How Much For Wife & Cold Fronts
Projection is the greatest way to figure someone out. Someone who lies all the time thinks everyone else is lying. A thief always thinks someone is going to steal something from him or her. Someone who cheats always thinks he is being cheated. Well folks, I am surrounded by BRILLIANT people!!…hehehe
This is the kind of stuff that floats through my head: I am using the Yashica Range Finder that I bought my son. He had no interest in it. Now this camera is aperture priority. It does NOT have a TTL light meter. It is off onto the side. So, if I put a yellow filter on it, say an x2, it won’t know it is there, and my shots will be under exposed. If I try to adjust the aperture, it again will try to adjust the shutter speed to that size opening, and will still be under exposed. Then it hit me! Tell the camera a fib. If the filter is an x2, which from what I understand is one f/stop down, I need to adjust it by changing my film speed on the camera. For instance, if I am shooting 200-speed film, change it to 100. The camera will think the shutter has to stay open longer for that speed film, and my shot will be exposed correctly. Yup, I need a life…hehehe.
It is 5:15 in the morning. Been up for an hour and a half already. Chatted with me mother the whole time. Thank God for PC’s. Chatted out little hearts out. Man I wish my kids had a working PC. This so sucks.
I have contacted my brother about getting me two baseball caps. He works for Greg Biffle in N.C.. Make a wonderful Christmas gift for his big, handsome brother. Time will tell.
The beard is coming along. White, white, white.
I carry a few pictures of my kids in my wallet like every good Dad should. Every now and then the Saudis want to see them. They see pics of Josh and say, “Big man.” I agree. Then when they see pictures of Carolyn, they always ask the same things in the same order:
1. How old?
2. Married?
3. Boyfriend?
4. She come to Saudi Arabia?
5. How much to marry wife in America? My answer to that one is always, “Way more than you fuckin’ got, Charlie.”
I hear they got quite a bit of snow back home in Maine. Wish I could see some of it.
I have yet to get a piece of mail from the states. I know there are some things on the way, but nothing has gotten here yet. Can’t wait for my first piece of paper mail. Something about knowing that someone took the time to hand write something out is pretty cool.
Went to pull and engine out of an F-15 and met a guy who goes on a different adventure here every weekend. Can’t stay still. He was telling me about all the different things you can see and do. I asked about where to get maps and he filled me in. Well, yesterday he showed up at the shop and handed me a brand new map he picked up for me. I thought that was most cool. The first place I want to go to is the ‘Hanging Village’. It is supposed to be a village carved out of the side of a mountain. Kind of like the Pueblo Indians I believe. It is supposed to be about 50 kilometers from here. Going to rent a car to go. Supposed to be about 80SR ($20.80) a day. I can live with that. Gas is less than 25 cents a gallon, so that won’t hurt too much. Going to go during the day for sunlight shots, and then wait for the sun go down for star shots.
A story: Years ago I was working at a petroleum blending plant is Shreveport, Louisiana. I was a welder’s helper. Sometimes we would have to stand by welder to make sure no fires started. On this particular day I was working with a man named Charlie Retinger. He was an old offshore hand from way back. Anyway, we were working outside that day. I noticed a long bank of dark clouds coming. Charlie was welding at the time.
“It looks like it is going to rain,” I said.
Charlie flipped up his welding hood and gazed at the sky. He then reached over, slapped his hand onto my shoulder and pointed at the clouds with the other.
“Son, that’s what you call a cold front. When you work offshore, you will see that coming all the way across the horizon. That’s a cold front.” He then dropped his hood back down and went back to welding.
Ok, but I still wondered.
“Huh. I wonder if it will rain.”
Suddenly Charlie jumped up, threw his hood up and yelled at me.
“Look, you ignorant little motherfucker! I told you that’s a cold front!”
I lost it. I must have laughed for an hour. After a while, he started to chuckle.
Well, time passes and I did a bit of musical jobs. A couple years later I was working on drilling rig in South Texas. We were drilling for natural gas. That is one job where you really work. Anyway, I was standing on the deck with a guy named Brent.
“It looks like rain,” he said.
I looked up, and sure enough, it was a cold front. I had learned. Well, I could not pass up the moment. I walked over, put my hand on his shoulder and pointed at the horizon.
“Son,” I said, “that’s what you call a cold front. You work offshore and you will see that coming all the way across the horizon. That’s a cold front.” I dropped my hand and turned my back to him. I was thinking that this would never work out right. He wouldn’t say it. I was wrong.
“Yeah, but I wonder if it is going to rain.”
I whipped around and yelled with all the simulated fury I could muster.
“Look, you ignorant little motherfucker! I told you that’s a cold front!” He looked at me as if I had two heads. I guess his sense of humor was different than mine. I went down to the changing trailer, threw on my thermals and grabbed my coat. He thought I was crazy getting all layered up like that. In less than two hours, the temp dropped about twenty degrees. He was freezing and I was warm.
