It wouldn't be a tri weekend without a run to the hospital!
I was feeling very unwell this morning. After Mattoon and the grace of BryGuy, I will now bolt to the ER on a moment's notice. In fact, I may drop by later tonight just to say hello.
The divine Traci dropped everything to come pick me up. She was great about the whole thing, especially my revelation, at the door of the ER, that, hey, I was feeling better. The OTC meds had kicked in.
I had been in pretty intense pain but I knew at this point that it was no longer an emergency. I'm fine now.
Merci, Traci!
I don't ask for help often: when I do, I need help. I just wrote a brief list of people who have helped me with medical situations or with "stranded with Herbie" situations. The list kept getting longer and longer. I fear that I'll forget someone or a given episode. My thanks to you all.
ps. Recall the ER visit in Mattoon, IL. The insurance paid for most of it but the bill was $1600. A grocery list of blood tests and other charges.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Fight Back
(My apologies for the un-inspired writing. This entry has straight prose and reads like an online diary, which is not acceptable. The CC Nation has come to expect better from this blog -- fear not, loyal readers! We'll be back to the A-game soon.)
My major in undergrad was math. I pursued the degree rather intensely. Once, I was writing a 4 hour Calculus exam, and halfway through, I assessed the situation: I had skipped over some problems and lazily attempted some others. I told myself:
You have a 65% right now, bud. 2 hours to go.... let's fight back
I pored over the exam and got back into the game. I don't remember the exact result but I received a mark for the class that was probably mid-90s %.
That's the tale of the tri, though on a less successful note.
The Pre-Race
The 1/4 Ironman was out at Innsbrook, MO. I haven't mentioned it but it's the same site where a guy died (IMHO from heart attack, and drowned) back in June. They had a word from the race director and the man's father. Standing there, mostly naked, with 600 other competitors in the morning fog, listening to the dedication was pretty powerful stuff.
A congregation of people on a beautiful lake on a clear Sunday morning, bowing their heads.
The Swim
The worst was just before the swim, standing in 70 F water and 60 F air temps. Most people had wetsuits. I did not.
12 minutes later, I'm at the half way mark. And then this surge of pink swim caps: the elite ladies from the next wave had caught me. I had a 5 minute headstart. Admittedly, they were excellent swimmers but it was still demoralizing to get caught so soon.
At some point, I think I took in some water with a bit of fuel from a jetski. Yum! They had oodles of them, and canoes, and kayaks. The most dangerous part of the tri was that if you did have trouble in the water, you'd be run over by a dozen nervous lifeguards on jetskis, as they sped to your rescue.
The Bike
Coming out of the swim was tough.... It was pretty chilly. I was nauseous and there were some pretty weird things going on (let's just end that thread there).
On the bike, for some reason, it felt sluggish. I might have had "lead legs" or perhaps there was a problem with Blackbird. Dunno. It felt like the brakes were touching slightly. Gah!
About 4 miles in, I was ready to quit. This was seriously not fun. Ironically, in a mere 4 weeks after Mattoon, I was freezing on the bike and was in a massive spat with Blackbird.
Fight Back
I remembered the Calc exam and decided I'd fight back..... Not for a great time, as that would be impossible with an irritated steed. I decided to just enjoy the race. The rest of the bike was pleasant, if not fun. Thankfully I warmed up ok after a couple more miles.
The Run
Keen members of the CC Nation know that the Prime Directive is: Thou Shalt Not Walk. In that regard, the tri was a success! I hammered out 6.5 miles at a decent pace.
The Sprint
This was a major tri that serves as the primary race for many of the triathlon clubs in the midwest. So there was a lot of people there, and the MC had a microphone to track the action.
One part of the excitement was announcing the people (by name, via the bib #) as they ran onto the final chute -- a sprint of about 200 metres/yards.
My legs were burning and I was pretty much done with this event, but I decided to have some fun. I knew I could light the afterburners, and I found it pretty ironic given my horrendous time.
So I lit 'em. Bingo, the MC yelled out that "these people from the StL Tri Club have a major kick at the end". With a lift of my arms into the air, I egged the crowd on to cheering a mediocre finish. Ah, the simple pleasures in life.
The Result
3 hours 20 minutes. Missed the arbitrary goal. The bike average was 15 mph, which is from the Butterscotch era (Ed's note: A rare reference to the 1st bike. see CC April 06.), and certainly strange for Blackbird. The run, which seemed good, was a glacial 9 minute pace.
But at least I didn't quit, as utterly seductive as that thought was....
I fought back.
My major in undergrad was math. I pursued the degree rather intensely. Once, I was writing a 4 hour Calculus exam, and halfway through, I assessed the situation: I had skipped over some problems and lazily attempted some others. I told myself:
You have a 65% right now, bud. 2 hours to go.... let's fight back
I pored over the exam and got back into the game. I don't remember the exact result but I received a mark for the class that was probably mid-90s %.
That's the tale of the tri, though on a less successful note.
The Pre-Race
The 1/4 Ironman was out at Innsbrook, MO. I haven't mentioned it but it's the same site where a guy died (IMHO from heart attack, and drowned) back in June. They had a word from the race director and the man's father. Standing there, mostly naked, with 600 other competitors in the morning fog, listening to the dedication was pretty powerful stuff.
A congregation of people on a beautiful lake on a clear Sunday morning, bowing their heads.
The Swim
The worst was just before the swim, standing in 70 F water and 60 F air temps. Most people had wetsuits. I did not.
12 minutes later, I'm at the half way mark. And then this surge of pink swim caps: the elite ladies from the next wave had caught me. I had a 5 minute headstart. Admittedly, they were excellent swimmers but it was still demoralizing to get caught so soon.
At some point, I think I took in some water with a bit of fuel from a jetski. Yum! They had oodles of them, and canoes, and kayaks. The most dangerous part of the tri was that if you did have trouble in the water, you'd be run over by a dozen nervous lifeguards on jetskis, as they sped to your rescue.
The Bike
Coming out of the swim was tough.... It was pretty chilly. I was nauseous and there were some pretty weird things going on (let's just end that thread there).
On the bike, for some reason, it felt sluggish. I might have had "lead legs" or perhaps there was a problem with Blackbird. Dunno. It felt like the brakes were touching slightly. Gah!
About 4 miles in, I was ready to quit. This was seriously not fun. Ironically, in a mere 4 weeks after Mattoon, I was freezing on the bike and was in a massive spat with Blackbird.
Fight Back
I remembered the Calc exam and decided I'd fight back..... Not for a great time, as that would be impossible with an irritated steed. I decided to just enjoy the race. The rest of the bike was pleasant, if not fun. Thankfully I warmed up ok after a couple more miles.
The Run
Keen members of the CC Nation know that the Prime Directive is: Thou Shalt Not Walk. In that regard, the tri was a success! I hammered out 6.5 miles at a decent pace.
The Sprint
This was a major tri that serves as the primary race for many of the triathlon clubs in the midwest. So there was a lot of people there, and the MC had a microphone to track the action.
One part of the excitement was announcing the people (by name, via the bib #) as they ran onto the final chute -- a sprint of about 200 metres/yards.
My legs were burning and I was pretty much done with this event, but I decided to have some fun. I knew I could light the afterburners, and I found it pretty ironic given my horrendous time.
So I lit 'em. Bingo, the MC yelled out that "these people from the StL Tri Club have a major kick at the end". With a lift of my arms into the air, I egged the crowd on to cheering a mediocre finish. Ah, the simple pleasures in life.
