aeneas

I can hardly blame all those crazy people walking around talking to fenceposts. If I were nuts, I think, and I experienced a moment of total clarity -- absolute lucid awareness -- I would probably just shake my head, shudder, say "no thanks" and then go back to having a spirited argument with a dust molecule.

Just got home from having a very nice dinner (beer and hot wings served by women in small, tight outfits) with Lisa. She was still all wound up from her statistics class, which is, apparently, largely populated by idiots. She is finding the course quite easy, although many of her classmates seem to think it's post-doctoral quantum-hyperspatial astrophysics or something.

After we finished eating we...
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There is a sorority of women who skydive that calls itself "The Pink Mafia." They are basically a loose nationwide affiliation of hot, hardcore, bad-ass, rock-'n'-roll chicks who happen to enjoy flinging themselves out of airplanes. I sense a major crossover demographic factor here. One cannot help but wonder how many Pink Mafia Sisters (PMS) are also Suicide Girls, or at least SG fans and...
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Flying over south Florida at night is an amazing experience visually. There is a narrow strip of luminsecence -- a dense, sparkling grid of development crisscrossed by moving rivers of white headlights and red taillights -- sharply bounded on the east by the blackness of the Atlantic Ocean and on the west by the blackness of the Everglades. I never get tired of it. Still,...
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"People don't complete us. We complete ourselves. If we haven't the power to complete ourselves, the search for love becomes a search for self-annihilation; and then we try to convince ourselves that self-annihilation is love."

-- Erica Jong, from her novel Fear of Flying, chapter 18.

Sometimes I wonder.

Then I recognize the inherent pointlessness and futility of the activity, so I stop.

But then I cannot help but contemplate the greater meaning of the fact that I stopped doing it just because it was pointless and futile, which makes me think about whether something has to have a well-defined and practically useful objective in order to justify it.

Then I...
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"The idea of a Supreme Being who creates a world in which one creature is designed to eat another in order to subsist and then passes a law saying "thou shalt not kill" is so monsterously, immeasurably, bottomlessly absurd that I am at a loss to understand how mankind has entertained or given it house room all this long."

-- Peter De Vries

I'm back from Atlanta. The return ride was cold and wet . . . seven hours of chilly drizzle. I'm ready to buy an electric vest, electric socks and electric gloves.

The job itself was fine, aside from one emergency landing in Macon. (Plus the usual problems with ground couriers. But that's par for the course.)

Conducting interviews and starting a new ground school on...
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Whew! Thursday night I rode straight from work to Tampa and checked into a motel. Friday morning I got up, rode to the airport and went on duty. I flew to Tallahasse and Pensacola, then back to Tallahasse and finally back to Tampa. I went off duty at 11 P.M.

Then I rode back to Orlando! I stopped in Lakeland to eat breakfast at a...
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"The dyslexic agnostic insomniac lies awake at night wondering if there is a dog."

Yesterday a former employee showed up with his six-foot "giraffe" unicycle. Rob brought his 20"-wheel unicycle and I got out my own 24"-wheel unicycle and the three of us rode around in circles in front of the maintenance hangar with airplanes parked everywhere. It was a bizarre and completely unplanned spectacle....
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