Through all my life, the English language has been a major influence on my life. It was more than basic communication; it opened new worlds and allowed me to explore them. I have always been a voracious reader and I have always enjoyed writing as well. Reading has always given me methodology and inspirations, writing has always given me the chance to play with the English words. It gave me the power to create new worlds and new life. It gave me a chance to invent and think. Writing taps into a flow of creativity and allows some of it out. Like crude oil, my writing needs to be refined sometimes, but the creative flow never ceases. It is the process that I enjoy, the creative thinking that occurs when I write.
I would guess that my literary life began when I was five and living in North Dakota. My favorite toy to play with were the Lego sets from KB Toys. With all the little pieces, I could build a new world and have my little mini-figures go on exotic adventures, which always ended up with the smiling good guy winning, and the ugly bad guy losing. Lego built up my imagination and started my literacy path.
During that time, I read a lot of books. Dr. Seuss for one amazed me. I loved the rhyme, the weird words, “Schlopp! Schlopp! Beautiful Schlopp! Beautiful Schlopp with a cherry on top!” the strange illustrations, such as a “guff going by,” and the general artistry of the books. I also read Berenstain bears and other books like that, but Seuss was my particular favorite. Seuss turned into the Belgariad, a fantasy series by David Eddings, and Eddings became Clive Cussler’s Dirk Pitt novels and then Tom Clancy, whom I like to read now. I have read many other books as well, but these four have influenced me the most. Recently, I acquired a whole series of ten books full of Robert Louis Stevenson, dating back to 1908, which I intend to read soon. I also have five years worth of National Geographic which I enjoy reading and learning about the natural world around me. I enjoy reading stories that have good plots and surprising twists and magazines that have interesting articles about things I have never heard of. Books allow me to escape and either watch the adventures of some character or learn about some new thing that science has found.
These writings have inspired me to write stories several times, none of which I have had the focus to finish. One, a fantasy story called Soldier of Light, was my first serious attempt at writing something good. It is currently 28 pages long and not even near completions. I don’t know where to go with it if I ever go back to it, but I did enjoy writing what I did. Another serious attempt was a modern war story but I learned something important about writing, which was to write what I know about. I knew nothing about war, even though the story was in my head. I found I couldn’t describe it very well. Combat occurs too fast for me to write about and I know too little about army life to document a war, even a fictional war. But my inability to focus, which I can work on, hasn’t stopped me yet. Soldier of Light I may some day return to, and I have another story in process. Stories are like playing with Legos, I get to build the characters and their world and have grand adventures. The figure with the smiley face wins at the end, of course.
Writing an essay, is more iffy then writing a story. Sometimes I can do it well, sometimes not. I am a good essayist when I know what I am talking about and I can get a good flow going with the words and the ideas. I keep a blog. Several of the entries in it are essays about current events, although they wouldn’t score high on the AP English Exam. However, these essays though are an exercise in creative writing and they allow me to get my thoughts down on paper. When I write an essay, I know what I am doing in my head. I have a thesis, a body and a conclusion laid out before me in my mind and then I just watch where the writing takes me. It can be risky but it usually gives me a good result. I also tend to make my writing fancy, I search for a linguistic flow as well as a good conveyance of meaning.
My literary life has been one of Legos, reading, and writing. It has been a creative process that I have always enjoyed. From reading about Jack Ryan hunting for a Soviet Submarine, to writing about people, whom have had their memories erased, marooned on an island, the English Language has always been there for me when I called it. Writing was an art and whether I was reading it or writing it, I have always enjoyed being a part of it.
In other news, I had to write that for my AP English Class.
My sister Katie is moving to California to start a life as an Extra in Los Angeles. I am a little jealous. California is more fun than Maine. There is more to do. I like Maine, but California is exciting. My other sister Emily moved to a new appartement in Cambridge Massachuesetts. It must be a sign. Time for me to get cracking so I can move on as well. Ah, well, one thing at a time, 270 more days.
I found an cool video about Boba Fett. Nice.
When the going gets tough, the tough call J Kuhl.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Monday, August 29, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Good Move Israel. United States Should Follow
Israel and Palestine have been fighting for what seems like forever and they never quit. They are like two little children, each to selfish to share. It seems to me like Allah never taught his servents to share, and neither did Yahweh. Perhaps I don't understand this correctly, but why can't these two just live together in peace. Come on folks, lets learn to compromise.
Israel's pullout from the Gaza strip, as much as it cause heartache to some Israelis was a good move, I think. It showed that Israel is willing to sacrifice for peace. It showed that Israel wants peace and not war. The question remains whether the Israeli people will remain peaceful after this event. If they think about it, I think they might choose peace, at least for a little while. Also, we have to worry that the Palistinians will want more land. Some ignorant guy, Palistinian or Israeli will rally up a group of idiots and start the fighting all over again. But this move shows that Sharon wants peace and he is willing to compromise, which is the true road map to peace.
And since the fighting in the Middle East will never end, the best idea for America is to pull out entirely. Get out of all the Middle Eastern nations, politically and physically, and leave them alone. Continue trading with them, but that would be it. If we leave them alone, they'll leave us alone. We should only go in if we are attacked by them. 9-11 was not an attack on Iraq's part. If it was, I'd be all for this war. Our troops should stay at home. America should only attack when attacked. America should only defend itself or people who specifically ask for American help. America should not be involved in other nations, except economically.
Of course, the United States of America needs to limit their economic policies as well. Too many goods are made in Japan and China. The U.S. needs to stop buying as much from the asian nations and do some manufacturing in our own land. It'll give us jobs that we need. We should also look into alternitive energy sources besides oil for our cars and become less dependent on foreign oil. Maybe I should run for president.
In other news, the first Drama meeting of the year was today. Officers were voted in. Mike was elected Vice President and Joe was elected president. Mr. T gave us a choice, either we do the typical straight play/variety show/musical year that we always do or we do a student directed piece. I knew that the student directer would be Adam, and therefore it would be a nightmare so I voted against it. Luckly, the motion failed. We are doing the same old thing. Drama this year will rock. The freshmen all seemed to follow Mike's orders, so he says they'll fit in.
Change is evil.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Israel's pullout from the Gaza strip, as much as it cause heartache to some Israelis was a good move, I think. It showed that Israel is willing to sacrifice for peace. It showed that Israel wants peace and not war. The question remains whether the Israeli people will remain peaceful after this event. If they think about it, I think they might choose peace, at least for a little while. Also, we have to worry that the Palistinians will want more land. Some ignorant guy, Palistinian or Israeli will rally up a group of idiots and start the fighting all over again. But this move shows that Sharon wants peace and he is willing to compromise, which is the true road map to peace.