The Result
3 hours 20 minutes. Missed the arbitrary goal. The bike average was 15 mph, which is from the Butterscotch era (Ed's note: A rare reference to the 1st bike. see CC April 06.), and certainly strange for Blackbird. The run, which seemed good, was a glacial 9 minute pace.
But at least I didn't quit, as utterly seductive as that thought was....
I fought back.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
T Minus 10 Hours
This is the hardest part: the waiting. And packing. And waiting.
There is always apprehension that I'll forgot something for the triathlon, but there is a definite lack of intensity: my arch-rival won't be in this one. In fact, he may be done for the year as he is somewhat injured and yet focusing on the Chicago marathon.
Humanity thrives on competition:
The astronauts needed the cosmonauts.
The Montreal Canadians need the Toronto Maple Leafs.
The Yankees need the Red Sox.
Batman needs the Joker.
And I need the dreaded Jim G.
Ah well.... onward. Onward! I would have merely crushed him anyway, the big lug.
There is always apprehension that I'll forgot something for the triathlon, but there is a definite lack of intensity: my arch-rival won't be in this one. In fact, he may be done for the year as he is somewhat injured and yet focusing on the Chicago marathon.
Humanity thrives on competition:
The astronauts needed the cosmonauts.
The Montreal Canadians need the Toronto Maple Leafs.
The Yankees need the Red Sox.
Batman needs the Joker.
And I need the dreaded Jim G.
Ah well.... onward. Onward! I would have merely crushed him anyway, the big lug.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Für Laura M
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass-- Black, Pearl Jam
Of what was everything.
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad, turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be.
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a sun -- in somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine?
Here's to 6 years of wondering what went wrong and a tribute to a wonderfully dark song.
The Target: 3 hours 15 minutes
The 1/4 Ironman is Sunday. It is a strange comparison to the Olympic distance that I did last year: the swim is shorter, but the bike and run are slightly longer.
I did the Olympic in about 3:15. All 3 legs were very good, but the transitions were weak.
So, I guess I'll shoot for that this year, for a lack of anything better. I am nowhere as fit this year though, I fear. The 1/3 DehydrationMan just wiped me out.
The thing is, up until the 1/3, I _was_ more fit. Generally, it has been a good year.
Hard to say.... A nice bonus is that a lot of people from the StL Tri Club will be out there. We are forming mini teams for a competition.
I did the Olympic in about 3:15. All 3 legs were very good, but the transitions were weak.
So, I guess I'll shoot for that this year, for a lack of anything better. I am nowhere as fit this year though, I fear. The 1/3 DehydrationMan just wiped me out.
The thing is, up until the 1/3, I _was_ more fit. Generally, it has been a good year.
Hard to say.... A nice bonus is that a lot of people from the StL Tri Club will be out there. We are forming mini teams for a competition.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Black Panther
I awoke the other night to unholy moans and wails. It was like a work by Dante at 3 am.
Some cats were out on my patio deck. I think one of them was in heat or something. I've heard (and blogged) that caterwauling is quite a racket but good grief. It was crazy.
Bleary-eyed, I arose to check things out and turned on the outside light for the deck. One cat was up on the roofing and another was just sitting there, oblivious to the light.
Slowly, it stood up and stalked off. It crossed the deck slowly as though on the hunt, its massive shoulders swaying from side to side with each feline step.
One tidbit: it was black.
Chicago! The attack-cat has returned, and possibly after a trans-gender operation of some kind. (Editor's note: ultra keen members of the CC Nation will recall that we suspected Chicago as being female last year, with no confirmation).
Good to know the bugger is still alive. Though s/he never writes or calls and could have picked a better time to start wailing on my deck.
Some cats were out on my patio deck. I think one of them was in heat or something. I've heard (and blogged) that caterwauling is quite a racket but good grief. It was crazy.
Bleary-eyed, I arose to check things out and turned on the outside light for the deck. One cat was up on the roofing and another was just sitting there, oblivious to the light.
Slowly, it stood up and stalked off. It crossed the deck slowly as though on the hunt, its massive shoulders swaying from side to side with each feline step.
One tidbit: it was black.
Chicago! The attack-cat has returned, and possibly after a trans-gender operation of some kind. (Editor's note: ultra keen members of the CC Nation will recall that we suspected Chicago as being female last year, with no confirmation).
Good to know the bugger is still alive. Though s/he never writes or calls and could have picked a better time to start wailing on my deck.
Quagmire
I'm as enthusiastic as ever about some new website ventures.... It has been slow going lately though.
I don't know what is happening but I'm in a rut where I come home and nap until 8 pm and then do a little project until about 10 pm.... Then off to bed. Have a relatively frustrating day at work and repeat.
No workouts, no piano, no socializing. Hopefully the tri on Sunday will jolt me out of this rut.
I can't believe last year, where I was doing a tri every other weekend and dating someone. Crazy! Though last year I was very comfortable with my work situation and was excelling at it. That's probably the key right there.
We do not like average performance.
I don't know what is happening but I'm in a rut where I come home and nap until 8 pm and then do a little project until about 10 pm.... Then off to bed. Have a relatively frustrating day at work and repeat.
No workouts, no piano, no socializing. Hopefully the tri on Sunday will jolt me out of this rut.
I can't believe last year, where I was doing a tri every other weekend and dating someone. Crazy! Though last year I was very comfortable with my work situation and was excelling at it. That's probably the key right there.
We do not like average performance.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
The Wild Man Part One
I have a cousin known as "the wild man" (Jeff). He deserves a much longer post but for now let's just say he lives life to the fullest and hates to lose even more than me.
For any endeavour, there is a mode of competition known as "I'll see you in hell": essentially, that one will sacrifice anything to win. I have it in good measure but Jeff has it in spades.
Within weeks of my attaining the Miracle Mile of 6 minutes, he matched me.
Today he wrote to me with these little tidbits:
(a) He ran a mile in 5:50 (which is exponentially more difficult than 6 minutes).
(b) He plans to quit smoking really soon now.
*sigh*. I've been outrun by a wheezing chimney. That's Jeff in a nutshell.
For any endeavour, there is a mode of competition known as "I'll see you in hell": essentially, that one will sacrifice anything to win. I have it in good measure but Jeff has it in spades.
Within weeks of my attaining the Miracle Mile of 6 minutes, he matched me.
Today he wrote to me with these little tidbits:
(a) He ran a mile in 5:50 (which is exponentially more difficult than 6 minutes).
(b) He plans to quit smoking really soon now.
*sigh*. I've been outrun by a wheezing chimney. That's Jeff in a nutshell.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Quotable
(American humour ahead -- it's hard to please everyone with one quote)
Today, Fred Thompson, of Law and Order fame, began his long-awaited candidacy for president in Iowa aboard his campaign bus. After spending a day in Iowa on a bus, he said "Screw this" and returned to television. -- Conan O'Brien
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Suddenly I'm Not Half the Man I Used To Be
Editor's Note: Legions of the CC Nation have been wondering why things are quiet on here. To be honest, I have been exhausted and bummed out about picking a name for a new venture. However, things are underway on that front! Stay tuned.
The big news coming out of the weekend is that I tried to bike 40+ miles. No good. I don't know what is wrong but my knee gets sore at about 25 miles. Even after having another "bike fit" to make sure that things are ok.
I don't think it is serious, but it is a no-brainer regarding the 1/2 Iron. I'm out.
