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Rabu, 08 Desember 2010

Peek-A-Boo

So sez Mimi towards the end...


And she wants to be my soul-mate, too.  Sigh.  I guess she'll have to fight it out with Abigail, Lucia, Alice, Wendy, Elsa, and Rhonda... but only if I get to watch.  This also assumes she'll eat a few cheeseburgers in the VERY near future.

We posted this only to call attention to the WX (heh), because we were tempted to do an outdoor Happy Hour today.  It's not all that bad outside, what with it being about 59 degrees as we type.  But I'm thinkin' we'll hold off until tomorrow:


Yeah.  That looks like The Deal.  Don't it?

30 Years Ago

Has it been THAT long?  Really?  Yes.  Yes, it has.  The anniversary of this particular tragedy always plucks at my heartstrings.  Lennon's death wasn't the type of event that one could possibly call earth-shaking, unless you're "of a certain age," or were living in the UK at the time, or both.  And I was both.  I remember hearing the news, oh boy, like it was yesterday.  I was in the 2119th Comm Squadron's technical control facility at RAF Uxbridge in full chemical gear going through one of our semi-annual war game exercises when the news came across the wire.  We continued on with what we were doing, but the FIRST thing most of us did after getting the exercise "all clear" notification was to gather around a teevee to get what few details were coming in from New York.  The rest of the duty day was quiet and solemn for most of us, even the younger troops.  It was hardest for us (relatively) old guys and gals, though.  The key question that ran through our conversation was "Why?"  Why John Lennon?  What did he ever do to anyone?

The Second Mrs. Pennington and I drove home that evening in silence.  We took a light dinner on the floor in front of the TV and watched the Beeb all evening, mostly news capped off with an impromptu Lennon tribute that was very well done, especially considering the lack of time to prepare.  It was a sad and teary evening, to be sure.  Looking back on the event I'm amazed at the emotional impact Lennon's murder had on us... all of us.  It's hard to explain, but I think George is on the right track here. 


Selasa, 07 Desember 2010

More Hockey

Sarah Palin FINALLY does something worthwhile...



Heh.  "I can KILL Rooshians from my house!"  (h/t:  Wyshynski and Tina Fey, of course.)

Your Hockey Update

Here's the lede graf from Paul at Kukla's Korner, quoting the Usual Hockey Suspects at ESPN:
With the first quarter of the season in the books, Scott Burnside (East) and Pierre LeBrun (West) evaluate each team’s performance:
Eastern Conference
Pittsburgh Penguins
Grade: A
Trending: Up
Summary: The Penguins roared into the second quarter of the NHL season riding a nine-game winning streak and with captain Sidney Crosby playing as well as he ever has (he has put up points in 16 straight games as of Tuesday). Marc-Andre Fleury appears to have found his mojo and the Penguins look like a team to be reckoned with come April.
Western Conference
Detroit Red Wings
Grade: A-plus
Trending: Up
Summary: A second-round exit last season had some people wondering if the NHL’s model franchise was nearing a downturn after being one of the elite squads for 15 or so seasons. Um, scratch that thought. The Wings are back and apparently as great as ever, screaming out of the gates in the opening two months of the season with the best record in the Western Conference. Nicklas Lidstrom appears ageless at 40, Pavel Datsyuk and Henrik Zetterberg both deserve Hart Trophy consideration, and Jimmy Howard just can’t lose a game. Life is grand in Hockeytown, USA.
 Well, Jimmy CAN... and did... lose a game.  Last night, to be more specific, against the Hated Tiburones of someplace out on the Left Coast.  But, Hey! ... 17-5-3 is still good enough to lead the Western Conference by three points.  