And since the fighting in the Middle East will never end, the best idea for America is to pull out entirely. Get out of all the Middle Eastern nations, politically and physically, and leave them alone. Continue trading with them, but that would be it. If we leave them alone, they'll leave us alone. We should only go in if we are attacked by them. 9-11 was not an attack on Iraq's part. If it was, I'd be all for this war. Our troops should stay at home. America should only attack when attacked. America should only defend itself or people who specifically ask for American help. America should not be involved in other nations, except economically.
Of course, the United States of America needs to limit their economic policies as well. Too many goods are made in Japan and China. The U.S. needs to stop buying as much from the asian nations and do some manufacturing in our own land. It'll give us jobs that we need. We should also look into alternitive energy sources besides oil for our cars and become less dependent on foreign oil. Maybe I should run for president.
In other news, the first Drama meeting of the year was today. Officers were voted in. Mike was elected Vice President and Joe was elected president. Mr. T gave us a choice, either we do the typical straight play/variety show/musical year that we always do or we do a student directed piece. I knew that the student directer would be Adam, and therefore it would be a nightmare so I voted against it. Luckly, the motion failed. We are doing the same old thing. Drama this year will rock. The freshmen all seemed to follow Mike's orders, so he says they'll fit in.
Change is evil.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Monday, August 22, 2005
Santa Claus the Spooky CIA Spoof
Christmas is comming. There are still four months to go, but it is an undeniable fact, Christmas time is coming. Santa Claus has already been a favorite character of mine in the Christmas traditions. Some call him Father Time, some call him Père Noël and some like to call him Jolly Old St. Nicolas. I like 'em all.
Here in Rumford Maine, the temperature has seemed to drop to the 60's already with brisk October weather. I've quit wearing shorts. Santa Claus, and I honestly believe this, paints the leaves different colors in the autumn. They are already changing here.
Santa comes down every year to paint the leaves. He is a CIA spook, as Calvin once pointed out. By painting leaves, he spies on the kids to find out those who are naughty or nice and points out potential homeland security threats to the government. Then he hands out the goods on Christmas morning. I like Santa 'cause I like presents. And go Jesus! If it weren't for him, there'd be no Christmas.
Alright, I'm not crazy, I made that up. But Santa Claus is a great scam to play on little kids. Telling them he's fake is so much fun, unless they cry. Then it's just wrong.
In other news, men have anger issues, I've heard. This summer I went to an ACE camp at Daniel Webster to learn about flying airplanes and such. One of the teachers who taught academics, one Mr. Price, was talking to us about using e-6b computers. He asked us, to see if we understood how it worked to use the e-6b, to find out how many people he'd kill in Halo in six hours at 35 people an hour.
At Halo, Mr. Price changed subjects suddenly, stating that men had real anger issues and therefore they play violent games like Halo. He stated, "Men are jealous of women because men can't give birth. Men have to take out their frustration by building things like bridges or blowing stuff up."
Apparently, I am mad at life because I can't give birth. Interesting. It may even be true. I've always wanted to be in labor for twelve hours.
God I wish I had a uterus.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Here in Rumford Maine, the temperature has seemed to drop to the 60's already with brisk October weather. I've quit wearing shorts. Santa Claus, and I honestly believe this, paints the leaves different colors in the autumn. They are already changing here.
Santa comes down every year to paint the leaves. He is a CIA spook, as Calvin once pointed out. By painting leaves, he spies on the kids to find out those who are naughty or nice and points out potential homeland security threats to the government. Then he hands out the goods on Christmas morning. I like Santa 'cause I like presents. And go Jesus! If it weren't for him, there'd be no Christmas.
Alright, I'm not crazy, I made that up. But Santa Claus is a great scam to play on little kids. Telling them he's fake is so much fun, unless they cry. Then it's just wrong.
In other news, men have anger issues, I've heard. This summer I went to an ACE camp at Daniel Webster to learn about flying airplanes and such. One of the teachers who taught academics, one Mr. Price, was talking to us about using e-6b computers. He asked us, to see if we understood how it worked to use the e-6b, to find out how many people he'd kill in Halo in six hours at 35 people an hour.
At Halo, Mr. Price changed subjects suddenly, stating that men had real anger issues and therefore they play violent games like Halo. He stated, "Men are jealous of women because men can't give birth. Men have to take out their frustration by building things like bridges or blowing stuff up."
Apparently, I am mad at life because I can't give birth. Interesting. It may even be true. I've always wanted to be in labor for twelve hours.
God I wish I had a uterus.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Wide Eyed Japanese Shadow Warriors
If there is any fad out there I severely hate it's anime. Ever since that damn pokemon craze back when I was a fifth grader, I have seen that anime and manga crap everywhere I go. From what little I have seen of anime, the plots suck and the animation is just dumb. The characters all look stupid, with eyes the size of dinner plates and hair all in a crazy afro. They all dress like queers too. The idea of pokemon is simple and stupid. Catch a bunch of monsters. The character even has a stupid name. Ash Ketch'um. Ketch'um. O.K. I've got a better one! Ass Ketchup! I thought this fad would die. Pokemon died. Not anime. It lives. The characters, all trying to use their stupid super powers to fight evil pop up everywhere. Manga and anime, like some evil plague, infests books, internet, and TV. It's worthless garbage, in my opinion. Let the Japanese keep their cartoons. I want Bugs Bunny back.Please do me a favor. Lets all get together and work hard to destroy anime. I have a book burning schedualed at 12:30 tommorrow. Bring anything related to manga or anime and I will happily burn it.
Gotta Ketch'um All!
J Kuhl Signing Off
Fried Shrimp
My Mission Mississippi group worked at a stand yesturday at the Great Falls Balloon Festival. It was a dreary, overcast day, perfect for an outdoor festival and flying balloons. I was at a booth with Ms. Little and a few other kids in my class, serving clam strips, clam cakes and shrimp, all fried. I hate shellfish. But it is all for the Cause, I suppose, we made about $1200 at the festival so far. It got very hectic quickly. The clam strips went like crazy. Serving wasn't very fun though. It smelled like the ocean and every time I sat down, someone else came by wanting more clam strips. I was surprised that we didn't go out of business. Not because of the crowd, but because of Nick. Every twenty minutes, Nick would ask me for a sample of every thing. He ate a lot. I worked for a good six hours, dehydrating my hands in latex gloves, throwing fried shellfish around. It eventually got to the point where I couldn't stand the smell of the shrimp any more.Outside the booth, crowds were moseying about under umbrella's looking for fried food and crafts that the other booths were selling. Some bands came and performed, but they all sucked. The night ended with Elvis music and Kyle and I scrubbing grease out of pans and scraping potato skins out with a house key.