Thankfully, they have shorter distances so I'm in the 1/4 Ironman, which is known, I believe, as the Pewterman (not really). I have done this distance (approximately) last year and naturally the 1/3 Iron in August.
I had the knee pain prior to the 1/3 Iron but hammered out 38 miles. It might have been the adrenalin or possibly dementia from the (well-documented) dehydration. Also, I had the foresight to fill a water-bottle with gin prior to the race.
Anyway, I'm not really disappointed. If anything, the 1/4 seems so easy in comparison that I have slacked off this week -- to the point that the 1/4 is going to be tough. LOL.
But no worries... we've been there before and it will be in the 80s at worst. That's chilly around here.
(Do you know it is so hot in the summer here that the grass turns brown? It just dies.)
The big news coming out of the weekend is that I tried to bike 40+ miles. No good. I don't know what is wrong but my knee gets sore at about 25 miles. Even after having another "bike fit" to make sure that things are ok.
I don't think it is serious, but it is a no-brainer regarding the 1/2 Iron. I'm out.
Thankfully, they have shorter distances so I'm in the 1/4 Ironman, which is known, I believe, as the Pewterman (not really). I have done this distance (approximately) last year and naturally the 1/3 Iron in August.
I had the knee pain prior to the 1/3 Iron but hammered out 38 miles. It might have been the adrenalin or possibly dementia from the (well-documented) dehydration. Also, I had the foresight to fill a water-bottle with gin prior to the race.
Anyway, I'm not really disappointed. If anything, the 1/4 seems so easy in comparison that I have slacked off this week -- to the point that the 1/4 is going to be tough. LOL.
But no worries... we've been there before and it will be in the 80s at worst. That's chilly around here.
(Do you know it is so hot in the summer here that the grass turns brown? It just dies.)
Monday, September 03, 2007
Guitar Lessons From The Real Deal
If you're into guitar, check this out... Here are some online guitar lessons from my bro-in-law
click here
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This is cool stuff because it brings back memories of seeing him play every Christmas. Some of these intro lessons don't do justice, but my bro can play like a mojo mofo, man....
He plays Randy Rhoads' stuff and it sounds like Randy. I play it and it sounds like me trying to play Randy.....
click here
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This is cool stuff because it brings back memories of seeing him play every Christmas. Some of these intro lessons don't do justice, but my bro can play like a mojo mofo, man....
He plays Randy Rhoads' stuff and it sounds like Randy. I play it and it sounds like me trying to play Randy.....
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Writer's Block
I'm planning another website based on the recent successes of the tech blog.
The name is of paramount importance. Unfortunately, I am paralyzed with indecision.
When writing quickly, I have some wit and creativity. Alas, now that I'm at the plate in the big leagues, my mojo is not strong. Gah!
Well... I do have several fine ideas but I'm waiting for The One.
Some people have kindly offered "non-compete assistance" where I can confide ideas in privacy. Thank you!
Here is a general question for readers.... Do you like website names that are more exotic (and do not relate to the content, per se) or website names that are minimalist and to the point?
An example of the former is Google or Amazon. An example of the latter is YouTube or Hotmail. Though perhaps these are poor examples because they are so popular. e.g. we tend to forget, now, how strange 'Google' seemed back in 1999.
The name is of paramount importance. Unfortunately, I am paralyzed with indecision.
When writing quickly, I have some wit and creativity. Alas, now that I'm at the plate in the big leagues, my mojo is not strong. Gah!
Well... I do have several fine ideas but I'm waiting for The One.
Some people have kindly offered "non-compete assistance" where I can confide ideas in privacy. Thank you!
Here is a general question for readers.... Do you like website names that are more exotic (and do not relate to the content, per se) or website names that are minimalist and to the point?
An example of the former is Google or Amazon. An example of the latter is YouTube or Hotmail. Though perhaps these are poor examples because they are so popular. e.g. we tend to forget, now, how strange 'Google' seemed back in 1999.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
More Exposure
Well, it was quite a "first night" with the new digital camera... (see previous post, Southern Exposure).
A weekly podcast called Java Posse also linked to the tech blog and even commented in their podcast.
In 10 days or so, I received enough hits to represent 40% of my previous total since Jan 07. And I had a big July.... Neat.
I was increasingly uncomfortable with having only one gender, so I added the other gender this weekend. Ha ha.... that wasn't as much fun but still funny. I used to work with the guy on the Harley. The guy in front of the pickup is well-known to some friends (a great guy).
click here
A weekly podcast called Java Posse also linked to the tech blog and even commented in their podcast.
In 10 days or so, I received enough hits to represent 40% of my previous total since Jan 07. And I had a big July.... Neat.
I was increasingly uncomfortable with having only one gender, so I added the other gender this weekend. Ha ha.... that wasn't as much fun but still funny. I used to work with the guy on the Harley. The guy in front of the pickup is well-known to some friends (a great guy).
click here
Saturday, August 25, 2007
The Bottom Line
I spoke to my friend Vic back on PEI just now.... He has been really busy but wanted to weigh in on the result of the 1/3 Ironman:
I'm telling you: you're done. It's over. Enough running around in the States in the crazy heat... Just come home, get a job at Deltaware (a local IT shop), find yourself a nice girl, and buy a cottage on the beach.
I'm telling you: you're done. It's over. Enough running around in the States in the crazy heat... Just come home, get a job at Deltaware (a local IT shop), find yourself a nice girl, and buy a cottage on the beach.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Southern Exposure
Back in February, I blogged about James Gosling. He received the Order of Canada (highest honour for a civilian) for his contributions to computer science. In particular, he created Java (i.e. he is a demi-god). He works at Sun in California (and as a "research fellow", he basically does whatever he wants).
Well, get this: my sticker/photo stunt (see previous post) is featured on Gosling's blog.
Click here
That photo is one of the first ones I took with my digital camera!
Gosling is huge -- a complete rock star -- in the geek community. For a tech blogger, this is like winning the Powerball (or 6/49 in Canada). I couldn't dream of a better outcome for a fun gag.
Well, get this: my sticker/photo stunt (see previous post) is featured on Gosling's blog.
Click here
That photo is one of the first ones I took with my digital camera!
Gosling is huge -- a complete rock star -- in the geek community. For a tech blogger, this is like winning the Powerball (or 6/49 in Canada). I couldn't dream of a better outcome for a fun gag.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Out of My Shell
I remember being so shy in Grade 11 that, in a chemistry class, the teacher built a molecular model and asked us what it was. I had a hunch it was methanol, but couldn't bring myself to answer. Gradually, the teacher provided hints ("you might want to drink it but it would be bad news") that only confirmed my suspicion. Finally, someone else answered. It was pure torture.
In a moment, I'll share a link on the tech blog that shows I'm not so shy anymore. But some prep is necessary:
This is success of the highest order. See it here.
See: I'm not so shy anymore ;-)
In a moment, I'll share a link on the tech blog that shows I'm not so shy anymore. But some prep is necessary:
- The new digital camera is fun.
- A closure is an exotic construction in computer languages. It is absent from Java, but some people are pushing for its inclusion into that language. The movement is led by a man, N.G., who works for a company in California. You may have heard of it: Google.
- In geek speak, saying "+1" means that you are in favour of a proposal.
- Many geeks use Google Alerts for "reputation management" to find new posts that use their name.
This is success of the highest order. See it here.
See: I'm not so shy anymore ;-)
Monday, August 13, 2007
Atonement
After a week of re-hydrating and general gluttony, it was time to get back at it.
