Birds of mass destruction

I do not know if video exists of the crash landing that happened this evening in the Hudson River, but I would certainly be interested in seeing what a water landing looks like where the airplane remains intact afterwards.
When I heard about this story, I immediately thought back to a video of a plane landing in the ocean with much different results. Granted, the landing seen on the video would have also been a terrible failure on a runway.

Nevertheless, the video highlights how destructive water can be upon impact, thereby revealing how ridiculously amazing the landing of US Air 1549 must have been.

By the way, I understand the glamour of landing on the Hudson, but we also had an incident occurring closer to home. An Air Canada commuter jet made an emergency landing at Albany International today, blew out all four tires in the process, and closed the airport since it finally came to a stop at the intersection of the airport's only two runways.

What is it this week with airplanes?

Of course you must know by now about that wacko that faked his own death by setting his Piper on autopilot and bailing out. What did that plane ever do to you, sir? In response to this atrocity, I'm starting my own advocacy group: People for the Ethical Treatment of Airplanes, which will also be known as PETA.

New digs

I was relocated today to better and brighter stomping grounds. Unlike other moves that provide the opportunity to rid yourself of loads of unwanted junkiness, an inter-office move actually reveals MORE junk, usually stuff you had completely forgotten, or attempted to completely forget due to painful memories.

Nevertheless, I found a spot for all my stuff.

And, when I turn around, this is what I see. For those non-Albanians out there, that's the State Capitol on the right and the State Education Department on the left.

Ta-ta for now.

Airport Tycooning

It seems like they have simulation games for everything. I was thinking about the good ol' days this past week and I remember that my debate partner in high school had an awesome game on his computer where you built and managed an airport Sim City-style. I must get my hands on this game, me thinks - mostly because Fligh Sim X is too powerful to run on my laptop.

I went over to the local electronics and electronics accessory store and failed, but alas, that's why we have that little thing called the Internets. And, behold, the object of my soon to be obsession:
Look at these screenshots. I'll have more to say after I actually play the game. I was too young and innocent and relatively uninterested in airports or simulations when I was first introduced to this game. But, as somewhat of a simulation expert now, I will be sure to offer my cunning and stellar commentary after I perform some market research.

Of course, one of the potential pitfalls of this discovery is that I will soon start simulating every aspect of my life. Maybe somebody out there has come up with "Night Owls Hockey 2009: Crosschecking for Life" or "Seinfeld Marathoning: Not that there's anything wrong with that" or "P&C: Sound Basic Education With a Vengeance."

The Stupid States of America

If you had to guess which US state had the highest teen pregnancy rate, which one would you guess it was?

Probably one of the Blue, liberal, no family value states, right? It would have to be, those Blue States have no morals, the teens just go out, get meth, and do it all night long. It would probably have to be a state like Taxachusetts, or Connectisucks.

Well, you would be wrong. The winner is...M-i-s-s-i-p-p-i. Good Ol' Mississip'. In the Deep South - a state where W. could still probably get 65 percent of the vote. Bible country.

And those goony liberal states, you ask? They have the LOWEST teen birth rates. Hippie parents and all.

It does not stop there - the states in purple on the map below are the ones with the highest child poverty rates in the US.

Besides New Mexico and New York, what do all of those states have in common? Let me give you a hint: John McCain won those states with 54, 55, 59, 59, 57, 61, 52, 57, 58, and 56 percent of the vote.

I'm just getting started. Look at the average IQ by state - here the darker shades correlate with higher IQ's. Notice a pattern?

So basically we a situation where the dumbest states in the country have the highest poverty levels and teen birth rates. Yet those same areas continue to espouse their moral superiority and vote en masse for a political party that panders to the wealthy.

I'm done feeling bad for you, idiot states.

He's still my speaker

Later this month, Coloradoans will lose one of the finest public servants in the State's history. Current State House Speaker Andrew Romanoff (D-Denver), who is term-limited, will pass on the gavel to his Rep. Terrance Carroll (D-Denver). Democrats owe a lot to the out-going Speaker. He assumed leadership of the chamber with a relatively slim 7-seat majority - he is handing it off with a much healthier 11-seat advantage for the Democrats.