SN1 and I watched the game together but separate last evening, as is our custom.  In so doing we got off into the weeds and began discussing the NHL in general and prospective match-ups for the Wings in the Stanley Cup Final, should it come to that.  Buck asked if it was really, rilly true that the Flightless Birds were on a ten game winning streak and I replied in the affirmative, assuming they won their game last night, which they did.  I believe it was at that particular point in time when SN1 mentioned that SN2 was liable to bring this lil fact up in our next conversation, what with SN2 being a Flightless Birds bandwagoneer since he took up residence in the Steel City.  I laughed and acknowledged that that was indeed a possibility... and since we're on the subject, I was thinking about buying SN2 one of those ghey third jerseys the Flightless Birds wear every so often as a Christmas present.  Which got a laugh out of SN1, of course.  "Do it!," sez he... "I dare ya!"

I won't do that.  I'm not gonna drop well over a hundred Yankee Dollars on something I KNOW SN2 wouldn't wear.  I don't know how any self-respecting hockey player can wear that sweater, let alone a sometimes-fan.  Hell, it might as well be pink.  Just sayin'.

Senin, 06 Desember 2010

Pearl Harbor Day

A re-run from last year, which includes a re-run from 2006 as well.

Pearl Harbor Day

Sixty-eight years ago today... "a date which will live in infamy"... the nation was shocked out of its complacency and determination to stay out of the conflict engulfing the rest of the civilized world by the horrific Japanese sneak attack on Pearl Harbor.  Here's an excerpt from President Roosevelt's speech to congress on the following day:


The men who fought back at Pearl Harbor formed the Pearl Harbor Survivors Association about ten years after the war and they used to hold a reunion in Hawaii every five years... until 2006, when they held their last reunion there.  I published this post to mark that occasion (note that the link to the news article is dead now):

Pearl Harbor Day



The USS Arizona - Then and Now (U.S. Navy photographs)

It’s said — quite often and by many, many people — that 9/11/2001 “changed everything.” And it is indeed true for the current generations of Americans. But I’ll submit that 12/07/1941 “changed everything” to a degree it is impossible for us who were not alive and going about our business on that Sunday in December, 1941 to realize. Those of us whose parents were members of The Greatest Generation understand my point. A smaller subset, those of us whose parents fought in World War II, understand the point a little bit better, perhaps. We have the benefit of hearing the first-person narratives of that day in December 1941, and stories from the long, long days that followed…from the dark and despair of the war’s first year to the signing of the Japanese surrender on the decks of the USS Missouri in Tokyo Bay not quite four years later. And a lot in between.
They are leaving us. The Pearl Harbor Survivors Association is holding their last meeting today.
PEARL HARBOR, Hawaii - With their number quickly dwindling, survivors of Pearl Harbor will gather Thursday one last time to honor those killed by the Japanese 65 years ago, and to mark a day that lives in infamy.
This will be their last visit to this watery grave to share stories, exchange smiles, find peace and salute their fallen friends. This, they say, will be their final farewell.
"This will be one to remember," said Mal Middlesworth, president of the Pearl Harbor Survivors Association. "It's going to be something that we'll cherish forever."
The survivors have met here every five years for four decades, but they're now in their 80s or 90s and are not counting on a 70th reunion. They have made every effort to report for one final roll call.
Their last meeting. I know All Things Must Pass, but it saddens me so. We owe them so much, and our thank-yous seem inadequate compared to the sacrifices they made.
But: We shall continue, we shall honor their sacrifices, we will remember, and we shall rededicate ourselves to the task that faces this generation…the one that began on 9/11/2001. The Greatest Generation expects it from us.
The 2006 news article may not be available any longer, but the Pearl Harbor Survivors Association is still alive and kicking.  They are few now, but thank God some of those heroes are still around.  It won't be too much longer until they're all gone and as I said above: "It saddens me so."

Who Are All These Tarts...

... and why are they following me?


You'd think Abigail, Lucia, Alice, Wendy, Elsa, and Rhonda would realize that I haven't issued a single tweet since June 2nd of this year.  You'll also note the e-mails were unread when deleted.  Talk about a waste o' time...  Spammers SUCK.

More Good Stuff In Today's Mail

To wit:


Yays!  More mood altering substances for Ol' Farts (which are sorely needed at this point in time) plus additional inventory storage space!  The humidor is pretty spiffy looking, but it would be much better if it were glass and not plastic.  But, Hey!  We're not complainin'.   Too much.  