If I am going to do this 1/2 Ironman, I need to swim 1.2 miles.
So, tonight, I did.
80 lengths = 2 km = 1.2 miles. ~50 minutes which is a new personal best.
That's one down.
If I am going to do this 1/2 Ironman, I need to swim 1.2 miles.
So, tonight, I did.
80 lengths = 2 km = 1.2 miles. ~50 minutes which is a new personal best.
That's one down.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Summit Meeting
CC Newswire
St Louis, MO
August 2007
The CC Newswire reports that Captain Canuck had a summit meeting with The Weather today. The surprising development comes hot on the heels of a week of intense jabs between the two parties.
Last weekend, CC cited grievances against The Weather for "egregiously interfering with a triathlon with oppressive heat" and "generally bumming everyone out". The Weather shot back in a press release, noting CC's "sketchy" behaviour of "commuting alone" and driving cars in a manner described as "running 'er up through the gears at every opportunity". CC went on the offensive, claiming that said charges involved The Climate, and that The Weather famously changes to suit its capricious whim.
Today, CC walked with The Weather for 3 miles. Both parties emerged from the session with smiles and handshakes, but it is unclear if the tensions have subsided. The Weather told reporters "it was a positive session, and I think we can move forward". CC was not available for comment, saying he had to go home and shower.
St Louis, MO
August 2007
The CC Newswire reports that Captain Canuck had a summit meeting with The Weather today. The surprising development comes hot on the heels of a week of intense jabs between the two parties.
Last weekend, CC cited grievances against The Weather for "egregiously interfering with a triathlon with oppressive heat" and "generally bumming everyone out". The Weather shot back in a press release, noting CC's "sketchy" behaviour of "commuting alone" and driving cars in a manner described as "running 'er up through the gears at every opportunity". CC went on the offensive, claiming that said charges involved The Climate, and that The Weather famously changes to suit its capricious whim.
Today, CC walked with The Weather for 3 miles. Both parties emerged from the session with smiles and handshakes, but it is unclear if the tensions have subsided. The Weather told reporters "it was a positive session, and I think we can move forward". CC was not available for comment, saying he had to go home and shower.
New Wheels Confirmed
My sister wisely pointed out that if anyone could pull off a "I just bought a Porsche" hoax, it's Richard.
But here's visual proof! A roadster in the summer on PEI... My my. That is the life.
Congrats, Rich!
The Apple Of My Eye
I went to an Apple store this weekend. Wow, wow, wow.
I have been eyeing a new Macbook Pro for awhile now. BryGuy's looks fantastic.
In stores now, a new eye-catcher is the 24-inch iMac (seen here).
It is an artifact from the future: a giant screen hovering on its pedestal and nothing else. Straight out of Star Trek.
I have been eyeing a new Macbook Pro for awhile now. BryGuy's looks fantastic.
In stores now, a new eye-catcher is the 24-inch iMac (seen here).
It is an artifact from the future: a giant screen hovering on its pedestal and nothing else. Straight out of Star Trek.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Optimizers and Satisfizers
I once saw a keynote speech about those who optimize decisions with extreme analysis versus those who form criteria, make a decision, and don't look back. Satisfizers tend to be happier, I suspect...
I am an optimizer and have been contemplating a new digital camera and camcorder (and computer LOL). Well, one down: I just bought a new digital camera. I went with the "satisfizer" approach: I had some modest criteria and just bought one this afternoon, predicated on (a) the honesty of a boutique salesperson (who seemed trust-worthy) and (b) the fact that most electronics are extremely close in terms of performance and reliability.
I am not going to go to Amazon or Consumer Reports and look up the ratings for my purchase. I'm just going to enjoy it. This is a new venture for me (the car turned out to be very similar in the end).
Anyway, look out bars.... Here I come. Ladies with geek stickers, as shown here on the tech blog (with a borrowed cam).
And when I get the video camera... well, to paraphrase Jack Nicholson as the Riddler on Batman: just wait till they get a load of me (on YouTube).
ps. StL is a small world. A friend recently saw the post on ladies with stickers and knew one of them from softball. LOL
pps. I may need help with uploading pics from my computer. My current lame computer doesn't have working USB ports.
ppps. Thanks to everyone who, on email, gave me recommendations on their cameras!
I am an optimizer and have been contemplating a new digital camera and camcorder (and computer LOL). Well, one down: I just bought a new digital camera. I went with the "satisfizer" approach: I had some modest criteria and just bought one this afternoon, predicated on (a) the honesty of a boutique salesperson (who seemed trust-worthy) and (b) the fact that most electronics are extremely close in terms of performance and reliability.
I am not going to go to Amazon or Consumer Reports and look up the ratings for my purchase. I'm just going to enjoy it. This is a new venture for me (the car turned out to be very similar in the end).
Anyway, look out bars.... Here I come. Ladies with geek stickers, as shown here on the tech blog (with a borrowed cam).
And when I get the video camera... well, to paraphrase Jack Nicholson as the Riddler on Batman: just wait till they get a load of me (on YouTube).
ps. StL is a small world. A friend recently saw the post on ladies with stickers and knew one of them from softball. LOL
pps. I may need help with uploading pics from my computer. My current lame computer doesn't have working USB ports.
ppps. Thanks to everyone who, on email, gave me recommendations on their cameras!
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Cute Nurses and Good Friends
Out at Mattoon, IL, for the "Mattoon Man" (1/3 Iron). I had just finished the bike at about 3 hours. The heat was insufferable (at least mid-90s F) but I had hoped to summon enough energy to make the 8.5 mile run.
(Long time fans of CC know that the absolute tri goal is: don't stop running -- no walking. )
I was definitely knackered by the 38 mile bike, but generally things were looking good: I was ahead of schedule, hydrating/fueling well, and had a few CC tri fantasies in my head for the inevitable blog posts. The goal was not to run hard: just to run. I had seen Vic's comment: don't kill yourself. A good plan.
At mile 2, I noticed that the strips of black tar over the cracks in the road had sneaker prints in it. By mile 3, the tar was beginning to blister. I don't know if I have ever competed in such heat. I shuffled along at a glacial 11 minute pace. I was becoming disoriented. Many other competitors were walking.
At 3 1/4 miles, so was I. Game over. I walked several miles and tried to shuffle along for segments but it was unbearable. I remember having a gel packet that I couldn't open because of sunscreen on my hands, yet in the weird calculus of my mind, I couldn't ask anyone to open it for me.
At mile 7, I had some water. It would be the last time I could keep anything down for hours. At mile 8, I was ill. Somehow, I managed to shuffle to the ignominious finish (56th of 58). I rested in the shade and had some more water: no go. Sick again.
Incredibly, I managed to arrange my stuff and go back to the motel for a nap. 3 hours later, I spoke to BryGuy on the phone; he watches out for his friends like no other, and was calling for his patented "check in". Concerned, he recommended a hospital. Bah! I'll be fine.... We agreed to talk later in the evening.
In the evening, I still haven't had anything... I spoke to BryGuy again, who thankfully enlisted medical advice (from an extremely well trusted source) and laid out the situation. There was no arguing: I knew he was right and took a cab to the ER.
Before long, that weird sensation of getting refueled by IV was underway.... I laid on the bed for 2 hours while listening to surprisingly detailed conversations at the nurses station.
