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May 12
   Vintage! This is a random post. The year was 2009...

The year was 1986. I was 24 months out of flight school and though things looked gloomy, I still had hopes of finding a job for some loser airline that would bank on my commercial pilot license and give me a right seat on a small commuter plane and help me build up my miserable 300 Top Gun Posterhours of flight time.

When Top Gun came out, it instantly became a cult movie for anybody who had - or wanted - wings. Technically, it was rather daring and it featured lots of actual in-flight footage of dogfights. The acting might have been cheesy but that movie was loaded with action and the characters cartoon-perfect.

They had the Right Stuff. I wanted Maverick’s motorcycle (I did get one a few years later, actually, same bloody model and color, a coincidence), I wanted his attitude, his cool, his inner conflicts, and his girl. The planes, well, I would have been happier aboard something a little less aggressive (she tells him that, too.)

Any way, you must be wondering where on Earth I’m going with this. I’m not. I’m going much higher. Those of you (that must be just about everybody) who have seen the movie probably remember one of the air combat scenes where Maverick and Goose are flirting around with a Mig under orders not to engage. Maverick ends up flipping their plane upside down and comes inverted on top of the Russian, their canopies almost touching, and then he gives him the bird, as Goose later recalls it. « You know, the finger. »

Well, that was then, and it was Hollywood. But the scene was real and shot with real fighters, flown by real hot shot fighter pilots. So. In case you wonder who was flying for Maverick, you need only look up. Yes, that’s it, look at the sky. At this very moment, the space shuttle Atlantis is orbiting our planet on a very difficult mission to repair the Hubble  telescope. The Mission Commander’s name is Scott D. Altman. Alias Maverick. He was the one who flipped the bird!

4 Navy pilots had been assigned to the movie and were flying on the aerial shots. Altman was young then, and recalls being paid $23 a day for the job. The story is here. I think the whole thing is brilliantly funny, from that to this.

And speaking of Atlantis’ last Hubble mission, here’s another bit of techie gossip for you. For the first time ever, one of the crew members is reporting on the mission progress, live on... Twitter! Now, I really don’t know if I should burst out laughing or crying. So I won’t do either. I guess it’s just a sign of times.

Here’s the Twitter link from mission specialist Mike Massimino. In the end, I think it’s pretty cool to think that the few messages (they must be rather busy up there) we’ll be receiving are coming live from a high Earth orbit. Who ever said NASA had no PR skills?

Thanks to my sis’ for the multiple scoops and insights, straight from the Canadian Space Agency where she is working right now.

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2009-05-12 19:18 • Posted in Web winks:

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  • 1 - dinahmow says:

    « Altman got 23 bucks for that! What did Cruise rake in? »

  • 2 - Sigrid says:

    « While we’re on scoops, although « Maverick’s woman » had many men fantasizing about her for years, Ms McGillis has recently annonced she was now rooting for her own team.
    That’s a scoop I did NOT get from the Space Agency ;) »

  • 3 - Marie says:

    « Are they both rooting for their own teams. See what we’ve done with your post, Vincent?

    I cannot believe you linked to a tweet.

    Bob constantly has Nasa TV on his computer at work... wonder if he knows about the Twittering. »

  • 4 - Vince says:

    « Dinahmow: Cruise did it For a Few Dollars More.

    Sigrid: Can’t blame her, fraternizing too closely with Cruise is bound to leave scars. ;-)

    Marie: Yeah, there’s no respect for a good scientific post any more. And about Twitter, I can’t believe it either. It just happened. ;-)

    Well, since as a part-time geek I am sworn to keep an open mind (and while I still don’t get the tweeting thing at all, no, worse, I find it rather stupid) I have begun - and then dropped - an experiment with Twitter as a personal blog post announcement service, rather like RSS does it. The remains can be seen at the bottom of the right sidebar... »

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We now go back to current chronological entries:
Apr 4

Up at 5:00 am this morning, I looked back lovingly at my awful Grand-Canyon-like bed and sighed. It would be 40 hours until I saw a bed again. I then proceeded towards the kitchen, nailing my foot on the vacuum cleaner abandoned in the door way. Vacuum cleaners - who needs them, really? All I have to do is open the door and the sliding window at the same time to create a draft and all my dust returns to itself. Or the neighbor’s.

But I skipped coffee, still unable to focus sharply on anything smaller than the oven and unsure of my ability to handle Bialetti technology. I would get caffeine downtown. Getting dressed wasn’t so complicated because I’ve learned to execute my routine through the mists of the deepest early morning sleep. Once I figure which sock goes on which foot in order to avoid positioning the holes on the big toe - a wasteful and aggravating maneuver I’ve regretted many a time - the rest follows smoothly. Ok, I’ve only got one pair that’s this bad.

A glance at the outside thermometer to figure out if I could finally focus, a look at the mirror to make sure I was wearing pants, a frown at the open suitcase which by now should have been packed, a handful of dried apricots to get my hands sticky and avoid losing my bus pass, and I was out the door. I caught the first bus at the first stop, along with two or three other early birds and a raccoon. I don’t think they could focus much either.

I got off in front of Waves and went in for coffee. I had a couple of minutes to kill before it turned 6:00 am. There’s something degrading about arriving to work before 6:00; it’s like admitting being a slave, or having slept on the sidewalk. But at 6:01, it all changes. A new workday is born, there’s time and potential ahead and one feels smart by having beaten the crowds to their desk.

I like early morning. It’s a promising time. I wish English had an expression for it like Spanish does. La madrugada. It’s easy to get lost in thoughts, then.

So I sat down for a few minutes in this town of men with big mouths and no guts, thinking that some things we plan, we sit and we invent and we plot and cook up; others are works of inspiration, of poetry; and me, if you can believe this, I closed my eyes, actually praying, not to God above but to you, waiting in your dress, in your dress of blue; saying, thank you girl, thank you girl, I’ll love you till the end of the world...*

* Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - crafted from (I’ll Love You) Till the End of the World

 

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2008-04-04 07:02 • Posted in Always: & Schtroumpfissime: & South Africa:

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    « Break a leg. Kisses to the cat. »

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