Thursday, July 28, 2005

This must be random thought day


iTurn abstract concepts into tangible media.

iAm there when the call comes.

iAm skilled.

iAm an experienced professional.

iAm a creative director.

iUse a Mac at work, and …

…an iMac at home.

iListen to my

iPod every chance I get, especially on press checks.

iMust be an


There is no spoon and …

iLove my profession.

Just a thought

"Glass, china and reputation are easily cracked and never mended well." – Benjamin Franklin

If you've weathered many economic cycles, you realize that careers often take unexpected turns. As business fluctuates, so do job opportunities. What doesn't change as readily, however, is one's professional reputation. People may be nimble when adapting to market needs, but they aren't as quick to modify the personal impressions they form.

The permanence of a career lies in reputation. Within the tightly knit creative community, this is particularly true. You may switch jobs multiple times, but your reputation has staying power. I am reminded of a phrase from a Jimmy Buffett song, "I heard I was in town." Sometimes, my reputation in the creative community preceeds me.

Reputations can open doors for us – or slam them shut. While your actions may feel like small chapters in your career, they can often affect your whole professional story.

Just a thought.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

God Speed, Discovery

I watched her for hours before she leapt off Launch Pad 39. She was beautiful. A delight to behold. The acronyms filling the airwaves, com checks with Houston, getting all tucked in for the ride of their lives. I was with them, as if I, too, had been strapped into my parachute and cinched-up in my chair. Holding my breath while I went through my checklist.

3 - 2 - 1 … LIFTOFF.

The next thing I remember was hearing, "Discovery, you are go at throttle up." Chills ran up and down my spine because I remember watching Challenger explode shortly after those words were spoken, so many years ago. I was paralyzed for a few moments, and watching intently to see if there would be a repeat of that disaster. I relaxed 10 minutes later when Discovery was travelling at 17,800 mph, and was over the United Kingdom. It does my head to realize that in less time than it takes me to get halfway home from work, they were over the United Kingdom. Man! 3/5ths of a mile in 1/10th of a second. Oh man, this takes me back, yet it propels me, and all of us, forward.

I remember it all from day one. From that cold night in Denver, when I was seven years old, and watched Sputnik blink overhead. From Yuri Gagarin, Alan Shephard, John Glenn, Scott Carpenter... yes, I can remember the Mercury Seven, including Deke Slayton. I remember Gemini and Apollo. I remember it all, and will never forget the dangers they faced - some paying the ultimate price for our innate desire and drive for exploration of the unknowns of space.

What a ride. Now get home safely for your heros welcome; we are watching and waiting and praying for your safe return.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Collective cannon fire

El Capitan recently posted about the flap-du-jour rumbling between the good Lord Spatula and the Reverend Myker. I read it with great interest because I know Lord Spatula and the venom between the two was immediately apparent. Then I was dumbstruck to find a photo from the Texas Blogfest that I had taken, probably with Denita Two Dragons' camera (or maybe it was LC Beth's camera, I forget stuff).

The Reverend used the photo to make a point (several actually) and I suppose anything that is on the web is fair game, with or without a copyright, although common-law copyright prevails.

This volley between Lord Spatula and the Reverend, was, IMHO, a vile spewing which brings insight into both personalities. I have never used my blog as a place to demean anyone in particular. In fact, I find it to be more important to use it as a reminder of what was important to me at any particular moment – more of a personal journal than a platform for ideological attacks. Not being elitist or anything, everyone has a right to express their opinions in whatever fashion they deem best.

Methinks life is too short to be mean and having fought for the freedoms you enjoy, I know it is too precious to waste. The Good Lord makes some interesting folks, doesn't he? And Lord Spatula and the Reverend make some interesting points.

Monday, July 25, 2005

There is a lesson to be learned here

Cousing EllDee sent these uncredited photos to Stomps With Foot.

Somehow, this Pit Bull, a dog of an American variety of bull terrier, noted for its muscular build and often associated with ferocity, did not heed the warnings to … step away from the porcupine. I think it is ironic that the porcupine won this battle. So heed my warning, mateys, if'n ye be seein' a porcupine, a large rodent with defensive spines or quills on the body and tail, of whatever nature, be sure you step away from the porcupine.

These critters get rather large and this kid may be in for it!

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Sniper's in Afghanistan

Somewhere in Afghanistan, our Special Operations Group (SOG) is operating, 24/7, to eradicate those who would harm our troops. These SOGgie bottom boys are what stands between us and them. God bless the snipers and the spotters. This is not for children, or the weak of stomach; it is war.

