A nothing doing Monday

My allergies have been acting up this weekend, so I haven’t been feeling great. Today was better than yesterday.

Yesterday, I went to the pharmacy to buy some pseudophedrine. It seems that in the state of Oklahoma, purchasing Sudafed is almost as hard as getting narcotics. You don’t need a prescription, but you do need a background check. Apparently it’s an ingredient used in the manufacturing of crystal meth. And apparently the state of Oklahoma thinks that making it difficult to get will do something about the “drug problem”. So far all it’s done is increased meth traffic 300% between Texas and Oklahoma. And seriously. If I’m going to make crystal meth, a short drive to a neighboring state to pick up some Sudafed sounds pretty simple compared to selling the stuff. It makes me mad.

I tinkered a bit with Arthur today. He has breaker points. I’ve heard about breaker points in history books, but never actually seen them. And I certainly don’t have a “dwell meter”– the device needed to set points properly. You can, it seems, make do with a feeler gauge. Which is what I did. He runs quite a bit better now, but he’s still making an ignition-related noise I’m not sure about.

I’d like to sell him, but I just don’t know that it’s going to happen. After running an ad in the Oklahoman for a week, I got all of one phone call. Considering that an ad in the Oklahoman is $44, I can’t exactly afford to run it for a couple of months. I’m not exactly sure what to do. I’d put him on ebay, but I doubt I’ll get any bites there either. People looking for old trucks haven’t don’t seem to go for places like ebay. Unless it’s an old rust bucket they hope to pick up for $50. Putting him on ebay means I need pictures. Without a digital camera, that takes awhile.

I wouldn’t mind keeping him forever. But he’s not a terribly practical second vehicle. An excellent third vehicle, but I’m not sure about second. And he still needs a lot of suspension work and the transmission’s been a bit flaky since I bought it. I plan to drive the transmission ’till it craps out. The suspension can be a bit more dangerous. Particularly when it comes to hauling things. Which is what he’s supposedly good for.

But it’s little things. Like the turn signal stalk broke off in my hand last week.

I got a phone call today that my stage check will be tomorrow afternoon. I hope I pass, because if I don’t, I’ll probably have to wait around another week until they call me again.

I’m just not sure about the simulator. I have a hard time taking it seriously and pretending it’s an airplane. But if I pass, that’s all I’ve got to do in it. Well, for my instrument rating anyway. I’ll have to do a little more time in my commercial with it. Stupid thing.

I made potato and leek soup and some salad for dinner. Joanna seemed excited about it, which is good because I think she’s going to be eating it for lunch for a few days:)

She won’t eat my Russian dressing. She put mayonnaise on hers.

Instrument Rating Written Exam

In studying for the instrument rating written exam, I realized that it was going to be more difficult than I’d anticipated before I started studying. I figured it wouldn’t be that much harder than the private written. I scheduled the Exam last week for today. I spent all of last week studying in general, reading the Instrument Flying Handbook, and large portions of the Airman’s Information Manual, and thought I knew plenty. It wasn’t until Monday that I started studying specifically for this exam. And that’s when I realized that I didn’t know the answers to all too many of the 895 possible questions.

I studied all day yesterday when I wasn’t in ground school and wasn’t in the simulator. The test was scheduled for immediately after groundschool because the lady in charge of the testing can be really annoying.

The test was about as hard as I expected, and I had to guess at a couple of the questions. I got a 90% in spite of it all though, which is far better than I’d expected or hoped for. In addition to the Instrument written, I had to take the Certified Flight Instrument Instructor exam as well. They have us do them both at once because they questions come from the same pool. It turned out that the instructor exam was a piece of cake compared to the instrument exam. I ended up with a 96% on the instructor exam.

I’m glad that’s over with. Now I just have to get through a stage check in the simulator before I can go on to finishing this thing up.

I’m really, really hating the simulator. It’s nothing like flying an airplane, and they’re old and crappy. The one I flew today constantly tried to bank to the left, which made doing anything impossible. And it’s not impossible to get them to climb, descend or to stay fairly level, but it’s an absolute impossibility to establish a constant rate of descent at a specific airspeed. They’re just too finicky. You nudge the trimwheel the smallest amount possible, and the stupid thing reacts with 10 degrees of nose up or down. The joys of getting your ratings at the cheapest flight school in the country:)

The word ‘lieu’ is stupid.

I’m studying for the FAA Instrument Written exam. It’s driving me crazy. While reading this question, I was thoroughly amused by the ridiculous number of acronyms in this one question and its possible answers.

How does a pilot determine if DME is available on an ILS/LOC?

A– IAP indicate DME/TACAN channel in LOC frequency box.
B– LOC/DME are indicated on en route low altitude frequency box.
C– LOC/DME frequencies available in the AIM.

On to the simulator!

I took and passed my Stage 1 Instrument check today. I’ve proved that I can fly around without visual reference to the outside world. I can, under the hood, perform basic flight maneuvers, stalls, steep turns and slow flight. I can also fly with various instruments covered up– i.e., without an attitude indicator (artificial horizon) or a directional gyro. Which means I can also do compass turns (turning with a magnetic compass is something of an art and a real pain in the butt).

I had a little trouble maintaining altitude, but I kept it within +/- 100 feet, which is what’s required. I was worried about steep turns under the hood, but miraculously they turned out just fine.

I even got complimented on my landing.

Zach wants to have me done with Stage 2 by Friday. Stage 2 doesn’t involve any flying in the airplane, it’s all in the simulator. You might get some fancy idea of simulator when I say that word, but ours resembles playground equipment. They aren’t really simulators per se, they are “instrument training devices.” There is no attempt made to simulate the outside world, just an instrument panel. And they’re very finicky devices. But, supposedly, they’ll get the job done.