So, it's decision time... which of these beauties should I fire up?
2 x Graycliff Crystal Edicion Limitada Presidente (7.2"x50)
2 x Rocky Patel Decade Toro (6.5"x52)
2 x Oliva Master Blends III Torpedo (6"x52)
2 x Gurkha Centurian Double X (6"x60)
2 x Man O' War Virtue Toro (6"x50)
I'm thinkin' it's gonna be a Gurkha.  Those puppies are good lookin' cee-gars.

Minggu, 05 Desember 2010

Some Days You Just Can't Win

We're just back from our bi-weekly beer and commissary run out to Cannon Airplane Patch and we were looking forward to another episode of "Broadening Our Horizons" with a Lips of Faith Sour Brown Ale which looks like the pic on the right, below.  But we won't be able to do so because of the weirdest turn of events.  To wit, this:


That, Gentle Reader, is a hole right DEAD center in the bottle cap.  I loaded the beer right up close to the passenger compartment firewall in the trunk, as I always do.  I felt a slight "ping" when I shut the trunk lid but thought nothing of it... until I got home and began unloading my groceries.  I noticed the trunk smelled a lot like beer and I had the briefest "uh-oh" sort of thought.  But a cursory examination revealed no broken bottles in the bags... so where was the smell coming from?  

All was revealed once I got indoors.  Apparently the hinge pin on the trunk latch caught the bottle of La Folie right dead center in the bottle cap, punching a neat lil hole in it.  Although the bottle remained upright during the trip home, the to and fro motion of my exuberant driving was enough to cause half of the bottle's contents to leak into the bag it was in, along with a significant amount which leaked out of the bag and on to the trunk's carpeting.  Sigh.

Well, that's that.  I'm afraid to drink the beer for fear there might be small glass particles therein.  So... it looks like I just threw away 14 Yankee dollars.  It sure smelled good, tho.

Update, 1338 hrs:  I decided to drink what was left, after all.  I uncapped the bottle and felt around the lip to find no jagged edges, so I think I'm safe.  It's pretty danged good, even considering the fact I'm drinking it at room temperature.  That's no big deal... we DID live in Ol' Blighty for three years.

Sabtu, 04 Desember 2010

This Is Just WAAAY-Cool

Via a tweet from USAF... a virtual tour of the National Museum of the US Air Force.  This is just the coolest danged thing I've seen on the 'net this year.  Here's a screen shot of the presidential aircraft gallery (click to view full-screen):


I haven't been to the USAF museum in ages but I WILL spend more than a few hours with this app just as soon as today's marquee games are over.  It doesn't appear that all the museum's galleries are loaded in the app yet, but as far as the one's that ARE there... Wow!  Just... wow!  You can pan, zoom in and out, look up and down, and move around the galleries to your heart's content.  To say this is a plane pr0n lover's dream is quite the understatement!

Jumat, 03 Desember 2010

Christmas Music

Occasional Reader Rob sends along the following, via Theo Spark:



I'm on the record in these pages as one who tires easily... VERY easily... of ubiquitous Christmas Muzak.  But I'll make an exception here.  This is one carol... and prolly a Barbara, or a Caroline, and mebbe even a Penelope... that I'll come back to, again and again.  Such a lovely tune.

Unintended Humor

So... I wake up this morning and what's the FIRST thing I see?  This:


Note the crawl.  How frickin' appropriate is that?

In other news... I try to be respectful of the office of the president; I try to remember the words I used to live by, i.e., "we salute the uniform, not the man;" The Deity At Hand KNOWS I try.  But damn it's hard when you have such a self-serving, pandering son of a bitch like this guy in office.  I'm speaking specifically of the remarks he just made at Bagram AB, you know there's other stuff as well.

And now to pour my first cup.  I shouldn't post when I'm not fully caffeinated... we do have black helicopters within about three minutes flight time of me.

