Someone emailed me the following, oh tongue in cheek, sure, brings a smile, sure; but!, it isn’t to far off the mark is it??
Mmm, will this work? I hope so….Does anyone remember the Steve Allen show? I sure do, one forgets how musical he was. Here is Steve on the piano with J. Kerouac laying it down in the foreground. Cool man, real cool. http://tedbarron.com/BWF-October-2009/06-M%E9xico-City-Blues.mp3 (I don’t know well enough all the machinations of this blog. Ergo; I have to just display the url that should take you there. Sorry ,enjoy)
Guts vs. balls!:
GUTS – Is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being met by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask: ‘Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?’
BALLS – Is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the butt and having the balls to say: ‘You’re next’
I hope this clears up any confusion on the definitions.
Phew! blows me away!!
Games anyone? LOL
Interested in things Egyptian? Do not pass this by!!
Nothing earthshaking or necessarily extreme, but a bunch of interesting goodies.
That’s ice down there!! what some folks, will/can do!!
A Bald Eagle nesting pair cam…not a series of stills 30′ apart, but nearly streaming!!
Fantastic 100 yr. old house out in Rhode Island’s Narragansett Bay!
(Now this, this is the biggest news to come out this year!!);
Apple announced today that it has developed a breast implant that can store and play music. The iTit will cost from $499 to $699, depending on cup and speaker size.
This is considered a major social breakthrough, because women are always complaining about men staring at their breasts and not listening to them.
Way cool, lotsa stuff!
Yea, yea, yea, I know, but the world is literally rife with it; this is a large business in which there are no bad buys, no good guys, only intelligence, true survival of the fittest.
Time to move, dude!!
I have had a mini-war within myself the last few minutes…can’t say whether ‘I’ won or not lol….so I say; I feel vindicated, very vindicated….we are going back to the same ol’ same 0l’.…
Google is incredible for the unbelievable mounds of information of all types they assemble, have assembled, us included. Haven’t delved into this site yet, but shows promise to shed light on this. I am excited for Google, it is seeking to record every piece of written work on the planet ever done, or something like that. Now for that I say, go Google go!!
Mmm, is this where one takes their food in hand! (An outrageous pun! See why!)
More and more I am occasionally enjoying watching a ‘free’ movie on line on my computer……am anxious about this site.
An email I sent to my wife and oldest daughter this morning, thought yo all would also enjoy:
Had an enjoyable interlude this morning. Thought you all may enjoy.
Pulled into the Shell, corner of 95 & 21. At the pump, also just starting was a priest. Youngish, early maybe mid-30′s. The Imp of the Perverse took over, I said; “Wanna hear a good joke?” He said, not condescendingly but as if a priest doesn’t have time in life for that kind of thing; “Sure, why not.?” I laughed, said I know God had a sense of humor (I shut up, didn’t say why I knew that, proud of myself for that!:). So I told him the joke of the Rabbi called to the states by a small synagogue. Have I told that joke, have you heard me tell it? Surely, is one of the funniest I know. I think the priest was going to listen to the joke, smile, enjoy the time, see if there was ‘a way in.’ He was surprised, the punch line ripped a belly laugh out of him a mile long, I could tell it caught him off guard. Betcha he will try to tell it again!! He crossed himself!! LOL don’t know if that were for me or himself LOLOL. Anyway, it was worth it, the Imp and I enjoyed it immensely.
No trick photography, no paint shop, the guy paints himself!!
Percentage of mark up on medicines. If you regularly use a medicine, I urge you to see this site for where to go to save well over half. no b.s.
My favorite quote of the day;
Beautiful Holland village, no roads, just boats….sigh
What were we to do? We went ahead with the funeral.
- ROSA SAMPAIO,
- niece of Brazilian man Ademir Jorge Goncalves, who shocked his family by showing up to his own funeral; Goncalves had been identified as the victim of a car crash the previous day
I love this kind of thing, so cool! A waterfall underwater?!!??
Wife and daughters have phones that have ‘e-reader’ aps on them. I have a palm pilot, we all have them loaded for reading. I love it! Oh, I still use the library, but having that palm pilot along for the occasional times I have to wait for something is a true blessing.
