[OT] Where have I been?

We’re going to California next month. The last time we were there, several years ago, we ate at a Chinese restaurant we really liked. We can’t remember the name of the place but no worries: my phone, by default, keeps track of everyplace I’ve been since May of 2013 (except for a few days when I lost the phone in a taxi in Montreal, so instead it holds a log of every stop the driver made).

Is this a good thing? A bad thing? Or just an it’s-the-21st-century-and-you-might-as-well-not-worry-about-it-because-it-can-be-useful-and-privacy-doesn’t-exist-anymore-anyway thing?

Photos: A Public Service Announcement [OT]

I can’t repeat this enough:

Every important photograph you own needs to have relevant information written on the back: date and names of subjects at the very least.

Digital photos can have the information embedded in the file.

You think you’ll always remember. You won’t. And even if you do, future generations will have no idea why you thought this photo was worth passing down.

(Talking to you, Grandma)

[OT] Stewardesses I Don’t Understand

This is incredibly off-topic — but I bet if I’d waited a few hours, there’d be one or two stewardess-related Thursday comics and I could have tied it all neatly together.

Back in the day, when female flight attendants were considered little more than Runway Models of the Skies, there were a number of age and weight and other requirements for the job. Including the stipulation that they be between 5’2’’ and 5’6”.

And that part puzzles me: can anybody guess why a woman over 5’6” would be unacceptable?

(And remember, a taller woman would still be bound by the weight requirement and the “she has to be a looker” requirement)

My best guess, and I’m pretty sure it’s a terrible guess, is that airlines wanted to get away with buying (and recycling) the least possible number of uniforms.