Intel's Ronler Acres Plant

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Sunday, August 9, 2020

SpaceX Hop

Starship SN5 150m Hop

Other people have talked about this. I don't have anything to add. I just think it's really great.

Tim Curry

Tim Curry
Mention Tim Curry and the show that immediately pops into my mind is The Rocky Horror Picture Show which was the most outlandish thing I had every seen when I saw it in Austin 40 odd years ago. Came across this meme and I got to wondering how many of his films I had seen. Not many it turns out:

I don't remember his character from any of the other three films, except maybe Cardinal Richelieu, but that might just because I recognize the name.

Tim has an extensive resume on IMDB. It looks like much of his work were voice roles. He suffered a stroke in 2012 and is confined to a wheelchair now.

Friday, August 7, 2020

Freddie the Pig

Freddy the Detective by Walter R. Brooks
Another blast from the past! I devoured these books when I was a kid. There were a whole raft of them, but I had clean forgot about them until I stumbled over this post by Susannah Pearce.

Ellen Kay

Logan & Kanawha Coal Co. Inc. Promotional Tape Measure
My wife found this in some obscure corner of the house. Cute play on words, eh? L & K -> Ellen Kay. If you think the second name is spelled with an H instead of an N, you can click on the image to embiggen it and then you can easily see that is spelled with an N.

Logan & Kanawha Coal Co. was apparently acquired by the James River Coal Company back in 2011.

Pic of the Day

Ben Johnson rides Alla Romana
(like the Romans)
Blurb found on Pinterest:
Ben Johnson riding ‘alla Romana’ . Rio Grande, 1950 ' Ford called Ben Johnson and me and said :' You boys know Roman riding?' Ben said :' That's standing on two horses ? No, we've never done that.' ' Well you've got to learn in three weeks.' Harry Carey jr.
Ben Johnson was a stunt rider and actor. He worked with director John Ford in a number of movies. Harry Carey Jr. was another stunt rider. 'Harry Carey'. What a name to have during WW2.

Ben Johnson won an award for his role in The Last Picture show. I remember seeing that movie a zillion years ago and thought it was kind of dumb and boring. I do remember one of the guys telling his friend that he drank a beer first thing in the morning since he had started working as a roughneck. That was just before the two of them got in a fight, the bottle got broken, and the other guy got cut and maybe lost an eye.

But back to stunts. I see kids doing all kinds of acrobatic stunts on mountain bikes and motorcycles and I think they are brave, crazy and or foolish, depending on what mood I'm in. But riding two horses over a jump is a whole 'nother level. Or maybe it's just the same spirit applied to a different world.

I have ridden horses a couple of times, usually as a tourist as the opportunity arose. Keeping horses is kind of expensive proposition in both time and money. Maybe one of these days I'll get a horse. Who'm I kidding? More likely I'll buy a lawn tractor and explore my lower yard.

Lloyd's Beware The Blog has a page about Ben Johnson.

Via daily timewaster


The Association - Windy - 1967

I'm watching another of Matt's off-road recovery videos and he mentions Windy by The AssociationThe Association? Really? I remember them but I don't remember a song called Windy. So I look it up and immediately recognize it as Wendy. I mean, they pronounce it very clearly in the tune, but I have never heard of a person being name Windy, so I just assumed it was Wendy. Huh.

Copybook Headings

The Horsemen of the Apocalypse by Albrecht Dürer circa 1498
Borepatch mentions The Gods of the Copybook Headings by Rudyard Kipling. You have certainly heard of this poem (if not you can follow the link), but just what were these horrible copybook headings that promised terror and death? After some Googling I finally found some on Badger & Blade.
Angels are guardian spirits.
Better to live well than long.
Criticise your own writing.
Doing nothing is doing ill.
Exercise strengthens the body.
Freedom is a precious boon.
Gaming has ruined many.
Hold truth in great esteem.
Industry increases wealth.
Kind words can never die.
Let your promises be sincere.
Modesty always charms.
Nature is imitated by art.
Opinion misleads many.
Quit not certainty for hope.
Reputation is not character.
Time present is our only lot.
Virtue commands respect.
Wisdom is better than riches.
Youth should listen to age.


