The Cardinals are playing out their last few meaningless games. The warm weather is fast coming to an end.
I need a pick-me-up.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Quote of the Week
"A ship in a safe harbor is safe, but that is not what a ship is built for." - William Shedd
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Anonymous
I look forward to hearing from you, Anonymous.
Thank you for taking the time.
airworthiness145@gmail.com
Thank you for taking the time.
airworthiness145@gmail.com
Reminders
It took just a short while for three seperate people to tell me how foolish I was to abandon hope in my love life. Others followed suit outside of this blog. Nearly all of them posed a very simple question: What do you think God wants for you?
Why is it so easy to lose faith in the plan that God has for your life? I wonder often if I am simply a man of weak faith. Perhaps others were blessed to be constructed of stronger stuff.
Whatever the case, I suppose all I can say now is this: I am not renewing my search. However, I am not shutting the door either.
Whatever, whenever, and whoever the Lord has intended for me, so be it. His will be done.
Why is it so easy to lose faith in the plan that God has for your life? I wonder often if I am simply a man of weak faith. Perhaps others were blessed to be constructed of stronger stuff.
Whatever the case, I suppose all I can say now is this: I am not renewing my search. However, I am not shutting the door either.
Whatever, whenever, and whoever the Lord has intended for me, so be it. His will be done.
Good Bye For Now, Dear Friend...
Tonight I attended the last Cardinal game that I will see in person this year. It has been a difficult season, to say the least. Lack of pitching, injuries, etc etc...
It is with great sadness that I walked out of Busch Stadium tonight. Knowing I would not step back through those magical gates or gaze upon that emerald diamond again until April nearly brought a tear to my eye. It was with even greater sadness, considering the outcome of tonight's game. (Swing the bat, Russell!) I will not watch a baseball game in October at Busch Stadium for the first time in 3 years, and that saddens me most of all.
Until next year, dear friend. I will likely pass by your wonderful facade in the offseason to see how you are doing. We will be together again soon...
It is with great sadness that I walked out of Busch Stadium tonight. Knowing I would not step back through those magical gates or gaze upon that emerald diamond again until April nearly brought a tear to my eye. It was with even greater sadness, considering the outcome of tonight's game. (Swing the bat, Russell!) I will not watch a baseball game in October at Busch Stadium for the first time in 3 years, and that saddens me most of all.
Until next year, dear friend. I will likely pass by your wonderful facade in the offseason to see how you are doing. We will be together again soon...
Monday, September 17, 2007
Dear Anonymous
In light of my earlier posting and your response I suppose it would be remiss of me not to acknowledge the history of pain that I have inflicted upon my former love interests. Whether through cowardice, or disrespect, or whatever other mistakes I have made, there can be no doubt that I have left an unfortunate tale of woe in my wake as well.
I continue to wonder at your identity, Anonymous, and though I wish I could make this statement to you more personally, I suppose this medium will have to do.
I don't know who you are, or what I did to you, Anonymous, but I'm sure your negative thoughts about me were justified. For whatever suffering you endured at my hands please accept my apologies. Your well wishes are truly appreciated, and prove that you must be an extraordinary person. Thank you.
I suppose, in the end, that I should address this posting to all the various women who deserved so much more than I gave to them. Chris, Becky, Patti, Andrea. Other names may escape my mind at this time.
Please accept my apologies, ladies. Know that without fail you have all been in my prayers.
And to you, Anonymous, I will once again ask that you reveal yourself. You deserve a better apology than I can provide here. If this place is too public for your taste, then I ask that you email me. If you do not have my email address, ask and I will provide it for you.
I hope that I will hear from you soon.
I continue to wonder at your identity, Anonymous, and though I wish I could make this statement to you more personally, I suppose this medium will have to do.
I don't know who you are, or what I did to you, Anonymous, but I'm sure your negative thoughts about me were justified. For whatever suffering you endured at my hands please accept my apologies. Your well wishes are truly appreciated, and prove that you must be an extraordinary person. Thank you.
I suppose, in the end, that I should address this posting to all the various women who deserved so much more than I gave to them. Chris, Becky, Patti, Andrea. Other names may escape my mind at this time.
Please accept my apologies, ladies. Know that without fail you have all been in my prayers.
And to you, Anonymous, I will once again ask that you reveal yourself. You deserve a better apology than I can provide here. If this place is too public for your taste, then I ask that you email me. If you do not have my email address, ask and I will provide it for you.
I hope that I will hear from you soon.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Quote of the Week
"I have spent nearly all the love that I have on death and unrequittance. What little I have left I will save for the sky. Women, it seems, are not worth it."
Tired
I give up.
I have exhausted all the patience that I have for the games, lies, and various other misfortunes involved in the world of dating. The results of my searching have led me to nothing but heartache and deceit. Anger, sadness, disillusionment. These are the words that best describe the history of my love life.
