Before literacy, we were mere listeners. We heard stories read to us as a group. After the printing press, we were elevating to individuals, each with our own, acknowledged perspective on what we read. (The Renaissance, if anything, was a celebration of individual perspective - just like the paintings.) This reading phase took us right through the reading equivalent of cheating: postmodernism, cut-and-paste, and other personal deconstruction of the author's original intent.

Finally, computers have changed our relationship to the text again. Instead of just reading the publications of others, we are free to write and distribute our own - on a relatively level playing field. We become authors.

My personal best:

• TailFucking
• NastyAssPics
• SickAssOnline
• BadAssWarez
• WhoopAssOnline
• WapYourAss
• DryAssFuck
• PaulTheAss (my favorite)

--Leroy

NEXRAD is the "next generation of radar".  It is capable of producing high definition 3 dimensional weather map, for personal use and forecasters.  In the US, It is a joint collaboration between department of transport and department of defense.  As of today, 175 units (1.3 billion dollar each) are strategically disposed on US soil to scan a maximum surface, hence see what's coming ahead in the sky.

The Myanmar tragedy…Over 15000 death and more to come...If the NEXRAD was on-site before the fatal storm, could have led to a successful preventive evacuation?  I say maybe.  I say let's decommission just one of these bad boy from an area less affected by costal storms (main land) and donate it expresso to Myanmar...Or better, take a fourth of our NEXRAD (~40) and pack and ship them to high risk poor coastal countries and mark that day "official day of the day who America donated 40 of his 175 NEXRAD to third/world countries" day, and make it an official holiday for everybody...Uh, not going to happen?  Why not?  Too busy invading Irak eh?  Planting the flag in the butt hole of a few trouble extremists…Is that going to save 15000 people?  It already killed 4300!!

--Leroy

Back 2 days later in the airport to flight my ass back to New York.  Prior boarding I need to renew my visa (NAFTA trade) at the custom.  I'm usual to the procedure and expect no problem but nevertheless got there 3 hours earlier just in case.  Ended to be a good gut feeling:  "Sir, do you have your degree diploma with you?"  Hey man, my degree diploma is framed and hanged on a wall of fame at my family house so no, did not bring it.  Instead, I got this official letter stating that I received the diploma.  Look, it’s signed in blue and wax-sealed...Did you read it?  "Yes, we need to see your diploma...I have to refused your demand.”  These guys...Got them the frame and got through on the second pass...Have an hour to kill still and I need a beer.  Last chance to drink a cold Molson Ex in a frozen bock...$10.50!  Pricier than a stripper joint, boner-less...

An hour later, flying above the big ship on a clear sky at low altitude was the tradeoff for all the rocks this trip has thrown my way...

Peace,
--Leroy