Archive for May, 2006

The Persistance Of

17 May 2006 at 7:43 pm
by Jonah

My husband apparently has no memory.

We went to Chick-fil-a the other day for breakfast. Berck ordered the chicken breakfast burrito. I was kinda surprised because he had ordered it the last time we went to breakfast there and had decided it was okay but not worth giving up a chicken biscuit. He got the salsa with it, and as expected, Chick-fil-a does not specialize in salsa.

The clerk asked if Berck wanted salsa with his new burrito. “It’s Chick-fil-a salsa,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” said Berck, declining the salsa.

We sat down, and Berck took a bite of his breakfast burrito. “This is really good!” he said. “Here, try it!”

“I tried it last time,” I said.

“What do you mean ‘last time’?” asked Berck. “I’ve never had this before!”

“Yes, you got it the last time we had breakfast here!”

“No, I didn’t! I’ve never had this before! Try it!” So I took a bite. “What do you think?

“It tastes exactly like it did the last time I tried it.”

Ask Berck. He’ll insist that he’s only had a Chick-fil-a breakfast burrito once in his life. (Unless, of course, he replies with, “Chick-fil-a has breakfast burritos? Sweet!”)

So a couple of days ago, Berck was talking about guitar music and mentioned how reggae Jimi Hendrix was.

On our honeymoon, Berck had said the same thing. I played every single Jimi Hendrix song on the MP3 player to try to prove that Hendrix was in no way reggae and that he was confusing Hendrix with Bob Marley.

I couldn’t believe we were having this same discussion again. “Hendrix isn’t reggae!”

“I Shot the Sheriff??” declared Berck. “That’s reggae!”

I’ve never heard Hendrix play “I Shot the Sheriff,” but I’m willing to accept the possibility that he played it at some point. “Yeah, because Bob Marley wrote it!”

“Bob Marley didn’t write it! He covered it. Hendrix wrote it!”

So just now the MP3 player randomly played some Hendrix song (I don’t know which one). “Nice reggae beat,” I said faceciously, nodding to the rock song.

“I’m telling you, Hendrix did a lot of reggae!” insisted Berck.

“Why are we having this discussion AGAIN?”

“Because it’s true! Eric Clapton did a lot reggae!”

“ERIC CLAPTON? We’ve been talking about Jimi Hendrix!”

“No, I said Eric Clapton!” insisted Berck. “He wrote ‘I Shot the Sheriff.'”

Fortunately, we were sitting at our computers this time around. Two seconds later we were both reading from the Wikipedia entry. “Like I said, Bob Marley wrote ‘I Shot the Sheriff’!” I said.

“Like I said, Eric Clapton did a lot of reggae!” said Berck.

“Except you didn’t say Eric Clapton! You said Jimi Hendrix! You’re mixing up a white Brit with a black American!”

“You think Jimi Hendrix is black??” (He’s African American, Caucasian, and Cherokee. And Tiger Woods is half Asian.)

Berck also can’t remember how to get out of the liquor store parking lot. Granted, it is confusing. If you exit from the street entrance, you can only go east and have to drive all the way up to the next light to make a U-turn to go west; whereas, if you go through the Advanced Auto parking lot to the light, you can turn left. But we go there once a week, and he has yet to remember.

Now if he could just be as forgetful about the last time I forgot to turn off the car headlights.

Small World

13 May 2006 at 5:52 pm
by Jonah

We had an open house at our new, donated campaign office space today, inviting all the delegates and alternates to the district assembly.

John is an alternate and stopped by to check us out. He liked what we were about, and I hooked him up with a petition to carry to get us on the ballot. He mentioned another race a long time ago, and I said I didn’t know about it, having just moved here 9 months ago. He asked where I moved from. Alabama, I said.

“You don’t have a Southern accent, so you couldn’t have lived there your whole life.”

So I gave him the run down: Georgia; Colorado; Alabama; Texas; Athens, Greece; Oklahoma; and back to Colorado.

“Athens, Greece!” he said. “What were you doing there?”

“I was a missionary.”

“With what organization?”

“International Teams.”

“My niece is a missionary with International Teams in Athens, Greece! She started Lost Coin! Her name is Jennifer Roemhildt!”

I know Jennifer well. And I spent many a night walking the streets visiting prostitutes with Lost Coin ministry. (Jennifer, our teammate Andy, and I started an INTP club.)

He told us later that he had just dropped by to pay a courtesy call, but now he thinks it was more like a calling. He’s going to start coming to our weekly volunteer meetings.

New photos.

6 May 2006 at 2:34 pm
by Berck

More flying stuff on the gallery. Mostly same-old, but this time there’s clouds!

She’s write…

5 May 2006 at 5:56 pm
by Berck

I need to write. You’d think that since I’ve had almost nothing to do lately, that I’d be blogging more. But, alas, I’ve been doing almost nothing.

We’re winding up the end of the semester. No student I’ve sent to a checkride has failed which is a pretty good record. I’ve soloed a dozen or so students. None of them have died. There’s only one week of flying left, and I’m not sure all the kids are going to finish. Still, we’re running out of work. I don’t think I’ve broken 515 hours yet, which should give you an idea of just how little I’ve been flying.

Things have been changing at work. The chief flight instructor has left as well as program manager. So far that’s not amounted to much, other than the fact that the interim program manager is actually listening to my minor gripes.

The past two days have been entirely weathered out. 1/4 mile vis, mist, drizzle. In general, dreary.

I’ve nearly finished labeling our books with library of congress call numbers. I’ve cleaned. I’ve put the snow tires in the storage shed. I’ve been to one end of the internet and back. I’ve engaged in pointless political discussions. Summer flying starts June 1, but before then, I’m not going to be doing a whole lot. In spite of the fact that we’re running out of work, we’ve got to work tomorrow, a Saturday, for reasons that are too complicated to go into.

Squadron roll call was supposed to be today, but when I showed up, no one else was there, so I guess they postponed it since most people had left on account of the weather. I drove back to work for it simply because Joanna was still at work and there’s free pizza and beer.

I called Joanna to ask when she’d be home, a generally futile exercise. She failed to give me a satisfactory answer, an told me I should make pizza. I told her I didn’t want to, but decided to anyway when I got home. She’s not back yet, and it’s in the oven. Oh well.

With little else to do, I’ve been watching movies as fast as Netflix will send them to us.

The Squid and the Whale was wonderful. It get’s an A, easy. Figures, since it was written and directed by Noah Boambach, the same dude who wrote and directed Kicking and Screaming, although the two movies have little in common. I tried rent Kicking and Screaming, but it seems that Netflix doesn’t carry it. So I thought I’d order it on Amazon, at which point it became clear why Netflix doesn’t carry it. It’s only avialable on VHS. Really.

Let’s see. We watched American Pie, because it has Allyson Hannigan. It wasn’t as bad as we thought it would be. C+

We watched Half Baked because John Stewart was in it. It wasn’t as good as I’d secretly hoped it just might be. But it wasn’t awful. C+

Melinda and Melinda is definitely one of Woody Allen’s better movies. It’s quite literary, written something like a play, but could only be film. And quite funny. B+.

Quick Change is an old Bill Murray movie, which I believe has been recently remade in some fashion. We like Bill Murray, which is pretty much the only reason we rented it. It’s definitely entertaining. B.

Jonah’s back and the Pizza is ready.