And now, back home, all is well. I hate to disappoint the legion of loyal fans of CC dot com but no witty recaps. Mattoon beat me (since I walked) and the real story here is friendship and people who look out for people.
Thanks, BryGuy!
ps. Thanks to everyone for their pre-race support. JAK sent an e-card but I haven't been able to see it yet since Hallmark's site is down.
pps. Mattoon Man was very well-run. Safety was paramount and there were friendly volunteers throughout the course, and at every mile of the run. Finish time was 5 h 10 min.
(Long time fans of CC know that the absolute tri goal is: don't stop running -- no walking. )
I was definitely knackered by the 38 mile bike, but generally things were looking good: I was ahead of schedule, hydrating/fueling well, and had a few CC tri fantasies in my head for the inevitable blog posts. The goal was not to run hard: just to run. I had seen Vic's comment: don't kill yourself. A good plan.
At mile 2, I noticed that the strips of black tar over the cracks in the road had sneaker prints in it. By mile 3, the tar was beginning to blister. I don't know if I have ever competed in such heat. I shuffled along at a glacial 11 minute pace. I was becoming disoriented. Many other competitors were walking.
At 3 1/4 miles, so was I. Game over. I walked several miles and tried to shuffle along for segments but it was unbearable. I remember having a gel packet that I couldn't open because of sunscreen on my hands, yet in the weird calculus of my mind, I couldn't ask anyone to open it for me.
At mile 7, I had some water. It would be the last time I could keep anything down for hours. At mile 8, I was ill. Somehow, I managed to shuffle to the ignominious finish (56th of 58). I rested in the shade and had some more water: no go. Sick again.
Incredibly, I managed to arrange my stuff and go back to the motel for a nap. 3 hours later, I spoke to BryGuy on the phone; he watches out for his friends like no other, and was calling for his patented "check in". Concerned, he recommended a hospital. Bah! I'll be fine.... We agreed to talk later in the evening.
In the evening, I still haven't had anything... I spoke to BryGuy again, who thankfully enlisted medical advice (from an extremely well trusted source) and laid out the situation. There was no arguing: I knew he was right and took a cab to the ER.
Before long, that weird sensation of getting refueled by IV was underway.... I laid on the bed for 2 hours while listening to surprisingly detailed conversations at the nurses station.
And now, back home, all is well. I hate to disappoint the legion of loyal fans of CC dot com but no witty recaps. Mattoon beat me (since I walked) and the real story here is friendship and people who look out for people.
Thanks, BryGuy!
ps. Thanks to everyone for their pre-race support. JAK sent an e-card but I haven't been able to see it yet since Hallmark's site is down.
pps. Mattoon Man was very well-run. Safety was paramount and there were friendly volunteers throughout the course, and at every mile of the run. Finish time was 5 h 10 min.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Pre-Race Jitters
I used to do a little,
but the little wouldn't do it:
so the little got more and more.
I just keep trying
to get a little better:
just a little better than before.
-- Mr Brownstone, Guns n Roses
- The packing is the worst in terms of nerves. One does not want to drive 4 hours and leave something back in the apartment.
- I bought a high-end energy drink (like Gatorade only for pro's). Get this: 1/2 liter has 1200 calories! That's crazy! It is actually supposed to be sipped every hour. It's supposed to be easy on the stomach.
- My foot hurts for some reason and I haven't done a thing this week. Wunderbar.
- I have worked out a reasonable goal: 4 hours 30 minutes. We'll see. That presumes an average of 15 mph on the bike which will be tough for me. Btw, that's longer than the drive to the race (3.5 hours). That's crazy.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Meet Virginia
I'd like to ask Virginia Kerr out on a date.
She is on a local news program (CBS/Channel 4) in the mornings. Her hair is way longer now and she is cute as a button -- much more so than that silly media shot in the link.
Virginia, how about it? We'll along the river in my Civic Si and have a picnic along the bluffs. Wine, cheese, crackers... I'll bring my guitar and serenade you with a Spanish flamenco thing that I ripped off my bro-in-law. Poems. Witticisms. We can lay back and contemplate the duality of being huge media successes and yet ensnared in all its concomitant trappings.
It's not easy being power people in this town..... Drop me a line!
ps. Oops... So much for that idea.... This photo on her pseudo-blog shows the glittery ring.... Not a flattering photo (by design, if you read the post)
She is on a local news program (CBS/Channel 4) in the mornings. Her hair is way longer now and she is cute as a button -- much more so than that silly media shot in the link.
Virginia, how about it? We'll along the river in my Civic Si and have a picnic along the bluffs. Wine, cheese, crackers... I'll bring my guitar and serenade you with a Spanish flamenco thing that I ripped off my bro-in-law. Poems. Witticisms. We can lay back and contemplate the duality of being huge media successes and yet ensnared in all its concomitant trappings.
It's not easy being power people in this town..... Drop me a line!
ps. Oops... So much for that idea.... This photo on her pseudo-blog shows the glittery ring.... Not a flattering photo (by design, if you read the post)
Attention Bakers
It is amazing how many people tell me they could never have a blog, and then later tell me ideas for their non blog that they could never have. I work with a great guy who tells me a new idea for his non blog every day.
Everyone has at least one good blog in 'em. (I have 2 and possibly more on the way).
Here's a blog with a solid theme: a couple is getting married this year, and has substituted wedding cake with cupcakes, the baking of which will be done by a friend. (I may or may not know these people. I can never remember what I'm allowed to reveal. Identities are probably revealed in the text.)
The blog is all about the making of the cupcakes. Recipes, experiments, etc. For the right audience, it is a very good niche with a loyal fan base. Check it out!
ps. Sadly, there is no blog about the actual wedding! Hello?! People, what are your hopes? your dreams?
Everyone has at least one good blog in 'em. (I have 2 and possibly more on the way).
Here's a blog with a solid theme: a couple is getting married this year, and has substituted wedding cake with cupcakes, the baking of which will be done by a friend. (I may or may not know these people. I can never remember what I'm allowed to reveal. Identities are probably revealed in the text.)
The blog is all about the making of the cupcakes. Recipes, experiments, etc. For the right audience, it is a very good niche with a loyal fan base. Check it out!
ps. Sadly, there is no blog about the actual wedding! Hello?! People, what are your hopes? your dreams?
Monday, July 30, 2007
Wunderbar: Confirmation
VY2 has 2nded the motion put forth by Binky: my cousin Richard bought a used Porsche Boxster (click here)?!!
We need pics! Can someone email me Rich's phone number?
I wonder how many are even on The Island.... 2? 5?
Pretty big stuff
ps. I later realized that if The Island has grown to host Aerosmith (one of Rich's favorite bands btw) then certainly The Island has more than 2 Boxsters on it. I'll up my guess to a dozen... but I bet there isn't a dealership. Surely not?
We need pics! Can someone email me Rich's phone number?
I wonder how many are even on The Island.... 2? 5?
Pretty big stuff
ps. I later realized that if The Island has grown to host Aerosmith (one of Rich's favorite bands btw) then certainly The Island has more than 2 Boxsters on it. I'll up my guess to a dozen... but I bet there isn't a dealership. Surely not?
Strap Snap
Our hero, a handsome Orca whale, slices through the waters of the northern Pacific in preparation for a great voyage to come later in the week.
Strangely, the Pacific is sectioned off into lanes. And his highly tuned chemical receptors taste a high concentration of chlorine.
Throughout the water, many smaller fish frolic about. The great whale could dismember them at any moment, but he is focused on the task at hand. He glides past the junior fish and continues his strong, steady pace.