 The fair, pale maiden “U.S. Credit” has been murdered by the swarthy Democrat William J. Bryan, depicted here with the visual stereotype used in those days to signify Italian immigrants. Judge, August 15, 1896
Matt Taibbi reviews The People, NO - A Brief History of Anti-Populism by Thomas Frank. He lays out some of currents running through American politics over the last century. It's pretty good.

Via ZeroHedge

Thursday, August 6, 2020


Small, $2 retaining wall concrete block
Went to Lowes this morning to pick up some concrete blocks to reinforce a space next to the foundation of the new house. There is a step in the foundation and dirt had piled up against the wood that is sitting on the lower step. Osmany dug it out, but now we want to establish a 'no dirt' space between the foundation and hill so we don't have a repeat.

So I went to Lowes planning on buying 36 of these blocks. They are four inches tall by 12 inches wide. Two abreast they would stack up to six feet in height, which is what we need. I am hefting these blocks as I stack them on the shopping cart and I'm thinking they are five, maybe ten pounds each. I know I have a hard time gauging how heavy things are. If I can pick it up, it's light, if I can't, it's heavy. Along about the time I've got two dozen loaded on the cart I glance up at the label and notice that each one of these blocks weighs 24 pounds. That's a different kettle of fish. I decide that maybe I ought to do this in two lots. I don't want to load the cart up so much that it becomes unpushable. I'm loading the blocks in the trunk and I'm calculating just how much 27 blocks weigh (650 pounds) and I think maybe I should load some of these in the back seat so the tail end isn't dragging on the ground and that's when I notice that the right rear tire is looking a little low. Very low, actually. So I decide I should deal with that first, so I drive home, fire up the air compressor, pump up the tire and drive to the new house.

Osmany showed up a few minutes later and we unloaded the blocks. He carries four at a time down the stairs. I head to Lowes to pick up the rest of the concrete blocks and some three inch plastic pipe and fittings so we can redo the rain drain so it is below grade.

I also pick up a roll of tape. One of the joints in the old rain drain was put together with some kind of plastic tape. The joint is still secure after 40 years (presumably), so that must be some pretty special tape. It looks and feels just like the plastic used in contractor's trash bags. Looking in the pipe goop section I find two kinds of tape. One is sold out, so I buy one of the other.

Now that Osmany is supplied, I can go to Les Schwab to get the leaking tire fixed. It takes them awhile but that's okay, I've got Master and Commander with me so I am glad it takes them a while. Then they tell me that my tires are bad and should be replaced.  I vaguely remember hearing something about that the last time I was there, and they only want to replace two tires for a hundred bucks each so I say go ahead.

Now I head over to Jack's house to borrow a hydraulic jack and he shows me something amazing.

Jack pushing magnets around on his welding table

He wanted some stronger magnets to hold his clamp to his welding table. It looks like he found some.

Monday, August 3, 2020


Deadwind Season 2


We watched the entire second season of this series over two days. That was entirely too much. We need to start restricting our TV watching.

The plot is a little complicated. I'm not sure I've got it all straight, but the good guys figure out who the bad guys are and the bad guys get their just desserts, so it's all good. There is a serial killer at work killing half a dozen people over a short period of time. The lead detective, a youngish woman with a child and wild, wild hair, figures out the connection between these murders and puts them on the track of the culprit. But there is something about one murder that doesn't add up, and she digs around until she finally figures out who done it, and it's someone that no one suspected. Turns out he's been at it for years and killed a bunch of people, many more than our recent revenge based murderer killed.

There are also a couple of killings that happen on the spur of the moment, both in response to being threatened. You just don't know what's going on in some people's heads.

There were a couple of interesting bits. One is the proposed Helsinki-Tallinn tunnel. It is a big issue with mayor's new political party. It also seems that some people in real life are serious about it.

Ferries play a role as does cold water.

1991 BMW 850i
Another was the car driven by one of the detectives: an aging BMW 850i. The distinctive blue & white BMW hood emblem was blacked out in the show. Kaarppi, the woman lead detective, tells her partner, Sakari, that he has a car now and hands him the keys. (Season 2, Episode 1, Mark 17:30).

On Netflix, in Finnish with subtitles in English.

