Mental pushing?
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*grin* In the earlier days of my dx, I realized I was having trouble with the radio-control planes, so I experimented with control-line ones. At the point I’m at now, getting the oomph to get out there and do it is stopping me…but I figured that if it was physically attached to me by the control lines, I’d at least stand a better chance of knowing where it was. I poked around a bit, and ended up building a RingMaster with a Fox .35 engine. The plane was designed in 1950, and the engine around late 1940’s? or very early 50’s…in any event, this was a major technical leap for me. Radio-control is an example of the latest/greatest kind of thought process…better/cheaper radios, more powerful engines, etc. You don’t HAVE to get involved in that aspect of the hobby, but it’s pervasive. In any event, I went from flying relatively complicated stuff to this schoolyard-centric hobby with a 50-year-old design. As a puter manager, I also tend to get caught up in (and do my best to avoid) the latest/greatest things going on – this particular change in my hobby was really kinda cool… simpler, less checklists, things to worry about, etc. The next step was when I offed my RC planes entirely and started with RC sailboats. I’m also gettin’ on towards middle-aged (sshhhhh – don’t tell anybody) and I reallytruly enjoy sittin’ on the edge of a dock with my tootsies dangling in the water, watching my boat bob around. It’s still a challenging hobby, but the latest/greatest guys can be held at arm’s length easily…this is MY life – and I ain’t allowing anybody else to beat my drummer 
. My story about flying? *grin* My youngest wanted to learn…so we set everything up and got going. I use something called a launching stooge which allows me to fly without dragging a friend along. It holds the running plane until I’m set – I pull a string on the ground and away we go…. So – I’m holding him with his back to me, my hand on his chest and I give him the handle as we go around and around… he’s flying OK – then he says "Dad…DAD! There’s string wrapping around my feet!" "DADDADDADTAKETHEHANDLE!" I take the handle and he just drops like a stone onto the ground… (You’ve gotta remember – this plane, being so old, has no throttle – you fly until it runs out of gas)…so I’m going around and around while he’s mumbling and untangling…then the damn string from the stooge starts wrapping around MY ankles… Sheesh! When you start up one of these, they’re loud, eh? So of course you attract every malechild in the neighborhood – they were hanging on the outfield fence watching the action… and when I was finally able to land the damn thing I was so wrapped with the string that I fell over, too…to the accompanying chorus of about 6 kids laughing their collective arses off…Sheesh… Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy.
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"Rob Stagis" <sta…@fansteelvrwesson.com> wrote in message
news:90lq2e$et2$1@nnrp1.deja.com… > I poked around a bit, and ended up building a RingMaster with a Fox .35 > engine. The plane was designed in 1950, and the engine around late > 1940’s? or very early 50’s…in any event, this was a major technical > leap for me. Radio-control is an example of the latest/greatest kind > of thought process…better/cheaper radios, more powerful engines, > etc. You don’t HAVE to get involved in that aspect of the hobby, but > it’s pervasive. In any event, I went from flying relatively > complicated stuff to this schoolyard-centric hobby with a 50-year-old > design.
I havent ever had one unfortunately. Too damned costly to afford in Australia. Basically, my wife has said she thinks it is "interesting" and it would end up being a hobby for ME. We are both very much involved in the care of our Chow Chows and treat them like children and I couldnt, for the life of me, look at spending (even when I could afford it) a few thousand bucks on something just for ME in which she would take little interest. So, I wistfully watch the things fly whenever I happen upon someone with one. Do I ever let on? Nope. She would INSIST I get one even now when we cant afford it. ;-} > As a puter manager, I also tend to get caught up in (and do my best to
OOOOO what do you manage? Interesting things these computers. I ended up with one knowng my wife would be forced into it and she wasnt really that interested until we planned our last ever holiday – to Canada – in 96 when, though we couldnt afford it, I decided we had to go "just in case" so as to give her one last good memory. After seeing things, discussing them and wanting to see more in the planning stages, she started to absorb the computer bug and fortunately did as she now works off them for her job and has a headstart on all the others in there. When my old P2 233 started to show signs of age, I mentioned we would likely be computerless soon and so we ended up taking a risk and buying all the parts we needed and me putting this P3 600 together that I use now and ended up saving more than half the store price doing it. What also helped is her 17 inch monitor at work broke for the third time in three months and her boss had HAD it with the loss of work as a result and said to throw the monitor out and spend a few thousand on a 21 inch for her. She asked if we could take it home and he said yes and we got it fixed for about $200. Not a bad price for a good monitor! ;-} As I am unemployable and always tired and cant get disability here, I took up computers and fixing them to get money in. Working, so far. ;-} Not gettign much but we can buy something for dinner now and then as a result. ;-} – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> My story about flying? *grin* My youngest wanted to learn…so we set > everything up and got going. I use something called a launching stooge > which allows me to fly without dragging a friend along. It holds the > running plane until I’m set – I pull a string on the ground and away we > go…. So – I’m holding him with his back to me, my hand on his chest > and I give him the handle as we go around and around… he’s flying OK – > then he says "Dad…DAD! There’s string wrapping around my > feet!" "DADDADDADTAKETHEHANDLE!" I take the handle and he just drops > like a stone onto the ground… (You’ve gotta remember – this plane, > being so old, has no throttle – you fly until it runs out of gas)…so > I’m going around and around while he’s mumbling and untangling…then > the damn string from the stooge starts wrapping around MY ankles… > Sheesh! When you start up one of these, they’re loud, eh? So of > course you attract every malechild in the neighborhood – they were > hanging on the outfield fence watching the action… and when I was > finally able to land the damn thing I was so wrapped with the string > that I fell over, too…to the accompanying chorus of about 6 kids > laughing their collective arses off…Sheesh…
HAHAHA!! I love it! I would have been, too!! Reminds me of when I was taking one of my Chow pups for her first show. She was SO EXCITED looking at everything around her and I was walking her to try and get her to do a pee before going in the ring. I was walking in front of the announcement booth not expecting her to crap and she stopped and crapped. While holding her on the lead and she in the "poo position", the guy with the microphone announces "Will the gentleman with the Chow Chow pup currently pooing in front of me remember to please clean it up before he leaves?" and everyone in the WHOLE PLACE turns and looks at me. How embarrassing! ;-} Oh well, better than the pup before her who, until about 20 weeks old, would ALWAYS do well in the show ring but when exiting, right at the entrance where the others would come in, would stop and pee no matter what. The first time she didnt, one of the other Chow owners yelled out "Hey GREG! Your pup forgot something!" and all the Chow owners laughed. Yeah yeah, very funny! ;-} Something about Chows though – you have to be the right sort of person to be able to put up with the way they KNOW commands but refuse to do them sometimes. Not a dog for EVERYone. A dog for ME, though. ;-} — Earth Federation Founder and Member #1 Are YOU tired of racism and country borders and want a UNITED Earth? Email me! Remove the anti-spammer stuff.
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gregh When first diagnosed I was designing and building small conveyor systems which weighed about 300 pounds (136.08 Kilograms), I worked in a closed warehouse and when the summer sun shone on it it would be so hot that I would sweat even before I started working. I found that I would barely be able to stand after 2 1/2 hours so I would lay down for 10 or 15 minutes and do a creative visualization exercise and rise to work another 13 or 14 hours, through the heat of the day. I would suffer no residual effects in the days following. Any reference books I could recommend are likely long since out of print but it costs nothing to try if there is a library nearby.
