What's more significant to you?:

1. Evolution

2. Infinite space
A. Other-than-human life

3. Ear wax production - my 4-year med student sister hasn't answered me that.

4. Who, how, why - 'laws' of physics conception (why is my bike balance and why better at faster speeds significant enough to hold true?)

Body Worlds:

I am planning on seeing the Tampa exhibit of this sometime soon. It seems like this should be wrong. Nah....

These guys are the best rock band!:

I've posted a similar link recently, but this deserves repeating that Chicos' Groove is the greatest rock band ever. Period. I love the pic of Will (drummer). Someone snapped the pic as we cued the song ending. His cymbals were just hit, hence their angle.

Look, listen, live:

I remember a bumper sticker stating those 3 'L''s. I had that bumper sticker on my closet door throughout my childhood. I don't post this to rubberneck. The car is so demolished that it's hard to believe there were any survivors.

50 Bands to See Before You Die:

This is so annoyingly subjective, but the list is still cool.

I have only seen 2 on the list (The Strokes and Neil Young). My father has seen 2 as well (Stones and The Who).

New Scientist Breaking News - Smart beer mat orders refills

So simple - I can't believe it hasn't come out until 2005!

Rolling Stones to rock halftime at Super Bowl

Awesome.

Wow.

Get a load of this guy!

death and destruction:

I forgot to mention in my Thursday, September 22, 2005 Weezer & Foo Fighters Concert summary that Weezer did 'Death and Destruction' off 'Maladroit' as a roller coaster instrumental. 'Twas beautiful; should have been there.

No relevance, just a good pic. 

Lake Champlain. 

Bandwagon by BandSpace.com - spreading on The Net:

I'm not exclusive. Bandspace.com found me on my MySpace page (link to the right). I joined. Bandspace uploads only 3 songs, but they do so with the best sound quality I have seen. Bandspace is also allowing music videos to be uploaded in the near future. I have 3, you want them?

Please check out my music at: Bandwagon by BandSpace.com

Music biz index

Bemuso.com - Music biz index

Interesting.

Flight School notes online:

JamesCooley.com has all my flight school notes.

I Can't WAIT To Hit The Ice:

Jules Winnfield: Youth Hockey Coach

Chicos' Groove - my high school band

Chicos' Groove!"

I googled "jcq" saratoga springs and found this. JCQ is/was James Cooley Quintet, the other band I spent the most time with.

Searching "James Cooley Quintet" gets you to justinjoyner.com - our great guitarist's site. If you're into blues/rock, he's your man, and he's damn good at it.

Clearly, I couldn't get to sleep tonight. The 5K's going to su...no, I'm going to suck tomorrow.

Favorite Font?:

On this 12-hour duty (9/21), I’m killing as many blog posts as I can. I’m curious how long they’ll stretch out. See, as I’ve said before, when I have time, I mass-produce weblog posts so’s to have posts when I’m too busy to write. Often times, however, even when I’m busy, I’ll think of quick posts or something will strike me out of nowhere – pics, etc. That was wordy.


What’s your favorite font? Please post it so I can experiment. Mine’s always been Bell MT because of the ‘Q’s,’ ‘5’s,’ and ‘2’s.’ Bell MT may have become ennuyé, however.

Weezer & Foo Fighters Concert – 9/10:

A ticket was purchased on Friday afternoon to leave Saturday early AM for Tampa. Sunrise, FL, via Naples and Miami, showcased a Top 3 of All Time Concert for me. A longtime fan of Weezer, it was no surprise that they rocked. It was a surprise to see how much fun they had, I had, the crowd had, and Foo Fighters had for being on tour with them. Foo Fighters are way louder and heavier than I anticipated.

We stood about 40’ back from the stage. The crowd was a jovial group.

Sound was pristine. One could hear all vocal harmonies, all instruments. Weezer played a lot of old stuff, even off of Pinkerton. The best song of the night was ‘Say It Ain’t So.’ Throughout Weezer’s performance, the band traded who was going to sing and who played what instrument. Everyone in the band can sing well. Sarah’s father started a (the only) moshpit during ‘Surf Wax America.’

Rivers Cuomo got Weezer’s encore underway by sitting on the soundbooth, behind us all, acoustic guitar in hand, and singing ‘Island In the Sun.’

Foo Fighters arrived with a thunderous entrance. It was so cool to finally see Dave Grohl in person. He walked onto the stage and belted a blood-curdling scream. The audience, set aback, was all, ‘Whoa! This is going to kick our asses!’ Foo Fighters rocked us hard. The light show was great. FF’s backdrop were stacks of old, partially put-together amps and speaker cabs. The pile was about 20’ tall and 70’ wide. FF played all their hits. One of their highlights was when Dave played and sang ‘Everlong’ solo. He varied the tempo between chorus, verse, and bridge. He’s a funny guy – spits, swears, & screams. He’d talk to us frequently. “Just download it…I don’t need any more money. So long as you’re singing along, that’s all I care about.”