Spoilers follow. The lead detective, Sofia Karppi, has an adult step daughter, Henna Honkasuo. Henna finds a stash of Subutex that was hidden in the snowy woods (where have we seen that before?). Never mind that the guy who buried it there has been murdered by our revenge motivated serial killer, somebody figures out that she has the drugs and wants them back. Probably because she told her new boyfriend, who was trying to sell them wholesale and got killed for his trouble. The bad guys want these drugs, but when she finds that her stash, which was hidden under a railroad bridge, has gotten ripped off, they offer to let her work off her 'debt' by smuggling several kilos of drugs across the border from Tallinn. She and her handler take the ferry to Tallinn, get a taxi to the middle of nowhere, dig up a million dollars worth of contraband from underneath some rubbish in a derelict house.  Now another couple of guys drop off a car for them and they head back to Helsinki on the ferry. Henna overhears a phone conversation with her handler that convinces her that they are going to drop her in the shit. This leads to a heated discussion and her handler pulls a gun on her. She relents, he puts his gun away, she pulls out her dad's big switchblade and stabs him in the gut half a dozen times. He collapses and dies on the deck. The big, open, windswept, totally unoccupied upper deck. She drags his lifeless body to the rail and dumps him overboard along with his gun and her knife.

The mayor kills her number two man when he threatens her so she pushes him off the end of dock. Bad place to be standing if you are going threaten somebody, dummkopf. He flunders in the ice cold water for a few seconds, but makes no attempt to save himself. Doesn't he know how to swim? If that's the case what the heck is he even doing on the dock? Double dummkopf. He was a political hack, so he got what's coming to him. Is that the message here? It was just kind of weird and unexpected. But we already know the mayor is cold blooded from a previous encounter with some skateboarders who were harrassing her blind daughter who is trying ride to a board.

I wrote this a couple of weeks ago at least, but I didn't post it. Possibly because I had more to say, but now I don't remember what that was, so here we go, even if it isn't finished.

Sunday, August 2, 2020

Sugar Mills

Saraya Sugar Mill, India, 2004

This video reminded me of the sugar mill on Maui I saw when I was there two years ago.

HC&S Puʻunēnē Mill. Photo 2015 by Wendy Osher.
Photo taken back when the mill was still in operation.

Current Google Streetview of the same mill.
The mill wasn't in operation when I was there, but I remember looking it up and Google Streetview still showed plumes of smoke coming from the smokestacks. Supposedly, Google Streetview has an archive feature that allows you to pull up older Streetviews, but evidently it doesn't work everywhere as I couldn't find any archives for this location.

Saturday, August 1, 2020

Orthodox Privilege

Stolen entire from Paul Graham:
There has been a lot of talk about privilege lately. Although the concept is overused, there is something to it, and in particular to the idea that privilege makes you blind — that you can't see things that are visible to someone whose life is very different from yours. 
But one of the most pervasive examples of this kind of blindness is one that I haven't seen mentioned explicitly. I'm going to call it orthodox privilege: The more conventional-minded someone is, the more it seems to them that it's safe for everyone to express their opinions. 
It's safe for them to express their opinions, because the source of their opinions is whatever it's currently acceptable to believe. So it seems to them that it must be safe for everyone. They literally can't imagine a true statement that would get them in trouble.
And yet at every point in history, there were true things that would get you in terrible trouble to say. Is ours the first where this isn't so? What an amazing coincidence that would be. 
Surely it should at least be the default assumption that our time is not unique, and that there are true things you can't say now, just as there have always been. You would think. But even in the face of such overwhelming historical evidence, most people will go with their gut on this one. 
The spectral signature of orthodox privilege is "Why don't you just say it?" If you think there's something true that people can't say, why don't you be brave, and own it? The more extreme will even accuse you of specific heresies they imagine you must have in mind, though if there's more than one heresy current in your time, these accusations will tend to be nondeterministic: you must either be an xist or a yist. 
Frustrating as it is to deal with these people, it's important to realize that they're in earnest. They're not pretending they think it's impossible for an idea to be both unorthodox and true. The world really looks that way to them. 
How do you respond to orthodox privilege? Merely giving it a name may help somewhat, because it will remind you, when you encounter it, why the people you're talking to seem so strangely unreasonable. Because this is a uniquely tenacious form of privilege. People can overcome the blindness induced by most forms of privilege by learning more about whatever they're not. But they can't overcome orthodox privilege just by learning more. They'd have to become more independent-minded. If that happens at all, it doesn't happen on the time scale of one conversation. 
It may be possible to convince some people that orthodox privilege must exist even though they can't sense it, just as one can with, say, dark matter. There may be some who could be convinced, for example, that it's very unlikely that this is the first point in history at which there's nothing true you can't say, even if they can't imagine specific examples. 
But except with these people, I don't think it will work to say "check your privilege" about this type of privilege, because those in its demographic don't realize they're in it. It doesn't seem to conventional-minded people that they're conventional-minded. It just seems to them that they're right. Indeed, they tend to be particularly sure of it.
Perhaps the solution is to appeal to politeness. If someone says they can hear a high-pitched noise that you can't, it's only polite to take them at their word, instead of demanding evidence that's impossible to produce, or simply denying that they hear anything. Imagine how rude that would seem. Similarly, if someone says they can think of things that are true but that cannot be said, it's only polite to take them at their word, even if you can't think of any yourself. 
Once you realize that orthodox privilege exists, a lot of other things become clearer. For example, how can it be that a large number of reasonable, intelligent people worry about something they call "cancel culture," while other reasonable, intelligent people deny that it's a problem? Once you understand the concept of orthodox privilege, it's easy to see the source of this disagreement. If you believe there's nothing true that you can't say, then anyone who gets in trouble for something they say must deserve it.
Via Brain Micklethwait's New Blog. He posted excerpts from Graham's post and then added some comments of his own. It might help to know who Attlee was: Prime Minister of the UK after WW2.