It's for the Cause though. All for the Cause. I'm gonna go out and collect some bottles tomorrow after
In other news, Uncle Greg actually got jiggy with it this summer. My sister asked him to dance at a street festival on the 4th of July and he actually did it. Go Uncle Greg!Just a random memory, but I remember a funny thing that happened a few years ago I want to write down. It was in World History, in my Sophomore year and Mrs. Angell, the teacher, was talking about World War II, and more specifically, post Normandy invasion France. She was discussing how Erwin Rommel was the German head-honcho leading the Nazi army in France and one student called him Rommel McDonald. Mrs. Angell continued to talk about the troop movements and such and she brought up the point that he always wanted to get a bigger army. Jamie Donohue spoke up and said "Are you saying he wanted to supersize his army?"
Everybody cracked up. Joe went crazy. Jamie responded, "I think I broke Joe." Everyone laughed harder.
Something under the bed is drooling.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Saturday, August 20, 2005
The Half Blood Prince is the Devil!
Ever since it came out way back when, I have always been a big fan of the Harry Potter series. There was something in J.K. Rowling's writing that made the books addictive and fun to read. I could read each of them in one day, even the 800 pagers, and I would be reluctant to stop. It was a let down for me to get to the end of The Half-Blood because the book was over and I wanted more. Not to mention that at the end (highlight to reveal spoiler). Dumbledore is killed by Snape. I always thought Snape'd turn out to be all right. It was a good book and I look forward to next July when, I assume, the last one comes out. Not to mention my 19th birthday too.
And yet Harry Potter gets all this flak from fundamentalists, especially Baptists, it always seems to be Baptists, who claim Harry Potter is the devil! This is the stupidest thing I have heard in my life. And I've heard lots of stupid things before. There argument is that Harry Potter practises magic, which God has forbidden. Why would God forbid something that isn't real? These people take the book too seriously. First of all, I doubt that any of these people have actually read the book. They simply assume that he is a devil-worshipping satanist because he practises magic. If they'd read the book and stop assuming this crap, they'd learn that Harry is a christian hero. A christian hero does not want glory and power. A christian hero takes the necessary risks and only the necessary risks. A christian hero puts himself last. Harry does all this consistantly; how can he be the devil? Although God is never mentioned, the characters celebrate Christmas and Easter. Harry Potter has no satanic practises in it, unless fighting against evil and fighting for your friends has become a satanic rite.
What about Lord of the Rings? Gandalf is a human wizard, an Istari in the form of a human. He used magic to fight of the Nazgul outside of Minas Tirith. He used magic to fight Saruman at Orthanc. He used magic to fight the Balrog in Minas Tirith. Is Gandalf evil? Is Lord of the Rings the devil? You cannot say that Lord of the Rings is not evil and say that Harry Potter is.
Star Wars Jedi use this mysterious Force. The Force is simply another form of magic. Is Qui-Gon evil? Luke? Yoda? Obi-Wan?
No. None of these characters are evil. Same goes to Harry Potter. The books are not evil.
And if you haven't read the books, shut the hell up.
In other news, I'm beganing to develope a bad case of senioritis. The ickle firsties are a great group to make fun of. Its amazing that they can get lost in a hallway that goes straight! The confusion in their faces is hilarious
"I can't find my way to Buway's woom! I'm wost!"
Freshmen. Ah. I feel superior this year. It's almost as if I am better than them. I like the feeling, it's energizing to be superior to Ickle Firsties, Sophies, amd Juniors. Go Class of 2006! wOOT.
Yeah, I was a freshman once, but I survived, therefore I get the right to make fun of them. Muah ha ha ha!
279 more days to Graduation.
J Kuhl Signing Off
And yet Harry Potter gets all this flak from fundamentalists, especially Baptists, it always seems to be Baptists, who claim Harry Potter is the devil! This is the stupidest thing I have heard in my life. And I've heard lots of stupid things before. There argument is that Harry Potter practises magic, which God has forbidden. Why would God forbid something that isn't real? These people take the book too seriously. First of all, I doubt that any of these people have actually read the book. They simply assume that he is a devil-worshipping satanist because he practises magic. If they'd read the book and stop assuming this crap, they'd learn that Harry is a christian hero. A christian hero does not want glory and power. A christian hero takes the necessary risks and only the necessary risks. A christian hero puts himself last. Harry does all this consistantly; how can he be the devil? Although God is never mentioned, the characters celebrate Christmas and Easter. Harry Potter has no satanic practises in it, unless fighting against evil and fighting for your friends has become a satanic rite.
What about Lord of the Rings? Gandalf is a human wizard, an Istari in the form of a human. He used magic to fight of the Nazgul outside of Minas Tirith. He used magic to fight Saruman at Orthanc. He used magic to fight the Balrog in Minas Tirith. Is Gandalf evil? Is Lord of the Rings the devil? You cannot say that Lord of the Rings is not evil and say that Harry Potter is.
Star Wars Jedi use this mysterious Force. The Force is simply another form of magic. Is Qui-Gon evil? Luke? Yoda? Obi-Wan?
No. None of these characters are evil. Same goes to Harry Potter. The books are not evil.
And if you haven't read the books, shut the hell up.
In other news, I'm beganing to develope a bad case of senioritis. The ickle firsties are a great group to make fun of. Its amazing that they can get lost in a hallway that goes straight! The confusion in their faces is hilarious
"I can't find my way to Buway's woom! I'm wost!"
Freshmen. Ah. I feel superior this year. It's almost as if I am better than them. I like the feeling, it's energizing to be superior to Ickle Firsties, Sophies, amd Juniors. Go Class of 2006! wOOT.
Yeah, I was a freshman once, but I survived, therefore I get the right to make fun of them. Muah ha ha ha!
279 more days to Graduation.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Friday, August 19, 2005
TGIF is Really A Screwed Up Phrase
Today, for perhaps the first time ever, I am not glad that it is Friday because for some demented reason, Welsh decide to start school on a Friday, as in today. So I was thinking the whole day through, here we go again.