I wonder what ever happened to Charlie. From what I know now about some medical issues, I am sure he is gone. Two beers and he was wasted. His liver had to have been heading way south by the time I met him. That was over 15 years ago.
Cheers
This is the kind of stuff that floats through my head: I am using the Yashica Range Finder that I bought my son. He had no interest in it. Now this camera is aperture priority. It does NOT have a TTL light meter. It is off onto the side. So, if I put a yellow filter on it, say an x2, it won’t know it is there, and my shots will be under exposed. If I try to adjust the aperture, it again will try to adjust the shutter speed to that size opening, and will still be under exposed. Then it hit me! Tell the camera a fib. If the filter is an x2, which from what I understand is one f/stop down, I need to adjust it by changing my film speed on the camera. For instance, if I am shooting 200-speed film, change it to 100. The camera will think the shutter has to stay open longer for that speed film, and my shot will be exposed correctly. Yup, I need a life…hehehe.
It is 5:15 in the morning. Been up for an hour and a half already. Chatted with me mother the whole time. Thank God for PC’s. Chatted out little hearts out. Man I wish my kids had a working PC. This so sucks.
I have contacted my brother about getting me two baseball caps. He works for Greg Biffle in N.C.. Make a wonderful Christmas gift for his big, handsome brother. Time will tell.
The beard is coming along. White, white, white.
I carry a few pictures of my kids in my wallet like every good Dad should. Every now and then the Saudis want to see them. They see pics of Josh and say, “Big man.” I agree. Then when they see pictures of Carolyn, they always ask the same things in the same order:
1. How old?
2. Married?
3. Boyfriend?
4. She come to Saudi Arabia?
5. How much to marry wife in America? My answer to that one is always, “Way more than you fuckin’ got, Charlie.”
I hear they got quite a bit of snow back home in Maine. Wish I could see some of it.
I have yet to get a piece of mail from the states. I know there are some things on the way, but nothing has gotten here yet. Can’t wait for my first piece of paper mail. Something about knowing that someone took the time to hand write something out is pretty cool.
Went to pull and engine out of an F-15 and met a guy who goes on a different adventure here every weekend. Can’t stay still. He was telling me about all the different things you can see and do. I asked about where to get maps and he filled me in. Well, yesterday he showed up at the shop and handed me a brand new map he picked up for me. I thought that was most cool. The first place I want to go to is the ‘Hanging Village’. It is supposed to be a village carved out of the side of a mountain. Kind of like the Pueblo Indians I believe. It is supposed to be about 50 kilometers from here. Going to rent a car to go. Supposed to be about 80SR ($20.80) a day. I can live with that. Gas is less than 25 cents a gallon, so that won’t hurt too much. Going to go during the day for sunlight shots, and then wait for the sun go down for star shots.
A story: Years ago I was working at a petroleum blending plant is Shreveport, Louisiana. I was a welder’s helper. Sometimes we would have to stand by welder to make sure no fires started. On this particular day I was working with a man named Charlie Retinger. He was an old offshore hand from way back. Anyway, we were working outside that day. I noticed a long bank of dark clouds coming. Charlie was welding at the time.
“It looks like it is going to rain,” I said.
Charlie flipped up his welding hood and gazed at the sky. He then reached over, slapped his hand onto my shoulder and pointed at the clouds with the other.
“Son, that’s what you call a cold front. When you work offshore, you will see that coming all the way across the horizon. That’s a cold front.” He then dropped his hood back down and went back to welding.
Ok, but I still wondered.
“Huh. I wonder if it will rain.”
Suddenly Charlie jumped up, threw his hood up and yelled at me.
“Look, you ignorant little motherfucker! I told you that’s a cold front!”
I lost it. I must have laughed for an hour. After a while, he started to chuckle.
Well, time passes and I did a bit of musical jobs. A couple years later I was working on drilling rig in South Texas. We were drilling for natural gas. That is one job where you really work. Anyway, I was standing on the deck with a guy named Brent.
“It looks like rain,” he said.
I looked up, and sure enough, it was a cold front. I had learned. Well, I could not pass up the moment. I walked over, put my hand on his shoulder and pointed at the horizon.
“Son,” I said, “that’s what you call a cold front. You work offshore and you will see that coming all the way across the horizon. That’s a cold front.” I dropped my hand and turned my back to him. I was thinking that this would never work out right. He wouldn’t say it. I was wrong.
“Yeah, but I wonder if it is going to rain.”
I whipped around and yelled with all the simulated fury I could muster.
“Look, you ignorant little motherfucker! I told you that’s a cold front!” He looked at me as if I had two heads. I guess his sense of humor was different than mine. I went down to the changing trailer, threw on my thermals and grabbed my coat. He thought I was crazy getting all layered up like that. In less than two hours, the temp dropped about twenty degrees. He was freezing and I was warm.
I wonder what ever happened to Charlie. From what I know now about some medical issues, I am sure he is gone. Two beers and he was wasted. His liver had to have been heading way south by the time I met him. That was over 15 years ago.
Cheers