Roman Empire in 100 AD
Clicking on the help icon (?) pulls up this blurb:
Chronas is a history map application with over 50 million data points which every registered user can curate and contribute to (just like Wikipedia).
Next time I am wondering about what was going on somewhere, somewhen, I'll to remember to give it a try.

Pic of the Day

The athletic circle of Montmartre Paris - Maurice-Louis Branger - 1913
Cleaning out my bookmarks this morning and I found one that pointed to this photo so I decided to post the photo and delete the bookmark. pleasure photo room has a huge collection of old photos, mostly fashion from what I've seen. Seems to have stopped posting a year ago.

Tim Traveler took us to Montmartre last month and I got a post out of it.


Friday, July 31, 2020

Tune of the Day

The Dandy Warhols - Ride (1995)

I usually keep the volume down pretty low, loud enough that I can hear, but not loud enough to be annoying, for some value of annoying. However, for this tune I cranked the volume way up. Maybe because it's Friday, maybe because of the mood I'm in. Whatever.

I was listening to 107.1 on the radio on the way home this afternoon and they were playing and talking about the Dandy Warhols and I realized that I hadn't heard anything from them lately, so I dialed them up on YouTube and in short order this tune popped up and I had to crank it up, and since I cranked it up, I decided I better share, and here we are.

Machine Tool Video of the Day

Inventing Tools | Prototype and Test

This isn't really about making things, it's more like using a $100K of machinery to produce some performance art. Very entertaining for a gearhead like me. He does make an aluminum claw, but once you have the machine programmed, you could reproduce the claw in any other material just by adjusting the feed rates. Well, that would work for bronze and steel. You might need super-special bits for cutting titanium, I don't know.

Map of the Day

Aral Sea in 1984
Google Earth Engine has satellite imagery dating back to 1984. They have time lapse shows of a number of locations on Earth, including the desiccation of the Aral Sea, one of my favorite examples of big government run amok.

Via Detroit Steve

Pic of the Day

C-130 Fuerza Aerea de Chile Grupo N°10
Via FlightAware

Highway to Hell

1000 Musicians play Highway to Hell (AC/DC)
Stade De France, Saint-Denis, Paris, France 
29 June, 2019

This seems to be a fairly common event. I even posted another one a few years ago.

Via The Feral Irishman

Report from Alaska

Iaman forwards a report from my nephew:
The sleepy guy is a deckhand on Nick's boat. The guy in the water with the chain around his neck and a knife is Nick.

Nick called today to say "hi". He was on the boat, sitting in port waiting for the DNR [Alaska Department of Natural Resources]  announcement tomorrow on which fisheries would/or-not be open. Fishing has been spotty, but other than not making money he is happy.
Asking him what he does with his day, "not much". Then he tells me the boat had a "net in the wheel" ??? The boat got its net tangled in a prop. Nick having his NZ wetsuit with him grabs a "vicky" and dives under the boat no mask, no tank, but with a chain thrown over his shoulder as a dive belt. It takes many surfacings for air and a lot of slashing with the Vicky to clear the prop. Salt water doesn't bother his unmasked eyes. Estimates vary but it is said this bold action saved the Captain a couple thousand bucks, motoring, time, fuel, hiring a pro diver.