First of all, there were crowds of ickle firsties here and there, all nervous and jumpy. Typical freshmen, acting all scared about the up-comming years. Well, I wanted to say to them
"Welcome to St. Dominic Regional High School, Your Happy Home for the next four years,"
but I think they'd've cried or something, so I didn't. But hey, my class is now the royalty of the school, the top crop. It was still not very exciting. But here we go again anyways.
First of all, we started with the typical Welsh-speech, long and drawn out speech about how important education is and how great St. Dom's is. I slept like a baby. Of course I did! I had to wake up at 5:30 this morning! Then first period and then break.
At break, there was my typical donuts. Mike's first words to me was "Go crawl in a hole and die!" He was joking, I hope. Almost all my friends are in my computer programming class as well, which is good. Even better, Pipes is no longer among the living. Well, he isn't at that school anyways.
Sr. Nancy left the convent for a man and ran off and got married, so she is gone. Mr.Dixon, also known as Think and Grin, cause he was always grinning and looking around, left. Mr. Tine also left I'm guessing because he wasn't very popular. But the brown pants joke he told in last years english class was pretty funny.
So my classes and my first impressions are as follows:
Period 1 Pre Cal with Mrs. Girourd. It looks like it will be a tough course, as hard or worse than Algebra II and Trigonometry. I think that one will be my worst.
Period 2 Religion with Ms. Pontbriand. This one has alot of the ADHD kids so it may go out of control, which is good, chaos is funny.
Period 3 French 4 with Mr. Thibideaux. There are 8 student. Alot of french speaking as well. I think it will be hard but not too much.
Period 4 Programming with Mrs. Robitaille. Alot of my friends are in this one and we took several computers in the corner. This will be fun. Writing programs and joking with friends. Woohoo!
Period 5 Physics with Mr. Knight. Big class, almost everyone. Very important class to me because I want to fly. I think it will be interesting, but a lot of math.
Period 6 APUS History English with Ms. Ducey. I like to write, so this class, I hope, will be a good one. She handed out the Ducey Code today, a yellow peice of paper with letters and numbers that she puts on papers to show what errors were made. I hate that Code, it just shows everything that can go wrong. My Crime and Punishment essay was covered in those. She already gave out homework! It'll be quite a bit like AP US History was, only without the history.
Period 7 AP Study Hall with Mr. Knight and Mrs. St Laurent. Study Hall. Great fun and lots of sleep. My first semester will be with Knight and the second will be with St. Laurent.
School is war. He who survives with the most braincells left at the end wins. School is what keeps the human race evolving. Only the smart survive. Now that I know what I want to do with my life, this year has loads of tension on it. Flying a fighter jet is one of the hardest jobs in the world to get into and flying for the Thunderbirds would be even harder. Yet this is what I would want to do. Now the pressure is on. I'll be squeezed through the next five years like a tube of toothpaste. But trust me, I'll remember to party in the meanwhile.
In other news,I have to work at the Balloon Festival tommorrow for Mission Mississippi. Benny, Kyle, Chuck, PJ, Joe, and about twenty others and I are going to Mississippi this April for ten days to help the poor. It was something I decided to do simply because I could. It'd be an experiance I wouldn't forget. And besides, I get to do something for society, its a good feeling.
Anyways, I have to collect $400 in bottles, which is 8,000 bottles before I go. I have about $30, so I should go out again today or this weekend. There is also a $250 dollar fee that I have to raise otherwise as well.
The Balloon Festival is tommorrow. I have to work around disgusting seafood. I live in Maine but I hate all shellfish, except lobster claws. For some strange reason, the kids can't cook, so I don't know exactly what I will be doing.
This trip to Mississippi will be an interesting trip. We hope to be the first to catch an armidillo. No other Mission Mississippi group has.
Joe, get with program or I will shoot you. -Ms. Ducey
J Kuhl Signing Off
First of all, there were crowds of ickle firsties here and there, all nervous and jumpy. Typical freshmen, acting all scared about the up-comming years. Well, I wanted to say to them
"Welcome to St. Dominic Regional High School, Your Happy Home for the next four years,"
but I think they'd've cried or something, so I didn't. But hey, my class is now the royalty of the school, the top crop. It was still not very exciting. But here we go again anyways.
First of all, we started with the typical Welsh-speech, long and drawn out speech about how important education is and how great St. Dom's is. I slept like a baby. Of course I did! I had to wake up at 5:30 this morning! Then first period and then break.
At break, there was my typical donuts. Mike's first words to me was "Go crawl in a hole and die!" He was joking, I hope. Almost all my friends are in my computer programming class as well, which is good. Even better, Pipes is no longer among the living. Well, he isn't at that school anyways.
Sr. Nancy left the convent for a man and ran off and got married, so she is gone. Mr.Dixon, also known as Think and Grin, cause he was always grinning and looking around, left. Mr. Tine also left I'm guessing because he wasn't very popular. But the brown pants joke he told in last years english class was pretty funny.
So my classes and my first impressions are as follows:
Period 1 Pre Cal with Mrs. Girourd. It looks like it will be a tough course, as hard or worse than Algebra II and Trigonometry. I think that one will be my worst.
Period 2 Religion with Ms. Pontbriand. This one has alot of the ADHD kids so it may go out of control, which is good, chaos is funny.
Period 3 French 4 with Mr. Thibideaux. There are 8 student. Alot of french speaking as well. I think it will be hard but not too much.
Period 4 Programming with Mrs. Robitaille. Alot of my friends are in this one and we took several computers in the corner. This will be fun. Writing programs and joking with friends. Woohoo!
Period 5 Physics with Mr. Knight. Big class, almost everyone. Very important class to me because I want to fly. I think it will be interesting, but a lot of math.
Period 6 AP
Period 7 AP Study Hall with Mr. Knight and Mrs. St Laurent. Study Hall. Great fun and lots of sleep. My first semester will be with Knight and the second will be with St. Laurent.
School is war. He who survives with the most braincells left at the end wins. School is what keeps the human race evolving. Only the smart survive. Now that I know what I want to do with my life, this year has loads of tension on it. Flying a fighter jet is one of the hardest jobs in the world to get into and flying for the Thunderbirds would be even harder. Yet this is what I would want to do. Now the pressure is on. I'll be squeezed through the next five years like a tube of toothpaste. But trust me, I'll remember to party in the meanwhile.
In other news,I have to work at the Balloon Festival tommorrow for Mission Mississippi. Benny, Kyle, Chuck, PJ, Joe, and about twenty others and I are going to Mississippi this April for ten days to help the poor. It was something I decided to do simply because I could. It'd be an experiance I wouldn't forget. And besides, I get to do something for society, its a good feeling.
