Well, no, not really. Fortunately, the pictures suffer rather than my driving.
I got a phone call from a flight school In Kissimmee, FL today. He’s interested in talking to me, so I think I’m going to fly down there for an interview. Woohoo!
Lately it’s started to feel like this site isn’t mine, that its content is somehow dictated by some unseen force of censorship. I found myself looking for a place to direct some typing, and couldn’t come up with an appropriate e-mail address. I used to write Jonah, but that just seems silly now that I can talk to her. I used to be able to type at an empty file with no intended audience, now I need, for some reason, to know that there’s a possibility of being read. In the past, I’ve made some effort to avoid sounding like…