Chevy Volt and the Summer of Electric Love

 

  So in May we replaced Becky's 65k miles Saturn Aura XR (with Moroccan leather) with a new Chevy Volt with all the options.  GM was offering a crazy good incentive deal since the 2016 Volt is hitting showrooms pretty soon, and the newer car isn't all that much better, really: a different restyling in the center console and about 5 miles more electric range supposedly.

2008 Saturn Aura XR with "Moroccan Leater"option

  We got ours triple-black and Becky promptly blacked-out the 6 exterior Chevy emblems with vinyl decals and we tinted it full-on. Triple-black comes-off like a Tron car and it looks pretty darn cool.

  I'm really into cars of all types (except German cars, which are soul-less and boring [mostly]) so any kind of electric vehicle is going to be under a lot of personal scrutiny.  I researched the current offerings as our commute is only 32 miles round-trip for electric cars as I strongly suspect a gas-price hike soon, though I recommended an Acura SH, Jaguar, or something elegant and prissy, we were on the fence between a Tesla and a Volt as a lot of Americans are (though some choose the un-cola Nissan Leaf, but more on that later).

Acura SH AWD 2012

  One of the real concerns is "range anxiety" on electric cars.  Once you're empty, you're empty.  That's it.  No hope.  You're stranded, and no one can help you.  You'll need a tow, and that's no fun.
 

Early electric-car owners with range-anxiety.  Electric cars have been around for 100 years, actually!

  So let's talk kilowatts.  Most Americans really have no idea what the technology is about.  Some get downright angry, even!  Change is change.  Some is good.  Here's the scoop from an all-American:  You'll get roughly 2-3 miles per kilowatt in an electric car, depending on a lot of factors. Tesla is doing a fine job creating an infrastructure to fix this "range anxiety" problem in case you can't round-trip back home and plug-in after 150-250 miles.  Tesla uses a 60-85kw battery.   The 2015 Volt has a 17.1kw battery and can go (from firsthand experience) 30-46 miles, the Nissan Leaf has roughly a 24kw battery and can go a maximum of 84 miles (though I suspect less).

  Problem with Tesla is price.  It's a pricey car.  Most will opt for the 60kw battery as they're not Scrooge McDuck with mountains of Jewish-Nazi gold.  The Tesla is RWD in this capacity and bare-bones costs about $65,000 before taxes, fees, and registration (which will add-up to an additional $11,000 here in Colorado, give-or-take).  If you go with the larger battery, your options (and price) will increase.  The 85kw battery will get you the AWD option (desirable in Colorado for year-round driving) but it also changes the price, bare-bones with AWD and 85kw to about $89,000.  FRACK!  Add a radio, leather seats, etc.  Now you're well into the $100k category.  Go for the "Sport" model P85-S and it gets to be closer to $140k out-the-door, loaded-up.  85kw (P85-S) will get you to closer to the 250 mile range total-distance, which is reasonable, AWD will take that back about to 220. 

Tesla Model S (sort of ugly)

  Lots of talk on performance on the Tesla models, and certainly that's very important to me as I still own (and love) my 2012 Corvette Grand Sport.  I terrorized Fountain today in "Rosie", switched to "angry-bitch-mode" with the Diablo-Tune to the music of Judas Priests', Halls of Valhalla.  Roaring-American bliss.   I must confess though, the silent and surprisingly powerful operation of electric cars make me think, "Why am I in the stone age?"  I feel like I'm falling behind technologically in the 'Vette.  Just a tad.



Note "looking to the left", aka: the Past here for propoganda-poster lovers!  I'm so smart to put this!  Self preen!