Click here to be redirected to my download site. The file is named: sniper.wmv.


Wednesday, July 13, 2005

I'm just a big glob of mush at this point.

Sweetie One sent this shot, among others. Click on the photo to be redirected, if'n ye be needin' a smile on yer face.

My daughter and my second granddaughter. Man! My heart is melting! I need to get down to New Braunfels soon and get another new-baby sniff. The last one is wearing off.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

How does she come up with this stuff ?

I have no idea where my bride of 35 years (Stomps With Foot) comes up with this stuff. But she is right again! I learned early on in our marriage that she is always right - well, not early enough to prevent a lot of grief and wringing of hands. Truth be told, it only took me 10 years. This should serve as notice to you blissful couples out there. Especially the grooms. The sooner you learn this Universal Truth, the better.

She must've been staring at the ceiling in the sun room. It's one of those "glittery-popcorn" ceilings; noticed how dirty it was, and decided to research how to remove it. I came home yesterday to, "Honey, I think the sun room, my office and your office ceilings are called "popcorn" ceilings and they contain asbestos." "No way," says I. "Well, I've been doing some research and everything I've read indicates that it is."

I shrugged (like there is anything I could do about that, and doubted it anyway) and gazed upon the ceiling. "Nah," I said, "doesn't even look like popcorn."

This morning I find an email at the office, from Stomps With Foot. Read it and remember the Universal Truth I mentioned earlier:
Textured ceilings installed before 1980 or sprinkled with glitter probably contain asbestos. "The gold or silver metal flakes are usually a tell-tale sign," says Leland Sumptur, a project manager at Asbestos Consulting Testing in Lenexa, Kan.

A professional asbestos testing firm can provide instructions on how to create a ceiling sample. Results typically come back in a few days.

If a ceiling contains more than 1 percent asbestos, homeowners can either keep the popcorn or have it professionally removed.

Asbestos-removal companies remove residue by wetting the ceiling and using negative-pressure machines that put the room under vacuum. Expect to pay at least $1,200 per room.

To save the expense, some homeowners ultimately decide to scrape the popcorn themselves. "We caution people against doing that," Sumptur says. But if homeowners are determined to tackle the project themselves, they should talk with a professional asbestos consultant about safety precautions.

If a ceiling contains less than 1 percent asbestos, it is safe for homeowners to scrape.

I think we should just install a drop ceiling with metal tiles or something inside the squares. Would cost a lot less than $1,200 per room. Sheesh, we have three room that are done that way. Anyone know how to get a popcorn ceiling tested for asbestos, I'm not worried about it or anything, but she is always right.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

May God bless the fallen …

May we kick the ragheaded asshats back to Hell. Post haste.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

"Busted" part deux

Blatently pirated from American Drumslinger. We be pirates, after all! And what's more? The beer can deserved it. Some people have the most wonderful bizarre talents. She should go on Letterman too, for Stupid Human Tricks. She'd win, but she would have to let go of the left jublee and slam two at once. Ouch! Ouch! You may have to watch this for more than one time, just to see the technique.


I received this wonderful Father's Day Card from Sweetie One (a.k.a. The Mothership) and her husband, codename: Duffer, while Stomps With Foot (SWF) was helping out with the new granddaughter in New Braunfels. Funny how I seem to not really bother with eating when SWF is out of town. I tend to live on things that are not particularly good for you, but are quick and easy. Things like snouts, lips, eyelids and sphincters Vienna Sausage and of course, my old standby of Pickapeppa Sauce on cream cheese which is globbed on Trisquits. Mmmmmm. You can read about my bachelor eating habits here as it still holds true today. A cold beer and something easy to make.

I must've let too many things sit in the refrigerator during SWFs absence. I thought I had thrown away everything I thought had either gone bad and had furry green mold on it (some of the mold was really fascinating) or had expired. A bunch of black-skinned bananas; a pizza that had been purchased before she left for a week was particularly fascinating.

I missed throwing out some other things though, which leads SWF to the usual question about what I had been doing with myself for the last week or so, "Why didn't you eat such-and-such, I just have to throw it away now?" Funny how a woman you've been married to for 35 years can just look into the refrigerator or cast a glance at the cupboard and know, instantly, what you've been having for meals, whether or not you go to the store before she comes home. She likes grouping "like things" together. An indelibly-etched lessin over from the first grade, no doubt. But with a single glance, she knows what's missing and what's not. She is smart like that. So I guess pouring the old milk down the drain wasn't enough! You'd think I'd have figured this out a long time ago.