Kamis, 02 Desember 2010

Not Your Father's Air Force VII

I received this lil blurb a few days ago... the last day of November, to be precise... and didn't post it because we had other, smaller, and way more mediocre fish to fry.  But that was then and this is now.
A Diversity Roadmap: Air Force officials have launched a Diversity Strategic Roadmap designed to help the service "attract, recruit, develop, and retain a high quality, talented Total Force." Members of the Air Force diversity operations division wrote the document and officials in USAF's manpower and personnel directorate are charged with overseeing execution of the roadmap's priorities. "We hope to foster an environment in which every individual's contribution is valued and respected and we can capitalize on the uniqueness of each airman to enhance organizational effectiveness and readiness," said Lt. Gen. Richard Newton, deputy chief of staff for manpower and personnel. He added, "Diversity allows everyone . . . to reach his or her potential and provide their capabilities to the Air Force and to the joint team." The Air Force released the document on Nov. 17. (SAF/PA report by TSgt. Amaani Lyle) (Diversity Strategic Roadmap full text)
"...and we can capitalize on the uniqueness of each airman..." Oh, my aching ass.   You don't wanna know how many times I was taken to the woodshed for expressing my "uniqueness" back in the day.  Ah, well.  That was then, this is now.  One certainly wonders just how unique you can possibly be while wearing the uniform.  O, the sheer frickin' irony of it all.

I was gonna quote something snarky about "diversity" and its inherent evils, so off we went to Google in search of blog-fodder.  I was amazed at the result of my search, wherein Google corrected me ever-so-gently while substituting the correct "diversity grants" for "diversity rants."   I shit thee not, and here's proof:


Nevermind.  Just never fucking mind.  I give up.  I'll just quietly fold my tent, sneak off into the night, and apply for one of those grants... I can always serve as a bad example, if nothing else.

Didja Ever Have One of Those Days?

Well, I'm having one today.  I didn't go to bed this morning until well after sunrise, slept in until 1330 hrs, and am just now finishing up the morning (!) coffee.  In so doing I blew one of the best days we've had here on The High Plains of New Mexico in quite some time... mid-60s, totally calm with zero wind, and bright, bright sunshine.  Today would have been a perfect day for a mo'sickle ride, something I haven't done in so long I'm beginning to wonder if I've forgotten how.  This is obviously small-beer in the wide, wonderful world of missed opportunities but I tend to hate look upon myself with great displeasure when I let shi'ite like this happen.

I know:  bitch, bitch, bitch.  Beer me!

Rabu, 01 Desember 2010

Watch This...

... if you're in to politics, if you're concerned about the deficit, and especially if you happen to be the sort who believes nothing can be done.  Something CAN be done and these two gentlemen put viable, reasonable proposals on the table.  Good proposals.  Some highlights right here, from last night's PBS Newshour:



Alan Simpson is my newest hero.  The man doesn't mince words, doesn't even THINK about mincing words.  Erskine Bowles appears to be cut from the same cloth, even if he is a Democrat.  I intend to write my congresscritters and implore them to support and implement the Simpson-Bowles recommendations.  These recommendations are something Tea Partiers ought to adopt as their own, or at least support in no uncertain manner.  We've had enough bullshit rhetoric --  the time to act is NOW... and the new House of Representatives just might do it.  I'm hopeful.

More in the WSJ, including another short video.

Today's Happy Hour Soundtrack

Today we're enjoying our first outdoor Happy Hour in quite a while and it is VERY nice to be sitting outside in a warm late-autumn sun... beer, book, and cigar in (at?) hand.  Our soundtrack today is the Rolling Stones... and how could it NOT be, seein' as how we continue to read Keef's memoirs, albeit slowly but oh-so-deliberately.  And so it came to this, one of my all-time faves...