 The Tesla has been getting a lot of nods-of-approval on performance, but it's not stellar, truly.  Now don't get me wrong, electric cars get 100% torque immediately from zero.  No winding her out or getting "out of the hole" for muscle-car owners.  No-sir!  You get 5200 RPM power from ZERO, right off-the-bat!  It's jarring and amazing.  The Tesla to 30mph will smash you to the seat as good as Rosie ever could (with less fanfare audibly, of course).  By 60mph you're about done.  0-60 times for the Tesla-S (P85-S) is about 3.9 seconds in ideal conditions, full-battery-charge, AWD.  Few can afford $140k though.  A base-Tesla-S is about 6 seconds.  Not too shabby and livable enough, though a bit pallid for $65,000.  This is Honda Accord territory now, at twice the price.  0-100 is where it fails to excite at about 12 seconds or more.  This is 1990 performance.  Handling is just as poor at 0.86 lateral-g's for the P85-S Sport model (acceptable, and a bit lower than my Saturn Astra XR) though I've seen some better tests done with aftermarket-tires around the 0.9 lateral-g's which is V6 Ford Mustang territory.  Top speed is 134 mph (same as my Saturn Astra hatchback).  So, all the hype is a bit over-rated on the Tesla Model S.  It's not bad, it's just not super-fantastic for the money, it's decent if you got it to spend, plus there's some good street-cred in the sedan-category.  If you get the base-model, your results will be less awesome, and I'd warrant about as good as a full-blown Honda Accord EX loaded-up with a bit snappier 0-30mph, though ultimately a Honda would out-run you in a mile-long course since a Tesla would give-up at 134mph (at which point the battery would be 1/3rd drained anyway).  So the Tesla-S Sport has an equivalent of 413hp which is just shy of my Corvette, though weighs twice as much (almost) so it's a bit slow due to the battery-packs on-board.

Tesla Model S "Sport"

  The Chevy Volt is more humble than the Tesla in a lot of ways.  For one, ours cost us $28,500 for every option.  It's 0-60 times in "Sport Mode" (it has modes you can select on-board) is about 7.5 seconds (an improvement from the 2014 model's 8.6 seconds due to allowing more battery at-once through software-updates).  0-100 times.. well.. it tops-out at (supposedly) a perfectly gentlemanly 101mph.  I've been 100mph and it seemed to have more go-juice.  Shrug.  I think it's something like 16 seconds 0-100mph.  Lateral g's are about 0.9 for the 2015 Sport model (reasonable).  A lot of online data comes from the debut 2011 model which had a much smaller and anemic motor and performance stats.  I do not recommend the 2011.  So, though the car is not blisteringly fast, it accelerates at-once as stated before, though not as jarring as the Tesla.  Having owned over a dozen cars in my day, it's as-fast as my 1999 Firehawk, that is to say, it's as-fast as a 1990's LS1 V8 engine in a sports-car, such as a Corvette C5 or SS Camaro.  It has the same handling and acceleration feel up to 60mph.  From 60-100mph it's more like a Honda Civic EX.  It's mediocre but decent, and faster than my Saturn Astra XR or the Aura XR V6 we replaced it with.  Again, it's torque on-demand.  Ultimately, the Tesla wins.  I have no argument there, except it costs $100,000 less.. and the main point coming up..

  With the Nissan Leaf (which is about the same in speed and handling as the Volt) and the Tesla, you get "range anxiety".  The Volt uses electric power up to 30-45 miles or so, then you switch to electric-generator.  Yep, it takes good-old gas.  You have two fuel-guages, one electric-charge and one gas-powered-electric-generator-fuel.  Once you're out of electric-range a tiny electric GM motor switches on (you can't hear it) and seamlessly you just keep going for 300 more miles.  The generator adjusts itself to power an alternator on-board.  You hear none of this, nor do you feel it, it just comes-on.  You don't notice anything different.  If you stay in "Sport Mode" it just makes the generator power the alternator a little harder and your range goes down to about 280 miles (on gas).  What's nice, and here's the kicker, you can pull to any gas-station and "fill 'er up" and you get another 300 miles all-day.  With a Tesla or a Leaf, you have to charge at an electric station for 5 hours with a super-charger-station.  If you only have access to a 110 (normal) outlet, that changes to 90 hours.  90.. hours...