Anyways, I have to collect $400 in bottles, which is 8,000 bottles before I go. I have about $30, so I should go out again today or this weekend. There is also a $250 dollar fee that I have to raise otherwise as well.
The Balloon Festival is tommorrow. I have to work around disgusting seafood. I live in Maine but I hate all shellfish, except lobster claws. For some strange reason, the kids can't cook, so I don't know exactly what I will be doing.
This trip to Mississippi will be an interesting trip. We hope to be the first to catch an armidillo. No other Mission Mississippi group has.
Joe, get with program or I will shoot you. -Ms. Ducey
J Kuhl Signing Off
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Music is the Spice of Life
Every morning as I rush off to school (That word sends a shiver down my spine seeing as how it starts tommorrow) I have my CD player running and my headphones jamming to some muzak. I have found that I have a very broad range, although it is all in the rock genre. I like almost all rock between the Beatles and Godsmack. I hate rap and country though. Rap, while it has a good base sometimes, seems to me to just be some guy talking in rhymes. Anyone can rap:
Yo fo jizzle!
I sat on ma shizzle!
Me an' my goil
playin in the soil
don't be a foo yo!
Country to me is always some crying cowboy. Who wants to see that? Cowboys are suppose to be strong, they are suppose to be men, not little girls.
Oh, my dog ran away
My girl left me today
I got a tear down my cheek
As I fish from the creek
I go to the bar
Watchin' NASCAR . . .
Which leads to another question of mine. What is the connection between NASCAR, pick up trucks, backwater hicks, snowmobiles, ATV's and country music? Why do all of these go together like peas in a pod? I want to know because I truly have no idea.
Classical music and jazz are boring. There is only one type of music. Rock.
I like that old time of rock and roll!
Let the music just sooth the soul!
I remenisce about days of old!
I like that old time of rock and roll!
I like oldies and newbies. Beatles and Godsmack, Monkees and Three Doors Down. If it has a good beat and melody, I'll like it. I usually don't care about the lyrics. Being a Dave Matthew's fan, I usually don't know what the lyrics mean anyways. Pantala Naga Pampa? Whatever, I like it.
My Top Ten Albums:
Album,Favorite Song,Group
Funny how Dave Matthews Band is my all-time favorite band, yet they don't have my favorite song. Songs are different. I'd give you a top ten list, but there are way too many good songs for me to consider. My top two are Serenity by Godsmack and Can't Get Away by Third Eye Blind, but I like lots of groups, new and old, the Beatles, AC/DC, Dave Matthews, Blue's Image - Ride Captain Ride, Lost Prophets, Three Days Grace, Three Doors Down, Simon and Garfunkel - Cecilia, and so many more.
War by Edwin Starr is my current political statement.
By the way, this blog's title is a tribute to Dave Matthew's Band. The Last Stop is a song about war and it points out that peace cannot be gained through war. This isn't the only reason why this blog is called the last stop, but its a big part of it.
In other news, I failed my Arnold test in Civil Air Patrol again. Damn test keeps getting me every single time. And yet its so stupid. It should be easy. It is a leader ship test that advances me to my third rank, C/Airman 1st Class. I started as a Basic and moved up to Airman about a month ago. The test, being about leadership should have been simple. This one is about communication and flags and its all common sense, or so it seems.
When the audience laughs or yawns you are getting?
How hard is that? B - Feedback. Duh. All the questions are like that, so why in hell have I failed every single time? There is a curse in my particular squadron, no one, until recently, has passed that test on the first go. Usually, I'm the record breaker of that group. This time, however, I wasn't. It's gonna be like those damn O-Flights, every time I try I fail.
War! Huh! What is it good for? Absolutly Nothing! Say it again!
-Edwin Starr
J Kuhl Signing Off
Yo fo jizzle!
I sat on ma shizzle!
Me an' my goil
playin in the soil
don't be a foo yo!
Country to me is always some crying cowboy. Who wants to see that? Cowboys are suppose to be strong, they are suppose to be men, not little girls.
Oh, my dog ran away
My girl left me today
I got a tear down my cheek
As I fish from the creek
I go to the bar
Watchin' NASCAR . . .
Which leads to another question of mine. What is the connection between NASCAR, pick up trucks, backwater hicks, snowmobiles, ATV's and country music? Why do all of these go together like peas in a pod? I want to know because I truly have no idea.
Classical music and jazz are boring. There is only one type of music. Rock.
I like that old time of rock and roll!
Let the music just sooth the soul!
I remenisce about days of old!
I like that old time of rock and roll!
I like oldies and newbies. Beatles and Godsmack, Monkees and Three Doors Down. If it has a good beat and melody, I'll like it. I usually don't care about the lyrics. Being a Dave Matthew's fan, I usually don't know what the lyrics mean anyways. Pantala Naga Pampa? Whatever, I like it.
My Top Ten Albums:
Album,Favorite Song,Group
- 10. Out of the Vien, Can't Get Away, Third Eye Blind
- 9. Greatest Hits, Pinch Me, Barenaked Ladies
- 8. Faceless, Serenity, Godsmack
- 7. Back In Black, All Night Long, AC/DC
- 6. Astrolounge, Allstar, Smashmouth
- 5. Under The Table and Dreaming, Warehouse, Dave Matthews Band
- 4. Start Something, Last Train Home, Lost Prophets
- 3. Persuit of Leisure, Chasing You Around, Sugar Ray
- 2. Yellow Submarine, Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, Beatles
- 1. Stand Up, Smooth Rider, Dave Matthews Band
Funny how Dave Matthews Band is my all-time favorite band, yet they don't have my favorite song. Songs are different. I'd give you a top ten list, but there are way too many good songs for me to consider. My top two are Serenity by Godsmack and Can't Get Away by Third Eye Blind, but I like lots of groups, new and old, the Beatles, AC/DC, Dave Matthews, Blue's Image - Ride Captain Ride, Lost Prophets, Three Days Grace, Three Doors Down, Simon and Garfunkel - Cecilia, and so many more.
War by Edwin Starr is my current political statement.
By the way, this blog's title is a tribute to Dave Matthew's Band. The Last Stop is a song about war and it points out that peace cannot be gained through war. This isn't the only reason why this blog is called the last stop, but its a big part of it.
In other news, I failed my Arnold test in Civil Air Patrol again. Damn test keeps getting me every single time. And yet its so stupid. It should be easy. It is a leader ship test that advances me to my third rank, C/Airman 1st Class. I started as a Basic and moved up to Airman about a month ago. The test, being about leadership should have been simple. This one is about communication and flags and its all common sense, or so it seems.