We Won:

Our Coast Guard-comprised relay team won last weekend's Marine Corps 5K Team Category. Here's the proof. There was a mixup with our team name. We're down as Team Coast Guard (similar to Team America). What we had told the dingleberries was that our name was '5K Crashers.'

We got our pictures taken with the local Hooters girls. Supposedly, those pics will be posted on this same site; runresults.net

Sometimes... 

...you just got to rock. 

New (to me) songs/bands/flight blocks

I’m missing the season finale of Rockstar: INXS; I’m on the schedule for 2 night flights (formations complete today); however, excited to fly these flights though.

‘Hell Yes’ by Beck.

‘Go It Alone’ by Beck.

The Statler Brothers:
‘Will the Circle Be Unbroken’
‘Do You Remember These?’
‘The Class of ‘57’

The Rents. 

Flawless Boston/Newport Vacation – Labor Day Weekend:

I love Mass Transit. Sarah and I immediately took The T from the airport to Central Park station on the Red Line where Mark resides. I love the musty, old, train greased, non-ventilated subway smell. It reminds me of good times. The whole weekend Sarah and I rode The T for free via military ID on person.

Double Date OPS: were exuberant. Mark and his gal, Kellie, had mucho libations and our quartet had a hoot dancing to Michael Jackson and other fun ‘80’s and hippity hop songs.

Duck Tour: I’m a fan. The ones I’ve been on, Seattle, Providence, and Boston, have all had the same vibe; an avuncular long-time local or someone of a goofy middle/older-aged demeanor gives the tour and drives the WWII amphibious vehicles throughout the city while revealing little-known and historical facts. Then, the bus transforms to a boat. We went on the Charles. Tour guide had a thick Boston accent – which solidifies the tour’s authenticity. We laughed. I got to drive the duck on the river.

Brunch. Naptime.

Red Sox ball game: Because I don’t watch TV, don’t care about pop team sports, and don’t follow any teams, Mark would tease saying, “Enjoying the match, Jim?”
“Yeah, but the judges aren’t giving so many ‘6’’s this tournament though,” I’d respond.
Cost $7 for military member and his/her guest.
The $7 admission was for standing room behind home plate. There were exactly 4 seats open for about 20 minutes before we stole them…fair and square and didn’t get asked/instructed to move the entire game! Woo woo! Again, Double Date OPS proved to be most delightful. We snuck in a lot of booze. The Red Sox won. We danced the night away afterwards.

A side story: Like I said, Mark and Kellie were A-OK in the alcohol department. There we are, T-ing from the game to bars. The subway was packed.
- Mark and I were being super juvenile and loud.
- All weekend, Mark would proclaim, “Public Display of Affection Maaaaannnn!!!!” whenever the two of them, or Sarah and I would do cute couple ops. I know, I know… This was an ongoing joke. However, because the members in the two couples dug each other, mild-PDA was common and celebrated.
- Mark was wasted.
The result: unbeknownst to Mark, but very knownst to me, while Mark caressed (with his left hand) Kellie’s arm in the crowded subway, his right hand moved from the ‘Oh-Shit-Bar’ to my back for small caressings as well!
“MARK! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” He replied with a laugh. Then, when we hashed out what had happened (Mark was drunk and knew he was going to caress someone, damnit!) the four of us guffawed – very annoyingly to the other passengers.
Providence and Newport bound: No sleeping in! Again exhausted, we started our day (again) by running to mass transit, a train to Providence, and a cab to the Newport-Providence (brand new) High Speed ferry. Trains rock! 110 mph and 40 minutes later, Providence never looked better. The weather, btw, was stellar ALL weekend. What a treat that dry, slightly cooler, air was. Dang. We said hello to the city in our 6 minute cab ride. Sarah, Mark, and I met my parents at the ramp for the ferry. THIS FERRY IS AWESOME! It takes 1h5min to arrive in the other city. What a view from the channel. I got some great pics of NAPS, the bridge, sailboats, etc.

Biking Newport: after a fab lunch with my parents, catching up ops, and foo foo drink ops, the kids split off and rented bicycles. We rode all over and even illegally on the cliff walk. The city looked great, the weather was superlative, and we saw Newport is most all of its glory. Words can’t describe our bike ride. So….I’m not going to bother; should’ve been there. I’ll post some pics. In fact, if you want any/all, let me know.