Before long, a Beluga whale drifts into his lane, seemingly oblivious to the scene. Frustrated, our hero sighs and stands up in 4 feet of Pacific seawater. The smell of kelp is in the air.
While plotting to take advantage of another lane, he takes off his goggles. And then it happens.
Snap!
Zounds! Our hero instantly realizes that this is not good: mere days before the upcoming triathlon, he suffers a goggle failure of some kind. Disaster! He looks at the equipment and sure enough: the strap has sheared off at a place that is impossible to fix.
Egad! This is not good. Goggles are not expensive but breaking them in takes weeks: it seems impossible to adjust them so that they don't leak and yet don't leave lacerations on one's visage.
Moments later, the great whale sits at the computer. Water rains down all over the chair and the floor. The Orca finds a tri-shop online and begins to click furiously. Time is of the essence.
Strangely, the Pacific is sectioned off into lanes. And his highly tuned chemical receptors taste a high concentration of chlorine.
Throughout the water, many smaller fish frolic about. The great whale could dismember them at any moment, but he is focused on the task at hand. He glides past the junior fish and continues his strong, steady pace.
Before long, a Beluga whale drifts into his lane, seemingly oblivious to the scene. Frustrated, our hero sighs and stands up in 4 feet of Pacific seawater. The smell of kelp is in the air.
While plotting to take advantage of another lane, he takes off his goggles. And then it happens.
Snap!
Zounds! Our hero instantly realizes that this is not good: mere days before the upcoming triathlon, he suffers a goggle failure of some kind. Disaster! He looks at the equipment and sure enough: the strap has sheared off at a place that is impossible to fix.
Egad! This is not good. Goggles are not expensive but breaking them in takes weeks: it seems impossible to adjust them so that they don't leak and yet don't leave lacerations on one's visage.
Moments later, the great whale sits at the computer. Water rains down all over the chair and the floor. The Orca finds a tri-shop online and begins to click furiously. Time is of the essence.
Old Home Week
Here are some miscellaneous factoids about home:
- Old Home Week is a festival in August on PEI. There is a parade, concerts, and a major horse race (harness racing) called the Gold Cup and Saucer.
- Miss C's fam (and BryGuy's soon-to-be fam) have sent a missive from their vacation on The Island. They are having a fun time but find the water at the beach to be pretty nippy. Like me, they find the temps to be a bit chilly (probably 70s) whereas the locals are suffering. LOL
- I have it from a reputable source that my cousin Richard has a new ride that is very cool indeed. And yet there are no photos to substantiate this claim! Help!
- Both Nickelback and Aerosmith played The Island this summer. That's just crazy and is a testament to the tourism planning board. Especially Aerosmith. The population of The entire Island is 140,000. I doubt if they could cram more than 15,000 at the venue, even if it was outside. That is so much better than when I was there.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Appetite for Destruction
Of course it would be a Saturday night.
Alone. In an introspective mood. In a bookstore.
I come across an issue of Rolling Stone that shouts that Guns N Roses' first effort came out 20 years ago.
Schisse.
I knew my high school reunion was at 20 years this year, but that's fine. I'm in a reasonably good place and never lie about my age: every year that goes by means that junior high is just one more year further back in the rearview mirror.
But the aging of music stings. Depending on your age, for you maybe it was a Beatles record. Or the Eagles. Or maybe it will be Nirvana (though I hope Pearl Jam instead). Or Alanis Morrisette. It doesn't really matter. We often freak out at the age of our context rather than us. Anyone who has a younger sibling that hits 30 knows this.
For me, it was Guns. A massively influential record at the last vestigial stage of adolescence, and being highly influenced by such things. I wanted to be some of these rockstars, and only one other as much as Axl Rose. To this day I could write a 5 page character sketch of him from interviews that I've read. Fascinating, tragic character actually.
Ah well.... I guess it is time for the dreaded retrospective. Forgive me (I hate long introspective blog posts). The good, the bad, and the ugly...
If you told me at 17 that I would be/have/etc.......
Neutral:
Alone. In an introspective mood. In a bookstore.
I come across an issue of Rolling Stone that shouts that Guns N Roses' first effort came out 20 years ago.
Schisse.
I knew my high school reunion was at 20 years this year, but that's fine. I'm in a reasonably good place and never lie about my age: every year that goes by means that junior high is just one more year further back in the rearview mirror.
But the aging of music stings. Depending on your age, for you maybe it was a Beatles record. Or the Eagles. Or maybe it will be Nirvana (though I hope Pearl Jam instead). Or Alanis Morrisette. It doesn't really matter. We often freak out at the age of our context rather than us. Anyone who has a younger sibling that hits 30 knows this.
For me, it was Guns. A massively influential record at the last vestigial stage of adolescence, and being highly influenced by such things. I wanted to be some of these rockstars, and only one other as much as Axl Rose. To this day I could write a 5 page character sketch of him from interviews that I've read. Fascinating, tragic character actually.
Ah well.... I guess it is time for the dreaded retrospective. Forgive me (I hate long introspective blog posts). The good, the bad, and the ugly...
If you told me at 17 that I would be/have/etc.......
Neutral:
- Not married, no kids. Not really surprising
- Undergraduate degree in Comp Sci. Fine
- I would see my family once a year, and have lil' cousins who don't know me.
- I still can't play most of the guitar tunes I wanted to learn. I peaked at 24.
- I have lost serious touch with the Canadian culture. I don't know the music, the jokes, or one of the official languages (though it is dormant).
- I'm alive (don't laugh)
- Triathlete? Are you kidding me!?!
- I play piano with better muscianship than guitar. (WTH?)
- I live in the United States. (whoa Nelly?)
- Master's from the University of Waterloo. (American readers: um, this is kind of a deal) Full scholarships for both schools with no student loans.
- Two great guy-in-laws are in the family: Bruce and Dave.
- Babies! Lots of babies with families and friends. I get to visit, coo, and then leave.
5 out of 4 People Have Trouble With Fractions
Well, in preparation for the 1/2 Ironman, I've signed up for a 1/3 Ironman next weekend, back out in Mattoon, IL.
This should be a good challenge: longer than the Olympic distance (which I have done) but not completely crazy.
I ran 9 miles Friday night and biked 28 miles this morning. My knee got really tight which is freaking me out but c'est la vie.
I was telling BryGuy just today that I have realized that it will be ok to not finish the 1/2 Ironman. Though I love t-shirts that say "Death before DNF", "2nd Place is the First Loser", etc, I'm not going to jeopardize my "tri career".
This should be a good challenge: longer than the Olympic distance (which I have done) but not completely crazy.
I ran 9 miles Friday night and biked 28 miles this morning. My knee got really tight which is freaking me out but c'est la vie.
I was telling BryGuy just today that I have realized that it will be ok to not finish the 1/2 Ironman. Though I love t-shirts that say "Death before DNF", "2nd Place is the First Loser", etc, I'm not going to jeopardize my "tri career".
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Here Comes That Funny Feeling Again
Well, I did it. I just registered for a Half Ironman in September. (See New Year's resolutions)
I am not where I want to be in terms of training but "le feu sous mon derriere" has just been ignited. (Fire under my butt)
This is definitely taking me outside of my comfort zone. I guess that is the point, n'est-ce-pas? But that funny feeling is so, er, uncomfortable!
The only solace is that I think I'm going to do a 1/3 Ironman in early August, back out at Mattoon IL. This year should be way better since I'll be driving a car that has AC.
