Friday, April 28, 2006

Gregory's (Messala's) Night at Walmart (day at the race)


Messala (Gregory): What do you think you see? The smashed body of a wretched animal! Is enough of a man still left here for you to hate? Let me help you......You think they're dead. Your mother and sister. Dead. And the race over. It isn't over Judah (Renee). They're not dead. Look for them in the Valley of the Lepers, if you can recognize them. It goes on. It goes on Judah (Renee). The race, the race is not over.

Monday, April 17, 2006

One Froggy Evening





Friday, April 14, 2006

Magua


This is one of our favorite character actors, Wes Studi as the tortured Magua...It is said that his heart is cold...Or burns. Haven't we all felt like Magua at times? You know, you walk in the door and are greeted / bombarded by something or someone and want to say... "Magua took the hatchet to color with blood, it is still bright, only when it is red will it be buried".

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra


The other day I caught an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation that I remember seeing long before the day I decided subreferencing TV was my thing. Star Trek, in all of its incarnations, is of course very subreferenceable most of the time, but this episode tickled the little linguistic subreference bone that I have somewhere deep in me.This episode, entitled Darmok, began with an encounter between Picard and another captain from an alien race who's language had been labeled "unintelligible". The translators could translate the words and names into English, but as we find out later the aliens speak in metaphor, using local myth and historical analogy to describe events and feelings. Much like if I were trying to convey that someone was crazy I would say "Tom Cruise on The Oprah Winfrey Show". Consequently if you do not know the local history and myths then to you this language would indeed be a bit unintelligible, even if you knew that the aliens were speaking in metaphor.This happens all the time actually. How many times have you been sitting around with some friends and someone will quote a show you haven't seen, or a book you haven't read? I do it all the time, and so does my brother. It would actually be quite efficient if you think about it, given a large enough body of shared culture and history. I think it could also convey ideas much more completely as well, since that is what we use regular metaphors as in real life. Of course, to make a whole language out of metaphors you would need all of those historical and mythical themes to be shared universally, as they are a bit too specific to be implied from context unless, like Picard, you actually ARE being hunted by a beast and your companion or wife actually says "Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra". It wouldn't really work out of that physical and temporal context. So, to sum up my day in a Tamarianesque sort of way...All those people in the Old Navy commercials. Arnold Frost sideburns circa 1975. Joanie and Bill at Kevin's house. Jack Bauer at the end of each show.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Overwhelming, am I not?


I am Box, I process nutrients and protein from the sea.

"The Drama that is about to unfold" Click click

Look out !!! It's the MUGATO!!! (a man in a monkey suit)
















Yarnek of Excalbia



Happy Easter Greg


Land Adventure: "look what we found on our easter egg hunt"

Sea Adventure: "is it an easter bunny?"

Air Adventure: "I remember this from somewhere"

Commander: " I will not be a party to this"

Adventure: " I thought this coffee can was a great place to hide easter eggs"

Tuesday, April 11, 2006


Dicta Boelcke

Rules of success in air combat, compiled by Hauptmann Oswald Boelcke.Annotated by Micheal Shackelford.
Introduction--- During the first half of the Great War, pilots and commanders were still sorting out what role aircraft might have in modern war. No one had fought a major war with aircraft before. There was no shortage of theories, but there were no established rules nor veterans to guide eager young pilots. Brave men learned their craft by trial and error. Those who made mistakes seldom lived long enough to learn from them, let alone tell anyone else what they had learned.
By the summer of 1916, Oswald Boelcke had become Germany's top fighter pilot. Feldflugchef Colonel Thomsen of the German High Command urged Boelcke to draw up a summary of principles that should govern every air fight. His list of 'rules' for success is often referred to as the 'Dicta Boelcke.'
While the Dicta sound simplistic, they represented the rules for successful air combat. The Dicta were still valid for World War II fighter pilots and even into the Korean War. Only when modern high-powered jet combat became 'blind' and electronic, did Boelcke's visually-based rules begin to lose their relevance.
The Dicta Boelcke listed below are quoted from Johannes Werner's biography of Boelcke, Knight of Germany, (1990, Greenhill. Original German, 1933 Boelcke: der Mensch ) Text between asterisks (*) are this author's interpretative commentary.