It’s September. It’s the NE: The ferry ride back was chilly. In fact, I was straight cold. Unlike the others in my party, I kept my attire down to shorts and a tee shirt. Sure every weekend from here on out is going to be colder than the last in the Northeast. But for me, the cold was dry and different from what I’ve had to deal with as of late. Hell yeah, it’s a change and I loved it!
Before I knew it, we left my parents and headed back to Boston. Champagne was cracked and we headed out to meet some of Mark’s friends. Bar fight. Fortunately, we returned just before the last VH1 Sunday night showing of Rockstar: INXS, of which, Sarah and I are obsessed with.

I got 45 minutes of sleep before ‘starting’ my day and heading to the airport. I am thankful for my foresight in reserving a window seat to put my head against on flights home. I don’t even remember watching either take-off or landings. After arriving back to the house, I slept another 6 hours until 5:13 PM. Now that’s a weekend!

Bah-sten 

Charles & MORE DUCKS! 

Historics. 

Double -  

dates. 

Stones - Albany - Last Night - Rocked!

The house lights went dark; a single spotlight shone on the huge stage, and out sauntered Keith Richards - as recognizable from the highest row of seats in the Pepsi Arena (yes), as he is in photos, who while still walking, launched into the opening riff of "Start Me Up" to kick off a show that featured 21 songs in 2 hours and 5 minutes! It was pure fun. Was it the BEST concert I've ever seen? Perhaps not. The most thrilling? I don't know. But the most pure fun? You bet! Like a great Herb Schmeck roller coaster, this was all-out fun from start to finish. Mick's energy level is simply breathtaking. And I'm whining about taking the stairs at work! Charlie Watts got the expected long ovation after just coming back from cancer treatment, but it was Keith that the Albany audience really cheered - so much so that at one point he said, "Quiet, kids, I wanna play my song." After Mick said, "Ellow, Al-benny," he said, "And 'Hi' to Saratoga." The only way the show could have been better would be if I were still there now. Pure fun. The stage backdrop was an array of multi-verticle lights surrounding a BIG screen that showed whatever the on-stage camera picked up - which meant great close-ups of Lisa, the well-endowed backup singer's, ample cleavage. When the stage slid out into the audience, midway through the show, many bras and panties were thrown onto the stage, but, sadly, the video was not on to show the results thereunto. The crowd was a bit more Harley-Davidson than I would have liked, but the carnivalesque atmosphere on blocked-off South Pearl Street, prior to the show, more than made up for this. All in all - a stellar evening. Bonus: They had great souvenirs, including a 'tongue' pin, which when turned on, emits flashing blue and red rolling lights. Truly obnoxious. Of course I got one. More later; I've got to calm down.



Stones still rolling in ageless rock -- another review

Our sweet bikes that we took off of some sweet jumps. Don't be jealous. 

Pretty sweet Newport beach sand sculpture. 

Pulling in to Newport. 

Newport Bridge....not called that though....Pops? This is the mighty bridge that keeps N.A.P.S.ters sane. 

Providence from the new high speed ferry. You can barely make out the Biltmore sign right in the center of the photo. 

This is from a clinic. 

Formation solo flight today; it rocked:

Yes, everytime I sling my dog tags around my neck I hear GDDCBCBAAGABABCBGBA....sorry (Top Gun theme song).

This flight is most student’s favorite flight in Flight School. It was definitely in my top 3. When I flew with our Skipper a couple weeks ago, his comment on our initial accent resonates still, “There are worse jobs, Jim!”

No shit!

The trigometry works out that when flying formations in the T-34, we’re just shy of 11’ apart from each other – and they trust us to fly these alone! For us Coasties, these flights are essentially pointless, but who cares?!, they’re fun.

Our formation call sign was ‘Metal.’ My form partner is an Italian exchange student. I always said, ‘it works out for our language barrier that most comms are via hand signals…’ It’s pretty badass to hear ‘Metal’ over the radio in a thick Italian accent. I wanted our callsign to be ‘Callsign’ or ‘Deznuts.’ I didn’t think they’d fly (pun very intended). You want the word to be 2 syllables and clear with hard sounds like ‘Short Track.’ Some good ones lately: ‘Ramrod,’ ‘Jedi,’ & ‘Jitterbug.’ It’s good comic relief when you’re up there focusing on the maneuvers and ‘Ramrod’ is transmitted. I then recite the entire Super Troopers scene in my head.

So that’s that for my solo days…until I rent a Cesna or something.

"Girl" by Beck.

New Metal:

"I Died For You" by Iced Earth
"Bullet Ride" by In Flames

There's this genre that I haven't heard of or simply heard until a week ago; battle metal. It's like medieval metal but totally different from goth....not anything like goth. It has these keyboarded horns - totally fun!

solo/rockstar/concerts/sports

I have my Formation solo flight tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it. This could be my last solo flight for a long time.