I had the honor to serve the Speaker as the Historian of the House during the first two years of his tenure. In that role, I was in a position to observe every single minute of debate on the House floor, and got to witness first hand as the Speaker moved Referendum C through the legislative process in 2005. It was that policy debate that inspired me to attend graduate school.

There are far too many fond memories of the Speaker to recount on here today, but I will share a few of them.The Speaker had very sensitive hearing. While Speakers before him had always allowed the members to speak at will during introductions and announcements in the morning, he demanded that the members take all conversations outside or sit quietly at their desks. This did not sit well with everyone, especially the Representatives - of both parties - he called out by name to shush.

I was caught up in all of this. You see, I have the annoying habit of clicking my pens. One day during Third Reading, I was clicking away when I heard the Speaker call me over. "What an honor," I thought. He handed me a note. No doubt some important message to deliver or fact to look up. Wrong. I opened the note and saw that the Speaker had scribbled if I could please stop clicking my pen.

He was less discrete about asking the members to be quiet. He wen about that by gaveling like a mad-man and looking over the chamber until people understood what he meant. Unfortunately for the Front Desk staff, we always had our back to the Speaker and the first time he gave out one of his famous gavelings, it caught us all by surprise. So much so that Marilyn, our Chief Clerk fell off her chair. As she was scrambling to pick herself, and her chair, up, the Speaker scolded the Members, "See what you made me do to Marilyn."

At this point, Marilyn was bright red and the entire chamber had erupted in laughter.
On another occasion, he gaveled, then said, "I just had to get it out of my system." That prompted Rep. Al White (R-Winter Park) to come to the podium and remark, "Mr. Speaker, with that gavel, you got it out of my system."

After a bill that would have authorized the Colorado DMV to issue Denver Broncos license plates passed with a 52-12 margin, the Speaker announced the result as such, "With 52 aye votes and 12 Raider fans, the bill is passed."

The Speaker was also good at taking jokes. In 2005, the Speaker got an especially awful haircut. Rep. Pommer (D-Boulder) got a picture of the Speaker with the new do and had a transparency made to display on the amendment board, which, incidentally, I was in charge of. The day the Speaker revealed his new haircut was, tragically for him, the same day the House was slated to debate a new bill regulating hair dressers and barbers. Rep. Pommer hatched a scheme with me. He said he would come to the microphone to make a statement in support of the bill, but ask for a technical amendment at which point I would display the picture of the Speaker.

The stunt was an enormous success. The Speaker was in the back of the room for the stunt and I could see him laughing it off. Rep. Pommer got some cracks in with the picture on the screen. He said that the Speaker's barber had a 2-for-1 special on that fateful day, but since the Speaker was on his own he had decided to get both haircuts himself.
My favorite memory of Speaker Romanoff, however, was one day after Session had ended. My carpool friends and I were stranded because our ride had incurred a flat. We had no recourse and were hoping somebody would drive from Ft. Collins to come pick us up. As we were walking into the Capitol to go use the phones, we ran into the Speaker. He asked us what we were still doing at work. We told him our ordeal and he said, "Well, you know, I have AAA. Let me call and see if they'll come take care of you."

They would, but there was a catch: the Speaker would have to stick around to sign the paperwork. So, the Speaker waited with us, three guys fresh out of college, for an hour in the Capitol cafeteria until our car was set to go. And he never complained. He asked us questions, told us stories, and was as pleasant as could be.

He even let us in on a little secret: he had a date that night that he was really nervous about. He called the lucky girl right there in front of us to let her know that he was going to be a little late. I could not believe my ears. The Speaker of the House had taken the time to help us out on a night that he had a hot date.This last week, the Speaker could have been appointed to the US Senate seat being vacated by Sen. Ken Salazar (D-CO). Governor Ritter chose not to appoint him, I think, to the detriment of all Coloradoans. The State is much better off because of Andrew Romanoff, that's why he'll always be my Speaker.