When the audience laughs or yawns you are getting?
- Answers
- Feedback
- Candy
- Screwed
How hard is that? B - Feedback. Duh. All the questions are like that, so why in hell have I failed every single time? There is a curse in my particular squadron, no one, until recently, has passed that test on the first go. Usually, I'm the record breaker of that group. This time, however, I wasn't. It's gonna be like those damn O-Flights, every time I try I fail.
War! Huh! What is it good for? Absolutly Nothing! Say it again!
-Edwin Starr
J Kuhl Signing Off
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
The 25 Most Influential Hispanics In America
Time came out today with an article about the 25 most influential hispanics in America. My first thought was who cares? I have nothing against hispanics, its just that living in Rumford Maine, I don't know what a hispanic looks like. Maine has three ethnic groups: The whites, the blacks and the asians. Maine is 99% white, I am pretty sure, because there are only about three black guys and one chinese in Maine. Maine isn't like other states like California. California has a great ethnic diversity. When I went two years ago, there were more hispanics and asians then white folk. I think that that is great; it truly shows what America is suppose to be, a land of opportunity for all people. But Maine on the other hand, is primarily one race. I can't recall, in the ten years I've lived here, seeing a non-white person in my little town of Rumford.
There is one thing that some Americans need to think about: America is equal opportunity for all races, not just one. The Jews, the Muslims, the blacks, the reds, the yellows and the whites, the catholics and the protestants, all. America has always been described as a vast melting pot and there is no reason for anyone to be left out simply because of skin or religion. Racism is ignorant and evil. It is a horrible stain on America's history and even America's present. It upsets me to find confederate flags flying on the side of the road, which to me is a symbol of slavery and racism. Hitler was a racist. Do you want to be like him?
In other news, I caught a snake today. In the ten years I have lived here in Maine, I never saw a snake in my own driveway before. I did not want it to be run over by a car, so I grabbed some gloves and tried to catch it without hurting it. The damn thing kept slithering away in panic. After about five minutes, it was firmly grasped in my hands and I moved it to the woods. It was an neat little snake, brown and harmless. I tried to find it again and post its picture on this site, but it is gone. Probably back on my drive way. Oh well.
I knew a kid who was so stupid he mistook gluestick for chapstick. I thought it was a good idea myself, I didn't have to listen to him for weeks.
J Kuhl Signing Off
There is one thing that some Americans need to think about: America is equal opportunity for all races, not just one. The Jews, the Muslims, the blacks, the reds, the yellows and the whites, the catholics and the protestants, all. America has always been described as a vast melting pot and there is no reason for anyone to be left out simply because of skin or religion. Racism is ignorant and evil. It is a horrible stain on America's history and even America's present. It upsets me to find confederate flags flying on the side of the road, which to me is a symbol of slavery and racism. Hitler was a racist. Do you want to be like him?
In other news, I caught a snake today. In the ten years I have lived here in Maine, I never saw a snake in my own driveway before. I did not want it to be run over by a car, so I grabbed some gloves and tried to catch it without hurting it. The damn thing kept slithering away in panic. After about five minutes, it was firmly grasped in my hands and I moved it to the woods. It was an neat little snake, brown and harmless. I tried to find it again and post its picture on this site, but it is gone. Probably back on my drive way. Oh well.
I knew a kid who was so stupid he mistook gluestick for chapstick. I thought it was a good idea myself, I didn't have to listen to him for weeks.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Beyond the Firmenent of the Sky
Every year of my life for the last twelve years has been dominated by a catholic school, be it St. Dom's High or St. Athenasius St. Johns k-8, and therefore I have been sufficiently doused with the catholic religion and its teachings. But when you truly think about it, religion has a lot of holes in it. I can't even be sure if I should continue to be a catholic or drop the whole thing altogether. Currently, I consider myself borderline athiest or radically indecisive.
Take this passage for example: Mathew 15:21-28 from the New American Bible
Then Jesus went from that place and withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. And behold, a Canaanite woman of that district came and called out, "Have pity on my, Lord, Son of David! My daughter is tormented by a demon." But he did not say a word to her. His disciples came and asked him, "Send her away, for she keeps calling out after us." He said in reply, "I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel." But the woman came and did him homage, sayoing, "Lord, help me." He said in reply, "It is not right to take the food of the children and throw it to the dogs." She said, "Please, Lord, for even the dogs eat the scraps that fall from the table of their masters." Then Jesus said to her in reply, "O woman, great is your faith! Let it be done for you as you with." And her daughter was healed from that hour.
Every where I go I see stickers and banners that say WWJD? (What Would Jesus Do?) and with this passage in mind I really wonder if that is a good saying for our kids. Jesus has just ignored, then rejected and insulted someone who asked for his help. Sounds like a fine example for my kids. Jesus says many times to not judge others and yet here he is, judging this woman because she's a Canaanite, calling her a dog. He gives all these promises that God will answer our prayers and help us when we need it, yet he rejects this poor woman.
This is one reason why religion is such a problem with me. Jesus and God often contradict the character traits that priests and religion teachers shove on to us. No one can really prove whether Jesus ever historically existed either. The New Testiment is all based on heresy. None of the evangelists, Matt, Mark, Luke and John, knew Jesus. Matt, I have been told by a nun, was not the same tax collecter in the Gospels. And if Jesus did exist, the miracles don't mean anything; miracle workers were all over the place during the times of Jesus. There are no known records of Jesus been crucified by the Romans either. Jesus remains an enigma, supressing my faith in religion.
And yet, I can't bring myself to become a full-blown athiest either. The science of this world is amazing. The complexity of life, DNA, cellular respiration, cellular protiens and so on, is so complex that these chemicals could not have simply mixed together by chance. For example, there is one amino acid that cannot exist out of the cytoplasm of the cell and yet the cell cannot exist without that particular amino. Human beings can reason things out, can love, laugh, joke and experiance life like no other lifeform we know of and yet the mind is suppose to be simply one big chemical reaction? I don't think so, I believe there is more to it then that. God? Maybe. I haven't been able to decide.
In other news, I recently perused through a number of blogs, simply to see what was out there. First of all, let me say, people are interesting. Mr. Pingle, I'm sorry I made fun of you, but your name is funny. Once you pop, you can't . . . anyways everyone in America seems to have something to say about their life and opinions, which is all well and good, but to my horror, I run into some rather shady blogs. First of all, there was one talking about getting work skills and the most recent post was about how to get a blowjob! Then I run into the various porn blogs out there. Come on folks! I thought this was a kid-friendly site! Personally, I think that there needs to be more control on this stuff. I'm all for the .xxx domains. And any site that is pornographic should not be free to get into. This way we can keep the little ones out. And by little ones, I mean Freshmen.
