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9月29日

The Australian Wine Critic

I have to confess: I enjoy a good bottle of wine shared with friends, but I cannot claim to identify a particular vintage, much less the year in which it was bottled without looking at the label. I clearly lack the subtle palate and nose that allow the cognoscenti to describe a wine as containing hints of blackberry, with perhaps just a bit of artichoke thrown in. Frankly, I don't really care. I can tell you if the wine is red, rose or white, probably the type of grape from which it is made, and most importantly (and the only criterion important to me) whether I like it or not. If you have friends who consider themselves wine experts, you might enjoy the following classic Monty Python routine (best if imagined read in a clipped British accent, and enjoyed with a glass of your favorite grape extract.)
 
The Australian Table Wines 
A lot of people in this country pooh-pooh Australian table wines.  This is a
pity, as many fine Australian wines appeal not only to the Australian palette,
but also to the cognoscenti of Great Britain.
 
"Black Stump Bordeaux" is rightly praised as a peppermint flavoured
Burgundy, whilst a good "Sydney Syrup" can rank with any of the world's
best sugary wines.
 
"Chateau Bleu", too, has won many prizes; not least for its taste, and
its lingering afterburn.
 
"Old Smokey, 1968" has been compared favourably to a Welsh claret,
whilst the Australian wino society thouroughly recommends a 1970 "Coq du
Rod Laver", which, believe me, has a kick on it like a mule:  8 bottles
of this, and you're really finished -- at the opening of the Sydney
Bridge Club, they were fishing them out of the main sewers every half an
hour.
 
Of the sparkling wines, the most famous is "Perth Pink".  This is a
bottle with a message in, and the message is BEWARE!.  This is not a
wine for drinking -- this is a wine for laying down and avoiding.
 
Another good fighting wine is "Melbourne Old-and-Yellow", which is
particularly heavy, and should be used only for hand-to-hand combat.
 
Quite the reverse is true of "Chateau Chunder", which is an Appelation
controle, specially grown for those keen on regurgitation -- a fine wine
which really opens up the sluices at both ends.
 
Real emetic fans will also go for a "Hobart Muddy", and a prize winning
"Cuiver Reserve Chateau Bottled Nuit San Wogga Wogga", which has a
bouquet like an aborigine's armpit.

 

9月22日

Peace of Mind

I don't know about you, but I seem to spend a lot of time looking for something I just misplaced. I don't know if this is a sign that I'm getting less young, more easily distracted, or just have too much on my plate at any given time. At any rate, the following poem speaks  to this subject in a humorous vein. It may even put a smile on your face next time you're frantically looking for the glasses sitting pushed up on top of your head. Be well.
 

Peace of My Mind

Have you seen my mind?

No? Oh please be kind and do help me find it.

I merely meant to change it but in that split-

second time it seems that I lost it.

 

And what if I've left my mind open?

I can't think of what I'd do with someone else's

thoughts on my mind - so please would you mind

helping me find mine?

 

I tried to keep my mind on the task at hand,

but I got distracted. My mind may have wandered away.

It's done that before. I'm afraid now my thoughts may

be scattered, my mind in pieces on the floor!

 

Oh, just a little peace of mind would do.

From that I could make my mind up anew.

But now, I'm so out of my mind completely -

Could you please re-mind me what's true?

 

Rick Mansfield

9月14日

Flight Talk

My thanks to all of you who've taken the time to visit my son's photo site. Judging by your comments, it was a good experience. Now it's time for me to change gears again. In the parlance of the business world, it was a "challenging" week at work. I'm looking forward to a weekend where the most critical decision I have to make is whether to have tea or coffee in the morning. In that vein, I offer you the following light-hearted fare.
 
 
Conversations Airline Passengers Normally Don't Hear

Here are some conversations airline passengers normally will never hear. The following are accounts of exchanges between airline pilots and control towers around the world.
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Pilot: " Albuquerque Center , this is United 372. I have an engine that just went out and I need to land. No panic, but I need a runway that's close to my present location."