Foggy McFoggerton

My mom and sister flew in for the holidays. They were supposed to arrive on Saturday, December 20, to which Mark said, "That's good, all the bad weather is supposed to come in on Friday."

That was wishful thinking. They were laid over in Baltimore overnight, had to fly backwards to Cincy International, which is actually in Northern Kentucky, and finally made it in on Sunday in this...

That is the view of the Runway 1/19 area from Albany-Shaker Road. I could barely see the road - what must it have looked like from the cockpit? We are all pretty good fliers in my family - that is, we never become scared or freaked out. But when the plane touched down and seemed to take a bit longer than usual to slow down, my mom reportedly said, "We're going to end up on Central Avenue."

On the way over, Diane and I discussed the possibility of potentially investing in some sort of warm bevies. I insisted on stopping before we got to the airport, thinking that there was nowhere to buy said products at ALB unless you were travelling. Diane resisted, and bet that there was a coffee shop accessible to non-travelers. I had forgotted about this little hole in the wall...

Fail. But at least the lost bet went to a good cause.

Bye 2008

What a year!

On the one hand, I can't wait for it to end, on the other I feel nostalgia for all it's great moments.

The year started at the Desmond. It was where I most wanted to be in the world, and with the most glorious company imaginable. Although my new job had started in November, January was when it really took off.

February 7 - I will never forget that day. And then, the very next Thursday, the first meaningful V-day in my life.

I never in a thousand years would have predicted spending March in Argentina by myself this year, much less with her. Those were perhaps among the best 8 days in my entire life. There is a certain joy in showing off one's own country - it's an even greater joy showing it off to someone special.

April came and went. I had a new reason to dread April 15 this year. It was a personal obstacle that I had not expected to confront for a long, long time. April 15, 2008 marked the one-year anniversary since we lost my dad.

May was both personally satisfying and emotionally complex. I received my Masters degree with family from all around the globe present, literally. My mom flew out from Colorado. My grandmother, uncle, and cousin came from Argentina. Charlie flew out from Spain. Abuela Else came from New Mexico. The emotional complexity came from the fact that if one other person from Argentina had been able to come, none of the others would have made it. Don't get me wrong, I was thrilled to have them - but I would have much rather have had my dad be present and receive a phone call from the others.

About 15 minutes after graduation, while we were out to dinner at the Ginger Man, I got a job. Yup, if that's not a ringing endorsement for Rockefeller College, I don't know what is.

Before May ended, one of my all-time dream trips came true: a week in St. Maarten.

In June, I started my new job. It was baptism by fire. The end of session is not gentle even for the most veteran staffer, let alone a rookie. And on the Education Committee of all places. I also fulfilled another lifelong dream and dogsitted Mia. Aww, Mia. And I met two new puppies: Hudson and Ruby. Aww, Mia.

July and August were good. I bought a house, my sister came to visit for six weeks, and I became acquainted with the Valley Cats. I think I spent more time at The Joe than at work! We roadtripped to see Timmy in Crapeonta where we had a horrifying encounter with that jerk LaMonica. "Shut up, LaMonica!" Note to self: never let Timmy pick the bar again. Scituate, Kayaking...there was so many great times this summer I can't recount them all.

September...fall in the Capital Region. It is quickly becoming my favorite time of year. I found out how Adirondackly Extreme I am in September.

October was great because one of my favorite people moved to Jay Street. 'Nuf said. Later in the month I took a surprise trip to Colorado and scared the hell out of my mom and sister. And I got to see Barack at a rally in Fort Collins.

I will never forget November. It was so cathartic. I drove down to Carbondale, PA to Barack the vote. When they called Ohio, I knew it was over, but I will still remember Keith's call. Small problemo: what would I do with this new found spare time?

And here we are in December. In the second week of the month, I lost my budget virginity. I will lose a whole bunch of work-related virginities in a few days. My mom and sister came to Albany for the holidays, and, thankfully, she was around too. If she shows up tonight, it will complete one of my 2008 New Year's resolutions: to end the year the same way I started it.