  We've charged the Volt and it takes about 9 or 10 hours at 110V, though if you select "Mountain Mode" while driving, the generator goes on double-duty and charges your battery for you and the alternator while driving (though your gas-range milage is more like 220 miles if you do this, and then you can hear the little engine giving all it can).  Ultimately, it's best just to use the gas when the electric runs-out as it's more efficient that way at 61mpg.  Running "Mountain Mode" charging storage and the ride itself simultaneously gets about only (only) 47 mpg.  We normally cruise at about 80mph.  Aww.  Only 61mpg at 80mph.

  So.. cost.  Well, to charge the Volt from empty to full-electric is $1 per-day.  The Tesla will need a 240V dryer-outlet to charge and will cost about $6 per-day.  The Leaf about $2 per-day.  If you only have a 110V outlet you're sort-of screwed with the Tesla.  Call your electrician and pay for an install (oh, and you have to buy their 240V charger for $1000 as well, it's not included).

The Cadillac ELR is the Cimarron of the Chevy Volt at twice the price for the same car!

Oddly phallic.

  So.. time.  Well, Volt charges in 10 hours standard (5 if you buy the universal 240V charger).  Leaf charges in 18 hours (10 in 240V charger mode if you have the charger), and the Tesla is ridiculous and pretty-much an over-nighter.  In all instances, the 240V charger is not included, nor the installation into your garage for a 240V outlet.  This should run anywhere from $1000 to $1500 to buy time.  A nice feature in the US infrastructure is that there are actually FREE chargers all over the place at 240V (and usually in good parking spots).  They're nearly invisible (you never notice them) but owning an electric you sure find out fast!  Doing some research it's a $500 fine to park a non-electric vehicle or not being plugged-into one of these while parked, and you're required by the DOT to have a special EV sticker just to park there.  Still, it's a free 240V charge and if you're there for an hour, you get about a free 10 miles range boost.  For a Tesla or Leaf, that's vital; for a Volt, it's a nicety.  Some places (very few) charge $1.  I suspect in-time, all places will charge desperate Tesla owners.  There's a Tesla Stage 3 (480V) charge station in Denver making the charge-time 2 hours, which is acceptable, but it's hard to find these "supercharger" locations.  The Volt cannot handle a supercharge rate (yet).  All chargers are universal fits.  The Leaf, Volt, and Tesla all take the same charger shape.  All of them work.  Walgreens, oddly, seems to have the majority of them.

 Factors affect driving range on all these cars.  Cold weather below 50 degrees cuts the range a third.  Below 40 and range is cut in-half.  Below zero and you're down to a quarter.  A Tesla would only have 60 miles range before it needed to charge for 90 hours in my house in the winter.  Not realistic.  A Leaf would have 20 miles.  The Volt gets 12 miles if below-zero but it can just run off of the gas-generator so you're back to 260 miles (just gas) in the winter.  Colorado gets cold.  Just makes sense.

  So, the Volt has a nice Bose (sigh) 7-speaker system with 2 subs, leather heated seats, an advanced info-tainment system that tells you current movie times in your area, weather reports, ski-reports, what the engine(s) are up-to currently, etc.  It uses "Gracenote" so your Bluetooth media is filled-in if missing on-screen, it's own WIFI and OnStar satellite-phone system (no dead spots, ever, except once in a deep canyon for a minute, understandably).  On my test drive, I took the steering wheel at 40mph and have it a 90-degree turn with no brakes and it complied.  I accelerated in Sport-Mode at full-throttle and was mashed.  Sold.

  For the price, and for practicality of plugging-in (or not if I choose not to) at home in a normal plug is great.  Handles almost as-good as a Tesla at 1/5th the price.  Is common and I can take it to any GM dealership for it's free 5 year service. Free XM and OnStar for 5 years as well as Pandora.  It's GM's baby.  It's got a Honda CRX rear window thing that's nice.  Rear camera has sensors to let you know proximity of people front and back.  Take one out.  Doesn't suck.

  Battery-pack life is expected to be 10 years.  Replacement is $1400.

  Ah, the good thing.  If you buy new then you get a Federal rebate of $7500 when you do your taxes.  Colorado offers a $6800 tax-rebate.  Ca'ching!  Gotta buy new though.  If you buy a 240V charger, there's a rebate too (I think..)

