Events

In her column today (sub.req.): There's no way to teach someone not to shoot an unarmed woman or child. If somebody doesn't already know why they shouldn't murder a baby, it's not clear that a refresher course will help.

If you're not from Chicago, you should visit in early June or mid-September. It's 22°C (72°F) and crystal clear. Tomorrow I'll be in fog central; today I'm enjoying the best of the Midwest.

After Katrina, all the major news outlets are reporting the start of the Atlantic hurricane season today. None seems to have reported that the East Pacific season began May 15th, which has already seen its first tropical storm. Perhaps Americans really don't care what happens to Mexico? Again, probably because of increased media interest, this morning's "Tropical Weather Outlook" newsletter had a lot more information than usual: TODAY MARKS THE FIRST DAY OF THE ATLANTIC HURRICANE SEASON...WHICH WILL RUN...

The California Court of Appeal, Sixth District, has reversed a lower-court order that blogger Jason O'Grady had to turn over his sources for a story he wrote about Apple Computer: Online writers are protected by the state's shield law for reporters as well as by the 1st Amendment, the state Court of Appeal in San Jose ruled, reversing a lower court decision. Apple subpoenaed the e-mail provider of Jason O'Grady, publisher of O'Grady's PowerPage, an Internet site that posted information in 2004 about an...

It's great to be home. So good, in fact, that I did almost nothing of commercial or professional value for four days straight. I'm back now. I've got a lot to catch up on, not least of which is a two-week pile of stuff in my office. I also have a collection of photos to go through from the last three weeks or so, like this one of the New Hampshire State Capitol: But first, I have to pay bills and send out invoices.

I'll be away from the blog for a couple of days while I return to Chicago. I've enjoyed Nashua, and I'm sure I'll come back to visit. Everyone here was friendly; for example, my unexpected dinner companion, Max: Back Monday. Enjoy the weekend.

These are from my not-small, not-simple camera. (Note: the photos are shown at half-size; you can see more detail if you open them in their own browser windows.) The plane that brung me: Nantucket Memorial Airport, just as it looked in Wings: House on Washington St., with the harbor behind it: Nantucket Town. Yes, it is that charming. I suspect things were different when Ishmael bunked with Queequeg: Another view of Main St.: The Whaling Museum:

I have two cameras. One is very small and very simple, the other is neither. Here are some photos from yesterday that I took with the small, simple camera. Altitude, 7,500 feet (2,300 m): VFR on top, meaning I was flying in visual conditions on top of this cloud layer: Nantucket Island: Also, a bonus shot. As I reported earlier, a tornado touched down about 60 km (40 mi.) east of me on Sunday. As I was getting the Nantucket photos off my camera, I discovered I had a photo of the wall cloud that spawned...

The jury is no longer out: one can now say, without fear of libeling them, that Ken Lay and Jeff Skilling are a couple of theiving fraudsters.

Today, actually. I took lots of photos but I'm too pooped right now to deal with them. So tomorrow morning check back for a cohort—nay! a plethora!—of photos. And possibly a limerick. The flight down went quickly (1.2 hours from Nashua to Nantucket), I had a great landing, and took a leisurely stroll into town. (A side note: With AVGAS approaching $5 per gallon, the $100 hamburger now costs $320.) On the way back I encountered (a) rain at Martha's Vineyard that kept me circling offshore for ten mintues...