What Would Jesus Do For a Klondike Bar?
J Kuhl Signing Off
Take this passage for example: Mathew 15:21-28 from the New American Bible
Then Jesus went from that place and withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. And behold, a Canaanite woman of that district came and called out, "Have pity on my, Lord, Son of David! My daughter is tormented by a demon." But he did not say a word to her. His disciples came and asked him, "Send her away, for she keeps calling out after us." He said in reply, "I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel." But the woman came and did him homage, sayoing, "Lord, help me." He said in reply, "It is not right to take the food of the children and throw it to the dogs." She said, "Please, Lord, for even the dogs eat the scraps that fall from the table of their masters." Then Jesus said to her in reply, "O woman, great is your faith! Let it be done for you as you with." And her daughter was healed from that hour.
Every where I go I see stickers and banners that say WWJD? (What Would Jesus Do?) and with this passage in mind I really wonder if that is a good saying for our kids. Jesus has just ignored, then rejected and insulted someone who asked for his help. Sounds like a fine example for my kids. Jesus says many times to not judge others and yet here he is, judging this woman because she's a Canaanite, calling her a dog. He gives all these promises that God will answer our prayers and help us when we need it, yet he rejects this poor woman.
This is one reason why religion is such a problem with me. Jesus and God often contradict the character traits that priests and religion teachers shove on to us. No one can really prove whether Jesus ever historically existed either. The New Testiment is all based on heresy. None of the evangelists, Matt, Mark, Luke and John, knew Jesus. Matt, I have been told by a nun, was not the same tax collecter in the Gospels. And if Jesus did exist, the miracles don't mean anything; miracle workers were all over the place during the times of Jesus. There are no known records of Jesus been crucified by the Romans either. Jesus remains an enigma, supressing my faith in religion.
And yet, I can't bring myself to become a full-blown athiest either. The science of this world is amazing. The complexity of life, DNA, cellular respiration, cellular protiens and so on, is so complex that these chemicals could not have simply mixed together by chance. For example, there is one amino acid that cannot exist out of the cytoplasm of the cell and yet the cell cannot exist without that particular amino. Human beings can reason things out, can love, laugh, joke and experiance life like no other lifeform we know of and yet the mind is suppose to be simply one big chemical reaction? I don't think so, I believe there is more to it then that. God? Maybe. I haven't been able to decide.
In other news, I recently perused through a number of blogs, simply to see what was out there. First of all, let me say, people are interesting. Mr. Pingle, I'm sorry I made fun of you, but your name is funny. Once you pop, you can't . . . anyways everyone in America seems to have something to say about their life and opinions, which is all well and good, but to my horror, I run into some rather shady blogs. First of all, there was one talking about getting work skills and the most recent post was about how to get a blowjob! Then I run into the various porn blogs out there. Come on folks! I thought this was a kid-friendly site! Personally, I think that there needs to be more control on this stuff. I'm all for the .xxx domains. And any site that is pornographic should not be free to get into. This way we can keep the little ones out. And by little ones, I mean Freshmen.
What Would Jesus Do For a Klondike Bar?
J Kuhl Signing Off
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
I'm Gonna Be an Orthodontist!
I remember a long time ago when I once said to myself, I want to be a cowboy, or a train engineer or a police officer which comes to my current question, who grows up and says to there parents "I wanna be a gigolo mom!"? Where do these nasty occupations come from? "My greatest ambition is to clean sewers." I guess someone has got to do it. But it still makes me think. And what about an orthodontist? Who would want to be every kids worst nightmare? Braces were hell.
I know that my train of dream occupations has rocketed through, starting off as a cowboy, firefighter and a police officer all at the same time. Then I decided to focus on engineering when I was five. Yup, my mom was so proud, until she found out I meant train engineer. Followed by a scientist and then a computer goon. I spent about two years learning a little C++, HTML, C-Script (for 3d GameStudio) but I could never really focus on it for too long. I have an interesting site started at this link about games I've started, but whether or not I'll ever have the motivation to continue, I don't really know. Acting has always been an interesting thought, but I'm not that great and its too difficult a business to get into. Flying, however, is pie.
But nowhere have I wanted to be a gigolo, sewer cleaner or an orthodontist. But I got to say, cheers to you people who take up the jobs most would reject. Especially you, the gigolos.
In other news, I don't know how I forgot to mention this on this site, but as of last June, I got a new nephew. Aiden Parker William Wagner, son of Jennifer (Kuhl) Wagner and Tad Wagner and brother of 4-year-old Zakory Arthur Charles Wagner. Unfortunately, they all live in sunny California, some 6000 miles away from here, so I haven't seen any of them for a year. My mother just left this morning out of Manchester NH for California and I'm stuck here, dreading Friday, the day I head back to the gulag, of which I mean school.
Inanimate objects are classified scientifically into three major categories - those that don't work, those that break down and those that get lost. -Russell Baker (Who ever the hell that is)
J Kuhl Signing Off
I know that my train of dream occupations has rocketed through, starting off as a cowboy, firefighter and a police officer all at the same time. Then I decided to focus on engineering when I was five. Yup, my mom was so proud, until she found out I meant train engineer. Followed by a scientist and then a computer goon. I spent about two years learning a little C++, HTML, C-Script (for 3d GameStudio) but I could never really focus on it for too long. I have an interesting site started at this link about games I've started, but whether or not I'll ever have the motivation to continue, I don't really know. Acting has always been an interesting thought, but I'm not that great and its too difficult a business to get into. Flying, however, is pie.
But nowhere have I wanted to be a gigolo, sewer cleaner or an orthodontist. But I got to say, cheers to you people who take up the jobs most would reject. Especially you, the gigolos.
In other news, I don't know how I forgot to mention this on this site, but as of last June, I got a new nephew. Aiden Parker William Wagner, son of Jennifer (Kuhl) Wagner and Tad Wagner and brother of 4-year-old Zakory Arthur Charles Wagner. Unfortunately, they all live in sunny California, some 6000 miles away from here, so I haven't seen any of them for a year. My mother just left this morning out of Manchester NH for California and I'm stuck here, dreading Friday, the day I head back to the gulag, of which I mean school.
