Patriot Act used to detain 16-year old

Here’s a case for those you (Nathan) who have insisted that the patriot act wouldn’t be used against american citizens at home. How about a 16 year kid suspected of making bomb threats? Even if he’s guilty as charged (which he almost assuredly is not), there’s no reason to hold him illegally for a month without being charged with a crime and deny him access to representation.

Fun with Logs

(aka, search phrases that brought people to ODB recently)

how hard was instrument rating
daylight-saving time and human lives
the narrow man picasso
my cat is flying in cargo
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how crowded plane from jfk to vienna standby
trying to get close to a hissing kitten
log home on satulah in highlands
paul and heather get married wedding window
amount of quarts of oil to feel a land cruiser 1996
jerky boys call back on wednesday tomorrow?
does it make sense to repair a refrigerator coolent leak or to replace.
ejection seat training
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working at mardel
de havilland dash 8 q400 cabin toilet restrooms
what does it means when the dryer don t work when you push in button?
junkos breast size on desert punk
unidentified flying orals
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this is chicago and milwaukee
rote understanding application corelation
who sings the song alcoholiness
show my inflight schedule from crewtrac on facebook
how to fix a muddy drive way
will gin and pepper mint candy make cough syrup
i need to get from jfk to west village
what does the airline term deadheading mean?
how to fix leak in dishwasher middle of door
how altitude affects shuttlecocks
[fess up, one of you typed this] our dumb blog nachzen.net winter .jpg
crj 900 bleed air isolation valve [I get a lot of this sort of thing. If you e-mail me, I can probably explain the system to you, but my blog isn’t likely to do it.]
airline pilot captain sweet
can i actually wear a shirt that says fuck this court
the dumbest blog ever
ass stuffed [this is jonah’s fault, what with kick-ass stuffed mushrooms]
fresh donkey
chicken livers and gravy on sunday morning with biscuits in harlem on amsterdam
beef wellington how early can i seal the beef?
palo alto chili cook off 2004 delightful dumb blonde
there is a picture of some french baker guy with a poofy hat putting a bunch in the oven. baguette
buds for less grow eight ounces of marijuana on a $50 budget torrent
orcas island blog
smoke with broken bowl meth
in n out burger franchise opportunity [there aren’t any!]

Casper, Wyoming

One of the downsides (though maybe some will consider at an upside, so maybe I’ll just refer to it as a side) of flying the Dash is that we’ve only got a few destinations. I haven’t even really managed to visit half of them, but I’ve spent a lot of time in Casper, Wyoming lately.

As I showered this morning, I thought that the scars in the bathtub seemed awfully familiar, but I was reasonably sure I hadn’t been in this hotel room before. This was based on the fact that this room has a balcony, and I was sure I’d have noticed if it had a balcony. The hotel views project reveals that although I photographed the balcony, I still somehow missed it. In my defense, it was a very short overnight, and we left early in the morning.

I flew us in last night. The autopilot was broken, so I had to hand fly the whole way. I didn’t really mind since I like remembering that I’m actually a pilot. There was some turbulence, so level flight required a bit of work, but the Dash is much easier to hand fly than the jet. My only complaint is that the yoke is positioned strangely–it’s very high up. It’s impossible to grip it where the hand grips are and rest your elbows on the handrest, unless I move my seat so high that my head is touching the ceiling and the glare shield blocks the top instruments. So I was instead holding the yoke down at the bottom with my right index finger and thumb, and seem to have injured those two digits in some strange way. Yes, I’m a pilot, and I hurt my finger flying.

More interestingly, the weather in Casper was overcast at about 1,000 feet, which meant flying an ILS, with no autopilot. This is something we just don’t do in the airlines, because it’s much safer to let the autopilot fly the approach. So, despite having hand-flown a zillion ILS approaches in the sim, this was my first one in an airplane, in the clouds. It required a fair amount of concentration but wasn’t difficult. I did have a flight director, after all. I could hear my sim instructor’s voice, “Stay in the flight director!”

We broke out at 1,000 feet above the ground like the weather said we would. I floated down the runway quite a bit farther than I might have liked, but it’s a very long runway, and I really only needed about 1/8th of it in the Dash, so I elected to keep floating in order to get a smooth touchdown. I wasn’t happy about it, but passenger comfort is important, and we had lots of runway. And the touchdown was nice and smooth, though the wet runway probably helped out.

I collected my free Shiner Bock from the hotel bar (Shiner on tap, in Wyoming even), and headed to bed. It was still raining when I went to sleep.

