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Time to be the big boss

Wednesday, December 7th, 2011

I missed this when it happened, and didn’t know about it until I saw it in the latest issue of my alumni magazine. I knew Jon when we were mids, but haven’t seen him since.

Good to see that some of us are making something of ourselves.

A date which will live in infamy

Wednesday, December 7th, 2011

It’s the 70th anniversary of the Japanese sneak attack on Pearl Harbor. There are few veterans of the attack remaining; the Pearl Harbor Survivor’s Associations is disbanding because of it.

It was a terrible day for the United States, but it could have been much worse. Note that the comments, however, state that some of what Admiral Nimitz said was incorrect.

There doesn’t seem to be as much notice being taken of it this year as there was the last time it was a “round number” anniversary. Freeberg has some things to say about the subdued nature of the remembrances this year.

For Veteran’s Day

Friday, November 11th, 2011

I’ve posted this before (not on Veteran’s Day), but it’s worth posting again:

A veteran is someone who, at one point, wrote a blank check made payable to ‘The United States of America ‘ for an amount of ‘up to and including their life.’

Memorial Day

Monday, May 30th, 2011

There was a video I wanted to post for today, but I couldn’t track it down. Perhaps I’ll find it in time for Veteran’s Day. Since I couldn’t find it, I’ll repost some past Memorial Day items.

First, a poem Robert Service wrote after World War I:


For oh, when the war will be over
We’ll go and we’ll look for our dead;
We’ll go when the bee’s on the clover,
And the plume of the poppy is red:
We’ll go when the year’s at its gayest,
When meadows are laughing with flow’rs;
And there where the crosses are greyest,
We’ll seek for the cross that is ours.

For they cry to us: Friends, we are lonely,
A-weary the night and the day;
But come in the blossom-time only,
Come when our graves will be gay:
When daffodils all are a-blowing,
And larks are a-thrilling the skies,
Oh, come with the hearts of you glowing,
And the joy of the Spring in your eyes.

But never, oh, never come sighing,
For ours was the Splendid Release;
And oh, but ’twas joy in the dying
To know we were winning you Peace!
So come when the valleys are sheening,
And fledged with the promise of grain;
And here where our graves will be greening,
Just smile and be happy again.
And so, when the war will be over,
We’ll seek for the Wonderful One;
And maiden will look for her lover,
And mother will look for her son;
And there will be end to our grieving,
And gladness will gleam over loss,
As – glory beyond all believing!
We point … to a name on a cross.

And remember, when you think of those who gave their all for their country:

A veteran is someone who, at one point, wrote a blank check made payable to ‘The United States of America ‘ for an amount of ‘up to and including their life.’

Old home week

Tuesday, March 15th, 2011

So, I’m staying at home today because I’m sick, and I’m watching a rerun of Junkyard Wars on the Science Channel. It’s an episode from 2002 in which the teams had to make hydrofoils, and it’s an episode I haven’t seen before.

Imagine my surprise when their judge turned out to be one of my old Naval Academy classmates, Pete Squicciarini.

It’s been a quiet day

Friday, November 12th, 2010

Which is nice for Veteran’s Day. Quiet gives you time for contemplation. Some good food for thought can be found at Blackfive – just keep scrolling down; there are several Veteran’s Day posts worth reading. I also like Bunk’s post about his grandfather in World War I.

I suppose it *could* be considered an offensive weapon system

Sunday, October 17th, 2010

Depending, of course, on what music is being played.

Miscellany 12

Monday, October 11th, 2010

Bohemian Rhapsody performed on ukulele by Jake Shimabukuro.

NPR’s feature on Lyle Ritz.

Tchaikovsky did what? (I recently ran across a printout I made of this page some years ago. The page is gone, but has preserved it.

Wallace and Gromit in A Matter of Loaf and Death.

I keep getting mailers suggesting that I sign up for receiving mail ballots for all future elections. Here’s one reason why I haven’t.

A cause of rising ocean levels that is not attributed to “global warming.” I remember reading about the falling levels in the Edwards Aquifer a couple of decades or more ago. I can’t imagine that things have gotten any better in the time since then. Fresh water supplies are going to become more and more important as time goes on and population increases.

Vessels such as this were being proposed way back when I was in the Navy. I’m sure it’s got impressive speed, but there’s not a lot of visible armament. It looks (to my long-out-of-practice-and-behind-the-times eye) like one gun emplacement on the foredeck, and something that looks reminiscent of a Vulcan/Phalanx close-in missile defense system up top. If that’s all there is, it’s a continuation of a trend that dates back to at least the 1970s – I can remember looking at our warships and comparing them with the Russian K-class warships, which bristled with weapons in comparison to ours. Still, the armament necessary for a given ship depends on its mission.

This makes more sense than I like. It might not be a deliberate aim, but it certainly seems to fit the facts.

Lucky Me

Sunday, October 10th, 2010

I was over at Cassandra’s last night, and listened to this. I think she’s right about it.

Miscellany 8

Monday, June 14th, 2010

Airplane! was a remake – who knew?

The Japanese have extended their alphabet. As if there weren’t enough characters already.

The last veteran of The Great Escape has died. I remember reading Paul Brickhill’s book in high school, before I saw the movie.

Everyone talks about using good passwords, but everyone uses ‘password’ or their mother’s maiden name, rather than using something harder to guess.

A comparison of features between the Rosetta Stone and the iPad? I have to believe that there’s a larger market for the iPad, though.

I remember a song from sometime in the 60s with a line in the chorus that went, “Ride, ride, ride the wild surf!” Somehow, I don’t believe that this is what they were singing about.