Showing posts from February, 2013

Frontier Airlines' Squeaky Squeegee Sounds

I had never flown with Frontier Airlines—in fact I'd hardly even heard of them—until just a few months ago, when I flew from DC to Phoenix (through Denver) to spend Christmas with my girlfriend and her family in central Arizona. (Apparently, however, Frontier will no longer offer service to Phoenix in little over a month.) Just yesterday I flew Frontier again, going from DC to Denver and then from Denver to Fargo in order to spend my spring break with my girlfriend in Fargo-Moorhead. Overall I've really appreciated Frontier—their good service, (relatively) cheap prices, and the cute animal mascots they have. There's just been one weird experience, however, that I've had on all six of my Frontier flights: It's a very weird sound the airplane makes before takeoff and after landing, and I had never heard it anywhere else before.

Why Not Sakartvelo?

Well, here's a question for you: Why don't we call other countries by the names they call themselves? For example, the names of Germany seem particularly silly, with different languages using radically different words to refer to the same place. If we all just called it Deutschland it'd be quite a bit easier to understand each other. I mean, Deutschland isn't that difficult to pronounce, and I'm sure the Germans (excuse me, the Deutsch) would appreciate the gesture of respect toward the name they use for themselves.

If you don't agree with me on that point, however, consider this: Why don't we at least call other countries by the names they call themselves when doing so would make things easier for us?

In this case I am referring specifically to the country we call Georgia, located in the Caucasus Mountains along the divide between Europe and Asia. In the United States, however, (and probably in English generally), the name Georgia typically refers to the

The Arteaga Expedition to Alaska of 1779

You may or may not have noticed an absence of posting here for nearly the last two weeks. This is due to the fact that Iʼve been hammering away at my senior thesis in history, and just last Sunday morning I turned in my second batch of writing to be read and critiqued by my peers. That being the case, I now have a little bit of time to turn to writing on the blog, but given that I can't think of anything else to write about, I'm going to post a story here from the content of my thesis. The following is some of the history from the Spanish expedition of Ignacio Arteaga, which came to Bucareli Bay on the west coast of Prince of Wales Island in May of 1779.

Please note that I've adjusted this from what's written in my thesis. I hope you enjoy the story.