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Pirate Radio
It turns out I'm something of a bully. I went to see "Pirate Radio" at the Nickelodeon in Portland, Maine. I sat up back. A man in his mid-twenties down front was yammering away on his cell phone while the trailers were playing, his girlfriend at his side. The rest of the audience and I let that slide - it was just previews. When the movie started ( Read more... ) -
End of an Era
I work at Brunswick Naval Air Station (BNAS), for now.
The base is closing. The last P-3 Orion launches this morning. I’m told my last day will be 31 January 2010, just weeks away. I will be unemployed, and homeless soon too.
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Listening
I took a front row seat at Giant Steps to watch the tide surge in this afternoon. A salt and spray sea breeze cooled me as I listened to the slow roar of eternal surf. A dark slate blue and bright aquamarine ocean churned to white foam heaved against the sun-warmed brown and grey granite under a haze blue sky streaked with alto-cirrus.
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Jack's Boxing Class
Jack's Boxing Class
By Seamus M. McCarthy, Times Record Staff
22 April 2009
Bath - Almost 80, Jack's days in the boxing ring are long gone. All that's left are memories, and the lessons learned when those memories were earned the hard way.
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Before the Internet
TotalFarkette Gadian asked "Describe your pre-internet life" here.
I answered:Work meant physical work before the internet came, at least for me. Work produced tangible results: a heavy object was moved from one place to another, a structure was built, a unit repaired, or an area cleared. Things that were dirty were made clean. Things that were ( Read more... )