Ah, one of the major reasons I walked out on a church service, never went back – except to perform music, admittedly some of the best!
Doesn’t matter if you have one credit card are a dozen, read this article.
How to sound positively brilliant!!
Sorta xxx, but fun, some smiles too….
A really big ice cube!!!!
An important police tool now on the web.
News from the other side inside….
Some cool stuff here, check out the autistic basketball player, awesome!
Like to bake? Check it out.
Of course, go to the site for more goodies. :)
I like this kind of thing. I guess one criticism would be the video is so off beat,has a story line it puts the music in the background.
Got this in email from a friend today….interesting, no?:
Everyone in the cleaning industry has always been told that hand dryers in restrooms are not sanitary, they spread germs and bacteria around. I always thought that this just came from the paper companies because they are loosing sales to the hand dryers.
A couple of years ago, I was working with a rep, and I noticed that after he washed his hands and noticed that there were no paper towels, only a hand dryer he left the restroom with wet hands. I asked him about it. He said that hand dryers blow a lot of germs and bacteria around. He also told me to take a look under the hand dryer next time I was in a restroom.
There is a filter underneath the hand dryer that is supposed to be cleaned on a weekly basis. I looked at one and it looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in years. It had layers and layers of caked on gunk (disgusting). Since then I will not use hand dryers in restrooms.
Now this is where the story gets really interesting. The schools and universities that have had the H1N1 (swine flue) outbreak this year are being told by the health department that they have to take out all of their hand dryers and replace them with towel dispensers because the hand dryers are spreading disease.
Somebody went to a lot of trouble and some expense to make a credible little mini-movie. Is this an extremely clever tongue and cheek? Whacoo think…..or were they really trying to make something sorta worthy? It is at least fun.
Makes me ill.
Now this is an art form. Something so purely done it’s genre’ is instantly obtainable. This is art!
The preceding came from the following site, a true marvel in itself. I do think I have put it up before, but definitely bears repeating in the off chance someone missed this….like music, pure eclecticism?
The fastest man in the world on two legs (a double amputee), was refused entry into the 2008 Olympics for an unfair advantage!! Whachoo think about that one!!??
I have been getting a few remarks, great! I love it. Now, how about a few more…what are your comments, opinions on this site….and if I have not heretofore, I swear never to divulge a name or address of anyone with a comment or opinion unless that person for whatever reason, so wishes it.
Here’s a little switch from the sites that are myth busters!?
I have been watching this thing happen maybe since it’s conception! Let’s hope this time it fires up!
More on last entry. Don’t let this subject deter you….just look up a few words, apply common sense to definitions, really cool .
A cool way to see Machu Picchu!
Nobody can see us up here!! (I once did something like this in a State park in southern Illinois while in college LOL
What was it Kahil Girbrain (sp?} said: (I paraphrase) ….we are all life’s longing for itself. Nice little poem ecohing that sentiment.
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow’s springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
— Gerard Manley Hopkins
This was for me
I post this because it is just so so bizarre. WTF in BW.
What a flip!!
Everywhere you look, them red neck boys playin’ at somethin’!! I love that sign,” trucks only!”
I have been reading this really cool book, more or less a history of the sciences, their origins of thought in who’s mind, etc. Fascinating! Today I came across this quote in a totally isolated source from that reading, this quote is in absolute agreement of all the scientists I have read of so far; “To consider the earth the only populated world in infinite space is as absurd as to assert that in an entire field sown with millet only one grain will grow.” – Metrodoros the Epicurean c. 300 B.C. (Oh yeah!!)
Literally cool stuff!
It is so hard not to comment, to add my own very definite opinion here….suffice to say this….I am very much chagrined this article seems to say one is atheist to believe in Darwinism (sp?:). Apparently this takes place at a college level!?
Drunk on water, fatally!
Interested in being brought up to date and kept current with wranglings past and present for the health care ‘process?’
ATHEISM IS A NON-PROPHET ORGANIZATION.
THE MAIN REASON THAT SANTA IS SO JOLLY IS BECAUSE HE KNOWS WHERE ALL THE BAD GIRLS LIVE.
