The mad ravings of the runt of the dork litter.

12 August 2006

eBooks

Is anyone out there? If you are, can someone tell me why eBooks are so fracking expensive? They don't have to print them, just send an electronic copy to my computer. They are cutting out 9/10 of the middleman, but still charging basically the same price for the electronic version of books that have gone to baperback already. Does anyone know where I can go to get ebooks at a cheaper price? Drop me a line...

Especially if you know about an electronic copy of "Magician: Master" by Raymond E. Feist

10 August 2006

Silly me

Yesterday I purposely gave myself a sunburn. I spent 5.5 hours mowing the lawn shirtless. On purpose. I am hurting right now. Paying for my folly. at night it is all I can do to get 2 or 3 hours of sleep. Not to mention the fact that my arms felt like they were on fire (not of the sunburn kind). I had a large calcium build up from my wrists all the way to my pecs. How does this happen while mowing the lawn? I am in Southern Louisiana, and the lawn had not been cut for 3 or 4 weeks. it was like cutting down a jungle with a machete. already, I look out at the grass, and it is growing again. I am going to have to redo it on Saturday. I don't know how I am supposed to mow it twice a week, if it rains every day right before I get home from work...

If I could get home during lunch, i could call mowing the lawn a "sports lunch" but that might look suspicious. Well, that's out, anyway, as Eireen drives the car to Houma every day for work...

All because the guy who had the job slacked for 3 weeks...

29 July 2006

baby's first swimming lesson

Cacophony. Noises echo, and rebound, completely unintelligible to his ignorant ears. His father holds him, an anchor to the real world, the place that makes sense, instead of assaulting the senses. The infant tries to burrow into his father’s arms, to retreat from the madness. He looks at his mother, and wonders why fear is written on her face. The words she speaks and those of the father are lost to time and distance and age. The noise dies down, and the infant’s father holds him out at arm’s length. The child is frightened and does not know what is happening, but he hears the sound of water, and he is calmed by the thought of a bath. A bath would be nice… soothing water, soapy bubbles, and momma’s sweet voice wordlessly humming a soft melody.

A whistle sounds. The baby feels his father’s hands go away, and the fear comes back, as the weightlessness of falling is the only, all encompassing terrible thing he feels.

His tiny body assumed the instinctual limp pose that all infants go into when falling. His body knew, even if he did not that the shock would be less in a short fall in this condition than rigid and resisting. The fall took forever in his six month old mind, so he had time to reflect upon why his father, his anchor, his rock had dropped him, it seemed almost on purpose. Just as he was convincing himself that it had to be an accident, he hit the water.

Was it a bath? If so, where were his mother’s hands? He was sinking, and the bath water was never this deep in the lion clawed enameled iron tub at home, so this must be something different. A pressing need to breathe made him try to draw breath, but there was no air to be had. He started to thrash beneath the water’s surface in a desperate attempt to find air, but where was that air? Not down, left, or right. Up! From above, he came into the water. He needed to make it up to the surface if he was ever going to breathe again.

He moved his arms and legs in a parody of crawling, a movement he mastered over the last few months, but adjusted to upward movement. This was much harder than traveling over land, to be sure. He felt his face breach the surface and sucked air. After two or three, he looked around for his parents, and saw other babies all of them around his same size in the pool around him, all of them swimming, some of them crying. Finally espying his parents smiling faces, he made his way over to the edge of the pool, where they were slipping into the water as well. More lost words were spoken by loving smiling parental faces, and the child knew that everything was right in the world.

20 July 2006

Night Mare Corralled

She lays there, wearily dreaming
shifting without rest, restless sleep.
Sweat on her brow is shining, gleaming.
Watching her struggle, my heart wants to weep

What kind of awful nightmare lurks
inside her mind, normally so calm?
What causes the twitches and the quirks?
What can I do to ease, to balm?

Are these night-terrors ones I have had?
Do we share a common demon or spirit?
Does she spend wakeful nights this bad?
When I cry out, does she hear it?

Bound by love I move to wake her
to kiss her lips and stifle her cries.
I reach over and gently shake her
she starts and turns her head in surprise.

Why did you wake me? What's going on?
I said you were crying and keening in fear
I had to wake you, so the terrors be gone
that kind of moaning, I never want to hear

She turns over, her slumber recommenced
I cradle her torso, happily spooning.
The terror is over, the Night Mare's been fenced.
I hum a lullaby, quietly crooning.

