Learning to Fly

So today was another flight lesson. 
The event this time was Red Bull Air Race, the university series. We sat and planned all evening the previous day, I even meditated over a hearty meal of Japs, but somehow everything didn't flow one into the other on the day itself.

Woke up early this morning, around 5.30am to a nasty alergic reaction to the dust buildup in the carpet. Forced myself up and into the living room for the next half hour of morning rest. Rising simultaneously and gradually with the sun I was able to shake off the sleepy-ness caked on my face. After hygiene-ments, Two ounces of Facebook, Two pounds of that project-which-was-due-last-week and my kid sized Red Bull Energy Shot and I was ready to go and felt like working by 9am.

Stealing my way out of the house, past my sleeping brethren Nesta Boxill, directly to the barbershop. Not exactly the barbershop, the brethren who owns a mechanical trimmer and has some experience as a barber. Here the conversation massaged my head more than the blade as we spoke of diabolical plans to fly miniature planes over people's heads.

One Priority Bus Route to the heart of town, stopping by the doubles man as man must not live by Red Bull alone. A rasta doubles man, a queer sight to say the least, but alas.. lets give him a try. Let the black people strive as they say. Halfway into my doubles and a rasta strand of hair peaked back and me and said "yuh wha some channa or wha?". O.o Well my high spirit was put on pause just long enough for me to show the proprietor the hair in my food. I made sure this was done as conspicuously as possible. Only after walking off, behind the kid cudi still in heavy rotation on itunes, I thought.. wait.. maybe the hair in my doubles came from all the hair on my clothes from the barbershop.. "orrrrrr horrrrr"

In school, and already in my.. I mean the guild's office. Asking Mickel and his VP for the list of Air Race Pilots and Spectators was like asking my mother to find my playstation games. Yes she saw it, and knows what they look like but she never has a clue where I put them. I eventually got the list of pilots when Kristoff the sports representative arrived. With further ado (not without, with) we proceeded to the maxi. Maxi man Bernard a far cry from Bodow, but as Tishana would say... "this works"

Finally in UWI. Puttin up Pylons, looking for my incumbent girl friend, carrying students to the planes and ducking requests for free Red Bull on delivery service .. fun things. Eventually I collected a buff for random in discrepancies in some political issues involving a crazy Valsayn woman. In-between the conversation I took little mental notes on how to fly this thing. I'd try to stay in the air longer next time.

Our Goal is to Fly Not Land!

Red Bull University Air Race 2010 / University of the West Indies St.Augustine, Engineering
Undercroft.

The goal is to fly, not land

The Red Bull Remote Control Air Race University Championship is a miniature version of the
international Red Bull Air Race. The objective is to navigate an aerial race track featuring air-
filled pylons in the fastest possible time incurring as few penalties as possible.

The Red Bull Air Race consists of the following flying sessions; Training, Qualifying and top 5.
In all sessions only 1 pilot races at a time.

There are two categories for the November 2010 University championship, category 1 – Best
Creative Plane – in which students would receive a naked plane in which they would have to
design themselves. Category 2 Best Air Race Flight, in which the students would get to fly
already, crafted planes. But a word of warning: The goal is to fly, not to land.

The University champion will be determined for the 1st time at a location convenient for all University
Students to attend. A selection of students, whose university ID serves as a license to fly, will have the
chance for an unforgettable adventure in aviation.

All it takes is coordination, feeling out your planes, thus the reason for the training rounds and a
determination to win. It’s of secondary importance what form of stance students take when the plane
takes off from the hand. All forms of assistance or devices are allowed.

Meditating, tinkering and testing the aerodynamics are what needs to be done for the creative round.
All forms of assistance or supplementary devices are forbidden in the Best Air Race Flight category.
Solely with the “Creative planes“are the hobby engineers allowed to use scissors, glues and other
materials.

Do you want to take off too? Do you think you’ve know the best way to fly a remote control plane?
Or do you have the creative skill it takes in designing your own plane. If you do, then sign up now.
Registration runs from 10am-12pm Thursday 25th November at The University of The West Indies,
under the Engineering Undercroft. The 1st plane takes flight promptly at 1pm.

Take Flight!!!!

In a Cast

written on November 15 at 3:55pm

Clearly its broken, its past breaking point.
Clearly up I have not spoken, because I do not have a point
Or an argument, or a reason or a remedy or a rational
Although the bone marrow in my bones is out in the open
Because all the kings horses and all the kings men couldnt stop it from being broken

It does not change the fact, or justify the reality
That this is no longer fading but merely a memory
Stuck in this cast, without movement of hands, or any feeling that its real
Maybe I would catch gang green and cut it off, but chances are it would heal
Maybe that is just what the doctors say, because today there is no healer
Maybe its just my health today, because most often I am a believer
And today these beliefs died, maybe this is what it took for me to realize
Too much, too late as little has no jurisdiction here, as and more would be too much to bear
It would render me unable to hear, devoted to the philosophies of my own twisted logic
Look, all I can do is sing. All I can do is sleep. All I can do is run away.
All this I can do in my head, because my body is in a cast.
I do hope to pour all my frustrations into a funnel and see my way out of this tunnel
Just to exclaim.. at long last
But the ghost of Christmas past showed me some things which drive us to anger everytime
Subtle jests seem never enough and overt comments would be way to much
As its now difficult to move I depend on body heat and osmosis for air within my mummified container
Tomorrow and the day after will be brighter and better because I say so !
Maybe this may be controlling but I will force myself to happiness, or sadness, to anything to keep problems on the down low.
Perception is reality so hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil and evil won't exist.
At long last, my body is in a cast wrapped permanently for better or for worse
Does not matter that more because after you read this verse, and the conversation is reversed
There does exist something else which does matter, and with these thoughts your dreams have been shattered
You want a upright, genuine, honest young man, even thought I may have the plan
And the execution, the solution, the argument and the bribe I think I lack you inside
Everyday I look for ways of imporovement but all fall to the wayside
But now that my body is in a cast, i'd find out what is on my inside
Lets say I didnt behave this way, or I didn't complain or be violent today
And your conscience didn't allow for your insolence anyway
As I am stuck in the fugitive mentality that the overall gravity of gunplay
Is some idle shots, till I grown into an armed killer
And as cool as it sounds, when I heard the death of autotune today
I lost my voice and could not utter a word subsequently
I think you were pleased that I stayed quiet evidently
And uphill battle either way, in great loss or great efficiency
Maybe 10,000 years from now my mummified body would be used to help others, and these titles sucked out my brain
"Love is four letters"
"For better or for nothing" a philosophical piece on the both sides of the coin. The "you are controlling me side." And the "I will ensure at all costs that this relationship works side."
"Shake up and Break up" kinda self explanatory

Documents the story for how we ended up in the infirmary .

Casted, Plastered, Posted, Loaded, Left, Locked, Case Closed 

No one knows how it feels to breathe in these Clothes

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