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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://www.cirruspilots.org/utility/FeedStylesheets/atom.xsl" media="screen"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xml:lang="en"><title type="html">Sanjay&amp;#39;s aviation blogposts</title><subtitle type="html">Aviation-related posts from my more general blog at sanjaysaigal.com</subtitle><id>http://www.cirruspilots.org/blogs/sanjaysaigalaviation/atom.aspx</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cirruspilots.org/blogs/sanjaysaigalaviation/default.aspx" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cirruspilots.org/blogs/sanjaysaigalaviation/atom.aspx" /><generator uri="http://communityserver.org" version="4.1.40407.4157">Community Server</generator><updated>2008-06-06T11:43:08Z</updated><entry><title>Fly Past</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/blogs/sanjaysaigalaviation/archive/2008/12/30/fly-past.aspx" /><id>/blogs/sanjaysaigalaviation/archive/2008/12/30/fly-past.aspx</id><published>2008-12-31T04:07:09Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T04:07:09Z</updated><content type="html">Professionally, 2008 was indeterminate. Muddy. My experience starting a new venture is hard to compare with others’, especially given the amorphousness of consulting. But I confess that the ghosts of (regular) paychecks past have visited me more than once. I described the ups and downs of being self-employed to a childhood friend. Tridib put my ambivalence in stark relief by recalling our shared petite bourgeoisie upbringing in India. “Let’s face it,” he said, “you are basically a government servant...(&lt;a href="http://www.cirruspilots.org/blogs/sanjaysaigalaviation/archive/2008/12/30/fly-past.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://www.cirruspilots.org/aggbug.aspx?PostID=426054" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.cirruspilots.org/members/Anonymous/default.aspx</uri></author></entry><entry><title>Planesong</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="/blogs/sanjaysaigalaviation/archive/2008/06/06/planesong.aspx" /><id>/blogs/sanjaysaigalaviation/archive/2008/06/06/planesong.aspx</id><published>2008-06-06T18:43:08Z</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:43:08Z</updated><content type="html">It&amp;#39;s mid-morning, the week after the Ides of March. Homeward bound from Las Vegas, this time on the northern route over Mammoth and Yosemite. Approached from the east, the ridgelines of the Eastern Sierra run uniformly higher than 10,000 feet, the peaks over 13,000. Abeam the Casa Diablo Mountains, I begin negotiating with 3CD about climbing to 12,500 feet – to stay clear of the high terrain and appropriately high over the protected John Muir Wilderness Area – and turn westward from my previous...(&lt;a href="http://www.cirruspilots.org/blogs/sanjaysaigalaviation/archive/2008/06/06/planesong.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://www.cirruspilots.org/aggbug.aspx?PostID=409653" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.cirruspilots.org/members/Anonymous/default.aspx</uri></author></entry></feed>
