We are well, and everything is well and all manner of things are well. It may or may not be obvious to either of my readers, but the posts of the last two days were written before we ever left the Left Coast, which probably explains the strange absence of any comment on the untimely death of Mr. James Brown.
When I gave up swimming first for soccer and then for fencing, it had not been made at all clear to me the side benefits of the sport. For Oz, losing national treasure Stephanie Rice to Michael Phelps would be unthinkable, it’d be like losing the Olympic medal count to… to… Well: England.
Iowahawk thinks that Obama’s new grass roots effort might not be all that.
In Perrysville, Indiana, special forces douchebag Meilani Cohen uses a softer sarcasm approach when wooing Hoosier swing votes to the Obama column. For the last week, Cohen has been conducting a traveling one-woman show of “Six Years of Tuition,” the pink fiberglass rock that was her Yale Art School master’s thesis.
“The piece is a great conversation starter with the local proletariat,” says Cohen. “I use it to demonstrate how Obama is all about change and unity, and cutting edge postmodern sculpture, and how he will fund public arts programs to bring it to their dismal little hellhole towns.
Today, constant reader, is National Aviation Day.You are encouraged, among other things, to invite the people of the United States to observe National Aviation Day with appropriate exercises to further stimulate interest in aviation in the United States. You might buy a pilot lunch, or tell him, oh, yes, very, when he asks you whether you’d like to go flying in that keen little plane he’s been ogling. If only for the appreciation that’s in it.
Might I recommend some aviation themed cocktails for that special someone?
Aviation – gin, maraschino liqueur, lemon juice
Kamakazi – vodka, triple sec, lime juice
Tailspin – gin, Sweet Vermouth, Green Chartreuse, Campari, (sounds horrible, no wonder it’s called a tailspin)
Jolly Pilot – gin, brandy, Cointreau, Sherry, Angostura bitters
Sky Pilot – gin, crème de noyeau, orange juice, Sherry
The last few years, I have been getting subtle reminders that I am….getting old. Not that my spirit is feeling old. On the contrary, it is still 20 years old. But it does tell the body to do some things and the body just laughs.
The pictures I took as a 22-year-old Pfc in Germany seem to get a small but steady audience in Europe. Same for my pictures of Australia and the South Pacific when I was in my 30s. And even Germany in my 40s, a couple of years after the wall came down.
Well, Thursday was the command holiday party and a good time was had by all to the extent that Friday was a day off. That permitted your correspondent to get his Class II FAA Flight Physical, the only barrier standing between himself and flying passengers for hire up, up in the burning blue. At all of 2500 feet.
Having just completed the preliminaries for a short form flight physical for the Navy – my last, he wrote thoughtfully – I feel qualified to say that the more you pay for, the less you get. Which is fine by me.
NASA scientists now attribute Arctic warming to decadal trends having to do with ocean circulation and salinity, rather than anthropogenic global warming:
Reporting in Geophysical Research Letters, the authors attribute the reversal to a weakened Arctic Oscillation, a major atmospheric circulation pattern in the northern hemisphere. The weakening reduced the salinity of the upper ocean near the North Pole, decreasing its weight and changing its circulation.
“Our study confirms many changes seen in upper Arctic Ocean circulation in the 1990s were mostly decadal in nature, rather than trends caused by global warming,” said Morison.
This may help to explain why Antarctic ice sheets have actually grown thicker over the same time frame.
A Berkeley watchdog organization that tracks military spending said it uncovered a strange U.S. military proposal to create a hormone bomb that could purportedly turn enemy soldiers into homosexuals and make them more interested in sex than fighting.
Pentagon officials on Friday confirmed to CBS 5 that military leaders had considered, and then subsquently (sic) rejected, building the so-called “Gay Bomb.”
Edward Hammond, of Berkeley’s Sunshine Project, had used the Freedom of Information Act to obtain a copy of the proposal from the Air Force’s Wright Laboratory in Dayton, Ohio.
As part of a military effort to develop non-lethal weapons, the proposal suggested, “One distasteful but completely non-lethal example would be strong aphrodisiacs, especially if the chemical also caused homosexual behavior.”
Not surprisingly, this was a USAF initiative.
I mean, it can get lonely out there on the alert pad. Is what I’ve heard.
** 10/09/20 Original link gone; substitute found – Ed.
Oh, speak muse! And sing to me faint praises of academia, for if I were inclined to seek employment yet again, in the warm embrace of Navy blue (with overcoats and gloves) ten moons hence, rather than go softly into that good night, of retirement and contractorhood, I might yet be persuaded (if only for the command pin that’s in it) – make no mention of the co-eds.
Tho’ being a cautious sailor, yet neither am I unmindful of the brutal winter weather, the taxes and the wild-eyed liberals which hazards accumulate one atop the other in repellent combination the first of which might render me an absent father and a geographic bachelor, the second much the poorer in pocket and the third – Oh, worst of all! – poorer still in soul.