By lex, on December 31st, 2011
Which the missus and I are celebrating ours at home, the chillens being growed up or nearly so. For those of you such as are going out, watch out for them English, for they’re a hazard on the roads when they’ve a drop taken.
Here at Chez Lex, the year 2011 has had its up and downs, and taken as a whole we will not miss it much, malgre the fact that it has ended on a happier note than it began.
Hopefully that trend will continue, for us and for you.
See you next year.
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Posted by lex, on September 1, 2008
Compare and contrast:
Bristol Palin, one of Alaska Gov. Palin’s five children with her husband Todd, is about five months pregnant and is going to keep the child and marry the father, the Palins said in a statement released by the campaign of Republican presidential candidate John McCain.
Bristol Palin made the decision on her own to keep the baby…
(Sarah and Todd Palin): We’re proud of Bristol’s decision to have her baby and even prouder to become grandparents. As Bristol faces the responsibilities of adulthood, she knows she has our unconditional love and support.
(Barack Obama): “Look, I got two daughters — 9 years old and 6 years old,” he said. “I am going to teach them first about values and morals, but if they make a mistake, I don’t want them punished with a baby…
Life’s all about choices, yah?
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Posted by lex, on February 15, 2008
When Newt Gingrich led the Republican Party to leadership of the House of Representatives in 1994 for the first time in 42 years, many pundits credited the revolution to the rise of “angry white men.” I can’t recollect what it was that they were angry about – I was stationed overseas and blooming at the time personally – but I do remember that was the handle sympathetic elites fashioned to what must have been an unsettling moment.
By lex, on November 9th, 2012
Today is the first day I won’t be able to wish him a “Happy Birthday” over the phone via FaceTime, or the Stone-Age method of actually calling. It’s been a very strange experience. We had the standard father-son relationship with hunting trips when we could, talked about life during down times, and of course all things aviation/Navy related. We shared stories and asked what was different and how he did this or I did that. I had hoped to take him in a helicopter for one of his birthdays or as a Christmas gift to show him what flying really is! Joking of course, I just had to give him and his jet buddies a playful jab. As I continue to learn more about what goes into being an aviator, ground jobs and working with other military branches, I find myself wanting to pick up the phone to call him for guidance or just to complain about the day and hear “how it used to be in my time”. I’ll never forget the expertise and words of wisdom he imparted on me in regards to family, friends, and work. I hope to some day be half the man he was. I would like to end with my father’s favorite quote, modified slightly, from Gladiator, “If you find yourself alone, flying in CAVU skies with the sun on your face, do not be troubled. For you are in Elysium, and you’re already dead!” Happy Birthday Old Man! *Raises a pint of Guinness and a shot of Jameson*
By lex, on October 30th, 2012
Friday November 9th is my dad’s birthday and in honor of it my mom would like to get a group together of anyone and everyone who is in San Diego and wants to get a beer (Guinness, of course). The plan is Shakespeare’s Pub on 3701 India St.
San Diego, CA 92103 around 5:30PM and planning to stay until 7 or 8PM. We would love it if whoever can swing it can come by, although we understand not everyone lives in San Diego so we aren’t expecting much.
Also, each of us kids plans on posting a little something on the blog for his birthday so we’re hoping you guys might check that out when the time comes.
Thanks always- Kat
05-23-20 I thought I had gotten all we could get from the Wayback Machine, but I came across a couple more. As to what the “kids” planned on posting, just as 8 years ago, wait and see 😉
And of course the meet at Shakespeare’s was 8 years ago, not this November 9th, although maybe we should have another one in honor of Hizzoner?
Posted by lex, on October 8, 2006
Long-time readers here will know of my admiration for Bernard Lewis, emeritus professor of Middle Eastern studies at Princeton. He has a deep and abiding knowledge of, and respect for, the contributions of Araby and Islam throughout history. His seminal “The Middle East – a Brief History of the Last 2000 Years“ was the most influential book I have read in a decade.
Posted by lex, on October 10, 2005
Dern, I’ve always been bad at anniversaries.
7 OCT 2003, I joined the burgeoning ranks of the pajama clad unwashed:
“Didn’t much about stylsheets*,
didn’t know much about haloscan,
didn’t know much about the RSS,
thought I’d give you all a chance to test
Whether I’d love you and you’d love me,
been two years and now I still can’t see
what a wonderful blog this could be…”
(*I’d apologize to Sam Cooke, but you know, he’s beastly dead**)
(**Free trackbacks to anyone who gets the reference***)
(***No fair using google!)
Update: Maybe I was insufficiently precise *…
** 07-30-20 Link gone – Ed
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Posted by lex, on March 6, 2006
By an 8-0 decision today (newly installed Justice Alito didn’t participate), the Supremes gave the back of their collective hand to the notion, stertorously maintained by law school professors in certain elite universities, that allowing military recruiters the same degree of access as other firms somehow violated those professors’ freedom of speech and association rights. And by the way, pass us another slice of that government cheese, will you?
Posted by lex, on Febuary 13, 2006
I know that some of my readers are young officers and midshipmen, and because nothing ever really changes in the service but the faces and the names, you are by now, or very shortly will be, very likely tired to death of senior officers telling you how envious they are of what you have in front of you. I know that I was, back in the way-back. It was always some grizzled and graying captain – maybe at a winging ceremony, maybe at a “tie cutting” after the first solo, who’d look out into all the fresh faces and say, “I’d give it all up and trade with you in a minute.”