Sorry this time, Sammy!

  So we've had the car for 2 months.  We've had new cars before and it's best to let the "honeymoon" end before a good review.  The car is eerilly silent.  We whisper to each other quietly to ourselves when talking on road-trips.  When the electricity is gone, Mountain-Mode (double-duty charging) gets about 47mpg.  Normal-Mode gets about 61mpg.  Sport-Mode gets either-or, depending on your foot.  Putting the car in "Low" gear (it's only got 1 gear though) just has the regenerative engine brakes a bit more aggressive (which I love.. because from Alamosa to Pueblo with no electric charge left, we were able to go 80mph and charge downhill the whole way enough to break-even and use no gas OR electricity!)  

 

Pure, 100% gay Toyota Prius

The Prius really sucks, btw, in every way.  It's faggy and slow and unimpressive.  I have NO designs that I'm "saving the environment".  I'm an engineer.  I know what goes into making Lithium batteries.  The environment (even despite China) will work itself out (though a lot of non-scientists and non-engineers are fussing about Global Warming, it's part of the Milankovitch Cycle the Earth goes through every 800 years as the orbit wobbles about the sun, and currently we're in a close-phase historically.  Just go look at the mini-ice-ages timeframe and consider the Industrial Revolution carbon foot-print-stomp and you'll get it, and yes I've taken Meteorology, Oceanography, and other college classes in great study of Global Warming and without stratospheric interference, mankind cannot affect the atmosphere's mass, nor is all the ice in the world enough to raise the oceans by more than an inch, and the Earth is tilted so one side must have ice as it's minus 70 in Antarctica right now.. so.. ice.., etc.  Except for nukes, volcano-explosions, and rocket-launches, those do some interesting things..)  So yeah, I'm just looking-out for my costs.  The car is relatively cheap (these days), it's a dollar-a-day to drive (one gallon of gas at 30mpg is still $3.00)  I get 273 pounds of torque in the Volt (same as a 1999 TransAm V8) and the same lateral-g handling as a TransAm from the late '90s and all for a dollar.  Insurance is the same as a Honda Civic, so cheap.  CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP CHEAP!  I like the car.  It's very good and sporty and cheap to operate.  It's GM's baby and reliablity is one of the best of all time.

COCK!

Out..

High School Reunion

 

   I know quite a few folks that are pretty pumped-up about going to their high-school reunion.  For those non-Americans it's pretty much a small gathering of a graduating class of 12th grade which is the last federally required grade to complete as education (unless a trade-school is attended).  Often, students go on to learn a trade or college from that point on.  The end of grade 12 is punctuated with a "prom" (oddly short for "promenade") dance and a graduation ceremony a few weeks afterwards.  The film Grease (1978) focuses a good part on the 12th grade of a standard American high-school in the 1950s.  When I graduated in 1987 it was somewhat similar, and honestly the basic themes are still in-tact on a rudimentary level.  I was more the bad-guy from the gang The Scorpions though, played by under-rated Dennis Stewart.  I think it's time for that movie to be made from their point-of-view.
 

Arch-enemy to John Travolta, "Craterface" from Grease (1978)

  

     The High School Reunion is a gathering of that graduating class, usually performed at 5-year intervals (for some reason).  My graduating class was over 670 students.  I believe the attendees of my 20th reunion was about 30 or so, judging by some photos.  I've never gone, though I did go to my prom, and it was storybook perfect, and my graduation, complete with square-cap toss, freeze-frame at the end.. paused panned-shot and music from Tears for Fears, "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" with scrolling credits, straight out of the epic cult-film of the time, Real Genius (1985).


                                                         
    

I feel bad for girls in the '80s.  Time to do hair: 784 hours and 2 cans of Aquanet.

   I can see the lure in some ways.  The same students went to each of the same classes for 4 years running, give-or-take.  Some cliques were formed, of course.  When you think about it, however, 4 years really isn't that much of a time, and honestly there were so many classes one could take, literally over 100 possibilities per-year, that conjunction of fellow students of your same graduating year were fairly rare.  If you consider class time-off that existed as holiday-time, such as spring and summer break, winter break, snow days (for us in the Northern climates), national holidays, I worked out that the average number of 8-hour days at school was about 170 days or so. 



