

Whoa!

Indexed photos of Bivouacking came up!

I have only heard and used that word when I was in school (which usually happens in senior high school) that there – this bivouac happens.

All this time, I did not even know the spelling of this word – until now iPhone had shown me. Well, I may have a faint idea of how the word is spelled, but seeing the word written in my phone and my photos in it, seemed unreal.

I have never gone bivouacking.

This is bivouacking according to my dictionary, (the free dictionary) …

This is not (at the least) the sense I know of.

Bivouacking, as I know it (from my brother’s and friends’ anecdotal tales), meant sleeping in tight quarters with all your classmates in a one big hall (no camping, no tents), with access to toilets (restricted to very limited use – meaning you go only when they tell you to go) then going out in the wild with weapons on shoulders.

It was war time.

Rows and rows of students with vocally-gifted-of -intense-volume students telling you what to do.

Like time to form a line, put your arms up, when to pick up your weapons and put them on your shoulders, practicing marching, crouching, commando crawling on your elbows and knees … all the while with the students looking ever so alert.

(Might get punished for being slow-moving and yawning!)

If pretending to be alert while doing all these is not enough, well you have to do all these at the crack of day!

Over and over and over.

So you see, I have never done any of those or even heard of these things in a long time.

So, I haven’t gone bivouacking, I’m telling you, my iPhone!

Photos I have on my phone are from just within the year. Most are anyways. There may be a few stray ones that I’ve kept for more than that.

Take for example this Walkers biscuits and Cadbury chocolate bar of mine that I have consumed for countless times this year (ssssshhh!) :

Walkers has been indexed as under the category of afters, baked goods, biscuits, chow, comestibles (not a very common word ’round here I tell you) , cookie, dessert, eats, food, grub, meals…

While my Cadbury chocolate bar is under luggage and suitcase.

Luggage and suitcase? Strange… (scratching my head)

Perhaps it’s the way it was photographed? The outline did look like a luggage.

Perhaps my phone could sense that I want a suitcase full of it?

!!! Now we’re talking!

I hate to admit it. I think my hubby had been right all along.

Me and my phone are one.

Take a look here at some snaps of my snaps :

This one is under my category, “No Freaking Way!”

Look at photo with cupcake, muffin, cake – I tell you, the photo pictured is not any of those.

I thought it looked like a cross between a kiwi and a guyabano (soursop). The size and shape of a potato.

I saw it in the grocery store, was intrigued by it, so I took a photo.

It is, in fact, a kiwano. It is also called a horned melon, according to Wikipedia.

But I did not buy it. So, I would not know how it tastes like.

What about the tap, spigot category? That is my 25th high school reunion fundraising pendant that’s been mistaken for a faucet because it’s shiny?

Next category : My Pets!

Or at least the ones which have visited me. For some reason, they all keep bugging me!

These were/ are my pets, according to my iPhone.

My fave? My beagle! (Who happens to be also my daughter) She’s doing a selfie here.

And the reptile/serpent pics is just the zipper part of my bag.

The malamute? Categorization of this must be based purely on color. It’s actually our cat.

Now, we go to my drinking photos!

I do not know why my phone seems to think this is tavern-ly.

Maybe the photo screams a drunk photographer!

Let me take you to the next one.

Category morning after…. dawns! Then dusks!

It was one of my favorite compilations. I could not blame iPhone for confusing dusk and dawn (although I’m sure it could detect the times these photos were taken so appropriate / accurate indexing is still possible.

Nevertheless, one of my favorite compilations.

This is me and my hubby.

Imagine, my phone cannot deny my singing prowess!

It knows its master 👌

This category, Who Knew?!

Who knew a jacuzzi and kayak is a possibility in one?!

Both photos pertain to our MINI car, in case you’re wondering.

A kangaroo scaled down to a rabbit.

A glimpse of the freeway mean a fleet of combat ships and warships and war vessels.

I could have been wearing a hat and didn’t even know it! (See chapeau)

What about danseuse? What about it? I haven’t even heard of that word. Come on, I was just having fun with the app.

Those big words .. accoutrements and habiliment. Honestly, never heard of them. Both pertain to apparel btw, if you’re in the same decade as I.

Lastly, I have visited tombs. But these photos are not representative of them. Oh well!

I wonder what the dead think of these photos though?

What about you? Care to share any photos on your phone (iPhone or Android?) that are silly-ly (or right-on-ly!) categorized?

I Could’ve Gone Dancing

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When I was single with no boyfriend and no kids, I think I have always have got all the time in the world.

Now, with a husband and kids (not to mention this commute), my thinking is not the same anymore. So, when I get stuck in traffic, my (hidden) anger gets unfurled.

Getting stuck in a really slow traffic jam last Friday was a bummer. Just when I was looking forward to starting my weekend!

Well, I didn’t do much. Just a couple of photos and a call sent to the hubby to let him know that I will be home late.

Didn’t realize just how late I got home! It was almost ten o’clock! It took me almost five hours from the time I left work until I got home.

My kids were almost getting ready for bed!

I could’ve gone dancing!

Maybe I should be more creative with my traffic time. So, here’s what I have gathered most people do when stuck in traffic :

Tweet. Facebook. Take your pick. Either you tweet or facebook about it. I did not see any tweets about the traffic until the next day. I guess I’m more of a whatever-may-come I’ll-deal-with-it kind of person. Besides, I couldn’t do much about it anyways. I just want to get home.

Catch up on phone calls. Call your mom. Call your boyfriend. Call your boss, if you really have to. If you’re a busy busy person that other people need to get a hold of you right away, I guess this is the time to do this.

Read a book. I don’t know about this. I cannot really concentrate on reading if I am driving. Even when stuck in traffic. But that’s just my opinion.

I was tempted to watch Netflix and catch up on my binge-watching but I decided against it. My imagination may drift too far that I may have a hard time snapping back to reality. Yes, I do get like that.

Curse the government. Apparently, this is common in India. Complain about how corrupt government is. Get political. After talking about it with your car mate, complain again. Nothing like complaining can get you revved up.

Get out of the car and stretch. I really, really wanted to do this last Friday. My bum cheeks were already sore from sitting. I wanted to do some jumping jacks quick and get back in the car.

Envy the cars who overtook you. How the heck did they do that?! Were they better mathematicians than you? That’s why I decided against getting out of the car for a stretch. Sheesh.

Feel proud of overtaking other cars. Yes! There are instances that you get this, right? No matter how stupid you feel afterwards when you’re still stuck in traffic.

Ride down memory lane. Don’t you miss that cigarette smoking habit you kicked out years ago? Or have that quesadilla leftover you had for lunch and re-live the cheesy memory of gobbling it down.

Clean out your car. Might as well make it a productive one. I guess.

Meditate. Just try not to lose yourself in it. This is totally my problem. So I cannot do this.

Sing! My favourite pastime of all. Stuck in traffic or not. Especially when I’m all alone. I crank up the volume and sing all my girly songs (according to my hubby). No cares whether I am in tune or not. I just belt it out.

There you go, a rundown of things you can do while in a traffic jam.

It’ll be back to school time again soon so, this list might just prove to be useful.

Are there tactics or activities you do to pass time while stuck in traffic ?