I am not where I want to be in terms of training but "le feu sous mon derriere" has just been ignited. (Fire under my butt)
This is definitely taking me outside of my comfort zone. I guess that is the point, n'est-ce-pas? But that funny feeling is so, er, uncomfortable!
The only solace is that I think I'm going to do a 1/3 Ironman in early August, back out at Mattoon IL. This year should be way better since I'll be driving a car that has AC.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Pulling out of a Nose Dive
Back in black, hit the sack,The pool is the womb. The bike is my mistress. But running is my home, my 'hood, a church of sorts.
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back
Yes I'm let loose from the noose,
You've got to catch me if you want me to hang.
-- paraphrase of Back in Black by ACDC
After a lousy week of non-fitness and general stress: a lil' 1/2 marathon on a Friday night, and all is well.
13.1 miles.... Including breaks (which are the trick), about 2:15 which is getting strangely close to my race pace of ~2 hours.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
2 Goals = LED Feet
Woo-hoo! My cousin, Miss L.E.D., scored 2 goals back home in her weekly soccer game.
The press has reported that she also made some important saves as a netminder.
Congrats!
Mike aka CC
ps. In other Island news, fam of Miss C and soon-to-be-fam of BryGuy should be on the Island now. Say hello if you see 'em! (population of The Island is ~140,000). Hopefully there will be decent weather (I'm nervous).
The press has reported that she also made some important saves as a netminder.
Congrats!
Mike aka CC
ps. In other Island news, fam of Miss C and soon-to-be-fam of BryGuy should be on the Island now. Say hello if you see 'em! (population of The Island is ~140,000). Hopefully there will be decent weather (I'm nervous).
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Tour de Kirkwood !
Check out this article on the upcoming Tour de Kirkwood, 7/22.
Yo, Hegemom: Livi should check out the action, especially the swim! (Fred & Stacey's daughter is a natural born swimmer)
I will be out there, volunteering, in some capacity....
Quoteth:
Kathy Waldemer founded the triathlon in 2001 as a way to allow novice athletes to experience the thrill of participating in a triathlon in a non-competitive environment. "I wanted to be in a triathlon but was intimidated by the large crowds and the lake swim," she said.
She approached the City of Kirkwood about organizing a small event, and the city gave her the go-ahead. "Our first year started with only 11 participants and grew to over 150 participants last year," Waldemer said.
They anticipate more than 200 participants this year.
Proceeds from the race go to The Children’s Home Society of Missouri. This organization provides for social services and adoption services to families, as well as services for children with significant multiple developmental disabilities.
"Our goal is 100 percent of the race registration to go to charity," Conway said.
Yo, Hegemom: Livi should check out the action, especially the swim! (Fred & Stacey's daughter is a natural born swimmer)
I will be out there, volunteering, in some capacity....
Quoteth:
Kathy Waldemer founded the triathlon in 2001 as a way to allow novice athletes to experience the thrill of participating in a triathlon in a non-competitive environment. "I wanted to be in a triathlon but was intimidated by the large crowds and the lake swim," she said.
She approached the City of Kirkwood about organizing a small event, and the city gave her the go-ahead. "Our first year started with only 11 participants and grew to over 150 participants last year," Waldemer said.
They anticipate more than 200 participants this year.
Proceeds from the race go to The Children’s Home Society of Missouri. This organization provides for social services and adoption services to families, as well as services for children with significant multiple developmental disabilities.
"Our goal is 100 percent of the race registration to go to charity," Conway said.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Song Appreciation
The lyrics are prosaic, but the song rocks:
This song has been my backdrop for most of 2007. Interestingly, it doesn't relate to dating for me: I have sung it about a technical article, a 6-minute mile, a new car, a triathlon, and a work assignment.
'Tis an all-purpose anthem for getting it done. And a blast of rock-n-roll from a bygone era. Check it out. (Note that Buckcherry's lyrics, in general, are fairly explicit).
I've been trying all night long-- Next 2 You, Buckcherry
I put up with your favorite songs all night
Tempted by your tainted love
I surely like the way you come inside my crystal ball: what can I do?
Is it true what they say?
You won't give it away?
I don't know what to do to get next to you, next to you
Every night, everyday, you just push me away
Tell me what should I do to get next to you, next to you
This song has been my backdrop for most of 2007. Interestingly, it doesn't relate to dating for me: I have sung it about a technical article, a 6-minute mile, a new car, a triathlon, and a work assignment.
'Tis an all-purpose anthem for getting it done. And a blast of rock-n-roll from a bygone era. Check it out. (Note that Buckcherry's lyrics, in general, are fairly explicit).
Monday, July 16, 2007
Breakdown
"Gnuuuhhhhhhh!"
Our hero strains against the pedals of Blackbird, his iron steed. They climb slowly up the steep ascent, in slow motion -- almost stalled. The heat rises above the summit in shimmering waves. The morning fog burns off. High above, birds of prey glide effortlessly in thermal drafts.
It is the last leg of the Tour de France. Weirdly, it is being held in Ballwin, MO. Our hero wears the yellow jersey and hopes to bring victory home to his manic homeland: Canada.
He looks back. Egad! The pack is closing in, full of Americans and some Italians. His nefarious rivals lick their chops like wolves homing in on a newborn fawn.
Our hero considers the road ahead: just over the summit, there is a dip and a sharp turn to the right. If timed properly, a technical yet risky gear-shift could vault him even further ahead of the goons behind. He confers with Blackbird. They elect to go for it.
As they crest the rise, CC shifts into a harder gear to maximize the brief descent, and seconds later, slams the shifters again in anticipation for the turn....
Zounds! The pedals slam to a stop: mechanical failure! Furiously, our hero backpedals, only to have the chain come off of the front cog! Disaster! The Dynamic Duo faces ignominious defeat!
He deftly hops off of Blackbird as the others zoom by. Bravely, he grabs the greasy chain and pulls it onto a cog, spinning the pedals with his foot. The chain catches. He hops back on and is literally off to the races.
Angry now, he and Blackbird form the inorganic union known as The Velocitizer. Fueled only by adrenalin, they shift into the strongest gear and quickly make up for lost time. One by one, they weave through the pack.......
The result is a smashing success. Ballwin Triathlon: 1 hour 2 minutes, beating last year's time of 1 hour 13 min.
ps. A major kudos to BryGuy and Traci for coming out to watch, replete with signs, no less. My own fan base!
Our hero strains against the pedals of Blackbird, his iron steed. They climb slowly up the steep ascent, in slow motion -- almost stalled. The heat rises above the summit in shimmering waves. The morning fog burns off. High above, birds of prey glide effortlessly in thermal drafts.
It is the last leg of the Tour de France. Weirdly, it is being held in Ballwin, MO. Our hero wears the yellow jersey and hopes to bring victory home to his manic homeland: Canada.
He looks back. Egad! The pack is closing in, full of Americans and some Italians. His nefarious rivals lick their chops like wolves homing in on a newborn fawn.
Our hero considers the road ahead: just over the summit, there is a dip and a sharp turn to the right. If timed properly, a technical yet risky gear-shift could vault him even further ahead of the goons behind. He confers with Blackbird. They elect to go for it.
As they crest the rise, CC shifts into a harder gear to maximize the brief descent, and seconds later, slams the shifters again in anticipation for the turn....
Zounds! The pedals slam to a stop: mechanical failure! Furiously, our hero backpedals, only to have the chain come off of the front cog! Disaster! The Dynamic Duo faces ignominious defeat!