One tends to take so many things for granted when one is married for 35 years, or even for one year for that matter.

So the card from Sweetie One and Duffer was particularly on target. The inside of the card reads … Around the kitchen, out the door, and to a good restaurant.

I love it when my children, too, prove they really know their dad. Sort of, sort of not.

Monday, July 04, 2005

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Saturday, July 02, 2005

Signalman, lower the ensign to half-mast

LCBeth has stirred up some supressed emotions about the loss of loved ones and comrades-at-arms. I am surprised to find myself in "flashback" mode, some 34-years since I returned deployment to Vietnam. She has a wonderful post that I wish you would all visit. I didn't know Sgt. Muralles, but I do know the pain and sadness his family is bearing – and will continue to bear throughout their lives.

Sergeant First Class Mark Muralles. Please click this photo to be re-directed, and remember to honor all who have, will, and are serving our nation in Afghanistan and globally, so we may have the freedoms for which they pay the ultimate price. Amazing Grace is being played on bagpipes in my head.

Tears are for the living.
The Lord bless you and keep you,
Make His face to shine upon you,
And be gracious to you.
The Lord lift up His Countenance upon you,
And give you peace. Amen. (Num. 6:24-26)

Friday, July 01, 2005

I have got to get me one of these!

My son, my son, codename: Jaeger sent this to me and it blew me away. I have always wanted a flying car but it looks like my chances of owning one of these babies is much better. Of course, I would need the additional billion dollars or so to keep her maintained by a crew of swarthy fembots and the tanker for in-flight refueling, but it shouldn't be much more than that. Even if JP5 fuel prices go up, I could budget.

It's a photo of a Tornado, and what a whirlwind ride that must be.

As the Tornado fighter bomber pulls up, while moving at high speed, it causes a stall (a transient high-speed stall). The impending drop in air pressure around the wings causes the moisture in the air to condense and, in effect, form instant clouds.

Jet fighters breaking the sound barrier, particularly when over water, often cause the same effect. There is a photo of one at the DalWorth FBO here at Love Field that has the water flying about 100 feet into the air as the jet's wake strikes it while flying about 10 feet above the surface. Awesome shot.

In the case of the Tornado, the condition is enhanced by the swing wings automatically moving to adjust for the stall condition.

Let's saddle up and ride this Palomino!

Will you help a brother out?

My friend and comrade-at-arms, Peter Williams, is back in London after helping with the tsunami relief (and much more) in Aceh province. He has a contract for an additional six months that pays him a whopping $218 a month - barely enough to pay for his rent and meals.

I encourage everyone to click his photo and be directed to the website he has constructed and maintains for IDEP, the NGO (Non-Governmental Organization) that he will be returning to. He has given me permission to publish this address so everyone can see what he has been up to. Peter spent his own money to get there as quickly as possible, after the tsunami last December. He spent 40 days working directly in Aceh, and the remainder of the time (some five months) in Indonesia working on the Sustainable Village Development Training program as well as the responsibilities below.

He leaves London on July 17th, so time is of the essence. Peter and the people of Aceh will thank you for your support. Reach into your hearts and pull some cash out of your pockets - any amount will help, even $10.

Send whatever you can (probably safe to send cash) or you can just send a check or money order to:

Peter Williams
1-4 Hollybush Place
London E2 9QX

Even though the pound is kicking our USA dollar in the ass, send something, please.

Here is what he will be doing:

IDEP Foundation is looking (they found him) for an experienced media officer to join its Aceh Programs team. The position will based in Aceh, and will rotate between IDEP’s Program areas based on a work plan formulated by the Programs managers and Programs Coordinator.

The responsibilities are as follows:

Create, maintain and develop web material to be used for PR and Fundraising purposes at IDEP Foundation for all IDEP’s Aceh programs including:
• Sustainable Villages Project, Lamsujen village, Lhoong
• Samatiga Community Development Project, Samatiga, Meulaboh
• CBCR (Community-Based Crisis Response) program
• Integrate web material into existing IDEP website
• Train 3 local staff people in each area in proper maintenance, management and updating of web site, photography, and infrastructure support
• Assess and coordinate IT infrastructure and media support needs in the field

This is what it means to be humanitarian. Leave the comfort of your flat in London, buy another ticket for Indonesia, sell all your stuff for living expenses, and help those who can least help themselves.

Bon Voyage, my friend. We will check your site often. And hopefully the post will bring you some help. "We get by with a little help from our friends." – The Beatles. "And, in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make." – John Lennon. Spread some love.

Readers … Will you help a brother out?