Seen on the street in Kyiv.

Words of Advice:

"If Something Seems To Be Too Good To Be True, It's Best To Shoot It, Just In Case." -- Fiona Glenanne

“The Mob takes the Fifth. If you’re innocent, why are you taking the Fifth Amendment?” -- Trump

"Foreign Relations Boil Down to Two Things: Talking With People or Killing Them." -- Unknown

“Speed is a poor substitute for accuracy.” -- Real, no-shit, fortune from a fortune cookie

"Thou Shalt Get Sidetracked by Bullshit, Every Goddamned Time." -- The Ghoul

"If you believe that you are talking to G-d, you can justify anything.” — my Dad

"Colt .45s; putting bad guys in the ground since 1873." -- Unknown

"Stay Strapped or Get Clapped." -- probably not Mr. Rogers

"The Dildo of Karma rarely comes lubed." -- Unknown

"Eck!" -- George the Cat

Karma may sometimes be late to arrive.
But it never loses an address.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

A Solution in Search of a Problem


The Caspian Sea Monster.

Wing-in-Ground-Effect ("WIG") aircraft have been around for decades. A number of nations have done studies, the Soviets even built some. Nobody has been able to either make them work economically or militarily. But the WIG proponents keep on believing, which gives them something in common with the dirigible folks, along with the 43% 35% 27% 25% of the population who still think that George Bush is doing a passable job as Chimperor.

What I'd Fly if Money Was No Object

(c) 2007 by T.G. Tyson, used with his gracious permission.

And if money was really no object, then maybe this:



There is something magical about the Supermarine Spitfire. Yes, I know it was the Hawker Hurricane that did the brunt of the fighting during the Battle of Britain (and yes, I'd love to fly one, too), but I just love the looks of a Spit.

What I Fly



It looks like this. This one isn't mine, the paint job is different, but it's the same type of airplane. This one appears to have been metallized, as was mine. If ever I get around to sinking several tens of AMUs into the airplane and having it redone, I am going to go with a dark cream or light yellow. The Cessna 172 tied down next to my airplane is cream-colored and I've noticed that on a sunny day after a snowstorm, it will shed the ice and snow a hell of a lot faster than my airplane does, which is mostly white.

Things I know Are True

If your head is not in the game when you try to land or take off in a taildragger, the airplane will eat your lunch.

The gun does not care whether or not you really meant to pull the trigger.

DIMUS never lies, but it does not always tell the whole truth.

The sea and the sky are both unforgiving environments, but the sky will kill you a lot faster.

GPS is the greatest invention since the invention of the chronometer.

Nosewheels are for people who "drive" airplanes.

The sound of an aircraft radial engine is one of the best sounds, ever. The sound of a steam locomotive is another.

Things That Were Once True

"Help Wanted" ads were classified by gender

You could smoke at work or anywhere else you damn pleased.

You could buy guns by mail from Herter's.

Seatbelts were only found in airplanes.

The only organized sport for kids was Little League. For everything else, it was "go out and play."

At classy parties, the hosts had little silver cups holding cigarettes for the guests.

If you got pulled over for drinking and driving, the cops might tell you to "slow down and take it easy."

There were things that the Nazis and the Commies did that America did not do: Pre-dawn arrests, detention without charges, detention without trial, detention in secret prisons and interrogations by torture.

One person, on a blue collar salary, could afford to raise a family, buy a house and drive late model cars.

Most cars were late-model cars because they all pretty much fell apart before you had 100,000 miles on them.

Fat kids were a rarity.

If you went to a different state, the only places that were the same were Howard Johnson's and Holiday Inn. "Travel" meant eating in places you never heard of before.

Taking an airline flight was an adventure to be anticipated and savored, not an ordeal to be dreaded and endured.

There was no such thing as a "bike helmet."

A kid who was wearing braces had had polio.

You couldn't make it past second grade without having had measles, mumps and chicken pox.

Almost every daddy on the street and many of the mommys had been in the military.

Most of the homes had guns. Nobody locked them up. Kids didn't take the unlocked guns and go shoot up their schools. Oh, they thought about it, as in "I met her at the door/ with a Colt forty-four/ and she ain't gonna teach no more", but nobody did it.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

По-Русский

I've been studying the Russian language on my own for a little while, now. It has been hard; there are no courses within an hour's drive of here (of which I am aware), so that leaves me with books and computer materials.

Besides all of the cases for nouns and adjectives (for example, the difference in the phrase "at work" and "to work" depends on the ending of the word for "work"), there is nothing like studying another language to make one question their native tongue. Imagine, if you will, trying to teach the audible difference between "way" and "weigh". "Do they weigh trucks at the way station or do we have to drive all the way to the weigh station?"

While Russian has a "will be" and "was", they don't use "is" (keep your Clinton jokes to yourself, this isn't the Fox Noise blog). And then, in Russian, the curses are strange. "I need that like a fish needs a bicycle" is roughly "why the fuck does a priest need an accordion".

Biggest surprise? "the Bolshoi Opera". If you translate "bolshoi", it's "the Big Opera". (For you naval types, the Sovremenny-class destroyer is the "modern destroyer.")

Movies that Have Happy Endings

Titanic
The Departed.

Because Leonardo diCaprio's character dies.

Aerial Terrorists

Death From Above:


Watch the clip and maybe you will have a glimmer of understanding as to why the general aviation community has come to so mistrust the Federales.

Why The Name of This Blog

I'm a private pilot. I own an old airplane (a Stinson Voyager). I've had my private pilot license for over thirty years. I don't fly anywhere near as often as I'd like to.

I'm also a Democrat in a county where Republicans run everything. I'm a woman in a profession that, in this county at least, is overwhelmingly male. And there are not a lot of people here who came to the law as a third career.

So I sort of don't fit in around here and I don't fly as much as I want to.

It is what it is.

What You Should Know For Now

First off, I think George Bush is an incurious idiot and Richard Cheney is an evil troll bent on destroying American democracy. If you can respect that opinion, we'll get along fine.

Second, yeah, there probably are a gazillion blogs with the same or similar names. Sue me.

Third, while I lean to the left for a lot of things, don't try to pigeon-hole me there. I'm a Democrat (which means there is no such thing as party doctrine. Leave "party doctrine" and "party discipline" to the two political parties which practice it: The Republicans and the Communists).

Fourth, I do own an airplane and it's about 60 years old.

Fifth, I'm a lawyer and I own firearms. I suggest that you grant me the level of courtesy due an armed woman and I'll do the same for you.

Sixth, my posts are going to be sort of short random thoughts. If I'm in the mood, I'll write longer pieces.