tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357183202011-10-10T03:02:01.314ZAmbidextrus mechanical manipulations of the physical properties of existenceRedge Demekanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731695597122401883noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35718320.post-1173157369966968522007-03-06T04:55:00.000Z2007-03-06T05:02:49.973ZApril 21 st , before bed<br /><br />On a better note, a confusing thing<br />became an<br />ironed out<br />sliced and dyed<br />sample<br /><br />The words became actions<br /> as it rained grass clippings across the sky<br /><br />I did not sneeze<br /><br />My dream is over as I wake to see it<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35718320-117315736996696852?l=tunafishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Redge Demekanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731695597122401883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35718320.post-1160710905711582932006-10-13T03:30:00.000Z2006-10-13T03:41:45.720ZLate last night while drinking a coffee, I saw a woman driving an old Ford Crown Victoria. Tied to the roof were two (2) orange matresses. Looking at me, she pitched her filtered cigarette out the window crack of her moving car. She was sporting a mullett.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35718320-116071090571158293?l=tunafishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Redge Demekanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731695597122401883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35718320.post-1160522073584996832006-10-10T23:02:00.000Z2006-10-11T02:36:29.120Z<strong>Engine problems</strong><br /><br />Fuel pump letting go in flight. Third occurrence in 4 years time.<br /><br />Probable cause: Hydraulic lock at high engine speed, causing drive shaft to shear. Poor driveshaft design requiring re-design of the pump.<br />Possible cure: Cleaning of fuel nozzles and fuel flow analysis of the Right Engine.<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Tire Wear</strong><br /><br />Airplane coming back from a weekend of flying with most of its plies showing through the tread.<br />Maybe four landings before a blow-out.<br /><br />Cause: Flat spot taking repetitive landings, heavy braking.<br />Cure: Ground aircraft when the first tire ply starts to show signs of it's first appearance, or replace the tire when a flat spot gets bad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35718320-116052207358499683?l=tunafishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Redge Demekanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731695597122401883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35718320.post-1160442115319921972006-10-09T22:24:00.000Z2006-10-11T02:37:29.970ZThe weather was perfect<br /><br />Clear sky<br />18˚ C<br />Visibility: 24 km<br />Wind: W 15 km/h<br /><br />Polo went well with the good bike. I took more spills and dabbed more often, notwithstanding the added speed and mechanical efficiently gained by dependable components. The fenders were removed for less friction. There was a longing however, for The Death Bike or my Rollfast Cruiser. I got to play a least 10 matches. Six of us were out and I was able to hand out a few pops. PSHhht.<br />A rookie came out today. Way to go new guy, spectacular!<br /><br />This holiday is my favorite one because nobody expects very much of you. If you do happen to deliver, everyone is "thankful", therefore buffeting the meaning behind the day.<br /><br />Out on the court, it felt good to be amongst people in the same frame of mind. It was a good day to be alive and on a bike. I'm sure that what anybody can ever hope for.<br /><br /><br />Keep your nostrils full of air. (Keep your nose clean)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35718320-116044211531992197?l=tunafishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Redge Demekanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731695597122401883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35718320.post-1160361249310116412006-10-09T01:35:00.000Z2006-10-09T02:34:09.320Z<span style="font-family:courier new;">To Frank, a friend to all...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">We spent most of the day outdoors enjoying the Gatineau Hills. A family hike through the populated woods. Le domaine Mackenzie was where I found out that Frank Plummer had passed away. Mag ran into a co-worker who proceeded to tell me about the tragedy. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Evidently, I missed the funeral; so I spent the day thinking about him in my own way. I started to remember things I had not thought about for a long time. Frank and I had worked together as couriers for a brief stint in '01. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Recently fired from my last job and with a home-made mail bag over my shoulder, I was a real greenhorn. The training wheels had not been off my bike for too long. After a few days of work I was starting to meet my fellow bike messengers. Frank was one of the first, and most memorable people I had the pleasure of meeting through the profession. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">He was a man who was sure of himself and did things his way, which worked quite well apparently. My last day of work for that company was during the G12 Summit. I refused to wear the company uniform and went on to my last drop for the day. Frank did not like the uniforms either and he understood my leaving the company. We would often cross paths on Bank street or at the Canadian Tire on Kent street (before it closed, much to our chagrin). </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I was inspired by the man. Frank was an example of a truly joyful and versatile individual. He took pride in his work and valued his friendships. I will always remember his somewhat scathing sense of humor and his ability to keep me laughing for so long that I would bust up and require stiches. I will surely miss him. My thoughts are with his family. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Love and respect to you all.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35718320-116036124931011641?l=tunafishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Redge Demekanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731695597122401883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35718320.post-1160357320450945532006-10-09T01:23:00.000Z2006-10-09T01:29:24.253ZA word to the wise:<br /><br />Tunachickens<br /><br />Tuna is the chicken of the sea<br />Iguana is the chicken of the tree<br />Chicken is the chicken of the three<br /><br />Bat is the chicken of the dark<br /><br />Jim is the chicken of the park<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35718320-116035732045094553?l=tunafishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Redge Demekanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09731695597122401883noreply@blogger.com0