MAD BEATS. — I’ve been listening to a lot of 1990s electroclash/big beat lately. Chris left a hard drive with all his music here, and among it I found Aphex Twins’ Selected Ambient Works 85-92. Sometimes you just need to shut it all off and think about nothing. Big beat aids in that endeavor. Oddly enough, it also helps you to create and think of ideas if the mood should strike.
SO WHAT. — The Air Force Navigators/Observer’s Association called me yesterday to ask if I wanted to be their keynote speaker at their annual convention in Savannah this year. My boss says I can go, but I wonder if the Association thought about importing a female instructor from the Navigator Training Program to speak. Now, I get that I am their youngest member, and I am their first and only female member, so they would like to see what I have to say. The old heads are quite intrigued by my membership. It’s still a man’s military, but we ladies get to play once in a while.
Is that too politically incorrect to say to retired Colonels? It’s true. My friend Crystal is moving to teach at the Navigator Training School in a couple weeks; I was going to ask her if she’d be interested in the opportunity. Her farewell dinner was this weekend; Larry and I braved subzero temperatures to join the festivities. A big North Dakota outing… to the local steakhouse. I had a salad and potato and three too many cocktails. Standard.