About which (to begin with), this:
“Wild Horses” almost wrote itself. It was really a lot to do with, once again, fucking around with the tunings. I found these chords, especially doing it on a twelve-string to start with, which gave the song this character and sound. There’s a certain forlornness that can come out of a twelve-string. I started off, I think, on a regular six-string open E, and it sounded very nice, but sometimes you just get these ideas. What if I open tuned a twelve-string? All it meant was translate what Mississippi Fred McDowell was doing—twelve-string slide—into five-string mode, which meant a ten-string guitar. I now have a couple custom built for that. It was one of those magical moments when things come together. It’s like “Satisfaction.” You just dream it, and suddenly it’s all in your hands. Once you’ve got the vision in your mind of wild horses, I mean, what’s the next phrase you’re going to use? It’s got to be “couldn’t drag me away.”
That’s one of the great things about songwriting; it’s not an intellectual experience. One might have to apply the brain here and there, but basically it’s capturing moments. Jim Dickinson, bless him—he died August 15, 2009, while I was writing this book—will say later on what “Wild Horses” was “about.” I’m not sure. I never thought about songwriting as writing a diary, although sometimes in retrospect you realize that some of it is like that.
What is it that makes you want to write songs? In a way you want to stretch yourself into other people’s hearts. You want to plant yourself there, or at least get a resonance, where other people become a bigger instrument than the one you’re playing. It becomes almost an obsession to touch other people. To write a song that is remembered and taken to heart is a connection, a touching of bases. A thread that runs through all of us. A stab to the heart. Sometimes I think songwriting is about tightening the heartstrings as much as possible without bringing on a heart attack.
That's from Life, of course. "Wild Horses" and I go back to the day "Sticky Fingers" was released, days that found me on Turkey's beautiful Black Sea coast and in the throes of a love affair with a (then) unobtainable woman.  The song remained a favorite down through the years, mainly for the plaintive and oh-so-familiar emotions the song evokes.  These days the lyrics take on an entirely different but no less applicable meaning.  I'd be thinking of this:
I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you've decided to show me the same
But no sweet, vain exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind 

That, of course, is a story much too long to go into.  It's true what Keef sez, tho: the best tunes are all about tightening the heartstrings, a stab to the heart.  What's funny-strange is how the meaning and/or relevance changes down thru the years yet remains as true as it ever was.  Perhaps even more so.

Always the Freakin' Critic

There are times when Google doesn't like the comments I leave around the net but this time their criticism has gone a bit far (click to embiggen, of course).


That was NOT horsepoop, I don't care WHAT they think at the Googleplex.  Asshats. 

In the News...



The Ego Has Landed

Here's one of our favorite bits from the New York Times WikiLeaks story:

Bargaining to empty the Guantánamo Bay prison: When American diplomats pressed other countries to resettle detainees, they became reluctant players in a State Department version of "Let's Make a Deal." Slovenia was told to take a prisoner if it wanted to meet with President Obama.
And if the Slovenians didn't want to meet with President Obama, they'd have to take two prisoners!
Today's Times, meanwhile, reports that "the fifth edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (due out in 2013, and known as DSM-5) has eliminated five of the 10 personality disorders that are listed in the current edition":

Narcissistic personality disorder is the most well-known of the five. . . .
The central requirement for N.P.D. is a special kind of self-absorption: a grandiose sense of self, a serious miscalculation of one's abilities and potential that is often accompanied by fantasies of greatness. . . .
The second requirement for N.P.D.: since the narcissist is so convinced of his high station (most are men), he automatically expects that others will recognize his superior qualities and will tell him so. . . .
Finally, the narcissist, who longs for the approval and admiration of others, is often clueless about how things look from someone else's perspective. Narcissists are very sensitive to being overlooked or slighted in the smallest fashion, but they often fail to recognize when they are doing it to others.
Most of us would agree that this is an easily recognizable profile, and it is a puzzle why the manual's committee on personality disorders has decided to throw N.P.D. off the bus.
Can the timing be coincidental? And don't they mean "under the bus"?
The first bullet point describes more than a few politicos and one or two people I actually know.  But, Hey!  Self-absorption is no longer a problem!  The lunatics HAVE taken over the asylum.