Friday, May 15, 2015

Of things to come

Howdy Folks.

I haven't been here in a while.  What's the best way I can tell that?  I'm glad you asked!  Or maybe you didn't.  When I start to type the URL in my (Google Chrome) bar it doesn't immediately realize what I'm trying to type!

I'll be rethinking the concept of this blog hereabouts when I get a chance to think and type concurrently.  Which is to say... I have no idea when.
Needless to say, I think things have changed a bit since I last wrote regularly.  Back when I did so, I couldn't quite identify myself with the term "engineer".  Nowadays, if I did so I'm sure the real engineers in this world would look at me with contempt and ask how many professional exams I've completed, to which the answer would unfortunately be "none".

As a matter of fact the things that currently absorb my mind aren't purely engineering in nature.  I'm between several different places (mentally and physically) of planning, memorizing checklists, building flying skills, and just plain ol' living life.  There might be things in there that benefit from having an engineer's analysis, and I depend pretty heavily on things that have been designed by smart people, but for now I'm not really in that world.

Boy oh boy is life going places!  I was done and gradumulated at Texas A&M in December (still class of 2014, whoop!), wandered around to visit friends and family, tried to finish some unfinished projects, moved out of state in April, and am currently on the road again for the job.  Come September I'll be married to one Yulia who has quite effectively stolen my attention and my heart, so that'll be fun too.
(To those that have English as a second language, this right here is an example of "understatement". I just thought I'd make it more obvious with a parenthetical statement)

Hi mom!

-Peter

Saturday, August 03, 2013

Testing stuff

Howdy.  This is a test.

Summer classes, Oklahoma, Colorado, Oklahoma, home, bike rides, model planes...

That is all.  Fare thee well.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

No Comment

... Says the world, when nothing is to be said.

No comment.

Wait, what?  That's your comment?  Have you nothing to say that would validate me coming all this way, begging on my knees for SOMETHING?

That's not completely true though, you see, because something was said, it just wasn't quite what you wanted to hear.
Is silence golden?  Then "No Comment" must be silver in this crazy world.  Too much clamor and not enough listening.
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Didn't I say a while ago that I went off to Air Force stuff?  It's true, I did!  They graciously provided me a scholarship, in exchange for my hard work and such.  Who knows, maybe I'll get to be an engineer in ye olde aire forse.  Better yet, maybe I'll get to fly an aircraft in ye skye, instead of flying a desk.

There's also this whole thing about leadership.  Hard to figure out sometimes.  The military needs not just a bunch of followers, but also some people who can think for themselves and make decisions.  Surely even the world of 'normal' commercial methods also requires this.

Hard work, lots of time, and lots of practice trying and failing to get any good at leading folks.  Always improving, always looking for the better method, an upgrade from the status quo.

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Maybe I should change this to "half-hearted typing"?  You might hear more later after I figure out what I'm doing on the hectic schedule.

'Til then -- God bless!
-Petr

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

It's just...

... So lonely around here sometimes.  Also, I'm an engineer.  No social life?
Yet weren't we made to be together?  It is not right that man should be alone!  He'll fill his head with many useless thoughts and never get to show God's love to others.

Be the change you wish to see...

Monday, June 11, 2012

Typed while heading out the door

To those few who still return to wander this old blog...
Or should I say those of you with RSS feeds?  I know how that goes, I've done it myself quite a bit!

I was totally intending to write something on here.  Well here you go, I'm writing something, how's that for fulfilling expectations?

The details are longer than I can spare.  Starting this evening, I'll be gone until July 11 at Air Force training.  Might be fun, will certainly be stressful, and I would very much appreciate your prayers.  Thanks friends!

Heading off.  God bless!

-Petr

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Proof of concept

The break has fallen upon the back of time itself!  It seems almost too ideal for the one to come at the same time as the other, as if just to limit the available break time to the already overworked crowds of students.
Then again, it might well be more inappropriate if it was the night before a test.  Who thought this whole thing through anyway?

Now there's a rather leading question.  It's almost as if I were going to answer if for you!  Don't ask me to think it through too much.  Just because somebody decided that the longer days of summer meant that sunlight was being wasted and people should get up earlier to accomplish more... oh right.
If anybody was interested, a research into the matter of energy consumption found that DST in California doesn't help energy costs, it instead drives costs up because of people getting home earlier and needing the AC on earlier.
(By the way, the concept was spoken by Ben Franklin, proposed in detail by George Hudson, and first implemented during WWI)
Now I've gone and thought it through, despite my objections.  So now we're both just a bit more informed, if not more intelligent or wise.  Those two require a bit more than just reading my words, I'm afraid.

