today i saw my dead father. but he wasn't really dead.

I saw my dead father today. He was in the living room.  They were keeping him fresh--Lazy Boy and all!-- in a huge body bag that they had fashioned out of thousands of plastic sandwich bags.  

gonna hurt, gonna hurt, gonna hurt, mate.

Think about it first, mate.
It's gonna hurt, gonna hurt, gonna hurt, gonna hurt, gonna hurt, gonna hurt, mate.
Sorry- dunno how y'gonna do it, mate.
It's gonna hurt, gonna hurt you, mate.

Who the fuck am I?

How many years ago did my father die?  Where is his body buried?  I should know the answers to these things, but I do not.

I am Daedalus, I am Icarus.

• ok. i am a licensed general aviation pilot. i minored in aviation at uni. at uni our aviation fraternity owns several aircraft, which are used for flight training and practice. whenever we felt like it, we could check out an aircraft and just go flying. One day my buddy and i checkedout a Cessna 150.; the VW Bug of aircraft.
  
  We flew to this grass runway 'airport' to practice landings. We took turns in left seat (pilot-in-command, PIC). that day there was a vicious gusting 70kph crosswind perpendicular to the 'runway', so we were doing touch-and-gos on the taxiway instead. With my buddy 'Bill' as PIC, we were on final, flaps @10'. ~30 m. off the deck, BIG headwind;
  
  ‎45MPH gusting headwind-- suddenly, nothing. Bill calls go-around; SOP. He puts in flaps and full power, begins departure. Aircraft won't climb. Fuck. Departure stall, a.k.a., Kiss Your Ass Goodbye. I slam down the stick (steering wheel sorta-- C!50 dual controls) to bring the nose down, but aircraft snaphooks. All I see out windscreen is lovely green grass. At that moment i didn't THINK i was going to die. I KNEW I was going to die.
  
  I had not the slightest fear or 'bad' feeling whatsoever. The only thought I had was: "Ohh... So THIS is how it's going to happen."

the view from my airplane

"I'm doing the best that I can."  That is what she said.  And I know that it was true.