Randomness and Other Oddities
Ok, when I started this BLOG I had actually intended to keep my musings to the subject of software development. However, being me I felt the urge to wax elloquent on subjects that caught my eye. As such I've tended to ramble a bit and have probably strayed from the path that I set when I started this project. Ah well who knows where the path will end when they first set their foot upon it. Not sure who said that, but it sounds rather quote like. Possibly something Bilbo Baggins would have said to Frodo at some point though I'm pretty sure that there's nothing actually like that (Notwithstanding comments about paths being like rivers and such) in the works of Mr. Tolkien.
I won't appologize for my rambling waffle. You dear reader do of course have the option of not reading my foolishness, or of reading it and labeling me a fool.
My father worked as an Aeronautical Engineer for his entire life. His specialty was lateral stability. In short, (and I kid you not) my dad could make a brick fly. He had an incredible vision, and an artists feel for air frame design. His hobby was building and flying model airplanes. Not the motorized radio control versions that you can see flying around just about any American park on any given sunny weekend, rather my dad's special love when it came to his models was a special breed of aircraft.
Imagine if you will an airplane measuring 30cm from wingtip to wingtip and perhaps a bit more from nose to tail and weighing 1 (yes I said ONE) gram.
Some of my earliest memories are of being in giant buildings originally built to house blimps and derigibles. This giant building nearly silent and in the air overhead perhaps as many as twenty graceful airplanes making their slow way through the air as mostly middle aged men with intent expressions watched for any sign of distress on the part of their airplanes.
I've long had a deep love and fascination with airplanes. Specifically the airplanes of the golden age of aviation through WWII. Jets are wonderful and their power is awe inspiring, but there's not much artistry in a rocket with wings. However, a box kite with a motor now that's something special.
I don't build model airplanes anymore ... Might get back to it one day ... But I do still build models. I build models of things, of processes, of operations. Often when I'm writing software I think back on those gracefull swans gliding through the air, the dusty sunlight shimmering rainbow colored on their wings and tail surfaces and I'm reminded that the effort spent to make something elegant and graceful is worth every minute.
I won't appologize for my rambling waffle. You dear reader do of course have the option of not reading my foolishness, or of reading it and labeling me a fool.
My father worked as an Aeronautical Engineer for his entire life. His specialty was lateral stability. In short, (and I kid you not) my dad could make a brick fly. He had an incredible vision, and an artists feel for air frame design. His hobby was building and flying model airplanes. Not the motorized radio control versions that you can see flying around just about any American park on any given sunny weekend, rather my dad's special love when it came to his models was a special breed of aircraft.
Imagine if you will an airplane measuring 30cm from wingtip to wingtip and perhaps a bit more from nose to tail and weighing 1 (yes I said ONE) gram.
Some of my earliest memories are of being in giant buildings originally built to house blimps and derigibles. This giant building nearly silent and in the air overhead perhaps as many as twenty graceful airplanes making their slow way through the air as mostly middle aged men with intent expressions watched for any sign of distress on the part of their airplanes.
I've long had a deep love and fascination with airplanes. Specifically the airplanes of the golden age of aviation through WWII. Jets are wonderful and their power is awe inspiring, but there's not much artistry in a rocket with wings. However, a box kite with a motor now that's something special.
I don't build model airplanes anymore ... Might get back to it one day ... But I do still build models. I build models of things, of processes, of operations. Often when I'm writing software I think back on those gracefull swans gliding through the air, the dusty sunlight shimmering rainbow colored on their wings and tail surfaces and I'm reminded that the effort spent to make something elegant and graceful is worth every minute.
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