Year: 2014

Entering the third year

Third year Begins

Eight terms down, four to go. The second year as a doctoral student is over. What a ride! After many discussions and much advice from committee members and mentors, i have finally committed to reducing the scope of my dissertation a bit. This next term will be all about getting ready for my proposal defense….and a fun elective on mobile development theory.

7 Down, 5 to Go!

Semester 8
This week begins semester 8 of 12 in my doctoral program. Seven down, five to go! Can’t wait for my dissertation defense and everything else to be over and done! 63 weeks 17 hours 23 minutes and 35 seconds ’til I am Dr. Moon.

Soaring Fun

I haven’t been soaring for awhile now, as my glider awaits an annual and some minor maintenance. This past Saturday I took a friend flying in a Grob Twin Astir. I captured many photos and several videos in flight using my Google Glass. This one starts as I enter the pattern in preparation for landing and continues all the way to exiting the glider.


High Flight

High Flight

“Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air….
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.”

A famous work that conveys the double-edged sword of the love of flight is the poem “High Flight” by aviator poet John Gillepsie. He wrote the now famous poem a few months before he died at the age of 19 following a midair collision between his Spitfire and a training aircraft. The collision occurred at a low altitude of 1400’, and the pilots were unable to exit their aircraft before impact. Both were killed.

OMG it was bad

Wing Commander (video game)
A GREAT Video Game
Wing Commader Film
A  BAD Movie

Remember the awesome Wing Commander space combat games series from the 90s? It brought space games to a whole new level and paved the way for later greatness like X-Wing vs. Tie Fighter. Just rembering it makes me nostalgic for my old Amiga 3000T.

Now… Remember the god-awful movie loosely based on the same? I actually feel compelled to watch it again to determine whether it or Ender’s Game is the worst sci-fi movie adaptation ever…. yes, it might even be worse than the abhorrent adaptations of beloved Heinlein novels.

A Great Book
Ender's Game File

I loved the Ender’s Game novel (despite the fact that I think the author is a homophobic ass). Tonight I watched the movie adaptation on pay-per-view. It was Bad. Seriously BAD. Not bad like your arm is asleep and this is uncomfortable type bad… not bad like you wake up on a drool covered pillow with a soggy cold cheek type of bad.  Not bad like performing your own appendectomy with a plastic picnic spoon and a shot of Jack Daniels. Bad like a volcanic eruption of doom that burns orphanages and nursery schools in a hot ash cloud of lava filling the air with youthful screams of pain-filled horror before ultimately rupturing the Earth’s crust and exposing the inner mantle resulting in a core implosion destroying the entire planet type of BAD. I plead cold med brain fuddle for even watching it.