A Vicky is a cheap knife made by Victornix, they are ubiquitous on the boats, used for everything from clearing props to slicing up ones meal. No more caring your personal blade, "there is typically a vicky in reach"

Speaking of meals and diving, Nick says if he doesn't go be a Gaucho in Argentina, or canoe the Mississippi, he may give a go at diving to harvest Sea cucumber for the Asian seafood trade. A new industry to me, cuke-divers are said to be paid well for their efforts, but google says it is fraught with risk. Nick knows of a local captain who is legend in the area. He runs his boat down the coast all the way to Mexico, fishing for whatever is paying: ablaone, shrimp, sea cukes, salmon, crab. Nick hopes to find out more about the cukes from him.

Thursday, July 30, 2020

The Uses of Impartiality

Stolen entire from The Uses of Impartiality by JMSmith:
Impartiality takes three forms. The first is an accidental impartiality that occurs when it just so happens that I am uninvolved in the contest, dispute or conflict. I call this form accidental because it does not require any special gift of disinterested judgment on my part. If circumstances had been otherwise and I had been involved, I would likely be cheering, aiding and abetting one side. It must be added that accidental impartiality necessarily entails profound ignorance of the contest, dispute or conflict, and thus pronouncements from the position of accidental impartiality are usually beside the point and irrelevant. 
I am, it so happens, accidentally impartial when it comes to contests between figure skaters, disputes between physicists, and conflicts between militant factions in the African jungle. I do not care who wins because I do not understand the competition, the debate, or the conflict. It would not trouble me to see either side win, or both, or neither.  And not only do I not, as we Texans say, have a dog in the fight—I also know nothing whatsoever about dog fights. 
This is why accidental impartiality does not qualify a man to act as an “impartial judge,” and why he should in fact hold his tongue and keep his irrelevant opinions to himself. If I were called upon to act as the impartial judge of a figure skating contest, for instance, my profound ignorance of figure skating would require me to award the trophy on the basis of my irrelevant opinion of the skaters’ costume or choice of musical accompaniment. And the same goes if I were called upon to act as the impartial judge in a dispute between physicists or a conflict between militant African factions. 
* * * * * 
Counterfeit impartiality is the second form, and this obviously occurs when a mask of cool detachment conceals a face that is creased with anxiety and aglow with concern. This is naturally the form of impartiality that is most often advanced as a qualification by men and women who are panting to be selected as an “impartial judge,” and an ability to convincingly counterfeit impartiality is, in truth, a prime qualification for those who wish to join a conspiracy of cronies. There are few skills that serve men and women better than than the ability to appear judicious while handing their friend the biscuit, and kicking their foe out the door.  I advise all ambitious young people to practice it assiduously, before a full-length mirror. 
If young people are looking to model themselves on the great masters of counterfeit impartiality, I advise them to study just about anyone who is promoted (or self-promoted) as an expert. I hasten to add that I am not implying that there are no genuine experts, or that that impartial expertise is on all fours with accidental impartiality, but only that the impartiality of many experts is entirely counterfeit. To revert to that vivid Texas colloquialism, you cannot become an expert and not grow partial to one dog. In fact, it is almost impossible to become an expert without placing a substantial wager on the outcome of the dogfight. 
Expertise means experience, and experience means involvement. If I have sufficient expertise to understand what a figure skater does in a quadruple jump, I will certainly be sufficiently involved in figure skating to have taken on all sorts of biases and partialities.   I will have friends and be part of a faction, and I will have to demonstrate some loyalty if I wish to keep those friends and remain part of that faction. The same is true of the physicists who sit in judgment of disputes between physicists, and of critics who lead public opinion to root for one of the armed factions in a conflict in some faraway African jungle. 
* * * * * 
This leaves us with what I call anguished impartiality, by which I mean an impartiality that causes acute mental suffering in a genuine expert because it requires him to briefly suspend his loyalties and betray his friends. He is not an ignoramus who is accidentally impartial because he can see no difference between the two sides. He has a dog in the fight, and a very large wager riding on that dog. He also has cronies to whom he is indebted for favors, and a fit of impartiality will very possibly oblige him to welsh on this debt. 
He knows what cronies do to welshers, and that is why he feels anguish.
The anguish of true impartiality is well known to practitioners of counterfeit impartiality, and they they are therefore capable of writhing like Hamlet when they cannot maintain the pretense of detachment. So you must not take an appearance of mental anguish as proof that you are in the presence of an impartial judge.
But you should take the presence of mental anguish in yourself as pretty strong evidence that you are in fact acting as an impartial judge.  You feel that mental anguish because you are welshing on the debts you owe to your cronies and risking the large wager you have placed on your dog. 
* * * * * 
What this comes down to is that impartiality is very hard.  It may be too hard for many people, and is certainly too hard for anyone to exercise at all times. Indeed, when we consider that true impartiality must be either stupid or disloyal, a man who claims to be impartial at all times must be either a fool, a fink or a fraud. 
Thus we should aspire to an inconsistent impartiality in the matters that interest us most. We should hold our tongues on questions we do not understand; and we should, more often than not, declare our loyalties and do our duty to our side when this is not the case.
But above all else, we should never forget that no one enjoys being an impartial judge, unless, of course, they are just pretending to be impartial.  In that case they enjoy it more than you can possibly imagine.