When rappers sang, "Be cool, stay in school!" and weren't about killing cops.

    Do the math and you get 1.8 years total time you actually see these people at school.  I've worked part-time jobs longer than that.  Not even 2 years!  I look back at my USAF time, or even the job I'm at now with a rather gigantic monolith of a space-systems mega-corporation and I've been at my current job since 2009, and the USAF as a whole since 1993!  Looking at 1.8 years it seems rather pathetic an amount of time.
 


 

Tango and Cash (1989)

     Now in the "Reunion" defense, sure, those days are rather jarring.  There's a lot of "growing up" in various ways, social interaction, etc.  I bet some of you readers can remember specifics here and there, I'm sure, but in the end, that time was fairly inconsequential.  There are elements that stick with us, that defined us a bit during that time, and I'd hazard more so than the number of years at your current job.  Still, looking at it pragmatically, it makes no sense to even value a reunion.  I mean, who were these kids?  Heck, they themselves were still trying to figure themselves out.

Aww.. ching CHOW!

    
  One fun thing is the curiosity of how they actually developed.  Often, most people are not at all the same as they were when they were seventeen, or at least I hope not, lest we all have Asperger's in some derelict Mirror Universe world (though I might know a fellow or two that act that way a bit).
 

     We see the cliche examples of people living their heyday from high school, peaking there.  It's classic.  Hollywood gives us Al Bundy from Married..With Children of course, Rob Lowe cleverly acts it in a current commercial.  When I was younger and saw that, I could understand it a bit.  I saw some folks who actually did peak there, such as the quarterback guy, or some other jock or bookworm.  I could get it in the sense that, "Yeah, those guys did peak then.  Huh.  Ah well." and move-on.  At age 45 now, there are those who are still there though, and it's horrifying to me like in Stephen King's Needful Things the guy with the letterman jacket.  I'm sure there are some who actually still have theirs, holding on desperately to it for some sentimental value.  They haven't moved-on.  They can't.

80's Robot from The Muppets offering a crisp, cool Tab cola.

    Ultimately, I bet a lot of guys who go are trying to one-up everyone else though.  Sure, they'll find the "peaked in high school" fellows wearing their letterman jackets but not in an ironic way but as a badge of honor somehow.  Instead, guys will braggart houses, cars, jobs, wives, wealth, fame, etc.  Perhaps public-office holdings, meager as it stands, or perhaps something like a sports-hero.  Me, I don't really need that.  In the end, I would only disappoint those trying to play this trump-card one-uppance.  I could lie, and say I don't work for a major space conglomerate, or that I help keep World War 3 at-bay, or on and on and on.  I've had a very rich life and I'm proud of it, better than most, worse than some in a few aspects perhaps, maybe (doubtful). 

Lord Mastermind's world domination eminent, using.. THE COMPUTER!

    Hungry wolves desperate for respect in an easy field of sheep, really.  I don't need to earn strangers' respect.  I happily stand with dignity, though not smugly.  I stand humbly and content.  I don't brag about my military time.  I could, and that fruit is tempting.  I've mentioned it to a scant few, but a lot of my endeavors were a bit classified, but good things were done and I got to be an angel on occasion (as well as Becky, and the East Coast down to Florida can thank her for that Soviet ruse in 2006 and I need not say more about that). 

 


You like what ya see, baby?

   I find those who go on and on about their military past often were administration or did other bland paperwork or were support in some way, though not all the time.  Some have humility on the matter regardless.  I met a guy who I met who was going on and on about how he used to be in Space Command, just like me, and I had asked what squadron he was in as a frame of reference.  He eventually admitted he was in an odd one I had never heard of.  Turns out he paved roads for a space base by tapping-down asphalt like a construction worker for the DOT. 

Standard '80s high-school fashion.  When in Rome!

  Now there's absolutely nothing wrong with that, but why put on airs trying to say he's a space-command'er when he never wore the space-jammies (flight suit)?  He was a civil engineer and should be proud about that instead of dressing it up to everyone.

