By lex, on August 5th, 2006
It was a lovely day for the long route, the weekend course. Thirty-five miles, it runs – up into the hills and mansion drives of Rancho Santa Fe, west through Encinitas, back south down the coastal 101 to Del Mar, and working back east to Carmel Valley (skipping that gruesome climb up Torrey Hills park).
I didn’t get that far.
By lex, on August 1st, 2006
He wrote a note talking about how burdened he had recently become at his new, government service job here in San Diego, then thanked me for listening. I wrote him back:
By lex, on March 17th, 2006
One down, one to go.
We did our final report today for the marketing class – knocked it out of the park. I’d put together a “promotional video” which included a bunch of pictures of things getting blown up by airplanes. You just can’t lose.
Things blowing up tugs at the heartstrings of the aerial warfare class.
Next week! Systems Engineering final. There is no good way tug at the heartstrings of a systems engineer. Is what I’ve found.
Posted by Lex, on March 3, 2006
Eight years, four months. That’s what “the Duke” got for selling his office in a time of war. Could have gotten 10 years. Maybe ought to have. But that’s a long fall for a former Navy fighter pilot, Vietnam ace and oh, yeah: US Congressman.
Greek tragedy? Nah. Obscene venality.
By Lex, on Fri – September 2, 2005
1 1/2 oz. Tequila
3/4 oz. Triple Sec (or Cointreau)
Splash of Sour Mix & a dash of Rose Lime juice
Shake with ice & serve in a salt rimmed glass on the rocks or strain to serve up
Add more liquid and blend with ice for a frozen variation
Garnish with a lime wedge.
By Lex, on Sun – August 28, 2005
Saw an interesting sight today, coming up the 805 from Miramar.
There was all the usual dogfighting and jockeying for position, as apparently invincible drivers of seemingly indestructible Japanese cars weaved and gunned for advantage. Suddenly, just ahead I saw brake lights come on, all across the five lanes of traffic, and just beyond that a CHP motorcycle patrolman weaving rapidly across all of the lanes with his flashers on, like a crazy man.
The drivers in their cars fell back from speeds in the mid-80’s to the low 40’s, looking like nothing more than large and dangerous animals being tamed by a little man on a circus bike. It looked incredibly dangerous, a feat not merely of skill, but also one with great initial risk. He herded us all back, and down, even the Speed Racer invincibles, and just after the 805 joined the 5, his reason became more clear: Just around a small bend in the road, a car was running in the rightmost lane on three tires and a rim at maybe 15 MPH. His tire had come apart somewhere further back, and he only had a few hundred yards more to go before he could clear the highway. The CHP officer’s actions ensured that no one racing around the curve at 80+ MPH would rear end him, no doubt setting off a multiple vehicle accident, complete with horrible injuries and probably fatalities.
How the CHP guy had known about the crippled car I cannot guess, but he had to have known how dangerous such a maneuver would be to him personally. It would have been too easy for one of the knuckle-heads in the traffic flow to try to dart around one of the slower cars in front, and rear-end the CHP bike before anyone could react. The officer did it anyway, to save other’s lives.
There’s just all kinds of courage, is all.
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By Lex, on Wed – August 24, 2005
Two and a half weeks at the salt mines, and by now you’re all probably wondering, “What’s for dinner?” I don’t know, can’t tell you. This forum has its limitations. But enough about you.
It’s a huge place, compared to the old place. In the old place I was a rather large fish in a relatively small pond. I could, all by myself, change stuff. Make decisions. Some of which were Loaded With Consequence. Here? Not so much. Here, captains are a dime a dozen. You can’t swing a dead cat through a full circle without knocking over a raft of O-6’s.