Rockstar: INXS has captivated me. They're down to the last 3 singers. My vote's Mig. JD and Marty have it made with solo careers. I can't get enough of this show.

I've traveled a lot lately. Last weekend, I flew down to Sunrise, FL and saw Weezer and Foo Fighters. It was a concert of all concerts. More to follow; I'm still trying to catch up from Labor Day Weekend in Boston… as far as blogging goes.

This weekend, I'm running a 5K as a Coastie team with fellow 2003ers. Ace, Ian, Mike, Byron, and I are going to haul it to victory...at least our short, coaching-style shorts will lead us to style/coolness victory. Immediately after the race, I'm signing up for this season’s Jr. Ice Pilots men's hockey league. I haven't played in 2 years since CGA but am sure I can keep up with the old bastards. Most of these guys do adult hockey to sit around the locker room half-naked stinking, drinking, and talking loudly about pro hockey and other team sports that I don't follow or have any clue about.

Same meaning, different spelling?:

Synonyms are different words having the same meaning.


Homophones are words that are pronounced the same but differ in meaning, origin, and sometimes spelling.
(‘Homonym’ and ‘homograph’ are synonyms for ‘homophone’).

Heteronyms are words that have the same spelling as another word but with a different pronunciation and meaning.
('Heteronyms' and 'homographs' are also synonyms).

(And since my lousy research revealed the possible anomaly with the word ‘homograph,’ ‘homograph’ is a homophone).


So, what are words with the same meaning, but different spellings called?

3 come to mind right away; theater/theatre, center/centre, and color/colour.

I ask, because I don’t know.

My Father Said:

I think it would be funny, where your blog says: "View my complete profile," if when someone clicked on it, up popped a photo of you facing sideways to the camera in silhouette. But that's just me; I could be wrong.

Moose is incorrect:

View the math proof below. Moose's comment was:

'The one problem is the very beginning: why, if girls require time AND money, does the equation state time TIMES money? AND always means addition. '

Moose scored a perfect score (or near perfect) on the Verbal, NOT the Math portion of the SAT's.

Granted, Moose, usually 'and' implies addition. However, if said girl has more time, she's capable and will spend more money. In addition, when one has money, they're able to 'buy time,' per se. And Moose, multiplication is further proved correct by the next line in the problem stating:
Time = Money
If there's more of one, there's more of the other, and therefore 'the girl' can buy time and spend more with that increase in time.

Get with the program.

Not that I agree, but I always embrace sound logic.  

This picture corresponds with the below link. 

The BNR Metal Pages

Best, and only for all I know, exclusive metal page. I heard of it this afternoon and already have some new short-term-favorite metal bands.


Turisas is one of these new fav's.

1st time. 

Aramark served CGA. 

'Ehhhhh Batttah!' 

Pre-game. 

Sorry to do this to you, reader:

I've been getting comment spam lately. Now, to enter a comment, you have to type in a random word that appears, much like if you were using ticketmaster (The Devil).

WEATHERMAN GETS INTERUPTED

WEATHERMAN GETS INTERUPTED

Proof that i got to drive one of these bad boys: 

Ride the Ducks is always a humorous and informative tour...at least in Seattle, Providence, and Boston. 

If these words were people, I would embrace their genocide.

It is extremely appropriate that I link this slam on blogs. This, of course, is written by my long-time writing-statute, Maddox, publisher of ‘The Best Page In The Universe.’ You will laugh.

Fortunately, I am only guilty of about 8% of this. This link is linked mainly for irony’s sake. Take notes.

Last Aerobatic solo flight and last real solo for a while:

Kind of a crazy day. Lately I've been extremely stressed about making this Friday’s commercial flight to Boston. See, I’m trying to catch a 3:08 flight but I may have a tie-cutting ceremony, the hurricane…yadda yadda… So it was such a treat to get up in the air with today’s unusually stellar weather.

I flew with the Skipper for my Safe For Solo flight and he promptly got me back in the air before sundown. This last flight was my favorite flight thus far. I will get a few more solo flights but only with an instructor tailing behind our formation. Depending on what rotary airframe I get next year, I may not fly solo like this until 1. I rent a Cesna somewhere (not likely) or 2. I fly my own single-engine personal plane (don’t own yet) as a 55 year old retiree. No matter, I cherished the flight, did the aerobatic maneuvers, and flew low, checking out the east coast of Mobile Bay. The sun was setting, there was no traffic, and I…was...alone…

Google Earth:

Google Earth - pretty cool site.