Food for thought:  Why are you here?  Right where you are, right now, reading this as if it were an everyday matter?
Take it how you like.  My personal thoughts revolve firstly around how I got to eventually sitting down and typing up something to post on ye olde blog, and then more general -- what is my purpose for writing this?  Why bother?  Does it fit in with what I claim is the ultimate goal for existence?
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My dear readers, thus began another rambling post that I embarked boldly upon, intending to see through to fruition.  Admittedly, it was mere minutes ago that it was written, and so you will find little changed in the manner of my writing, except to perhaps be more obfuscatory.
What has changed is that I went outside.  More accurately, I went and chilled in the front yard staring up at the newly clear skies above my house, full of stars, and pondered such things as deliberate belittling.  As easily as several constellations are to be identified and pointed out, so is it easy to relieve one's mind of any feeling of being overwhelmed.  Surely that wasn't the purpose though!  Familiarity doesn't, and shouldn't, make the heavens any less majestic.
Every star you can see with your eyes is an unthinkably large sphere of burning mass, and the distances between them are equally unthinkable in comparison.  Even more so, quite often what you see is not one star, but an entire galaxy -- with an unthinkable number of stars, many times as unthinkably large across, and quite precisely located to look like each particular constellation.

"When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?" A Psalm of David, Psalm 8:3-4

And with all the effort required for each one, isn't it something that you personally took a lot more care and effort? Those are the works of fingertips. Almost an afterthought, certainly not the big event. That's your job. They're there to let you know how much God cares for you, how much effort you were worth. It's said of humans that we are a body with a soul. Try the other way around: you are a soul bound for unending time, with a body granted to you for a bit, separated from you for a while, and then rejoined for all of eternity.
I'll admit it, I'm echoing Dr. Sinclair Ferguson and a couple others here.  And I didn't even take notes.  He's been blessed with some amazing insight that doesn't occur in my life.

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Obfuscation is done.  That seems to be a particular talent of mine.  In fact, that break was probably one of the most straightforward things I've said all day.

Never give your mind a break, don't take the day off, don't stop thinking, and don't blink...
Wrong reference.  AnyWho, the more breaks you take, the harder it is to get back into a solid habit of having much to think about, and life gradually becomes too simple to tolerate.

One should be very glad that proof-reading is not gone out of practice completely...

So with these many numerous disjointed and possibly distracting and self-contradictory thoughts, I leave you to return to spending life in another manner.
What is your confidence in life and death?

God bless!
-Petr


Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Motivated yet?

Nay, surely not!  I refuse to continue this whilst the world carries on!  Yet do they need me?  Need I say a word and benefit a person other than myself, reserving these monologues for some long sleepless night?
Are these monologues even meaningful?  Perhaps thought only occurs to me when I wish to speak out, and the rest of the time my mind is content to lie as fallow ground.  But then surely I shall speak out more often, lest that mind remain fallow ground until it can no longer bring forth any value, much less that of its own former self-imagined glory!
Background for this thought: didn't I last month say something to the effect of I'm done not writing?  Well golly, every time I say this sort of thing, the length of time only extends itself.  Plus its extremely redundant.  I'm tired of saying such things, as you surely are tired of reading it, because you and I both know how long it has been but are both rather glad to be hearing from this keyboard again. (Oh yeah, and I might be typing on it...)


Perfection is a hard thing to strive for, and takes up way too much time.  I sometimes wonder, how can somebody be back from an event for a mere 15 minutes and already have their entire collection of photos easily accessible to the public?  Did they skip the important editing process?  Was the editing process merely deemed valueless, to be relegated to those pictures that might have some slight chance of being printed?
Background for this thought (though it hardly seems important enough to italicize): I've got about 140 pictures from the past few months chilling on my hard drive, waiting for me to sort through them and find something to do with them.  Yet a lot of the time, it seems I'm the only who will get value of them at any later time.  When was the last time you said to somebody, "Can I see the massive collection of pictures on your hard drive?  I'm sure there's something there that will mean something to me."
How that one does go on and on.  It takes a special kind of person to handle these sorts of thoughts -- specifically one with time to go and do what I have committed to and still deal with their normal life! (Engineering, how thy pursuits do test the limits of a wakening day!  What shall be done with thee?)

Knowing that all this can only defer to a higher power, I must protest!  Why are you still reading, anyway?  Anna has written a wonderful piece reflecting on Psalm 23 -- go read both of them! (the poem and the psalm)
John Bunyan, I have recently found, is well known for his well known book, The Pilgrims Progress, and not without reason.  I realize I just stated the obvious; Yet is it not the place of such as I to state the obvious, knowing that somebody may not have realized or heard the obvious!
If you desire recent news -- well, for goodness sakes, are you not reading this on your browser?  Get thee hence, remove thy eyes from my page and catch up with the rest of the world out there.  I can hardly claim to be up to date, this place keeps me about a week behind everything except for big news, and I am content to dwell in peace for now.

