This is directed mostly towards friends who blog. Blog Action Day is coming up on 15 OCT. It is a day dedicated to one issue, and as many bloggers as possible devote a post that day to discussing their perspective on that issue.
Last year, the topic was poverty, and 12,800 bloggers were involved.
http://blogactionday.org/
This year, I would like for the topic to be peace and armed forces.
You can cast your vote here:
http://bit.ly/3Jmyg8
The blog action day organizers have also joined up with http://www.change.org/ to try and reach as many people as possible.
If you like, you can follow blog action day progress on twitter:
http://twitter.com/blogactionday
Even if the topic is not military related, I'm sure I can spew forth some sort of opinion on 15 OCT! Stay tuned, more to come.
25 August 2009
Be Kind, ReMind.org
If you have a sec., check out https://www.remind.org . It is the site of the Bob Woodruff Foundation, dedicated to helping injured troops reintegrate into communities.
http://remind.org/about_us
http://remind.org/about_us
23 August 2009
So I fell off my roof today.
Before you say it, let me beat you to the punch: yes I am an idiot.
I was taking down an unused satellite dish left by the old owners, and knocking off some piles of decaying pine needles.
It happened something like this:
Do you remember that scene in King's "The Shining" when Jack Torrence is knocking the wasps' nest off the Overlook Hotel? Well I had finished tossing off all of the piles of debris that were far enough from the edge that I wasn't too terrified to approach them. (I know this will sound absurd, but yes I do have a fear of heights.) I was climbing down off the second floor roof to the ladder I had stood on the first floor roof. My son was holding the ladder. I carefully searched for unseen stable footholds. Just as I felt the rungs of the ladder firm beneath my feet, I saw a flurry of yellow and black by my left eye.
I felt the first yellow jacket sting my left earlobe. I immediately shifted from crawl to third and popped the clutch. I launched off the roof and prepared to hit the deck. All I could think of was School of Aerospace Medicine at Brooks Air Force Base in San Antonio. We never jumped, but the flight trainers gave us some of the tools. We rode the ejection trainer up a stomach dropping three storeys in less than a second. We were tossed in a swimming pool in under our chutes and had to swim for air in flight suits and helmets. We jumped off thirty foot towers and had to attenuate impact by collapsing joints one at a time: toes, ankles, knees, hips, crumple and roll. After this training we each got to ride a T-37 and take it through multiple G-force flips, dives, and barrell rolls. I think they stopped short of throwing doctors out of a plane because the Air Force had invested too much in us already to let us have some real fun.
I lay on the roof and looked up at B. His eyes popped wide and he asked, "Are you OK?".
I ran a quick system check and replied, "Yeah, I scraped my elbow a bit, but I'm not hurt. I guess I came down that ladder pretty fast, didn't I?"
He said, "Uh dad, you came down, but you didn't use the ladder."
George: you don't even have to say it, I know, YOU TOLD ME SO!
Everyone take care and celebrate because school starts tomorrow!
Before you say it, let me beat you to the punch: yes I am an idiot.
I was taking down an unused satellite dish left by the old owners, and knocking off some piles of decaying pine needles.
It happened something like this:
Do you remember that scene in King's "The Shining" when Jack Torrence is knocking the wasps' nest off the Overlook Hotel? Well I had finished tossing off all of the piles of debris that were far enough from the edge that I wasn't too terrified to approach them. (I know this will sound absurd, but yes I do have a fear of heights.) I was climbing down off the second floor roof to the ladder I had stood on the first floor roof. My son was holding the ladder. I carefully searched for unseen stable footholds. Just as I felt the rungs of the ladder firm beneath my feet, I saw a flurry of yellow and black by my left eye.
I felt the first yellow jacket sting my left earlobe. I immediately shifted from crawl to third and popped the clutch. I launched off the roof and prepared to hit the deck. All I could think of was School of Aerospace Medicine at Brooks Air Force Base in San Antonio. We never jumped, but the flight trainers gave us some of the tools. We rode the ejection trainer up a stomach dropping three storeys in less than a second. We were tossed in a swimming pool in under our chutes and had to swim for air in flight suits and helmets. We jumped off thirty foot towers and had to attenuate impact by collapsing joints one at a time: toes, ankles, knees, hips, crumple and roll. After this training we each got to ride a T-37 and take it through multiple G-force flips, dives, and barrell rolls. I think they stopped short of throwing doctors out of a plane because the Air Force had invested too much in us already to let us have some real fun.
I lay on the roof and looked up at B. His eyes popped wide and he asked, "Are you OK?".
I ran a quick system check and replied, "Yeah, I scraped my elbow a bit, but I'm not hurt. I guess I came down that ladder pretty fast, didn't I?"
He said, "Uh dad, you came down, but you didn't use the ladder."
George: you don't even have to say it, I know, YOU TOLD ME SO!
Everyone take care and celebrate because school starts tomorrow!
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