Walking on the Moon

I just finished Made In America, Bill Bryson’s treatise on American English.  A short review is up on Bell, Book, and Candle.

Madame Xanadu #6 & #7, Wagner, Hadley, Friend. Still formulaic, and the art’s been forced into dark, dank, boring places. Really tough to keep going. I think I’ll ride along until #10 and drop this if I don’t have a reason to stay by then. Disappointing.

Will Eisner’s The Spirit #23 & #24, Aragones, Evanier, Amancio/Hardin & Fauchier. While I’ve become less impressed with Madame X as time goes on, Aragones, Evanier and their artist team of the month seem to be hitting their stride. Both of these are smooth, fun, clear Spirit romps. Compared to the best of Eisner’s work, they’re feather light, but they have the a breezy amicability that’s hard to resist. Not great comics, but getting to be a solid read.

Captain America #44 & #45, Brubaker, Ross, Laguna & D’Armata/Magyar&D’Armata. These two end the lightweight arc started in #43. A new villian appears, an old friend is kidnapped and we get to see Batroc the Leaper. And oh, how I love Batroc the Leaper… A fun little arc, but nothing too earth-shattering. Hopefully it’s sowing the seeds for some later excitement.

The Spirit Special #1, Will Eisner. Four classic Spirit stories by the master. It’s particularly interesting to compare the two-part Sand Saref story in here to the version done by Cooke, Bone & Stewart in Will Eisner’s The Spirit #12. The core story is almost exactly the same, yet both draw heavily on the visual and cultural idioms of their time to draw the reader in.

Doktor Sleepless #10, Ellis, Rodriguez. It would be nice if Rodriguez could draw more than one female body type. Admittedly, it’s an appealing frame to hang the differentiating hairstyles on, but come on. These couple issues have been more about putting pieces on the board rather than advancing the plot. We’re certainly learning what the good Doktor has been up to lately, but from multiple viewpoints from players being moved into position. Ellis keeps it engrossing by dribbling out the information and introducing interesting new players.

Secret Six #4, Simone, Scott, Hazlewood. Things are getting tough for our protagonists, and they’re not handling it well. That’s to be expected from people, and they continue to be as believable as characters in a super-hero universe can be. There are still chuckles to be had, but the humor’s tending toward the gallows. And, as one might expect, the character with the most integrity is the one with the fewest scruples. Good stuff.

Sandman: The Dream Hunters #2, Gaiman and Russell. Same great story, different beautiful art and visual interpretation. Comics lovers will enjoy comparing and contrasting the visual treatment of Gaiman’s script by two exceptional artists. A casual reader will enjoy the story and visuals on their own. Great stuff.

Incognito #1, Brubaker and Phillips. The creative team from Criminal doing a take on the pulps from the villain’s point of view. I haven’t been reading Criminal, but after this, a trade paperback or two is in order. Gritty, poetic writing with perfect visuals from Phillips. This is the first step into a twisted world, and I’m looking forward to looking around some.

Reviews of When You Are Engulfed In Flames and The Stuff Of Thought are posted on Bell, Book, and Candle.

If you’re reading Wil Wheaton’s blog, as all right thinking Americans are, you’ve already seen this commercial that’s got every 14-year-old boy in the country giggling.

I’ve been swamped by the holidays and work, so I haven’t been up in a couple weeks. I got a chance to remedy that today, and scooted out to Cable Airport for breakfast at Maniac Mike’s Café. Cable’s another one of the few uncontrolled, privately owned, public use airports in the LA basin – like Flabob. It’s usually an interesting place to drop in to.

I’d like to claim that my couple weeks off was the reason I screwed up my radio work on departure, but honestly, left and right are more fundamental than correct radio syntax. I asked for a right downwind departure and made a left downwind departure. Duh.

The flight out was under astonishingly clear skies. It was so clear I thought I’d mis-set my altimeter and was flying too low. Simply gorgeous views of the San Gabriels en route.

At Cable I joined the pattern (which was hopping) behind a CHP Cessna who was arriving from the opposite direction. My radios were better here, though less formal. Both of us slipped in without incident.

I took a bunch of shots at the airport, including the breathtaking mountains and a wing of RVs that had flown in. I’ve uploaded a couple here and more to Facebook. If you want to see the Facebook pictures and aren’t on there, drop me a line.

Breakfast was good, and I had a cup of coffee with it. I usually don’t indulge, but there’s something about Maniac Mike’s that makes me want a cup. One’s plenty for me, as I have no tolerance whatsoever.

