Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Boom

Apple sent this out to media outlets today. It's coming. October 4th. Whatever it is, it's coming.


Saturday, September 17, 2011

Such Foresight

From my reading this weekend, a quote from President Dwight D. Eisenhower's farewell address. He warns of the influence of the military-industrial complex:
The conjunction of an immense military establishment and a large arms industry is new in the American experience. The total influence--economic, political, even spiritual--is felt in every city, every statehouse, every office of the federal government...We must not fail to comprehend its grave implications. Our toil, our resources and livelihood all are involved; so is the very structure of our society. 
In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist.  
We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes.


Eisenhower would be very disappointed with the present-day saturation of our government by the military-industrial complex. Nevertheless, this is an astounding prediction. Thanks for blowing my mind, Dwight.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Speechless

An amazing picture from 9/11 that I hadn't seen.

Remembering 9/11, Again

My thoughts after reading through the 9.11.11 New York Times.

The dominant themes of the paper this morning seem to be: 

1) It’s been ten years. Let’s make this the last big memorial and then let’s move on. Again, it’s been ten years. How long do we have to do this? 

And 2) Beginning September 12, 2001, America started down a path that has brought us unnecessary, prolonged wars in countries that are now more unstable than they were in 2001. In addition, anti-Americanism has flourished in a lot of the Middle East, which, in turn, hasn’t made it a safer world for anyone despite the homeland not being attacked in the last ten years.

And, on this 10th anniversary, I have found, not a new respect for, but a renewed respect for President Bush. This is simply a respect for the President of the United States of America. Being the president on that day and in the following weeks must have been an unimaginable burden and one Bush least expected to bear and one I am sure he will deal with for the rest of his life. As it turned out, I don’t agree with most of Bush’s reactions to 9/11, but I think we can all appreciate his stoicism on that day, his visit to the WTC site, and his speech from the rubble while he had his arm around a NYC Firefighter. 

With my breaks today from reading for grad school, I will be reading more of the Times and special editions of Time and The New Yorker that sit on my coffee table. I won't be watching much TV because the visual remembrance of 9/11 is the same every year because it can offer nothing new. Meaning, the images can't evolve like our reflections on that day can and so I think the best medium to reflect upon this day is, undoubtedly, the written word. 

Thursday, September 08, 2011

Listening to 9/11 Unfold

The media is saturated with 10th anniversary 9/11 stuff right now and it is hard to make your way through it just to find one genuine piece of journalism. However, this morning I went to nytimes.com and they had posted, and made available to listen to, a bunch of transmissions from 9/11 as it happened. I listened to the first one and I was riveted by what I heard. I stayed in my seat until the last tape was done, the one in which the order is given to shoot down any planes if they are not responding to directions, but by that time, as we know, all four planes had crashed. 


The tapes are worth a listen.

Tuesday, September 06, 2011

The New Whip

My mother-in-law bought her dream car last weekend. Apparently, she has wanted a convertible for 30+ years and on Saturday in Fort Collins whatever separated her from actually buying a convertible came crashing down in a big way. 

I have to say, her choice was excellent because I can sort of fit in this vehicle (front row only) and it is fun to drive (she let Kate and I take it out for a little spin in Laramie on Sunday). I know it's the first convertible I have ever driven (really good visibility in this thing) and maybe it will be the last, who knows? I just don't see myself getting one any time soon nor in the distant future. For now, it is a little fun to actually know I can ride in one when I want (at least 3 months out of the year in Wyoming).

2011 Volvo C70

Friday, September 02, 2011

Charleston Wedding: Saturday and Sunday

Irene killed a lot of starfish. Damn her. 


Horseshoe Crab. Dead. Missing two legs. Huge, scary looking creature.


The plaque in front of this tree (the Magnolia Plantation oak) reads: Though its age cannot be determined by boring, it was referred to as a "large oak" in the earliest days of this 300 year old plantation. Because fires were built in its interior by early plantation workers, [they mean slaves, my addition here] this tree has been completely hollow for more than a century, and its growth thus retarded. However, measuring over 30 feet in circumference, it remains one of America's largest specimens of live oak. (Quercus Virginiania)
It bothered me that they used the wording "early plantation workers" on the plaque. Why don't you just call them what they were? There's no sugarcoating that era and when I ran into even a hint of it in the South it really made me miss Colorado.

Once again, the oak. 

And its large, old arms.

Amazingly, I hadn't sweat through the front of my dress shirt at this point, but I was well on my way. This, I believe, was taken as Courtney walked in. 

Frank. Isle of Palms. Riding his bike he brought down from Jersey.

Frank on his way back.

Sunday. Irene gone. Pleasant coastline and dunes.

All So F*#@&!


The thing about sitting in the exit row, besides the legroom, is the briefing one gets before the plane takes off. “Are you willing and able to assist in case of an emergency? I need an audible yes,” the flight attendant says. Of course I say yes, hell yes (I am not losing this seat), but I am lying because somewhere in their speech about exit row responsibilities they told me I would stand on the wing and assist others out of the plane.

In case of an emergency, in case I am actually alive after the plane crashes, I am willing and able to rip the 40 lb. door off the plane and throw it out. I will be willing and able to get all of those friends and family members I am travelling with out of the plane too. But after that, to expect me to stand on a wing full of fuel ready to blow is insane. Whenever the flight attendant reaches this point of their speech, I can only think, nobody is going to do that, nobody is going to be that calm. It’s comical and I might even laugh or let a smile flash across my face. The serenity the flight crew and the airline’s safety publication try to bring to the situation is comical.

Another responsibility of those fortunate enough to sit in the exit row is that we get to determine if the exit is safe and if it isn’t we are supposed to stand there with our arms crossed on our chest like we are going down a water slide and say, “This exit’s blocked.” We are supposed to say this over and over again and point in the right direction to exit the plane. It is much easier for me to imagine someone standing at the exit in this situation and saying, “We are all fucked. We are all so fucked,” than it is for me to see it going the way the flight attendant so lightheartedly describes it. 

Thursday, September 01, 2011

Charleston Wedding - Thursday and Friday

Orange glow of Sunset meets the hint of Irene. (I am really digging Blogger's new format options with photos. These are huge now.)

On the horizon, way out to the left, you can see some of the big clouds, representing Irene's outer bands. 

Same night: Thursday. I am a sucker for sunset pictures.
Irene and her dirty waves hit the South Carolina coast.

A picture of the wedding photographer, Jarrod.

More of Irene's dirty ways, I mean, waves.

Collin meets Irene.

Why not hand my camera off to a pro for a few seconds? Thanks, JROD.

The scene from the rehearsal dinner. Beautiful. Another amazing sunset with a full rainbow too, but I found the waves mesmerizing.

This guy kept walking around as if he was going to go in. I watched him for a while. He never did. I can't say I blame him. Look at him, he's in knee deep water where there isn't supposed to be any. 
Also from rehearsal dinner site. Not a bad spot.