Collective Nouns

Stu took his dog to the Parrot Farm and learned some very fine new words. I'm not going to spoil his surprise, you'll have to follow the link.

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

3D Table Saw Repair

My old friend James reports on his table saw repair:

Craftsman Job Site Table Saw
So I bought this Craftsman table saw (photo 1) many years ago when I lived in Santa Cruz California. It has served me well, especially since I have always had a small two-car garage with no place to leave a saw set up. So this folding rolling saw works great. When I moved to Washington it continued to work extremely well. But about six month ago, just before we move to Phoenix, the extension table lock stopped working. I would extend the side table and then operate the lock lever, but the extension was not locked. So I've had to resort to various clamps to keep the extension from moving when I'm using the fence on the extension.

Fast forward to the lockdown, and I'm sick of dealing with this bug, so I decide to spend some of my ample spare time to investigate. With Agnes's help, I got the saw onto the operating table. But I don't mean her physical help. She's the genius who realized that my folding work table could be configured as a ramp, with one set of legs folded. Brilliant! One ratchet strap served as a winch and the saw was soon on its back on the table.

Since I am pretty blind, I have to resort to lots of lamps and flashlights and I wear a heavy-duty stereo magnifier headpiece. After a small amount of disassembly (one bolt and a few plastic pieces), I locate the problem: two missing plastic pieces called bushings that go on the ends of the steel locking pins to protect the aluminum slides while exerting an ungodly pressure on them to hold them in place. The only reason I found this problem was that there was a fragment of the previous bushing still in the slide.

So I consult the Goo-Gul and find many companies that sell Craftsman parts. And if you are patient enough to peer at their fuzzy parts diagrams, you can eventually locate this part, along with the inevitable label "part unavailable".

3D Printed Bushing
What to do? Actually, I had already asked Agnes to warm up her 3D printer and I gave her an estimate of the required dimensions. So she whipped up a replacement (photo 2) that worked perfectly in the front lock but was too thick for the back lock. So, she is, as we speak, making a pair of bushing that are only 70-thou thick, instead of 90-thou. It takes about a half-hour to print them, so it's time to eat some pizza. Besides, the garage is too frigging hot to work in right now anyway.

News from Guyana

Liza Destiny oil processing ship
They are drilling for oil in the waters off Guyana, a small country in South America. One of the oil fields and this ship are named for my niece. As if. Iaman notes:
For a country of less than a million people, the find (the Liza oil field) changes everything. Within a decade Guyana could be completely transformed by the find going from unpaved roads and sporadic power to being a developed nation.
Noble Don Tailor drillship
Naturally, they are drilling in water that is a mile deep, and then through another two miles of rock and salt before they get to the oil, all to keep the price of oil low enough that I don't need to check the price each time I fill up my car. The reptilians will see to that.

767 stuck in the mud
Meanwhile, an Eastern Airlines airliner cut the corner a little tight on a taxiway at the Cheddi Jagan International Airport near Georgetown (map) and got stuck in the mud. Note that this isn't the same Eastern Air Lines that went bust back in 1991. Via FlightAware.