"La donna e mobile cual pluma al vento..." Woman is as fickle as a feather in the wind. How true it is. One minute you might capture their imagination, but the next minute you mean very little to them. Rest assured that answers or explanation are not forthcoming. You will merely be left to wonder what went wrong, and why you weren't good enough. Interesting that this seems to be a recurring theme this week...
As I opened this posting, so I will end it. I give up. I no longer have the heart to pursue the opposite sex. The only thing I have found in that pursuit has been pain and frustration. Though I may end my days alone at least I shall have peace.
I have exhausted all the patience that I have for the games, lies, and various other misfortunes involved in the world of dating. The results of my searching have led me to nothing but heartache and deceit. Anger, sadness, disillusionment. These are the words that best describe the history of my love life.
"La donna e mobile cual pluma al vento..." Woman is as fickle as a feather in the wind. How true it is. One minute you might capture their imagination, but the next minute you mean very little to them. Rest assured that answers or explanation are not forthcoming. You will merely be left to wonder what went wrong, and why you weren't good enough. Interesting that this seems to be a recurring theme this week...
As I opened this posting, so I will end it. I give up. I no longer have the heart to pursue the opposite sex. The only thing I have found in that pursuit has been pain and frustration. Though I may end my days alone at least I shall have peace.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Anonymous
Today, a comment was left under the posting entitled, "What Really Matters."
It was an insightful bit of thought, and I'm curious to know who posted it...
Who are you, Anonymous?
It was an insightful bit of thought, and I'm curious to know who posted it...
Who are you, Anonymous?
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Pilot Talk
Most of you probably already know I like nicknames. In fact, if you're reading this blog, it must be because I know you, and chances are I have a nickname for you. (Isn't that right, Fish, BenDo, Russell the Love Muscle, T-Fany, Dre...)
Today I want to talk about aviation nicknames. Pilots are, as most of you know, an irreverent group of individuals, so it should come as no surprise that we've come up with some creative, slightly inappropriate nicknames for many things in our business. I'm only going to serve you up a small taste of the many aviation nicknames that float around in my world...
Airplanes
First and foremost, obviously there must be nicknames for the machines we drive. Here are some of my favorites:
Fairchild Metroliner - Aliases: The San Antonio Sewer Pipe, The Free Caster Disaster.
This aircraft was manufactured in San Antonio, and had a screwy free castering nose wheel steering system that led to several losses of control at high speeds. A true marvel of Texas ingenuity.
McDonald Douglas MD-80 - Alias: The Long Beach Death Tube.
Designed and built in Long Beach, CA, the MD-80 earned its nickname after an Alaska Airlines flight plummeted into the Pacific Ocean off the coast of California due to a pitch trim failure.
Boeing 737 - Alias: Guppy
Look at it from the side. It's pretty obvious...
Boeing 747-400 - Alias: The Whale
It really is that big...
Any aircraft built by Airbus Industrie - Aliases: Scarebus, Skytrash, Eurotrash
This family of airplanes, designed and built in Europe, gives its central computer more authority than it gives the pilot. We don't really like that much...
Boeing 777 - Alias: Bigfoot
The triple 7 has the largest main landing gear assembly in commercial aviation.
Douglas Company DC-9 - Alias: Greasy 9
They're old, they're worn out, and Northwest refuses to retire them, despite the grease and oil that constantly leaks from their rusty innards.
Airports and Cities
It should come as no surprise that we've aptly (and detractingly) created nicknames for some of our least favorite locations...
Newark Liberty Airport - Aliases: The Sewer, Sewark.
It smells like New Jersey. 'Nuff said.
New York LaGuardia Airport - Alias: LaGarbage.
It smells like New York. 'Nuff said.
Philadelphia, PA - Alias: Filthydelphia.
The people are rude and the town sucks.
Cincinatti, OH - Alias: Cincinasty
Not much fun here either.
Pensacola, FL - Alias: Penis
We're not a very imaginative group...
Chicago O'Hare International Airport - Aliases: O'Horrid, O'Horrible. O'Hell.
One of the most delayed airports in the world.
Rochester, NY - Alias: Crotchester
No reason other than it sounds funny.
Rochester, MN - Alias: Crotchfester
See above.
Airlines
It's a world of tough competition in the airline industry. Therefore, we rip on each other.
Chautauqua Airlines - Aliases: Shitty Taco, Shanequa, The Infection.
Other than Chautauqua people, no one else likes Chautauqua. Can you tell?
Delta Airlines - Aliases: Doesn't Ever Leave The Airport, Diverts Every Leg Through Atlanta, Don't Expect Luggage To Arrive.
Pilots like acronyms.
USAirways - Aliases: USscareways, U're Still Alleghany In Reality Why Alter Your Signs.
Like I said, acronyms.
American Airlines - Alias: The Sky Nazis.
Perhaps the most anal, controlling airline in history.
American Eagle Airlines - Alias: The Hitler Youth.
See above.
Trans World Airlines - Aliases: Terrorists Welcome Aboard, Tourists Washed Ashore, The Worst Airline.
More acronyms.