But, say you, I wanted to hear how your life is going!  Mine?  You desire news of my poor existence?  It's definitely not an entirely unique fact that I live where I live, nor that I carry out normal operations of a day such as many others, but the way I respond to those normal operations and anything that falls outside these norms may be classified as relevant to my appearance as an individual.
Remember, individuality is sourced in the fact that one is made as in the image of his one and only Creator.  Ehwhat, what ho?

There are many countless little changes that seem to have little effect on the long term, on the outcome of the "eventual", though those countless little things add up.  I had not previous to this moment realized how radically different the room I currently sit in is from what I had imagined or seen previously of my life.  I have been blessed with a guitar to play should I so desire and it currently resides a mere 3 feet from my seat, while a wonderful keyboard that my roommate purchased (James!  Oh how I could go on about him, and perhaps I should...) resides another 2 feet in the same direction.  Man how I do love that particular combination.
Being the first thing that came into my mind as I was writing this, the significance of my access to musical instruments and the ability to practice regularly (or lack thereof because of engineering again) can't hold much to the significance of other things.  But I digress.

Perhaps I should mention my "Air Force motivated" tendencies?  Due to some circumstances this semester that I had not foreseen, it has become more possible that I'll be able to fly in said AF with some of the most incredible pilots and aircraft in the world!  How great would that be??

Composure regained


This brings me to the end of a previously allotted time for me to sit down and write.  I must leave you now, perhaps to focus strongly on another predetermined goal such as homework.

God bless!
-Petr

Saturday, October 08, 2011

Of Yore

In days of old, one named Petr did write upon these pages.

Then came the days.  Yes, you know them well, the days that touch lightly upon one's soul, doing their very best to become mere memories in as short a time as possible.  Soon these days were overrunning Petr's life, and the empty pages remained empty, unexplored opportunities, while 'real life' was to be valued.

But perhaps those days are themselves only passing.

Even so, this person has always had an obsession with updates, the lack thereof, or the continuity of time between said updates.  Curious.

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THE ARCHIVE HIGHLIGHTS:

"This is going to be a week with more sleep than normal. I'm out in the middle of nowhere (a small place called Douglass :)"

"Where to begin? How about with the carpet killing."

"Infinity over infinity is equal to Hillary Clinton."

"But then, why not just "leave that question to the philosophers"?"

"What is this thing we call trust? Can it be defined by what we know? Google won't help here. Nor wikipedia. Believe me, I've tried."

"Wisdom from the rabbit: "If you don't know what it is, it will probably kill you.""

"One of them introduced himself as Philos, inviting Petros to come and play a game of cards."(Coincidentally, Annie, I have since discovered that my cousins really were right.  Petra is the proper usage. I apologize for the misleading.)

"Now if anybody understood all of the above, please mention it and I will gladly buy you ice cream"

"Individuals -- what a concept!"

"Well hey, I guess I'll have to learn to be perfect huh?"(As a point of interest, we are now in the midst of a drought that may take until 2020 to recover from)

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And so we find ourselves on the evening of October 8, 2011.  My past is full of references as to how time desires to speed along hastily.  I need not refer to them anymore, perhaps?
But maybe my approach these days is different.  I can remember writing some of that stuff, and others now that I'm looking at them wonder where in the world did that come from?  I'm not sure it came from the world.  And the world isn't where I'm going.

So here's what I'm saying -- why lament the speed with which time passes?  Does it not bring us closer to God, be it death or judgement day?  I'm ready for that day.  How many will not?


Sobering or uplifting?  A bit of perspective is extremely helpful, and perhaps that little bit of perspective is so often lacking, even in my own life.  Writing things down has apparently helped clear my mind.

Then again -- perhaps "things" are such as the best way to implement (xy' + yz + x'z)z' in which case it'll only leave me befuddled (not this particular problem mind you, I'm pretty sure that simplifies down to x' + y + z').

Any stories you wish to hear about?  Perhaps one you have that must be shared?

God bless!
-Petr

Thursday, May 26, 2011

"109 Posts, last published on Dec 18, 2010"

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Well now folks... here I am.

Howdy and a very good day to ye :)

For those amongst you who happen to have RSS feeds -- thank you for subscribing, I would imagine this sort of long silence followed by a solitary (or maybe not) post is just what it was designed for.  Long is, of course, completely relative, and solitary isn't very well defined, so it might be possible to leave this behind!

