Despite the wonders that are delivered by digital music today, sometimes I really miss lying on my back on a shag carpet, eyes closed, two huge stack speakers aimed at my head, listening to a quality vinyl record played over excellent analog equipment.
One day I wish to retire to a dictionary.
Sometimes I come untethered.
Sir @ August 26, 2009 # 7 Comments
There is an art to getting stuck in cities via airline issues or mishaps. My history of missing airline flights or somehow finding myself stuck in various places proves to me that I owe my guardian angel a beer. While I’ve airline’d my way hither and yon a fair amount over my lifetime and been [...]
Sir @ August 19, 2009 # 8 Comments
For the previous few years B.D. (Before Dogs), my backyard was a squirrel sanctuary. I recall one early-Fall Saturday morning, standing with coffee in hand gazing through the windows overlooking the deck under the shade of the mighty pecan (tree), busily shedding it’s ‘fruit’ with the frequent *clunk* of nut hitting wood (tee hee). The [...]
Sir @ August 11, 2009 # 10 Comments
Once when I was up with my instructor, we started talking about our jobs. He’d always wondered what execs actually did and why they seemed to wield so much power around the squadrons. I’d always wondered if being a fighter pilot was as great as it seemed. So, we enlightened each other. “Execs”, I explained, [...]
Sir @ August 10, 2009 # 5 Comments
Not dying at the fickle hand of physics develops nerve, sure, but the first solo landing and take off…..that’s gut wrenching. And it really shouldn’t be. By the time you get to that point, you’ve flown metric assloads of patterns and touch-and-gos, so it should all be nearly second nature, but having never done it [...]
Sir @ August 7, 2009 # 11 Comments
The pre-dawn hours of an Alaskan winter morning tend to be ball-risingly cold. Women agree to this, despite their testicular lack, because the concept of being out in such weather invites a sort of ‘duh’ response that’s gender unspecific. Despite such unanimous agreement against it, I frequently dragged my sorry ass out into the blinding [...]