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A Laoag International Airlines Fokker-27 crashed into Manila Bay on takeoff from Domestic, killing at least 14 passengers, many of whom were internationals.
Who was in charge of maintaining the carrier’s aging fleet? Were the aircraft examined regularly? And why do they call themselves “Laoag International Airlines” when none of their destinations is outside of the Philippines?
More from Philstar: Flying Coffins, and some perspective from Soliven.
By the way, I’ve unofficially nicknamed my iBook V’Ger “iPau.”
That way, in the unlikely event it goes wacky on me, I can say, in my best Persis Khambata impression, “V’Ger is not responding.” Har har!
The iBook is safely home at last. It was a long journey for the little thing; from the shelves of SmallDog, to the shelter of my home, to the back rooms of Apple Towson for warranty repair, to the #8 bus back downtown, and finally back to its rightful home at my desk for some tender sweet luvin’.
In the process of installing the Airport card and RAM, I managed to scratch a not-too-pretty pattern into the RAM shield, and at least one screw fell irretrievably into the machine’s deep dark innards (it’s a lot bigger inside than it looks from the outside). The struggle paid off; the iBook now breathes a bit easier: it has 384MB of RAM, and the Airport card provides blazing supa-fast wireless access in the vicinity of access points at work and in school.
Coming soon: a word on software.
That rain sure is a-comin’ down. Good day for my jumbo umbrella.
It’s amazing what a Sunday can do for the soul. Service at church, lunch with a friend, and a night of worship and prayer with the Koinonia fellowship at MICA; now my soul is refreshed and at peace. Ah, but the challenge is to carry that peace beyond Sunday into the week, despite the temptation to lapse back into anger, blame, self-pity, or worse, apathy.
Move on, Paulo, move on. Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.
I haven’t blogged lately because I’ve been an absolutely miserable emotional wretch all week, and I don’t want my feelings of betrayal and abandonment spilling over into my blog.
Well, that and, um, I’ve been too busy fiddling with my iBook to attend to basic needs like food, sleep, and blogging.
Lunch today with Valerie was a therapeutic joy. That helped a lot.
Best seats on the light rail — when they’re not covered in filth and vomit.
Photo taken with an Aiptek Mini Pencam 1.3MP.
At the South Entrance of Dupont Circle Metro Station in DC, there’s a poster ad for the Hummer, showing one of those yellow consumer humvees in an Arctic setting, with the blurb, “Does Well at the Poles.” Someone recently scrawled the word “MELTING” between “at” and “the.” Heh heh.
Those of you who’ve come here through a Google search for “Celtic Cross” will probably want to go here, which is where I got the image used on Layout 13. Okay?