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One of the easiest things to do at this point would be of course to post pictures and leave it there.  That would be something, wouldn't it?  All this leadup, just to leave it hanging again...

Come to think of it, there's an awful lot to look through if you haven't seen them.  A&M is a good place for taking random pictures:

2011 Spring College Station


And of course there was the skiing trip over the Christmas break!  It's hard to beat an annual ski trip with family. (it's rather difficult to remember the camera on the mountain...)

Vail11


If you're the type to keep up with all the speech/debate escapades from what is now my past, there was a rather enjoyable New Year's party with ICOM...

ICOM New Year 2011


And of course more recent than all that, Reformed University Fellowship Summer Conference in Panama City, Florida.
From Monday 'til Saturday, we did naught more than go to conferences (i.e. prolonged studies on God's word and the application thereof in our tiny often misguided lives) in the morning and chill on the beach in the afternoon.  Evenings were a mix of large group and hanging out with friends from Texas A&M RUF and other places around the nation, with the exception of Wednesday evening when we all took the evening and went for dinner as a campus group. (it's difficult getting a place for 60 people to eat!  We probably severely strained the supplies of the ice cream/gelato place next door as well)

It's hard to beat living yards from the beach!  I don't normally take more than about 150 pictures when I go somewhere unless I'm really trying; this time around, there were nearly 130 -- and I wasn't even trying.
Of course in the interest of upload space I'm sticking with a good deal less than that.
RUF Sumer Conference 2011


Wonderful times, y'all, I'll have to go back there -- physically and mentally, of course.

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Texas A&M does put one in a state of mind that reflects "howdy".  Or is that just me?

God bless!
-Petr

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Adventures of a tool

Day one:
#1 I subconsciously reach up and touch my hair, then think (2 weeks after the last haircut) "Wow, my hair is really long!!"
freshmen have to have "white walls", basically shave our heads, to be qualified as good looking in uniform.

#2 (to be repeated, no doubt) Talk about my roommate, only to receive blank stares. Oh yes, I must have said "Old Lady."
It's not a blackbelt (freshmen/sophomore) privilege to have rooms, so we don't have roommates either. We have an old lady, that we have to take care of very carefully.

#3 Free time! What do I do? Sleep? Well, polishing shoes may be more important this time.... Oh yeah, I don't have to have them two-barred tomorrow.
Our black shoes need to be so reflective that under fluorescent lighting you can see the individual bars. Basically mirror-finished polish. It looks good, but it takes a lot of work.

This in the space of about 3 hours. We'll see how things continue in the near future.

Day two:
#4 Realize that I haven't explained yet what a 'tool' is.
Tools are those people that just can't give up the Corps games, even when they're not really in the Corps at the moment. These games are often excessive and seem completely out of the normal for any normal person. We're not exactly normal people, you know. Not even after just a semester. It gets worse if the sophomores, juniors, or seniors are tools.

#5 Realize that for some odd reason, I'm not using many abbreviations, or those I do use I want to know exactly what they mean.
Corps games you know. Freshmen aren't allowed to use acronyms, so we get along just fine either knowing and saying exactly what they mean, or else just not using them.

Day three:
#6 At the tournament, find out that somebody knows what the haircut (long as it is) implies, and unfortunately tell them some of the silly things we tools do, not knowing that they would be treating it like an inside joke from then on.
The game in question -- if somebody whacks me with a garrison cap, I have to thank them and ask for another. These things are far less common as an upperclassmen, so I'm looking forward to that.

Lost track of time:
#7 Show off how much I can... or rather, want to physically train myself. It may be excessive.
We're supposed to stay in shape over the break. I'm mentally preparing myself for said staying in shape. It's high time I actually started to do so.

Note that there's probably a dozen examples of each, along with many unmentioned. You know, when they said we would get tool training, I think they meant training on how not to be one. It didn't work very well. O_o

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This tournament I mentioned -- I'm a judge this time. First time ever. Alumni get food paid for and provided, as long as they judge some. I rather think judges get the sweet end of this deal this time :)

Pictures so far, if you look again later on I'll have more up. (as of 6:30 12/18/2010)
Brenham Meltdown 12/10

More to come later? Who knows. I got one post in last month, maybe it'll be one more this month.

Thoughtfulness... well, I'm afraid I haven't any for the moment. You see, it's so hard to find thinking time sometimes, when all is on the go. But I suppose this is worth thinking about -- how much time does it take? Just because you spend a long time thinking about something doesn't mean you were thorough, and just because you were done thinking fairly quickly doesn't mean you were not!

God bless!
-Petr