Tower: "United 372, this is Albuquerque Center . You are cleared to land at [Name of town I have never heard of] Airport immediately."

Pilot: (Who had obviously never heard of town either) "Hey, I'm not talking some crop duster airport here, Albuquerque Center "

Tower: "United 372, that runway is 6,700 feet long. Is THAT going to be enough for you, or do you want me to send someone up to help you land?"

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Tower: "Delta 351, you have traffic at 10 o'clock, 6 miles!"

Delta 351: "Give us another hint! We have digital watches!"

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"TWA 2341, for noise abatement turn right 45 Degrees."

"Centre, we are at 35,000 feet. How much noise can we make up here?"

"Sir, have you ever heard the noise a 747 makes when it hits a 727?"

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From an unknown aircraft waiting in a very long takeoff queue: "I'm f...ing bored!"

Ground Traffic Control: "Last aircraft transmitting, identify yourself immediately!"

Unknown aircraft: "I said I was f...ing bored, not f...ing stupid!"

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O'Hare Approach Control to a 747: "United 329 heavy, your traffic is a Fokker, one o'clock, three miles, Eastbound."

United 239: "Approach, I've always wanted to say this... I've got the little Fokker in sight."

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A student became lost during a solo cross-country flight. While attempting to locate the aircraft on radar, ATC asked, "What was your last known position?"

Student: "When I was number one for takeoff."

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A DC-10 had come in a little hot and thus had an exceedingly long roll out after touching down.

San Jose Tower Noted: "American 751, make a hard right turn at the end of the runway, if you are able. If you are not able, take the Guadalupe exit off Highway 101, make a right at the lights, and return to the airport."

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Taxiing down the tarmac, a DC-10 abruptly stopped, turned around and returned to the gate. After an hour-long wait, it finally took off. A concerned passenger asked the flight attendant, "What, exactly, was the problem?"

"The pilot was bothered by a noise he heard in the engine," explained the flight attendant. "It took us a while to find a new pilot."

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A Pan Am 727 flight waiting for start clearance in Munich overheard the following: Lufthansa (in German): "Ground, what is our start clearance time?"

Ground (in English): "If you want an answer you must speak in
English."

Lufthansa (in English): "I am a German, flying a German airplane, in Germany . Why must I speak English?"

Unknown voice from another plane (in a beautiful British accent): "Because you lost the bloody war."

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Tower: "Eastern 702, cleared for takeoff, contact Departure on frequency 124.7"

Eastern 702: "Tower, Eastern 702 switching to Departure. By the way, after we lifted off we saw some kind of dead animal on the far end of the runway."

Tower: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff behind Eastern 702, contact Departure on frequency 124.7. Did you copy that report from Eastern 702?"

Continental 635: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff, roger; and yes, we copied Eastern... we've already notified our caterers."

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One day the pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to hold short of the active runway while a DC-8 landed. The DC-8 landed, rolled out, turned around, and taxied back past the Cherokee. Some quick-witted comedian in the DC-8 crew got on the radio and said, "What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?"

The Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by, came back with a real zinger: "I made it out of DC-8 parts. Another landing like yours and I'll have enough parts for another one."

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The German air controllers at Frankfurt Airport are renowned as a short-tempered lot. They not only expect one to know one's gate parking location, but how to get there without any assistance from them. So it was with some amusement that we (a Pan Am 747) listened to the following exchange between Frankfurt ground control and a British Airways 747, call sign Speedbird 206.

Speedbird 206: " Frankfurt , Speedbird 206 clear of active runway."

Ground: "Speedbird 206. Taxi to gate Alpha One-Seven."

The BA 747 pulled onto the main taxiway and slowed to a stop.

Ground: "Speedbird, do you not know where you are going?"

Speedbird 206: "Stand by, Ground, I'm looking up our gate location now."

Ground (with quite arrogant impatience): "Speedbird 206, have you not been to Frankfurt before?"