After enjoying breakfast and scoping out the Pacific Flyer, a source of endless entertainment (and some actual reportage), I headed back out to SMO. Before I left I watched a pretty unusual looking aircraft land. It had an in-line gear arrangement like a glider, but was also a powered A/C. Maybe it was some kind of motorglider. In any case, the fellow flying it called it a Europa.

On the return trip I throttled back to a 90 kt. airspeed to enjoy the trip a little longer. I had some other stuff to do, and couldn’t really justify flying too much further, but slower worked just fine. Coming into Santa Monica, the tower asked for best forward speed to the runway to stay out in front of an arriving LearJet. I’m sure the controller was pleasantly surprised to watch me pick up 30 knots on final.

I even made a good landing.

My favorite list of “The Best <whatever> of 2008” so far is The Smoking Gun’s Best Mug Shots of 2008.  Link via The Onion’s AV Club.  Bask in the dumbness.

Oh, and I’d be remiss in my Bacon Guy role if I didn’t tell you that The AV Club taste tested Baconnaise recently.

I posted a capsule review of The American Presidency on Bell, Book, and Candle.

Though I complain about it, there are many cool things about my job. One of those things is that it causes me to occasionally find myself in, say, Spain at 10:30 PM local time on a Sunday and starving after waking up from a jet-lag-induced crash. You may be looking for the good part, and so was I.

I went down to the front desk and asked about the food prospects. It’s Sunday in Madrid and I don’t speak the language. The desk clerk was not optimistic. A man’s gotta eat, so I’m off into the raining night.

I should mention parenthetically that not only is it raining, but I have no umbrella and no jacket; I’m dressed for Los Angeles. It’s nice to live in a place with only nice weather, but it does encourage one to forget to plan for the weather. My continuing inability to learn this lesson is a source of great amusement to my friends.

I walk 100 yards and there’s McDonald’s. It’s nice that I won’t starve, but eating at McDonald’s in Madrid seems to be admitting defeat. I’ll explore further before returning to the golden arches.

By this point, I’m actually getting into the adventure of looking for late night food. It’s always fun to wander around some part of a city that isn’t full of tourists. You get off the beaten path and get to see the people who live here going about their lives. Almost inevitably the most fun I have when traveling are those times.

So I’m pushing along through the cold and I pass a little something or other. I think they call them snack bars in France; it’s a little lunch counter kind of thing. It’s also packed to the gills, like a local bar on a Wisconsin football weekend. There’s a soccer match on. Now if I spoke any Spanish at all, I’d probably go for this, but I’m not excited at nodding and pointing at a bartender in a crowd to try to get a frozen pizza. It’s on the list above the McDonald’s, though, so things are looking up.

The landscape’s getting less promising, though. There are more apartments and small offices and fewer storefronts. There’s a closed bar – “Bar Chappeau” – and some restaurants that are wisely closed. And there’s some small nook that’s selling kebabs. I’m wondering whether this is worth a try, when I see the name of the place – Döner Kebab.

A week ago that wouldn’t have meant anything to me, but sometime in that week – it may have been this afternoon – I saw that name in my friend Phil’s IM status. Phil lives in Geneva, working for Google, and the sort of guy that I’m happy to follow into adventure. So if Döner Kebab is good enough for Phil, it’s good enough for me.

It was pretty much perfect. A made some half-assed attempt to order the special off the menu (and here you want to think sandwich shop menu), and failed miserably. I do not have wonderful pronunciation of languages I allegedly speak, much less ones I don’t. It wasn’t any great leap to figure out that I wasn’t from around here. But the fellow behind the counter replied to me in pretty good English that he was out of fries, but would be happy to cut me a deal on a kebab and a drink. He made the food while conversing with a few folks who were obviously regulars, and I watched Spanish TV on a grainy set and took in the atmosphere.

The kebab was fair. Nothing very tasty, but I was pretty hungry. While I was eating a few more customers came through, including a Japanese woman who was even more lost than I was. He flirted with her a bit and got her on her way with a late night meal. I paid up, and we chatted for a few minutes about the US economy. No, really. This is the kind of small joint magic I love.

Anyway, that’s how the Internet made my life better today. A small association nudged me into a vibrant Spanish slice of life.

The Onion is pointing out a grand opportunity for aviators and would be aviators.

It seems like the lists of allies who signed up to fight the Iraq War seems to change from time to time.  Yes, the two tenses in that sentence might alarm you.  The New York Times notices these things.