It’s important to be precise! Well, sometimes at least, often it’s not. The trick is to know the difference. It’s always funny to watch people who have no sense of proportion and appropriate precision. E.g. when you want to calculate your return on investment on something, and some of your input variables are a wild guess or at least a rough assumption, there is always somebody who then ends up with a dollar figure calculated to the tenth place behind the comma and thinks it’s accurate.
Oh, and talking about writing down sums of money. One of my pet peeves is this: When you write down an even amount here, you put a comma and a dash at the end. E.g. when Americans would write $21.00 we would write $21,- . By the way, I don’t know if this is a European or German thing. Other Europeans, do you also do that?
Anyway, there are some people (some close to me, I won’t name names) who don’t know that that’s supposed to be a comma and think it just means “something to do with money”. So when they write down $21.45 they write $21,45,-! Aaah!! Why? How can you have two commas in one number? Sometimes you even see it on menus of restaurants. For some reason the concept is really hard to explain though to people who do this …
And here he goes, once again proving that there are no stupid questions, just stupid answers. I envy Chuck for the view out of his office though. When I look out of my window now, all I see is a grayish soup.
PS: a quick reminder: Our Special Christmas Deal in our shops (15% off!) ends today! So be quick to get you orders in!
The real Nobu has a lot more stories about this particular subject since he has many more hours of flying helicopter tours than me. I had most of my “pukers” during fixed wing flights (among them my dear brother even) and not quite as many in helicopters. People are always surprised when I tell them that but I think with it fast moving skinny blades, a helicopter “cuts through” a lot of turbulence as compared to a stuck wing with a whole bunch of surface area for the turbulence to act on. Although, it’s been said that once you get sick in a helicopter, it will take you the better part of the day to recover. After many years of flying I have developed almost a 6th sense about spotting a puker before he or she gets in the aircraft. It has saved me from massive clean-up operations many times.
And on a side note: I have had days where I did so much flying and making so many decisions all day that when the clerk asks me at the end of the day if I wanted plastic or paper, I’m often so burned out and tired that I find myself unable to make that one more decision.
Has that ever happened to you?
Tomorrow I will pack my bags and head over to Friedrichshafen, Germany, to visit the AERO expo on Thursday an Friday. I’m really looking forward to it! Thanks to everybody who already got in touch with me! We won’t have a booth there, so I’ll be roaming the halls and there’s no fixed place to meet me. But I now have a (rather disorganized) list of people I want to meet, and I am sure somehow we’ll all manage to meet up at some point.
And if you see a short blondish guy with a Chicken Wings t-shirt, chat him up, it will probably be me! Or you can also send me a text on short text to my cell phone (my number is on our contact page here) and I’ll see if we can work something out. See you there!
What is worse? A strange noise you hear, or a strange noise you hear for a little while that stops as soon as you start getting to the bottom of it? In case of an annoying whining noise as in this strip, we can all agree that it’s probably better if it just stops.
Sun and sunlight. I vaguely remember seeing something like that in the past. Well, to be honest, yesterday it was sunny here. But before that we had a winter that lasted about 5 months, and certainly felt like 7 months. It’s high time for spring! I think I can imagine now what winter in Finland or Alaska must feel like, and I can’t say I envy the folks up there. I’m more of a spring and summer guy, after all (although I do love skiing!).
Being well prepared is much more important when you’re on a plane than when you’re in a car. After all, you can’t just stop for gas, snacks or a bathroom break. Speaking of which, I just realized that Chuck forgot to mention an empty Gatorade bottle among the necessities!
So I guess sequestration finally hit Roost Air as well. Or did it? Having flown in and out of Santa Monica myself I know that they just “love” pilots like Chuck over there …
But on a more serious note, we really think that the proposed tower closures will have a profound impact on aviation safety. A lot of “small towers” on that list aren’t all that small and a few of them are feeder airports underneath or around very busy airspace. So please call/write/fax your representatives in the pilot organizations, your senators, whoever you can find to fight this. It will hurt us all if this goes through. This isn’t just about the job loss on the controller side, this is about safety and human lives. There was a reason why those towers were put in in the first place.
In case you haven’t seen the list yet and how many towers are actually on there, here is one of the links: http://www.scpr.org/news/2013/03/19/36446/smaller-air-traffic-control-towers-anticipate-clos/
I’m a very easy going, and usually friendly person. But when I’m hungry I get grumpy. Sometimes I even notice my grumpiness before I notice that I’m hungry. I know a couple of other people in my family in which this phenomenon is even more pronounced than in myself! If we travel in a group and a certain person’s stomach grumbles, food becomes the number one priority for everyone! Ahem, ahem… They’ll probably crack up when they’ll read this here.
By the time you read this, Mike and I have already been skiing a week, hopefully with lots of snow! Right now, as I’m typing this in advance, the weather forecast doesn’t look too bad, not a lot of sun, but at least enough snow. But we ski in almost any type of weather anyway. It’s an outdoor sport, after all! Except when it’s raining, that’s the only type of weather that makes us pack our stuff and leave the mountain.