29 June 2006

The Premier Maritime Law Enforcement Agency of the United States

–A short essay by MST3 Todd Manow.

We hear it said to us, again and again:

“The Coast Guard’s mission is Law Enforcement.”

In Basic Training at Cape May, NJ, my Company Commanders insisted that the Coast Guard was going to focus more on Law Enforcement, that we were, essentially, the police on the high seas. Since Boot Camp, at my first unit, and here at MSU Morgan City, my chiefs and department heads have all emphasized Law Enforcement and Boarding team Member training. Having to go to weekly training sessions for nearly 2 years straight has forced me to wonder a few things. My main Question is, “Why did we not just learn all of this in Basic?”

Most of us went through many psychological and physical changes in Basic Training. At the end of eight weeks, were sent out in to the fleet ready to change the world, only to be given sandpaper and a paint “foamie” and learn the intricacies of “the three Ps”: prep, prime, and paint. Where was the excitement of our “law enforcement mission”? When I did not qualify on the 9mm pistol in Basic, I was informed that I would be able to try again when my first unit had a range day. Range days only happened every six months, and crew members were only allowed to shoot if they were already qualified.

Every bullet must be accounted for, but there is almost no target practice, or weapons training in the Coast Guard. Why there is not some sort of simulator or an equivalent target practice for those of us who never shot a pistol before the Service and for whom one day (ONE DAY!) of training is not beneficial is beyond my comprehension. Every Coastguardsman in the Service should be shooting target practice weekly. There should not be one member who is not qualified to carry the service pistol. How can we say that we will fight the “War on Terrorism” if only a small percentage of Coasties are qualified to carry weapons and those few are not authorized to shoot their pistol, because there are not enough bullets?

The other branches of Service do not have to deal with these issues. A Soldier or Marine is, first and foremost, a rifleman, trained extensively during Basic how to shoot and care for his or her weapon. After Boot Camp, even radio operators shoot at the range weekly, to maintain skills he or she may never use. They have mandatory physical training to maintain muscles that a secretary or supply clerk does not need in his or her daily job duties. These are performed to maintain a level of readiness that is mandatory in the military life, even in time of peace. When we look at the Coast Guard, where is that readiness? We perform a job that needs to be done on a daily basis. We interact with the public as a matter of course. We are the life savers, and the police of the high seas and coastal waters. We are not waiting for a war to break out so that our job finally has meaning; it means something all of the time. Again, where is that readiness?

I am looking at this from an enlisted perspective. I have only been in the US Coast Guard for 3 years, and perhaps I am a bit naïve, but I see a solution. Directly after boot camp, every Coastguardsman, regardless of rate, should go through eight weeks of Law Enforcement/BTM training. Make every one of us a law enforcement officer right out of Basic. After that, the Coast Guard should institute mandatory physical fitness training to maintain service members’ strength, weekly target practice and a monthly review of the Judgmental Pistol Course.

Why are we counting bullets? Why is the “Nation’s Premier Maritime Law Enforcement Agency” the one without enough guns. How can we be “the line in the sand” if we can’t protect that line? We can’t be the “shield of freedom” if there is no “sword” to parry an attack.

19 May 2006

Home Again

This is vacation.

Drive 16 hours. Arrive in Chicago. Eat Maxwell Street Polish. Sleep, wakeup. Drive to Eireen's mom's house. Eat pizza. Drive to Belmont. Eat Indian food. Drive to Mom's house. Sleep, wakeup. Eat Mexican breakfast. Eireen goes to Museum of Science and Industry, I finally get to hang out at home with mom and dog. Drive to closed Arabian restaraunt, then to open Arabic restaraunt. Drive to Mom's house. Sleep, wakeup. Drive to North Side. Eat Mexican (giant Burrito!!!). Drive to Mom's house, and sleep alone, Wife being meanie.

More later...

13 May 2006

My dad's CD finally at the iTunes music store

my dad's first album, feel free to buy it!

If you like up-&-comings, check this out! Dennis Daniel has been a musician since his teen years, and many of these songs have been waiting for release since. In 2000, he finally put together his first CD: "Play At Your Own Risk!" Combining sounds of the '60's, '70's, and more contemprory easy listening, play at you own risk is the debut album that fans of independantly produced music have been waiting for, with out ever even knowing it.

Based on the artist's own life events, this cd is a good choice for dancing, driving, or just sitting and relaxing. It's a good mix of rock, blues and the perfect touch of country, so get ready to enjoy a good listen.

listen to select songs here @ CD Baby