Inanimate objects are classified scientifically into three major categories - those that don't work, those that break down and those that get lost. -Russell Baker (Who ever the hell that is)
J Kuhl Signing Off
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Wild Blue Yonder
I finally got my O-Flight for CAP last June and I got three more flights. That's a total of 4 flights in a Cessna Skyhawk, each one piloted by me (more or less). I got to do several take offs and I got to fly the airplane. I loved it and I want to do more. I currently only have one and a half hours logged, but its a start! I also have know the basics of navigation with sectional charts and the radio. I can in theory fly an airplane. Watch:
Take out a sectional. Find the start airport and the end airport. I'm gonna pretend that we are in a Cessna 172R going from Nashua NH to Fitchburg MA. Draw a line from Nashua to Fitchburg. Measure the distance and find the time (assuming 140 kts) with an E-6b. Next study the geography that that line follows to find clues to search for while in flight. Then extend that line to the nearest longitude. Find the angle between the flight line and the longitude. Find the nearest isogonic line. If that number is west, add the degrees to your heading, if it is east, subtract. Now you can preflight the airplane. Make sure that everything is sound and operable. Get in the airplane, turn it on. Set the radio nav, the barometric pressure and everything else. Set the GPS as well. You want to travel with the GPS, the Heading Situation Indicator and by geography. Get the ATIS weather information and note the phonetic letter it uses. Now call the tower.
"Nashua Tower, Cessna 676 Delta-Whiskey (DW)"
Tower acknowledges.
"676 Delta Whiskey ready to taxi to runway 1-4" Always take off from the run way that goes into the wind.
Tower gives clearance. Use the rudder pedals to move to the runway and call again.
"Nashua Tower, Cessna 676 Delta-Whiskey"
Tower acknowledges.
"676 Delta-Whiskey ready for departure on runway 1-4 southbound for Fitchburg with information Quebec (Q)" The ATIS will give a phonetic letter when it starts, indicating how recent the information is. The most recent is Alpha (A) and the least recent is Zulu (Z).
Tower responds, "676 Delta-Whiskey, you are cleared for take off on runway 1-4, have a good flight."
You respond "676 Delta-Whiskey cleared for take-off runway 1-4."
Aim down the runway. Pull back the throttle. When the airspeed hits sixty knots, pull back on the yoke. Using the GPS and the HSI, keep your bearing towards Fitchburg. When the runway comes into view call for clearance. I believe that it is uncontrolled and therefore:
"Fitchburg traffic, 676 Delta-Whiskey landing on runway 2-9" Or what ever the runway number is. Land against the wind. Began your descent slowly. I was taught to go at 80 kts, 1700 rpms, and 10 degree flaps. Descend, but keep the nose up so the plane goes down slowly. Aim for just beyond the threshold markings. Don't slam too hard on the brakes and clear the runway. Tell Fitchburg traffic that you are clear and find a parking spot.
So that's a basic cross-country flight to the best of my abilities. I left stuff out that I don't know, such as setting the radio and finding proper frequencies, but I know the basic ideas. I personally think that flight is the best thing since sliced bread.
This is the first airplane I got to fly. It was an O-Flight for CAP with Lt. Baker.
After that flight I knew what I wanted my career to be. F/A-22 Raptor Pilot.
This is the greatest bird in the world. Don't cross it.
In other news, Discovery came home safetly, which is good. NASA will continue. But they better fix the foam this time.
And I have turned 18. I can buy porn and vote. Yay!
We're only docters, the best we could do is storm the enemy and remove their tonsils. -Hawkeye Peirce, M*A*S*H
J Kuhl Signing Off
Take out a sectional. Find the start airport and the end airport. I'm gonna pretend that we are in a Cessna 172R going from Nashua NH to Fitchburg MA. Draw a line from Nashua to Fitchburg. Measure the distance and find the time (assuming 140 kts) with an E-6b. Next study the geography that that line follows to find clues to search for while in flight. Then extend that line to the nearest longitude. Find the angle between the flight line and the longitude. Find the nearest isogonic line. If that number is west, add the degrees to your heading, if it is east, subtract. Now you can preflight the airplane. Make sure that everything is sound and operable. Get in the airplane, turn it on. Set the radio nav, the barometric pressure and everything else. Set the GPS as well. You want to travel with the GPS, the Heading Situation Indicator and by geography. Get the ATIS weather information and note the phonetic letter it uses. Now call the tower.
"Nashua Tower, Cessna 676 Delta-Whiskey (DW)"
Tower acknowledges.
"676 Delta Whiskey ready to taxi to runway 1-4" Always take off from the run way that goes into the wind.
Tower gives clearance. Use the rudder pedals to move to the runway and call again.
"Nashua Tower, Cessna 676 Delta-Whiskey"
Tower acknowledges.
"676 Delta-Whiskey ready for departure on runway 1-4 southbound for Fitchburg with information Quebec (Q)" The ATIS will give a phonetic letter when it starts, indicating how recent the information is. The most recent is Alpha (A) and the least recent is Zulu (Z).
Tower responds, "676 Delta-Whiskey, you are cleared for take off on runway 1-4, have a good flight."
You respond "676 Delta-Whiskey cleared for take-off runway 1-4."
Aim down the runway. Pull back the throttle. When the airspeed hits sixty knots, pull back on the yoke. Using the GPS and the HSI, keep your bearing towards Fitchburg. When the runway comes into view call for clearance. I believe that it is uncontrolled and therefore:
"Fitchburg traffic, 676 Delta-Whiskey landing on runway 2-9" Or what ever the runway number is. Land against the wind. Began your descent slowly. I was taught to go at 80 kts, 1700 rpms, and 10 degree flaps. Descend, but keep the nose up so the plane goes down slowly. Aim for just beyond the threshold markings. Don't slam too hard on the brakes and clear the runway. Tell Fitchburg traffic that you are clear and find a parking spot.
So that's a basic cross-country flight to the best of my abilities. I left stuff out that I don't know, such as setting the radio and finding proper frequencies, but I know the basic ideas. I personally think that flight is the best thing since sliced bread.
This is the first airplane I got to fly. It was an O-Flight for CAP with Lt. Baker.
After that flight I knew what I wanted my career to be. F/A-22 Raptor Pilot.
This is the greatest bird in the world. Don't cross it.
In other news, Discovery came home safetly, which is good. NASA will continue. But they better fix the foam this time.
And I have turned 18. I can buy porn and vote. Yay!
We're only docters, the best we could do is storm the enemy and remove their tonsils. -Hawkeye Peirce, M*A*S*H
J Kuhl Signing Off
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