Speedbird 206 (coolly): "Yes, twice in 1944, but it was dark, -- and I didn't land."

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While taxiing at London 's Gatwick Airport , the crew of a U.S. Air flight departing for Ft. Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to
nose with a United 727. An irate female ground controller lashed out at
the U.S. Air crew, screaming: "U.S. Air 2771, where the hell are you going?

I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway! You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it's difficult for you to tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!"

Continuing her rage to the embarrassed crew, she was now shouting hysterically: "God! Now you've screwed everything up! It'll take forever to sort this out! You stay right there and don't move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive taxi instructions in about half an hour and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you! You got that, U.S. Air 2771?"

"Yes, ma'am," the humbled crew responded.

Naturally, the ground control communications frequency fell terribly silent after the verbal bashing of U.S. Air 2771. Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current state of mind. Tension in every cockpit around Gatwick was definitely running high. Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his microphone, asking: "Wasn't I married to you once?"



9月8日

Partial Sight I

For those of you who never visited the site posted amongst My Favorites - PartialSight (you can access it directly - www.partialsight.com ) I've decided to post here periodically a sample of what you may find there. In the interest of full disclosure, the photographer is My Favorite Poet, who recently has not been writing much poetry. I suppose when you are a happy newlywed, it's hard to get in touch with the angst from which much poetry arises. I hope you are all enjoying the weekend.
The caption on the photo called "Scribes" is : "The girls were referred to as "note takers" in professor Crispin's contract. The gratification of being attended by two young women who dutifully transcribed his every word could not be overstated."
9月2日

Labor Day 2007

 

This is Labor Day weekend, so I would like to offer kudos to all my Readers who are currently holding jobs (including domestic) to which they give their best efforts, or who have retired honorably after years of doing their part in being productive members of our society.

 

Before I embarked on a medical career, I worked in many different jobs including lifeguard, ice cream truck driver, steel mill worker, electrician, gardener, inhalation therapist to name but a few. During this time, I developed a profound respect for how hard most people work in order to put food on the table for themselves and their families, how dangerous and how stressful some jobs can be, and how pride in your work can give meaning to tasks that some would regard as demeaning or of little value.

 

Sadly, I also watched a change take place in the nature of the relationship between worker and employer. Employees in most jobs, certainly in ones with large organizations, can no longer expect a guarantee of employment, the safety of benefits upon retirement, nor continued stability even within a given industry. The forces of a market driven economy and globalization have torn asunder the old contract of “as long as you do a good job, you’ll always have a place with our company, and we’ll take care of you upon your retirement.” I think most of us have been affected directly or indirectly by out-sourcing in the labor market, as well a continued closing down of many of our traditional industries as new factories continue to be built in countries with lower wages. Given our own demand for products at the lowest possible cost (what brand of watch are you wearing, what car are you driving, where was your shirt made?) this is a process that will continue to accelerate until higher standards of living drive up wages elsewhere at the same time lowering standards in our own country reduces our own ability to pay for these goods from abroad. Unfortunately, I see no cure for this Darwinian situation, except to attempt to be the best we can be in those areas where we still hold a competitive advantage, and to pay close attention to how markets are likely to impact our own future, working assiduously to develop skills that are not readily replaceable.

 

Having come myself to this country as an immigrant with immigrant parents, I was imbued with the idea that the one thing that cannot be taken away from you is your knowledge and education. And as long as you are willing to work hard to be in the upper percentile of whatever you do, you will have someone willing to pay you for your skills.

 

We must be willing to continually reinvest in ourselves, our own training and education, so that we may not only remain competitive in an increasingly challenging world, but also that we can maintain pride in doing the best possible work of which we are capable. For most of us, we are not able to accomplish our jobs except for the aid of others. I feel it’s vital that we recognize this dependence, and reward all those who help us not only in a monetary fashion (important as that is) but also by giving recognition and praise for their part in our success. Be well, and enjoy the holiday.