By lex, on November 15th, 2007
One of the things I’ve told my daughters to look for when they venture out into the world and date, you know: Men – is that not all of them are the people they’ll present themselves to be. Some of them will be good folks, and some of them less so. It’s really hard to tell the difference between the two while they’re trying to woo you. There are good men out there. But men can be swine.
I know from men.
Daughters: How do you tell the good guys from the users, dad?
Your Correspondent: Here’s a hint: When he takes you out to dinner, don’t pay so much attention to the way he treats you. He’s trying to impress you. If you want to know how he’ll treat you when the time for impressing you is over, watch the way he treats the waitress. That’ll show you what kind of person he is inside, whether his heart is in the right place, or whether he’s only faking it until he gets what he wants.
I think that’s pretty good advice.
Back To The Index
By lex, on October 25th, 2007
One week minimum. I’ll let you know if it’s longer. Or if we’re finally done.
It’s a combination of things: Personal, professional, academic. Private.
If it’s really over, I’ll put a little something up to say goodbye with.
Surf somewhere else for a while.
By lex, on October 2nd, 2007
Pictures of Arleigh Burkes refueling Russian Federation destroyers brings back memories that even in the bad old days, we still managed to have some fun. I’ve written before about the Bear Box and Gate Guard missions but may have failed to share a story I heard about that occurred during one ship’s transit through.
This particular ship was to start her transit of the box on Christmas Day, which was – in honor of the holiday – scheduled to be a day of relative rest. Holiday routine and a no-fly day to give the flight deck a day off. Since they were entering the Box and didn’t want to be caught flat-footed by long range bombers, they had changed course slightly, stood up alert 5 and 15 fighters and raised the EMCON status to increase the circle of uncertainty – they’d never be found!
By lex, on September 29th, 2007
A bit more than 50 years ago the governor of Arkansas called out his national guard to prevent nine black students from attending Central High in Little Rock. Shortly thereafter, President Dwight Eisenhower sent the 101st Airborne to ensure that they could attend.
In between the world bore witness to the ugliest of emotions: Raw, insensate hatred.
By lex, on August 26th, 2007
Well, the Kat, you may say, is already a full week returned from the camp that so many of you graciously sponsored at no trivial expense: Where is the story, eh? With pictures?
She’ll come around to telling the tale in her own good time I think, but suffice it to say that she did indeed have a wonderful time, earned her driver’s license (!) and was advanced to “Junior Buckaroo,” which – as most of you will have concluded, being the more perceptive (and tasteful) sort – is but a little way removed from the desired, full-on Buckaroo status. It somewhat to do with a harsh test and over-loose reins, I gather. I will admit to a certain degree of relief upon hearing this news, in that full-on Buckaroo status enables a child – perhaps even one’s own – to move up from mere Western-style equitation where it’s points on for precision and smile while you’re at it – to “speed work,” otherwise known as barrel racing.
By lex, on August 8th, 2007
It is always perilous to psychoanalyze at a remove, far more so for the mere enthusiast to apply himself to the task, lacking – as he customarily will – the mind-numbing (not to say soul-destroying) professional jargon to go along with the Pee. Haitch. Dee.
The troll phenomenon is only of cyclical interest to normals and – not least because I apply the term to myself in this instance – I use that definition pretty broadly. But for reasons of my own, and under full awareness that sometimes “naming calls,” my interest is once again piqued.