Dicta Boelcke

1. Try to secure advantages before attacking. If possible keep the sun behind you.

*'Advantages' for WWI aircraft included: speed, height, surprise, performance and numbers.
Speed - the pilot with the faster of two machines has control over the combat. He has the choice to break off combat and retire. The slower machine can not catch him. The pilot of a slower machine must stay on the defense. He can not run to safety. A fast moving aircraft can perform elaborate manoeuvres, giving its pilot many options. A machine flying close to its stall speed can do little beyond wallowing in a more or less straight line. Aircraft engines available in 1914 and 1915 provided just enough thrust to keep machines airborne at 80 mph, and not much more. Level flight was fine, but climbing to a higher altitude took several minutes and cut air speed nearly in half. Diving, on the other hand, could add half again to a plane's top speed. By 1916, engine power and speed increased. By the end of the war, aircraft were operating regularly at speeds over 130 mph. Speed was critical.
Height - From the advantage of flying above his opponent, a pilot had more control over how and where the fight takes place. He could dive upon his opponent, gaining a sizable speed advantage for a hit and run attack. Or, if the enemy had too many advantages, numbers for instance, a pilot fly away with a good head start. On average, WWI aircraft climbed slowly. Altitude was a hard earned 'potential energy' store not to be given away capriciously.
Surprise - getting the first shot before one's opponent is prepared to return fire was the 'safest' and preferred method for attack. Most air victories were achieved in the first pass. Without all-seeing devices like radar, a pilot could approach his foe stealthily, using clouds, haze or even using the enemy aircraft's own wings or tail to conceal his approach. The glare of the sun, especially, provided an effective hiding spot.
Performance- Knowing the strengths, weakness and capabilities of your own aircraft, and that of your foe, was also critical. Who was faster, who could turn tighter, how many were there, etc.? He argued against foolish acts of 'heroism.' If he could not 'secure advantages,' he would not attack. One of Boelcke's pupils, Manfred von Richthofen, learned this rule very well and became the war's top scoring ace.
A documented example of Boelcke 'securing advantages' took place on 17 September 1916. Boelcke and his pilots intercepted a flight of bombers and fighters crossing the lines. He chose not to attack right away, but had his Jasta climb higher above the bombers, keeping themselves between the bombers and the sun. There they circled and waited. When the bomber pilots, observers and fighter escort pilots were preoccupied with the destruction they were causing on the ground, Boelcke signaled for his pilots to attack. Several enemy aircraft went down and Jasta 2 lost no one.*

2. Always carry through an attack when you have started it.

*Rookie pilots would start a fight, but instinct (fear) would convince them to break it off and run. This inevitably presented the rookie's tail to his opponent's guns, making the rookie an easy victory for his enemy. Boelcke learned that it was far better to stay and continue mixing it up -- waiting for his opponent to make mistakes or flee -- than to break and run. To turn tail and run was to surrender most, if not all, of the advantages a pilot might have had.
As an example, when Manfred von Richthofen met British ace Lanoe Hawker in November 1916, each persisted in trying to get on the other's tail. Both stuck to Boelcke's second dictum. When their endless circling had brought them down near the ground behind German lines, Hawker had to chose between landing and capture or fleeing. He chose to flee. Richthofen was then able to get behind him and shot him down.*

3. Fire only at close range and only when your opponent is properly in your sights.

*A common rookie's urge was to start blasting away upon sighting his first enemy machine. Shots taken at ranges of 1000 yards stood little chance of hitting their mark. The rattle of machine gun fire would alert the intended target and gave them time to react.
The machine guns available for aircraft during the Great War were not highly accurate at longer ranges. Add to that the difficulty of aiming from a moving, bouncing gun platform at a fast moving target and it is a marvel that anyone ever hit anything. Boelcke preferred to fly to within 100 yards or less before firing, to ensure hitting what he aimed at with his opening burst. Once the rattle of his guns was heard, the advantage of surprise was gone, so it was best to make that first shot most effective.
Another aspect of making each shot count was the limited supply of ammunition carried in WWI aircraft -- usually only several hundred rounds. This could amount to less than 60 seconds of sustained fire. Reloading in the air varied from dangerous to impossible. Spraying the sky with lead in hopes of hitting something, eventually, was not an option. Shots had to be chosen carefully. Early in the war, when a sense of chivalry still held sway, some men allowed their opponents to depart if they were out of ammunition or had jammed guns. Total war did not allow such courtesies to last for long.*