I woke up this morning and looked outside to see if it was still raining. It was still cloudy, but there were about 4 inches of snow on the ground, which was melting and turning to slush. I made it downstairs in time to collect my free breakfast from the hotel, which unlike most hotel breakfasts, turned out to be really decent. I had a totally acceptable breakfast burrito. My captain had steak and eggs, and the steak looked wonderful. I might get that next time.

Jackson Hole tonight, but we don’t get in until 9pm and leave pretty early in the morning, so I don’t get to have much fun, or get a breakfast burrito from D.O.G. Sad because the Jackson Hole overnights are apparently seasonal, and it doesn’t look like I’m doing any next month. Soon my snow-covered Rockies will be dirt-covered and I’m a bit worried about how hot the Dash will be. That’s okay, winter be back, and with any luck I’ll still be flying it in Denver next year. In the meantime I’ll try to stay cool and dodge the thunderstorms.

Eid Ma Clack Shaw

Working though death’s pain
Last night I swear I felt your touch
Gentle and warm
The hair stood on my arm

How…. how… how….

Oh show me the way show me the way
To shake a memory
Show me the way show me the way
To shake a memory

A flipped my forelock
I twitched my withers
I reared and bumped
I could not put my rider aground

All these fine memories
Are fucking me down
I dreamed it was a dream that you were gone
I woke up feeling so ripped by reality

Yeah, love is the king of the beast
And when it gets hungry it must kill to eat
Yeah, love is the king of the beast
A lion walking down city streets

I fell back asleep some time later on
And I dreamed the perfect song
It held all the answers like hands laid on
I woke halfway and scribbled it down
And in the morning what I wrote I read
It was hard to read at first but here’s what it said:

Eid Ma Clack Shaw
Zimbovin del bahl
Mertepi vin seener
Kofalli rag doll

Oh show me the way, show me the way, show me the way
To shake a memory
Oh show me the way, show me the way, show me the way
To shake a memory

Eid Ma Clack Shaw
Zimbovin del bahl
Mertepi vin seener
Kofalli rag doll

A new song from Bill Callahan of Smog. I love it. I decided to post the lyrics, because I couldn’t find them anywhere on the internet. So I’m making the internet more complete.

One of the downsides to buying MP3’s on Amazon is you don’t get liner notes which might have lyrics.

A line! A line!

I’ve got a solid line. Apparently I figured out how to work PBS (our new, preferential bidding system, because it did a pretty decent job. The most important thing was that I get the 14-17th off to go to Sydney’s graduation, and I got that. In addition, I got a couple other saturdays off. I only have 4-day trips, which was what I wanted. If I had 1 or 2-day trips, I’d have to drive to the airport way too often. A rough sketch of the overnights is on my google calendar (DEN means I’m working, but I’m done when I get back home), as well as all the details on facebook.

Anyway, this new bidding system is a very good thing. If it didn’t work out for some reason, I’d have been on reserve all next month because I missed the cutoff date for rosters. I hope I continue to have reasonably decent lines as more people get furloughed and the base goes more junior. For now, I’m pretty darned happy.

In addition to going to New York, it looks like Jonah and I are going to be able to go to Hawaii next week for a couple of days. The Sunday after next we’re going to see Vienna Teng in Boulder. (I just happened to get that day off by chance–I didn’t bid for it because I didn’t know about the concert until after I bid).

The downside is that I’m making a lot less money. Ahh well.

I did not get the FAA job in Anchorage I applied for. This doesn’t surprise me. What does surprise me is that I didn’t get it because I’m not a retired, disabled veteran. I can understand veteran’s preference. What I can’t understand is that as long as a qualified disabled veteran applies, no one else is even considered. Had I realized that, I’m not sure I’d have bothered apply.

‘Thank you for applying on our external vacancy announcement, AAC-NOE-09-AJW334B-113303, Airspace System Inspection Pilot, FV-2181-H. Qualified 10-point preference eligibles who have a compensable, service-connected disability of 10 percent or more were referred to the selecting official. Other 10-point preference eligibles, 5-point preference eligibles and non-preference eligibles may not be selected as long as two or more qualified preference eligibles in the highest priority group are still available and interested. I am sorry to inform you that, at this time, your application was not included in the group that was referred. Additional information on veterans’ preference in hiring can be located at http://opm.gov/veterans/html/vetguide.asp. Please feel free to contacty me if you have any questions at [email protected]..