Well, those are all the nicknames I can come up with right off the top of my head for now. I'm sure some of you other pilots who read this blog will feel compelled to add to the list, so feel free. In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy the rest of my layover in Miami, otherwise known as little Havana...
Today I want to talk about aviation nicknames. Pilots are, as most of you know, an irreverent group of individuals, so it should come as no surprise that we've come up with some creative, slightly inappropriate nicknames for many things in our business. I'm only going to serve you up a small taste of the many aviation nicknames that float around in my world...
Airplanes
First and foremost, obviously there must be nicknames for the machines we drive. Here are some of my favorites:
Fairchild Metroliner - Aliases: The San Antonio Sewer Pipe, The Free Caster Disaster.
This aircraft was manufactured in San Antonio, and had a screwy free castering nose wheel steering system that led to several losses of control at high speeds. A true marvel of Texas ingenuity.
McDonald Douglas MD-80 - Alias: The Long Beach Death Tube.
Designed and built in Long Beach, CA, the MD-80 earned its nickname after an Alaska Airlines flight plummeted into the Pacific Ocean off the coast of California due to a pitch trim failure.
Boeing 737 - Alias: Guppy
Look at it from the side. It's pretty obvious...
Boeing 747-400 - Alias: The Whale
It really is that big...
Any aircraft built by Airbus Industrie - Aliases: Scarebus, Skytrash, Eurotrash
This family of airplanes, designed and built in Europe, gives its central computer more authority than it gives the pilot. We don't really like that much...
Boeing 777 - Alias: Bigfoot
The triple 7 has the largest main landing gear assembly in commercial aviation.
Douglas Company DC-9 - Alias: Greasy 9
They're old, they're worn out, and Northwest refuses to retire them, despite the grease and oil that constantly leaks from their rusty innards.
Airports and Cities
It should come as no surprise that we've aptly (and detractingly) created nicknames for some of our least favorite locations...
Newark Liberty Airport - Aliases: The Sewer, Sewark.
It smells like New Jersey. 'Nuff said.
New York LaGuardia Airport - Alias: LaGarbage.
It smells like New York. 'Nuff said.
Philadelphia, PA - Alias: Filthydelphia.
The people are rude and the town sucks.
Cincinatti, OH - Alias: Cincinasty
Not much fun here either.
Pensacola, FL - Alias: Penis
We're not a very imaginative group...
Chicago O'Hare International Airport - Aliases: O'Horrid, O'Horrible. O'Hell.
One of the most delayed airports in the world.
Rochester, NY - Alias: Crotchester
No reason other than it sounds funny.
Rochester, MN - Alias: Crotchfester
See above.
Airlines
It's a world of tough competition in the airline industry. Therefore, we rip on each other.
Chautauqua Airlines - Aliases: Shitty Taco, Shanequa, The Infection.
Other than Chautauqua people, no one else likes Chautauqua. Can you tell?
Delta Airlines - Aliases: Doesn't Ever Leave The Airport, Diverts Every Leg Through Atlanta, Don't Expect Luggage To Arrive.
Pilots like acronyms.
USAirways - Aliases: USscareways, U're Still Alleghany In Reality Why Alter Your Signs.
Like I said, acronyms.
American Airlines - Alias: The Sky Nazis.
Perhaps the most anal, controlling airline in history.
American Eagle Airlines - Alias: The Hitler Youth.
See above.
Trans World Airlines - Aliases: Terrorists Welcome Aboard, Tourists Washed Ashore, The Worst Airline.
More acronyms.
Well, those are all the nicknames I can come up with right off the top of my head for now. I'm sure some of you other pilots who read this blog will feel compelled to add to the list, so feel free. In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy the rest of my layover in Miami, otherwise known as little Havana...
Quote of the Week
"Quereme asi, piantao, piantao, piantao. Trepate a esta ternura de locos que hay en mi!
Ponete esta peluca de alondras, y vola! Vola con migo ya! Veni! Vola! Veni!" - Horacio Ferrer
Ponete esta peluca de alondras, y vola! Vola con migo ya! Veni! Vola! Veni!" - Horacio Ferrer
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
ReRoute
Sometimes you just never know who's going to pop into your life.
Those unexpected twists are what make life interesting. This particular one makes me smile...
Those unexpected twists are what make life interesting. This particular one makes me smile...
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Go in Peace
Today, the world is a lesser place.
Grandpa Murphy has left us to claim his rightful place among the Angels and Saints. Grandpa had two biological grandchildren, but treated all of the rest of us with much the same love. There was never a dull moment around this bright, enthusiastic, extraordinarily funny young man in his middle 80's.
We will miss you, Grandpa. Give our love to Shaun. We will pray for you and your family.
Grandpa Murphy has left us to claim his rightful place among the Angels and Saints. Grandpa had two biological grandchildren, but treated all of the rest of us with much the same love. There was never a dull moment around this bright, enthusiastic, extraordinarily funny young man in his middle 80's.
We will miss you, Grandpa. Give our love to Shaun. We will pray for you and your family.
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