The friendly black and white cat that lives around the corner was out this morning. He still has numerous mattes in his fur which must drive him nuts. Maybe that's why he won't let me pass until I liberally scratch his belly. But he surely is friendly. I guess he recognized one who is pussy whipped in the literal sense.
Yesterday I drove out to Historic Flabob Airport for the monthly meeting of EAA Chapter One. The speaker was a young woman who had flown a Cessna 172 around Australia, a dream I let slip by forty years ago. I didn't, she did it. 24 years old and with 125 hours total time flying around the LA basin, she flew with a gaggle of five airplanes. She was a delightful speaker and I really enjoyed it. She showed a 74 minute video she had made of her adventure.
The maximum amount of information that can be contained in a structure is proportional to the area of the outside of the structure rather than to the intuitively determined volume.
Or not.
70 hours in a Cessna 172 is proof that we're all on this flight together..
Dick
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