Saturday, November 27, 2010

Post Holiday Wish

Travel safe everyone. Click to enlarge, bonus points if you can name the airport.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Lagniappe. 2001-2010.


Lagniappes Lair

Near this spot
Are deposited the Remains
of one
Who possessed Beauty
Without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man
Without his Vices.

When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,
The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns record who rests below.
When all is done, upon the tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his master's own,
Who labors, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonored falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth --
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power --
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit!
By nature vile, ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye, who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on -- it honors none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend's remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one -- and here he lies.

- Lord Byron

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

It's that Time. . .



It's that time.


The official pilot check up. My regular female type doc is also a Flight Surgeon so if she has time I can combine them both. First Class pilot check up. EKG, blood work, full physical. The blood work is in. Total Cholesterol 104. BAD cholesteral 29. BP 105 over 58. (It's the bacon, I'm telling you folks). Now all that's left is the physical part.


Heart, lungs, and a quick check of the Muppet if she has time (otherwise it waits for the official female check up) and I'm good for another year.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

True measure

The true measure of the patriot is steadfastness. We all have small moments of wanderlust in us, tearing off on paths that others may not follow, testing limits, testing ourselves. We act out of strength just as we act out of weakness. That is the nature of man. Yet when we strive to hold true, to stand firm to our beliefs as free men, as a group, to carry our weapons and defend our land, despite our differences, the weak become strong, and the wandering hold together as one. For then we are united in something much greater than the elemental whims of man. Together as patriots we are much more of the courageous and less of the selfish, we are brothers in arms.
- Brigid