Today (23rd) is St George’s Day, the patron saint of England. The traditional way of celebrating St George’s Day is to look at the calendar on the 24th and say “Oh look, it was St George’s Day yesterday.”
Today (23rd) is St George’s Day, the patron saint of England. The traditional way of celebrating St George’s Day is to look at the calendar on the 24th and say “Oh look, it was St George’s Day yesterday.”
Now officially For Sale.
So I’m finally in triple-digits…so long as we’re counting cents as digits. As a reminder, I’m curious to see how a no-name, sparse-content, personal blog will perform using Google’s AdSense program. I’ve taken a little time to spruce up the site, mostly as a side-effect of squeezing in the ads, but apart from that I’m not really changing anything (I did have a wave of posting enthusiasm, but that too has passed).
I know that there are many people making a living from AdSense, and many more noticeably supplementing their income. Thus far this would seem to fall clearly into the ‘other people’ bucket.
When I was 16 I did a parachute jump. I’ve since grown out of such excitement, preferring to live my life vicariously through the gift of television. But at the time it seemed like a good idea. I did a static line jump, which meant the parachute release was attached to the plane rather than depending on me to pull the ripcord. This freed me up to focus all of my brain power on blind, abject terror with just a hint of what-the-hell-did-I-sign-up-to-do-this-for.
The jump was from 2,200 feet. At a steady 55mph this would take around 27 seconds; in free-fall it would take closer to 9 seconds. I did check the math on that bit, but I didn’t need to. The fact that you have 9 seconds to get some fabric above you when you jump from 2,200 feet is a fact as clear to me as my date of birth, and will always be. Needless to say, once you’re up to 8 seconds it’s probably not worth bothering with the rip cord anyway.
The traditional height to jump from is 2,000 feet, I believe, but the instructors wanted to give us a full 2,000 feet of dangling from a scrap of cloth, so they added the 200 feet on top because that’s how long it takes for the ‘chute to open. This may give you some idea of why I found the following snippet from a story about a war-time SOE operative in France:
She was parachuted into France from 300ft (91 metres) on the third attempt – regarded as an extremely low jumping point. Other attempts had been abandoned because the situation on the ground was considered too dangerous.
At the time, Mrs Cornioley said, she was “delighted to be in one piece and back on French soil” after finally making the jump.
Sqn Ldr Cowsill, who has completed nearly 1,000 jumps, said: “If I was to jump at 300ft it would be without exception the most frightening experience I would ever undertake.”
Squadron Leader Cowsill nails it. That first 200 feet would take around 2 seconds, and the remainder of the jump would be perhaps another 5 seconds. In that time you have to accelerate from scared at what’s ahead, through oh-my-god-I’m-going to die, and into legs together, spot the ground, bend at the knees and roll.
Around 300 feet is also the height that they advise you to get ready to land. Partly that’s because at that point you’re close enough that you can see pretty clearly where you’re going to hit (whether you want to or not), and you have just enough time to do any final adjustments to your heading. But mainly it’s because after the relatively calm 90-second descent you’ve enjoyed up to that point, the ground will rush up to meet you faster than you can comprehend without doing it. There was more than enough going on for me in that 300 feet already, without having to cram in the entire jump.
In case you’re wondering, the summary for my jump was “Head down and running, otherwise OK.” A common reaction upon finding oneself flying without benefit of lift is to lower the head and run like hell. Not, given the circumstance, the most constructive thing to do, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Or at least I assume it did; I have no memory of the span between jumping out and shouting “…thousand, check canopy!”
We’re flying back to the UK in July, and were looking for a cheap ticket (of course). From Minneapolis the cheapest option was to fly to Chicago, then Dublin, then either Manchester or Birmingham. We decided that on the way we’d stop in New York for a week to see family, and while investigating possible flights discovered that the two separate journeys either worked out cheaper than booking the entire trip in one go, or were about the same price but required only one stop (the one we wanted!)
This got me thinking that if you’re flying from a big hub city (not a notional one like Minneapolis), and particularly from the biggest cities like New York, it’s worth spending a few minutes to investigate similar options. Many cities will have airlines offering cheap flights to and from NYC, and there are similar good deals from New York to many European destinations. In theory the price optimization the airlines use should catch and match such options, but in practice they’re not able to compete against all airlines on all routes, and often don’t even want to – there are sufficient buyers out there who just book the straight ticket to put much effort into catching the wily or blundering 1% like me (and now you).