I WENT TO A BOOKSTORE AND ASKED THE SALESWOMAN, “WHERE’S THE SELF-HELP SECTION?” SHE SAID IF SHE TOLD ME IT WOULD DEFEAT THE PURPOSE.
WHAT IF THERE WERE NO HYPOTHETICAL QUESTIONS?
IF SOMEONE WITH MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES THREATENS TO KILL HIMSELF, IS IT CONSIDERED A HOSTAGE SITUATION?
I don’t do this often, but here is a touch of class of days gone by; Mz Rita Hayworth
“The Maiden Heist” Christopher Walken, Morgan Freeman, Willim Macy, Marcia Gay Harden.
What can I say, the pic says it all! Oh, that is not stainless steel, it is white gold!!!!
No caption needed here, pic says it all!!
Going for my doctorates!
Mmm, I don’t know about this one….my posting this seems some kind of chauvinism?? I truly don’t mean to be derogatory, just going for the grins.
Incredible ‘tube’ shots (waves and at the beach!!). Check it out.
….and is this news we’ve missed
More about my adopted pet project!!! The Hadron Collider.
Haven’t gone through this one yet, but generally trust Life Hacker for having good info…in fact, check 0ut Life Hacker.
Good lawd, a Texas hunter’s dream!!!
MMm, interesting, some hype, and, I think, some exaggeration -fitting for the circumstance. Sort of an ad .
As you scroll down, several things, curious, interesting.
No way to describe this, you have to see it to understand!
New weapons of the future!!? Mmm, one wonders if the Blackhawks of the world already have something like this, you know they have thought of it!!
I’ve mentioned this even before – one I have always hankered to go to…happens once a year I think about 40 miles west of Vegas in a huge open expanse of sand!!
Didn’t get the chance to peruse this site….will though….I mean it isn’t all just Alexander and Attila the Hun you know!!
What basis morality? Religion, read this…….
A VERY BRAVE MAN WROTE THIS (He may already be gone from us
Whistleblower say phoney oil figures are being used to avoid panic on markets
Despite the discovery of massive new, untapped reserves, the world is much closer to running out of oil than official estimates show, claims a whistleblower at the International Energy Agency in the Guardian.
Mmm, don’t know what my subconscious is going for here, if anything….someone sent me this along with an opinion…
If this works, here is a nice little bit sent me from a good friend who used to be a “dog.” Who loves to fly like some of us love to fish, love to golf, etc. Now, let’s see if this works….Dang, have to do it manually….nice read;
The last word: The bad boys of aviation
Let’s say you’re the captain of a Boeing 747 out of Anchorage for Chicago . Except no self-respecting cargo pilot calls himself—or, rarely, herself—anything so leaden, so utterly earthbound as “captain.” You are instead, proudly and defiantly, a “freight dog,” a nom de guerre freighted, so to speak, with many connotations, not all of them positive.
As you pull your 747, or “whale,” onto Runway 6 Right at Anchorage and advance the four throttles to maximum power, air traffic control advises there’s a welter of severe turbulence on your climb-out. A passenger airliner might give it a wide berth, but you, with a load of time-sensitive cargo, barge right on through. Then the turbulence hits and all hell breaks loose. Your 747 is batted about the sky like a shuttlecock. “S—, hang on guys,” your flight engineer says. Then: “Whoa …we lost something.” The radio crackles, “Ah, four-six-echo-heavy, Elmendorf tower said something large just fell off your airplane.”
Something large? (The National Transportation Safety Board will later determine that your whale performed “an uncommanded left bank of approximately 50 degrees” along with amusement-park pitches, rolls, and yaws that ripped the No. 2 engine clean off the wing.) While all of this is actually happening, perhaps you, the captain, flash to Ernest K. Gann’s classic Fate Is the Hunter, beloved among freight dogs for its vainglorious pilot prose: “We have merely nodded to fear. Now we must shake its filthy hand.”
In any event, you manage to keep the crippled 747 flying long enough to dump fuel and return to Anchorage for a harrowing landing. And as you taxi the jet with its mangled wing, missing engine, and smoking brakes—but the cargo still snuggled safely in the hold—your flight engineer declares: “Buddy, I don’t care how many beers I owed you in the past. This one I’m going to pay off, okay?”
