My time up in the air was, as always, complete bliss. Despite the cramped conditions and rampant flatulence from the crush of humanity around me—what is it about airplanes that makes people fart so much? scientists, can you please do a study?—I adore my time on airplanes. I always have. Last October I did 10 hours to Tokyo like a pro. In fact, any flight that lasts for less than five hours—which is any flight that isn’t going from one coast to another—always feels prematurely truncated to me. Whenever the announcement is made that the cabin needs to be prepared…