Today, Facebook hit a new milestone, perhaps one that it won’t be celebrating much: the stock went down past $20 a share. In fact, as this post is being written it’s trading at $19.99.
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When Facebook first listed on May 18, its shares opened at just over $42.
The ambient temperature during the day was in the high 90s, as was the humidity. We were working on a blazingly hot white concrete pad, which acted as a hellish solar reflector, intensifying the heat and making working conditions all but unbearable. You literally couldn’t touch the metal pieces of that antenna without wearing gloves, it was that hot. We worked 20 minutes outside, then ten minutes inside the air conditioned shelter, then 20 minutes back outside again, eight hours a day. It took us an entire week to disassemble that damned antenna and pack it up. I must have sweated off ten pounds, and for a light-@$$ed guy like me, that’s a lot.I've felt hotter on any given August day at Boron AFS in the Mojave Desert. Or marching to and from school in August down at Keesler Airplane Patch in Mrs. Hippy in the wayback. Or working inside a radome on Guam. Or even sitting in the back of a C-130 on the ramp at Don Mueang AB in Thailand. Or we could be in Abu Dhabi (visualize a wink and a nod here), where the forecast high tomorrow is 111 flaming hot degrees. So we need to keep thangs in perspective, yanno? Hot fun in the summertime, indeed.
Dear Norman E Pennington,The content in question is all that Cadillac stuff, like the crest, et al. Just as well, as I was having buyer's remorse about paying 44 gotdamned Yankee Dollars for a frickin' tee shirt. Thanks, Cafe Press. Srsly.
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The last active B-17 Flying Fortress in Europe performs a fly-over above the former Knettishall Airfield, England, July 14, 2012. The fly-over was part of the 388th Bombardment Group memorial re-dedication at Coney Weston, England. (U.S. Air Force photo/Staff Sgt. Megan P. Lyon) Eternally Grateful: A B-17 trailing smoke overflew US airmen in World War II flight uniforms at the former Knettishall Airfield in Coney Weston, England—home of the Army Air Forces' 388th Bombardment Group (Heavy) during the war—to salute the group's members killed in raids over Europe. More than 200 guests attended the July 14 rededication of the monument to the group's war dead. That date was the 70th anniversary of the first 8th Air Forces crews arriving in eastern England, according to a July 23 Air Force release. "It's an incredibly moving experience to see the incredibly warm relationship that still exists between the local British people and the Americans," said Olivia Leydenfrost, daughter of a former 388th BG bombardier. First erected in the 1980s, the monument recently saw the addition of two stones listing the names of the airmen lost in the war. During its time at Knettishall, the 388th BG operated B-17s. (Coney Weston report by SSgt. Megan P. Lyon)
I want to be seduced, I want a woman to take me out to dinner for twoI LOVE the lyrics to this tune. It's funny, and not funny ha-ha, but I never got the sorta of reaction I WANTED when I played this lil ditty for the then-object-o'-my affections in the wayback. Unless you consider uproarious laughter "desirable," which I did, on occasion.
I want to see her eyes gettin' moody,
Flirtin' with the thought of what flirtin' can lead to
I want to act real cool, have her think about gettin' little me in bed
Have a chat about Magna Charta, or Puerto Vallarta, or somethin' Gandhi said
I might demur politely, falter slightly, if she starts to fondle my knee,
But I'm relatively certain I'd compromise if I know me
I want to be seduced, I want a woman to talk to me suggestively
I want to hear her say she'll be with me tomorrow morning,
Drinking hot jasmine tea
I want her to make me laugh, make a point of touching me when she talks
Leaving all the jealous guys in the joint to mumble in their beer and gawk
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I'd try it. And that's saying a LOT, since I've long had nothing but contempt for Nikka's products. But my contempt is based on my experiences with Black Nikka, the most common well whiskey in Japanese bars. That was true during my stints in Nippon in the way-back; things may have changed. Black Nikka is one of the roughest, nastiest whiskeys I've ever had (except maybe for Mekong) and is comparable to Ten High in quality but not taste (Nikka is scotch-like). But then again we're talking lowest common denominator rot-gut swill. Nikka is thinking about importing their good stuff... and I'd try it. One thing I've found in my whiskey explorations is price and quality ARE directly related... you definitely get what you pay for.
So put me on a highwayDangerous would mean three iterations o' "two fingers" o' scotch, followed up with three Rusty Nails. It's taking every fiber in my rational being to avoid getting in The Tart, setting her cruise control at 80, pointing her in a southerly direction, and tuning the XM to a blues station, the upshot bein' I could be in Ciudad Juarez before last call (Heh. There's never a last call there.) if I left right now. God bless us everyone for the ... ahem... wisdom that comes with old age, coz I think I'm gonna put it to bed rather than hit the highway. But there WAS a time...
And show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time
I find it magical (hey)
I feel like I'm loving you in 1963 (hey)
Flowers in my hair (hey)
Little bitty hearts upon my cheek
Baby, you'll be on my mind
'till I kiss you next time
Lay your body down, come and let me bring your body down
Listen to my voice, the only sound
As I lullaby you, lullaby you down
The shoe on the hand that fits, there's really nothin' much to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit, 'cause it's all right
Oh well a touch of grey, kinda suits you anyway,
That is all I had to say, if it's all right
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
She: I can't get over how beautiful your hair is... it's so thick and so healthy!
Me: Yeah, in places.
I didn't know USAF had had THAT many leaders fired. Or perhaps I did... it all depends on how you define "top leader." To me that term means Chief of Staff or perhaps MAJCOM leaders, but if you broaden it to include the various Assistant Secretaries and Under Secretaries, then yeah... I suppose I knew that. General Schwartz was also being somewhat coy with his "we all know" remark. Hell, the man is retiring next month and he SHOULD be able to call a spade a spade. There ain't a congresscritter alive who'll support force reductions or base closures that affect HIS constituents. Ain't never gonna hoppen, Gee-Eye. And Today's Modern Air Force is just like Yer Father's Air Force in that particular regard.Can't We All Get Along?: Reflecting on the fact that the Air Force—and no other service—has seen three top leaders fired, one resign early, and one publicly reprimanded over the last 20 years, outgoing Chief of Staff Gen. Norton Schwartz said he doesn't think the service has a problem getting along with civilian leadership. In none of those events was there any suggestion of "malfeasance" or a "criminal context," said Schwartz on July 24 during his final meeting with Pentagon reporters before his retirement ceremony on Aug. 10. "We work for civilian masters in this country, and that's the way it works," observed Schwartz. "All I can do is tell you is that in my own experience, there are lots of reasons for leaving a position . . . and not all of them are what they appear to be," he added. As for the current "trust" issue with Congress, Schwartz said, "we all know what the remedy is" for that. While he declined to name the cure, he said, "let's just say . . . making force structure reductions is not for the faint of heart." (Schwartz transcript)—John A. Tirpak