4. Always keep your eye on your opponent, and never let yourself be deceived by ruses.

*The first part, 'keeping your eye on your opponent,' sounds obvious enough, but it needed to be stated. In the hustle and bustle of an air fight it was easy to lose sight of your adversary. A restatement of this rule might be: never assume you know where your opponent is or will be. If a pilot 'lost' his foe, the advantage shifted to the foe. A successful pilot did not allow himself to be distracted from his opponent.
Ruses. It was not an uncommon practice for a pilot to feign being hit, going into a supposedly uncontrolled spin or dive, in order to exit a fight that was not going well. This practice traded on the chivalry of their opponents. To continue hammering a man who was already going down, was thought unsportsmanlike. Boelcke recognized that too many enemy were being allowed to escape and return to fight another day. War for national survival was not sport. He taught against the accepted notion that once a machine began to spin down, that one could move on. If it was a ruse, the enemy pilot would pull out at the last moment and either escape or return to attack, perhaps now having gained the advantage of surprise. Boelcke wanted his pupils to follow their opponent down. Make sure they were out of the fight or resume the fight if necessary.*

5. In any form of attack it is essential to assail your opponent from behind.

*Firing at a machine flying across one's path required 'leading' the shot -- aiming ahead of a moving target to compensate for its speed. While a few pilots were adept at the mental calculations necessary and good areal marksmen, most were much less adept. The velocity of a moving gun platform, the speed of bullets plus the speed and direction of a moving target could be a lot to consider in the heat of battle. Furthermore, in deflection firing, the target could cross the stream of fire whose bullets were 200 feet or more apart. Such crossing gave less exposure to the bullets.
Head-on attacks or head-to-tail attacks required little or no calculated deflection in aim. Head-on attack, however, exposed one directly to the enemy's guns. Far safer and more effective to have one's target and bullet stream all traveling in more or less the same direction. This required little or no 'leading,' and exposed the target to a greater concentration of fire.
Because of the prevalence of attack from the rear, aircraft design adapted to allow for rear firing guns in two-seaters and larger bombers.*

6. If your opponent dives on you, do not try to evade his onslaught, but fly to meet it.

*This rule is related to dictum #2 above. The instinctive reaction of many rookies was to turn and flee from an approaching attacker -- especially a diving one. This simply presented their tail to the attacker, usually with disastrous results. Boelcke taught that a pilot had to conquer that instinct. Turning to face the attack could force the attacker onto the defensive, or at least keep the situation unsettled, which was far better than presenting your tail. Even though climbing to meet an attack would reduce speed, it was better to try to bring one's own guns to bear than flee.*

7. When over the enemy's lines never forget your own line of retreat.

*If a pilot chose to flee a superior force, or was coming down with damaged machine, it was critical to spend what little time he might have going in the right direction. This rule sounds as though it is stating the obvious, but Boelcke found it necessary to include. More than a few pilots came down behind enemy lines because they got confused and lost their way. In WWI, areal navigation was done mostly by sight. Taking regular note of landmarks helped a pilot get his bearings quickly, perhaps making the difference between safety and captivity.*

8. For the Staffel: Attack on principle in groups of four or six. When the fight breaks up into a series of single combats, take care that several do not go for one opponent.

*In the first year or so of WWI, air combat was more of a one-on-one affair. The early aces, like Pegoud, Garros, Boelcke and Immelmann, hunted the skies alone. Later in the war the sheer number of machines in the sky increased. Several reconnaissance machines traveled together for mutual protection, further protected by escorting fighters. Boelcke recognized that the days of the lone hunter were over. Many young pilots, however, still came to the front expecting to dash valiantly into battle alone as an errant knight, only to be quickly overwhelmed by multiple enemies.
Boelcke tirelessly lectured his pupils on the need for teamwork -- sometimes scolding them for acting too independently. Attacking in a group allowed the leader to concentrate his attention exclusively on his target, while his 'wingmen' protected his tail.
Air battles later in the war could involve dozens of aircraft from each side at the same time. The sky could become a swirling tangle of machines. When 'your' side was at a numerical disadvantage, it was especially important not to double up on one opponent. The concentrated fire was of dubious value, since you were just as likely to get in each other's way as hit the enemy. Doubling up also left an enemy machine somewhere unbothered and free to tail one of your side's machines. Later in the war, teamwork became the primary key to success and survival.*

Hauptman Boelcke died in crash landing on 28 October 1916. Unlike other heroes who took the secrets of their success to their graves, Boelcke left behind his 'Dicta' and a small group of men he had personally tutored. Several of these men went on to become accomplished aces in their own rights. Boelcke's star pupil, Manfred von Richthofen, eventually carried on Boelcke's role as Germany's top fighter pilot and mentor, with his own additional dicta.

