Man, I don’t know what I did to get on the weird Trek mailing list but digging through my mail backlog this weekend, I found these from Aaron Falk:
I liked the first one best.
Not to be outdone, Mike Maria (yes he commented on my Motivators post) sent me these:
Leaving work after everyone was gone
An indistinct whiff tugged me toward my past.
Crossing the parking lot
With this city buzzing in my ears
While Its lights washed out the void,
I was small and far from home.
More ominous notions
Voiced through the ether,
Shadows cast on the walls,
Heard only in my mind
Drew me somewhere faraway and small,
where you can still talk to Orion.
And then out to the supermarket.
32169 is back in service after being inspected again. Mostly minor things needed to be fixed, but it won’t be my cheapest annual ever or anything. We’re still wrestling with the EGT and making sure that nothing weird happened to the vacuum pump – and the vacuum pump is by far the more important.
I spent a bunch of time this weekend getting reacquainted with her, and mostly working landings. Every now and again, most pilots get a bug to work on their landings, and I have it. I’ve been reading the aviation mags and seeing some of the bad habits they describe in my landings, so I’ve been working to tune them back up. I’m making good progress, I think, but I suspect that next time I go up for IFR currency with Andy, my CFI, I’ll spend some time landing.
I really don’t want to swamp this poor guy, but: Star Trek Motivation Posters. Oh, yes: they’re geeky.
I have a problem. I can’t seem to stop buying Hellblazer. I’d like to. I mean, I enjoyed Carey’s run, and there are occasional good stories, but I really haven’t looked forward to a Hellblazer story in ages. A sane person would drop the book.
But, see, I have all the issues so far.
I’ve really got to stop this compulsive completeness.
Don’t even get me started about 100 Bullets.
Becuase this blog isn’t enough of a conversation with Rod, I have to point out that:
See, Rod, Keith Phipps understands Tom Petty.
It’s a long flight from San Francisco to Montreal, so I passed the time with an old friend. My review of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn is up in BBC.
It’s been quiet here, but now and again you see something too good not to pass on. So it is with this story of a snappy suit’s origin.
I don’t know if Scott Adams knows why he’s getting extra e-mail about his 4 July 2006 Dilbert, but I do. See, one of his characters told Dilbert that the “insane chick code of ethics” was influencing her behavior. Now, you can be offended by that in lots of ways, but I guarantee that part of the problem is that Adams meant to write “insane-chick code of ethics.” He means “the code of ethics imposed on (or generated by) insane chicks,” not “the code of ethics of all chicks, which is insane.” The second one is what the phrase he wrote unambiguously means. Really. Ask Lynne Truss. Unfortunately, it’s also offensive to more people the way he wrote it. (If nothing else, he’s upset the grammarians.)
And while we’re at it, note that those are descriptions of what the phrases mean. I’m not taking a position on the ethics of insane chicks, women, or any permutation thereof here.
This is my current favorite punctuation example.