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2008-Mar-10 It is finished. Well, almost. There's not much more
that I can do, anyway, so I'm slowly going to start reclaiming the rest
of my life. Magazine deadlines still loom but they pale in comparison to
the recent effort.
Plans are in process for another paramotor trip to the farthest south
I've ever traveled. That's in May. Then in June I'm off to
Europe—another first—for a paramotor/paragliding trip from England to
France to Germany. Thanks to Paul Bailey and Stefan Obenauer who are
helping host me and hopefully Phil Russman.
2008-Feb-26 Emails are piling up, Footflyer is longing for updates and many pictures
yearn for their spotlight. As the umpteenth snowstorm of winter
blunderland re-paints the burbscape, I work. Having returned from my
real job and some fun para-jobs.
Boy I've been to some incredible places lately. I so much want to get some of
this stuff up but, alas, am struggling. It's not that I'm disengaging; quite
the opposite—I've become totally immersed in another project. I've been
forced into it, really, but am glad it has come to this. I've seen some
of the results and they are good. It will be worth the time.
I'm not allowed to say what it is. Yet. You'll see it here soon enough,
though. It's the second biggest single undertaking of my life (writing
the PPG Bible was first).
Bear with me, in about two months, you'll be glad I ensconced myself so
completely behind this silly computer. Working on my project du jour day
and night, on the crew bus at work, on overnights, while deadheading and
even while sitting in my van when a particularly nettlesome problem
neared solution.
Of course I've taken time for flying. What's the point of a
paramotor-related project if not for the occasional traipse abroad into
PPG wonderlands. Gotta have something to do projects for, huh?
Back to work with me. I've seen the light at tunnels end and it's not a
train. It's not very bright, mind you, but it's better than the black
hole of the project's beginning.
Soon.
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It's the only good thing about winter. Sitting for hours on end working
on projects is a bit easier to swallow when the only thing flying
is falling in little white crystals.
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