The Beast On The Roof


The beast (Krissy) was mad at us for sending her to her room for fighting with her sister. Her reaction was normal for the daughter of a Fire Fighter, climb on the roof and look for fire extension or a good place to open a vent hole. I sure hope she sounded the roof before she put her foot on the shingles. All is not lost though, I always thought she would be a truckie rather than a tubie...life goes on.

Friday, April 07, 2006

The Life of a US Marine


Dear Ma and Pa: I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before maybe all of the places are filled. I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m., but am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing. Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there's warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, and stuff, but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food. But tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you till noon, when you get fed again. It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on "route" marches, which the Platoon Sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it is not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks. The country is nice, but awful flat. The Sergeant is like a schoolteacher. He nags some. The Capt. is like the school board. Majors and Colonels just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none. This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don't move. And it ain't shooting at you, like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges. They come in little metal boxes. Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break easy. It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home. I'm about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake. He joined up the same time as me. But I'm only 5'6" and 130 pounds and he's 6'8" and weighs near 300 pounds dry. Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in. Your loving daughter, Gail

Thursday, April 06, 2006

The Mole, by my daughter


It’s finally springtime! The trees are budding, flowers are blooming, the birds are singing, the days are getting longer and warmer, and everything should be beautiful in no time. My backyard looks like an active war-zone, littered with chaotic trenches, wayward tunnels, and shell craters. With two dogs and an avid mole problem, that is the norm for my family.

When I step outside, I have to watch where I am going. If I’m not careful, I could sink down into one of the holes the moles have burrowed, or fall into one of the pits that are just the right depth to break my ankle. Those pits are just some of the feeble attempts my dogs made at catching the vermin. If they could, my dogs would spend every waking hour tearing up my yard tracking the moles. They dig for hours on end, gradually turning my beautiful black and yellow labs into an unrecognizable, chocolate-colored mess. After their five second attention span causes them to lose interest in that particular hole, they roam around the yard for a while, followed by a cloud of dirt. But, as per usual, they will pick up the scent of another mole, and begin their filthy process again.

One day, not too long ago, all their hard and monotonous work paid off. They got one. He was this little brown lump, about the size of a mouse, with these huge, white, paddle-like paws with short, stubby claws. Apparently, that’s what they use to dig those annoying tunnels that go in every imaginable direction.

Moles move very fast, so that’s why my dogs could never catch them. They must have come up with a strategy or something, because at least once a week, they uncover two or more moles. The assassin is my younger dog, Toby. She’s the one who hunts the moles down and kills them. Abby, the older one, just joins in the digging because she’s too old and slow to keep up the chase. When Toby got her first mole, she didn’t try to eat it, as I had expected. She played with it until it stopped screaming. I have never heard a noise like that before in my entire life, let alone coming from something as tiny as a mole. The way Toby killed this mole left me awe-stricken. She grabbed it in her mouth, and kept flipping it up in the air. Both my dogs were trying to grab it out of the air. Sometimes they caught it, and would just fling the poor thing back up. When they missed, it was a mad dash to the carcass, where they’d pounce on it, grab it again, and continue playing their new game. Once Toby, the Great Mole Killer, had had her share of fun, she proudly carried her prize around the yard, showing it off to anyone who was around. After she had made sure that everyone knew of her accomplishment, she dropped the mole and went inside to rest. Since she’s learned how to track and kill the moles, she does it on a regular basis. I make sure I know where her mouth has been before I let her lick my face now.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

The Man Hands

Gregory and I just finished installing and extending the phone lines to Renee's office. All was well until Greg's hands swelled up like watermelons. His hands resembled claws as they began to tremble. All I could do was scream about wanting healthy thyroid tissue. That will be another post for another time.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

HALABJA



Well I knew it would happen. Sadaam will finally roast for what he did to the Kurds in 1988 in Halabja. This is a battle cry like "remember the Alamo" or "remember the Maine". Let's see his defence team wiggle him out of that one. The hangman awaits. HALABJA !!!