Showing posts with label things I love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label things I love. Show all posts
11 April 2011
Catch Up
I have met so many wonderful people and had so many wonderful experiences recently. I love love love it. Thank you, Universe.
20 October 2010
08 October 2010
Follow Up
More than just trying to soak it up, I am having a full on love affair with this weather! 88 during the day, 50 at night?! It does good things to me.
23 September 2010
Checkin' In
There are many many things I've thought about blogging lately as there are many many things that have been happening in my world.
Over the years this blog has seen some love, but all too often is neglected. Sometimes I consider starting a new blog, a fresh blog, to write about all these things I want to share with you. A clean slate to tell you about the creative, the beautiful, the inspiring that is all around me these days. But I don't know if I can altogether leave this themeless blog.
I dare not say likely, but I think it possible that this blog could see more than one post a month...
Over the years this blog has seen some love, but all too often is neglected. Sometimes I consider starting a new blog, a fresh blog, to write about all these things I want to share with you. A clean slate to tell you about the creative, the beautiful, the inspiring that is all around me these days. But I don't know if I can altogether leave this themeless blog.
I dare not say likely, but I think it possible that this blog could see more than one post a month...
05 August 2010
Still the One
Sitting down to work on my online flight instructor renewal I turned on the tv for background noise/diversion while I first uploaded some photos.
Having tired for the afternoon of Shark Week (there is a lot of tv watching happening while in Eagle Lake, getting my dose of tv for the year) I pulled up the guide to see if any movies were coming on. And what do you know, Kill Bill, Vol. 1 was to start in just 15 short minutes! Oh. Hell. Yes.
Now, I'm not one for movie, music, tv reviews despite seeing/hearing/experiencing things that move me. And this blog has never served as a place for such. So all I'll say is this: When the opening credits began to roll, followed by Uma's panicked breathing then her bloodied face, I remembered how I waited with bated breath for the inevitable the first time I saw the movie. Years later, seeing that scene again, I still got that short-of-breath-excitement as the first time around.
Here's to the mad genius that is Quentin Tarantino.
Having tired for the afternoon of Shark Week (there is a lot of tv watching happening while in Eagle Lake, getting my dose of tv for the year) I pulled up the guide to see if any movies were coming on. And what do you know, Kill Bill, Vol. 1 was to start in just 15 short minutes! Oh. Hell. Yes.
Now, I'm not one for movie, music, tv reviews despite seeing/hearing/experiencing things that move me. And this blog has never served as a place for such. So all I'll say is this: When the opening credits began to roll, followed by Uma's panicked breathing then her bloodied face, I remembered how I waited with bated breath for the inevitable the first time I saw the movie. Years later, seeing that scene again, I still got that short-of-breath-excitement as the first time around.
Here's to the mad genius that is Quentin Tarantino.
31 July 2010
Harmony
Flying, for me, might never get old. At least I hope it doesn't. I still get butterflies before I fire up for the day. And when it's been a while since I've flown the feelings are even stronger. Last weekend I went home for a few days then came back to Eagle Lake to the rice contract. I had trouble sleeping the night before I was set to fly again. It wasn't nervous energy, or anxiety--more like that excitement you feel at the beginning of a relationship when you are waiting for the next time you're to see the person.
But nothing compares to the feelings I have when I'm actually flying. Having been an athlete for years I am very physically aware of and in control of my body. But nothing I've done athletically ever gave me the satisfaction I get from making the helicopter do exactly what I want it to do. With almost indiscernible movements of my hands and feet I make a machine that is said not to fly, but to beat air into submission move with such a violent grace that it seems more an extension of myself than a separate entity. As with my body, all I have to do is think about what I want the aircraft to do and it begins to do it. After all, moving your legs to walk isn't a conscious effort. And in the same way that I feel my feet and hands move and my heart beating I feel the aircraft--the vibrations from the main rotor, the tail rotor, the engine, the way it reacts to the wind and to my control input. Both hands, both feet, both sides of my brain constantly perfecting the balance between lift and weight, thrust and drag.
But nothing compares to the feelings I have when I'm actually flying. Having been an athlete for years I am very physically aware of and in control of my body. But nothing I've done athletically ever gave me the satisfaction I get from making the helicopter do exactly what I want it to do. With almost indiscernible movements of my hands and feet I make a machine that is said not to fly, but to beat air into submission move with such a violent grace that it seems more an extension of myself than a separate entity. As with my body, all I have to do is think about what I want the aircraft to do and it begins to do it. After all, moving your legs to walk isn't a conscious effort. And in the same way that I feel my feet and hands move and my heart beating I feel the aircraft--the vibrations from the main rotor, the tail rotor, the engine, the way it reacts to the wind and to my control input. Both hands, both feet, both sides of my brain constantly perfecting the balance between lift and weight, thrust and drag.
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