Uncle Rico as King Vidiot in Joysticks



Alyssa Milano in Teen Steam (1988)

  Whatever we do in life, be it a cook, an astronaut, or a gaylord, just be the best that you can be at it.  Be proud of your efforts, and the only respect you have to earn is that inside yourself!  Man, this is coming-off like a Public Service Announcement.. and that's one to grow on!


Out.







Oh, a little eye-candy then... '80s style...

Her daddy ain't home.

 

And for the ladies, The HOFF!

When in Rome!

Postcards from the Past

 

"Having a great time here, being the king.  Jenny got a rash on the beach.  Tim got stung by a bee.  Wish you were here!"

 

  A few readers are wondering, "Hey, why hasn't Mike made a blog in a freakin' month?"  Some suspect I was on vacation, or that William Blake's Urizen had taken me to the Elysium Fields.  Fear not, I'm not dead, though I have no excuses except the Muse, "Calliope" has not visited me recently.  I must have insulted her in some way.  Perhaps I should make an alter and offer her chocolates?  Muses love chocolates.

 

Serendipity is actually not a Muse"d".  Sorry, Selma.  You are pretty hot though.

 

  I recently went with a colleague to see Billy Idol in Denver a few weeks ago.  Quite a satisfactory performance, especially considering his age and the altitude. 

 

The couple, no idea who they were, but they didn't have tickets to the sold-out concert, later mugged by a gay poodle.

 

 

  Ate across the way at 5280 Burger Bar on 16th Street (known in Denver as an outdoor city-mall area where cars are not permitted).  Burger looked okay but again, like many things in Colorado, bland.  I find the blandness disappointing here.  One could argue the lack of air causes less taste for those scientistific readers here, but I can surely detect an amount of such rare spices as "salt" pretty easily, or especially it's lack. 

 

 

 

  I gave them a mediocre review on Yelp which devolved into a "tip" because I was fairly speechless on it's boringness.  Meat quality was fair to above-average though.  Flavor was void.  Literally, you could taste the element of "void" in it.  Some would say the fifth-element is "love" so I'll say it's the 6th.  I could go on and on about void is love etc. but that's too philosophical and silly, so I'll not go there except to say that love is not tangible so therefore a void, and yet it's the most tangible thing.  Discuss amongst yourselves, I'm feeling verklempt.

 

5280 Burger Bar is pretty fail.

 

  Back to Billy Idol... the only low-light was the drum solo.  I'm a bit spoiled with Rush's drummer Neil Peart playing a very entertaining drum solo that might last 20 weeks to Erik Eldenius' effort.  He's only been with the band for 2 years to Neil's 40 years so...  In a surprise-move, Billy Idol's guitarist Steve Stevens played a flamenco guitar solo.  Not expecting that.  Brilliant work throughout and the concert fully enjoyable. 

 

 

 My colleague and his wife waited in the parking garage for an hour or so and got to have both Billy and Steve sign their shirts, which is impressive.  Upon his wife's commenting that she was wearing a shirt from his '80s concert, he remarked in full Idol accent, "A classic!"  Nice.

 

                                                                                  

 

 

  Lately, I've been going back to Denver quite a bit on business, in-particular, a place I used to work when I was in the USAF.  That place is what made me retire from active duty a little early.  There's a lot of memories there, mostly bad ones.  I had tyrannical leaders that did things like take away chairs to which we had to type and stand for 12 hours at-a-time, take away meals, talking, etc.  When you're 38 years old you're pretty much done with being treated like a dog.  It wasn't just me, it was all of us, and it wasn't my fault. Corporal punishment from another section. We were working 29 out of 30 days at-a-time for months on-end out of mere spite and lack of planning.  Those good at their job were "rewarded" with more shift work, those bad at it got the day off more often than not. 