I scheduled my Instrument written exam for Thursday. I get to go study that now.

Berck

Punch Drunk Beer

I’ve been contemplating shaving my head because it’s so hot. Joanna doesn’t want me to, so she gave me a haircut instead. (She wasn’t too thrilled about it being any shorter, but it was getting silly.) It took her half an hour and it kept getting shorter. Had I not taken a nap and/or washed my hair before having her cut it, I think she would have had an easier time. Since I don’t really care too terribly much about how it looks, I’m happy with it if she’s happy with it. Paying someone to cut hair just seems silly.

Mom sent me a meat thermometer, so I cooked a roast I bought a couple months ago. Roast and asparagus. I even cooked the asparagus the way Joanna likes it (properly) whereas I liked it sauteed until it’s no longer chewy, and then a little more so it’s a little browned. That is, I like it very much overcooked in lots of butter with garlic and salt.

So we talked about buying some wine to drink with dinner, but there’s almost nothing under $15/bottle that Joanna will like, so we bought beer instead.

Oklahoma has some weird beer laws. Really weird. Beer cannot be sold in grocery stores unless it contains no more than 3.2% alcohol by weight. (Keep in mind alcohol is measured % by volume in most of the rest of the world.)

This wouldn’t seem like such a big deal. I’ve certainly lived plenty of places where you can’t buy beer in the grocery store at all. Making a separate trip to the liquor store never bothered me much.

3.2% by weight (which is about 4% by volume) is a sufficiently low alcohol content that it would preclude most beers from being sold in the grocery store. Or so you’d think.

Beer manufacturers, in a desperate attempt to sell beer simply produced watered down versions of their beer to sell in grocery stores. And if a couple beer manufacturers do it, they all have to do it in order to be competitive. All major domestic manufacturers play this game. So in the grocery stores you can find Budweiser, Coors… and even Shiner Bock. Shiner Bock, from the little brewery in Shiner, Texas is a long time favourite of ours. Jonah and I started drinking it while we were in Dallas in ’98– It’s nothing terribly special, except when you consider that it’s really cheap, yet tastes like an import. It’s got good flavor, but is mild enough most any beer drinker can tolerate it. We served it at our wedding.

Since we’ve gotten here, we’ve only gotten beer a couple times, but each time we’ve bought some Shiner at the grocery store. And it just tasted a little weak, lacking in flavor somehow. I started thinking that maybe I’d just outgrown shiner and didn’t like it anymore. And then one of my flight instructors mentioned Oklahoma’s 3.2 beer laws. Which he didn’t understand, saying that it was illegal to sell beer greater than 3.2% alcohol in Oklahoma. This didn’t make any sense to me, until I did some research.

A lot of breweries refuse to compromise their beer, and just lose the grocery store sales. Shiner apparently decided that such a large portion of its beer market required grocery store sales, that the only way it could sell in Oklahoma was to produce a 3.2 version. Such a compromise is unlike the reputation that Shiner tries to perpetrate, and so off-putting to me that I’m just not going to buy it here. It might have been one thing if the labels said, “Shiner for Oklahoma,” or printed the fact that it was 3.2 beer on the label. But no, bottle of shiner here is IDENTICAL to a bottle from Texas. You can’t tell by looking.

And it’s not like you can go buy Shiner in the liquor store and have it be the real stuff, if a beer company makes 3.2 beer for Oklahoma (and Utah, actually, has the same law), then everywhere it’s sold in the state it’s the same 3.2 beer.

3.2 beer could probably be served to school kids with little ill effect. Shiner bock is normally only 3.46% alcohol by weight, and you’d think that .26% wouldn’t make much of a difference. It does.

So, Joanna and I stormed off to the liquor store around the corner which is actually closer than the grocery store and were actually amazed at their collection. It’s a very small place that seems to make most of its money selling wild turkey to college kids, but despite the size, one corner is packed with an amazingly great beer selection. I got most excited about several Belgian beers. They sold Kwak, a Belgian beer which I’ve only had twice. The first time was in Belgium, at this really nifty pub which served 300+ beers and had the right glasses for all of them. Kwak has one of the most original glasses I’ve ever seen. The beer is a dark amber with lots of flavor, rather malty, and not at all bitter. I generally like my Belgian beer a little fruity, but Joanna doesn’t like fruity so much. They also had a belgian beer I’d never heard of before, which we haven’t tried yet, and Hacker-Pschorr. I’m new to Hacker-Pschorr, it’s German, and almost all the German beer you can get in this country is lacking in flavor but really bitter. The first time I’d ever seen Hacker-Pschorr was in a pub in Knoxville, and it was so good I was determined to drink it again some day. They were selling three different versions, and we got the Oktoberfest. While very good, it’s not as good as the porter I had before. Joanna and I really liked it as well, so we’re excited about trying the other kinds sometime.

We decided it would be really cool to operate a little beer shop. Not a liquor store so much as a beer shop. And sell a few hundred kinds of beer we’d managed to import from all over the world. Probably not a large enough market base for such a store, but we like the idea.

After dinner, we watched Punch-Drunk love. It stars Adam Sandler, which, we all know, is plenty reason to avoid any movie. But we’d heard that Adam Sandler fans hated this movie, whereas people like me who hate Adam Sandler supposedly liked the movie. It’s directed by P.T. Anderson, who also did Magnolia.

Punch Drunk Love is a short little movie, and it’s very weird, but it’s coherent and does what it does well. It’s far better than Magnolia. It’s a weird movie, which worked on me quite well, because I was really expecting something more along the lines of what Adam Sandler usually does. Overall, I’d say it’s worth seeing.