The above incident actually occurred several years ago. It was a 747-121 freighter, but the whole misbegotten adventure, from disintegrating airplane to coolly averted tragedy, would be recognized by freight dogs the world over. Freight dogs famously fly decrepit, “clapped-out,” analog-only hand-me-downs from the passenger airlines, and brushes with the reaper, duly embellished, make for great table rants over pitchers of Watney’s at dog hangouts like the Petroleum Club in Alamaty, Kazakhstan; the Cyclone in Dubai; Sticky Fingers in Hong Kong; and the legendary Four Floors of *****s in Singapore, which, according to the dogs who frequent it, is a model of truth in advertising. It’s an article of faith among freight dogs that George Lucas based Star Wars’ famed cantina scene on the scuzzed-out cargo skippers at Bryson’s Irish Pub, a flyboy Rick’s Cafe adjacent to Miami International Airport through which generations of pilots have passed in a sort of demented finishing school. “We tend to be the rogues of the airline world,” Tony Baca, a 747 cargo captain, told me recently. “The airline pilot is all prim and proper. We’re not. It’s a whole different culture.”
It’s a culture that represents the last gasp of the butt-kicking, globe-trotting, hell-for-leather pilot worldview. Brutal labor relations, increasingly automated aircraft, and the dispiriting post-9/11 environment have torched whatever adventure and romance remain in aviation. But freight dogs never got that memo. Yes, they gripe endlessly about the hours, the food, the lack of sleep, the death-trap airports of Asia Minor and West Africa .
But talk to true dogs for more than five minutes and they betray themselves as hopelessly, permanently, passionately in love with flying and the particular esprit that hauling cargo allows. “All I ever wanted to do is fly,” says Tom Satterfield, an MD-11 freighter pilot. How much? Satterfield worked as a successful chemical engineer for 20 years before chucking it to become a freight dog when he was 41. Who among us can declare without a trace of irony that we absolutely love our work? I wanted to know why freight dogs did. So I flew to Florida and hung around Miami Springs, the honky-tonk ’hood near the Miami airport that has been a freight-dog stronghold for more than 50 years.
My guide was Mike Yannacone, a DC-8 cargo captain. The DC-8 was introduced during the Eisenhower administration; the last one rolled off the Douglas Aircraft line in Long Beach , Calif. , in 1972. Yannacone—who drives a Ram pickup, sports a huge wristwatch, and wears a flight jacket emblazoned with FREIGHT DOG—doesn’t waste time worrying about the DC-8’s age. “I get to fly an airplane,” he marveled when we met up at Bryson’s, which gloriously lived up to its rep, with a barmaid who cackled, “What’re you drinkin’, boys?” and a jukebox blasting Mungo Jerry. Every few minutes the walls rattled as another whale rumbled skyward a few blocks south. Yannacone took a pull on his bottle of Sam Adams and shook his head. “And they’re paying me.”
By volume, air cargo accounts for 35 percent of the value of total shipped goods, nearly $3 trillion a year. Which means that in today’s thin-inventoried, we-can-get-it-for-you-wholesale world—where a wayward shipment of turn-signal stalks from Taiwan can cause a Nissan assembly line to seize in Tennessee —air cargo is often the last, best hope to keep world trade trading merrily away. So freight dogs are under blinding pressure to maintain schedules that must go off with military precision, laid down daily at dispatchers’ desks in Miami or Ypsilanti or Dayton or Memphis : Get the cargo there on time. With the global-economic corollary: And as cheaply as possible. The players include behemoths UPS and FedEx, air-cargo’s alpha specimens. (With 669 aircraft, FedEx is the world’s largest airline.) But there’s still room for hand-sewn, niche-filling outfits shuttling car parts and canceled checks—even a carrier that specializes in rushing fresh donor organs from morgues to operating theaters via Learjet.