 

 

                                                                                                   

 

  It sounds unreal but it happened and I have witnesses of the inhuman atrocities that occurred.  I can only hope that karma gets back at them.  If it had been a necessity, a war-fighting situation, I could understand it.  Instead it was just per-whim, and I call that a foul.  During this period I had a hard time getting my run-standard up to-par as the USAF required a certain time-limit to complete it, but going for a run after no food and standing all day in silence, typing hunched made for a difficult go.  Our squadron leader at the time wouldn't allow us to practice during work, a mandate from higher headquarters.  I'm not saying we were set-up for failure but... a lot of us weren't doing so great, and then we were threatened discharge if we did not succeed.  I was able to meet the standard and exceed it out of sheer gusto. 

 

 

 

  I remember thinking during my very last run, "Well, if I die of a heart-attack, it'll be their fault."  We were required to have a 32-inch waist at the time as well, and perform 60 push-ups and sit-ups, each of those within 1 minute for a male age 38.  I did all of that.  Out of spite, I did 68 of both.  The evaluator looked horrified, "Mike.. um.. Mike you only have to do.."  I growled at him and kept going, then when I was done it all, I resigned from the USAF.  I played their game, beat it, and left on my own terms.  I am not a number!  I am a free man!  My life is my own!  A lot of guys stay in for various reasons, family, a pension, etc.  I took all of that and gave it back.  Too many guys staying in the last bit are effectless, just laying low until the 20 is up, not doing the work needed at their rank, just skating-by.  I would not.  Did I surrender?  Not really.  I got employed fairly quickly as a contractor for a reputable company under the DoD doing about the same work at higher pay, so I get to still harass the Russians, and really, that's all that matters.  You may have noticed Putin hasn't quite taken Ukraine yet.  Heh.  I'd like to think I'm a part of that failure.  Just a cog, sure, but a part of it.

 

 

 

When I got back to the same location I used to work for some software concerns, it was like walking back to a nuclear crater.  I had gone back 5 years ago but the real issue was in 2007 when I was dealing with things.  It's been 8 years.  After 3 years, there was still some memory of it, some lingering evil of my own demise.  This time it was different.  Though the images flashed back some memories, like sunken ghost-ship, the evil that existed there, even the afterimage ghosts were long-gone.  The spirits had moved-on, maybe in myself, maybe there. 

 

 

 

  If you've ever been to a place of a great atrocity, such as Hiroshima & Nagasaki, or the Sand Creek Massacre of Colorado, or a place where a loved-one had died, if it's within a few months or even a few years, the violence there, the pain still lingers.  Ghosts haunt the place.  I'd like to think I'm sensitive to those ethereal elements a bit, those intangible "Postcards from the Past".  When I walked that land again this time, however, there was nothing.  Time had erased it like surf over a beach.  It was peaceful and changed and different.  Billy's new song, nothing is more apt...

 

 

                                                                                 

 

 

  Like a ghost-ship sunk, coral had taken-over.  Tropical marine fish had made it their home, and in the end, it was just a thing, a place submerged.  Plankton and sea-greens had encased it in a living-organism tomb, all the evil had fled and been banished elsewhere.  Sand Creek is now just a meadow with a plaque.  There's no haunting there, not any longer.  Even the most sensitive of paranormal who can detect violent ends cannot scry any strings from the skein that is events of time.  No heartstrings left.  The beach of Time has altered it, changed it, cleansed it.  Even these things move on.  A stranger could advance upon it and there would only be a quiet still, a hush, a nod from Nature, a sad smile and a tear that the visitor would not understand but wonder.

 

 

 

I strode the area silent to myself, searching my own memory banks for completion, but it was not even there now.  Gone.  Like as in the end of Blade Runner, lost like tears in the rain.

 

 

                                                                                          

 

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  Oh, a lot of you just like to see the "pictures", because I have a fan-base that just likes that I guess.  Time and time again I get, "Where do you get those pictures?!"  Sigh.  Okay.  Like a band who has to play their one radio hit from 45 years ago forever like some Sisyphus, here you go kiddies... as a master-bard I bow to your requests... 

 

First some eye-candy...

 

Sasha Grey embodies my feeling of "Postcards from the Past"

 

and for the ladies of course...

 

Dude looks like he works-out.

 Now for the rest..