The cargo itself comprises incomprehensible quantities of the mundane—160,000 pounds of roses, 25,000 wiring harnesses for Chevy Malibus, 5,000 pounds of Grand Theft Auto videogames—but also a full-size armored truck filled with 4 tons of Euro banknotes; a Sikorsky 76 helicopter for the Sultan of Brunei’s nephew; 120 tons of Beaujolais Nouveau; enough condoms to choke a specially chartered 747 to Rio for Carnival.
Then there is the livestock: whales; thoroughbred racehorses; rhinos; dairy cattle; giraffes; elephants; crocodiles; piglets (which escaped and got behind the captain’s rudder pedals); ducklings (ditto); and a daily shipment out of Brisbane of live crickets destined as feed for the world’s zoos.
Airline passengers make much of plunging service standards and fewer frills—of being treated, they whimper, “like cargo.” Freight dogs upend the comparison. “If you’re Joe Shmo, who cares if your flight leaves or not?” Tony Baca told me. “Grab another flight—it doesn’t really matter. But when I’m hauling 100 tons of Nintendo Wiis, it starts mattering. That’s millions of dollars of revenue. You have people waiting at Target for that. One time I ended up hauling 130 tons of Happy Meal toys. And the reason was, a container ship sank in the middle of the Pacific. If a huge shipment has just sunk, you can’t dispatch another ship. So you start hauling Happy Meal toys on a 747.”
Seth Brady, a 747 cargo pilot, recalls being initially mystified when a former employer dispatched a Learjet out of Toledo to meet a British Airways flight at JFK because General Motors had come up five seat backs short at its Corvette plant. “They flew in the extra Corinthian leather from England,” he told me, “put it on the Lear at JFK, ran it up to Pontiac, made the new seat backs in three hours, put them back on the Lear, and took them to Bowling Green, Ky., in time for the production line not to shut down.” Brady wondered “how anyone could afford to fly all these airplanes around”—until he was told that the cost to shut the assembly line was $42,000. Per minute.
So the dogs fly, usually at night, when the world’s cargo moves, in odysseys taken up on a moment’s notice—say, Frankfurt-Dubai-Nairobi-Entebbe-Lahore-Taipei-Hong Kong. Many are on call 24-7, meaning they can’t touch so much as a beer or risk violating the FAA’s eight-hour “bottle-to-the-throttle” rule. Meanwhile, cargo carriers are notorious for pushing everything—aircraft, pilots, and the regulations—to the absolute limit. An investigation published by The Miami Herald depicted an industry fraught with decaying aircraft, shoddy maintenance, flagrant safety-rule violations, and 69 fatal crashes of U.S. cargo planes since 2000 that have killed 85; in a quarter of fatal crashes there were mechanical problems that had not been corrected before the planes were dispatched. The regulars at Bryson’s still talk about the Fine Air DC-8 freighter that crashed on takeoff at the Miami airport in 1997. The cargo, improperly loaded, shifted to the tail, causing the plane to stall and plunge into a parking lot. The pilot’s last words were, “Oh, no.”
All those voyages that start with a beeper call and end four weeks and 100,000 miles later take a toll, of course. Among the afflictions is what the dogs call AIDS—aviation induced divorce syndrome. “There was a Wife No. 1,” one told me, “but there will not be a Wife No. 2.” There’s also strict observance of “what happens in Hong Kong-Dubai-Singapore-Amsterdam-Taipei stays in Hong Kong-Dubai-Singapore-Amsterdam-Taipei.” But a fraternal code is only partial compensation. Baca, who is married to a flight attendant, admitted to me that the life of a freight dog sometimes falls short of glorious even mid-assignment. “There are days where I get to my hotel room and feel like crying,” he says, “because the family is going to do things and I’m stuck in Gambia .”
By necessity, those feelings stay in the hotel. “I can’t worry about the kids and the water heater when I’m shooting an approach in a snowstorm at 3:30 a.m. in Kazakhstan ,” he says. “It weighs too much on your head. You will make mistakes. And kill yourself.”
MERRY CHRISTMAS !!
reader using Snopes lets me know the Russian “plane” depicted yesterday was a hoax:
Hoax, average CG fauxtography like screenshots taken from FlightSim or something
There was a K7 designed by the ill-fated Kalinin but it was much smaller