He deftly hops off of Blackbird as the others zoom by. Bravely, he grabs the greasy chain and pulls it onto a cog, spinning the pedals with his foot. The chain catches. He hops back on and is literally off to the races.
Angry now, he and Blackbird form the inorganic union known as The Velocitizer. Fueled only by adrenalin, they shift into the strongest gear and quickly make up for lost time. One by one, they weave through the pack.......
The result is a smashing success. Ballwin Triathlon: 1 hour 2 minutes, beating last year's time of 1 hour 13 min.
ps. A major kudos to BryGuy and Traci for coming out to watch, replete with signs, no less. My own fan base!
Sunday, July 15, 2007
King Louie, we barely knew ye
This is sad news for locals. King Louie's was my favorite restaurant in town, and many people had wonderful memories there.
I'm not sure if it is the city or MODOT (state agency for highways etc) is to blame, but it is a shame all around.
Quoteth:
King Louie's Restaurant, which would have been open 13 years this fall, has closed and will not reopen.
Owner Matt McGuire, son of former Post-Dispatch reporter John McGuire, blamed the loss of business on construction on the Chouteau Avenue Bridge off Vandeventer Avenue.
From this article
More reaction is here
I'm not sure if it is the city or MODOT (state agency for highways etc) is to blame, but it is a shame all around.
Quoteth:
King Louie's Restaurant, which would have been open 13 years this fall, has closed and will not reopen.
Owner Matt McGuire, son of former Post-Dispatch reporter John McGuire, blamed the loss of business on construction on the Chouteau Avenue Bridge off Vandeventer Avenue.
From this article
More reaction is here
Saturday, July 14, 2007
First Half '07: a report card
Here's a fairly self-indulgent post. At least it will be brief.... A quick look at the targets for the year and my current situation.
Fitness
The 2 goals were 1/2 Ironman and a marathon. I am way off track on both. However, I beat Jim G again, had some crazy long runs at the gym, and ran the 6 minute mile (repeatedly). Grade: B
Career Part 1
The meat and potatoes of my career is my daily work. It is not going especially well and I don't enjoy it. The people are very nice though and the commute has proven to be less tortuous than I feared. Grade: C
Career Part 2
The extracurricular part of my career is going fantastic. 2 articles now and some nice props from within the organization. And the tech blog is exceeding expectations. Grade: A+
Travel
Two great trips to Memphis and Phoenix... No Europe yet and sadly none likely. Also unlikely to see "home" until the holidays. There is always a hope that the first marathon will be back home in October. Grade: B
Piano
I am ashamed. I haven't played since March. Ugh. I get in this mode where I go off the rails and can't bear the pain of hearing how much I've degraded. It eats at me day after day. Grade: F
Vehicle
I traded in Herbie before he blew up, and got a fun, functional ride. Very happy with Rowdy. Grade: A
And so there you have it... I never had letter grades in school: do you average 'em? Never had a GPA either... so to mix metaphors, I would say '07 gets 80% so far.
Fitness
The 2 goals were 1/2 Ironman and a marathon. I am way off track on both. However, I beat Jim G again, had some crazy long runs at the gym, and ran the 6 minute mile (repeatedly). Grade: B
Career Part 1
The meat and potatoes of my career is my daily work. It is not going especially well and I don't enjoy it. The people are very nice though and the commute has proven to be less tortuous than I feared. Grade: C
Career Part 2
The extracurricular part of my career is going fantastic. 2 articles now and some nice props from within the organization. And the tech blog is exceeding expectations. Grade: A+
Travel
Two great trips to Memphis and Phoenix... No Europe yet and sadly none likely. Also unlikely to see "home" until the holidays. There is always a hope that the first marathon will be back home in October. Grade: B
Piano
I am ashamed. I haven't played since March. Ugh. I get in this mode where I go off the rails and can't bear the pain of hearing how much I've degraded. It eats at me day after day. Grade: F
Vehicle
I traded in Herbie before he blew up, and got a fun, functional ride. Very happy with Rowdy. Grade: A
And so there you have it... I never had letter grades in school: do you average 'em? Never had a GPA either... so to mix metaphors, I would say '07 gets 80% so far.
Soccer Star Part 2
My cousin, Action Girl, scores another gooooooaaaall!
See pics here
Athleticism and, more generally, victory clearly run in the family.
Way to go, LED! You are making everyone proud.
Oh my, I just realized that my adorable cousin's initials are pure rock 'n' roll... wow.
See pics here
Athleticism and, more generally, victory clearly run in the family.
Way to go, LED! You are making everyone proud.
Oh my, I just realized that my adorable cousin's initials are pure rock 'n' roll... wow.
A No-Info Update
At CC, we receive tons of mail each week asking about the site. Our intern staff wade through these missives to try and sort out the questions into categories.
A common theme lately is Chicago, the feral attack-cat who helped CC fight off the dreaded raccoons last summer.
Sad to say, no sign of Chicago for quite some time. I did see him in April, after the fairly cold winter, so he survived that long. But I have no idea where he is now. He may have migrated to a new part of the apt complex where food is available.
A common theme lately is Chicago, the feral attack-cat who helped CC fight off the dreaded raccoons last summer.
Sad to say, no sign of Chicago for quite some time. I did see him in April, after the fairly cold winter, so he survived that long. But I have no idea where he is now. He may have migrated to a new part of the apt complex where food is available.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Banzai !
A bit of a splash on my tech blog... I wrote a post on "seven wonders" on Sunday night. It was picked up by an aggregation tech news site and my hit rate is through the roof. Check out this graph...
Note this is for my tech blog, not CC. It has almost doubled my total hits in the span of 2 days. On the site DZone it hit #3 in terms of popularity. That's pretty cool.
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Not So Glamorous (A Day in the Life #14)
On Wednesday, July 4th, 11 am, the heat rises in a steamy shimmy above the lake. The mercury approaches 100 F. The humidity is relentless.
Our hero and Blackbird are on the Proving Grounds, cranking out lap after lap. He eases past roller-bladers, bicyclists, walkers, children, dogs.
At mile 28 of 35, there are no heroes, no velocitizers, no arch-rivals. Just heat and sweat.
He looks around, feeling lonesome. "This kinda sucks", he muses aloud.
He wipes his brow and peddles on.
Our hero and Blackbird are on the Proving Grounds, cranking out lap after lap. He eases past roller-bladers, bicyclists, walkers, children, dogs.
At mile 28 of 35, there are no heroes, no velocitizers, no arch-rivals. Just heat and sweat.
He looks around, feeling lonesome. "This kinda sucks", he muses aloud.
He wipes his brow and peddles on.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Happy Independence Day, USA !
I hope everyone has a very happy and safe 4th of July!
I'm honoured to be a guest in the land of the free. When one thinks about the genesis of the country and the principles of the time, it's pretty cool stuff. It is easy for every country to be cyncical about 'the system' but this system of the "American experiment", when viewed through the prism of history, is profound and wildly successful.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Blog tag for Mom
In honour of her birthday, why not more blog tags?
1. Mom made my sister and I go to bed pretty early. I remember being 7 years old and going to bed before it was dark in the summer. Years later, both my sister and I reaped major academic awards. I think there is a direct connection.
2. She does a cryptoquote and crossword every day.
3. Not only an award-winning baker (see previous blog tag) but also an excellent cook. I now (and for years) appreciate the good food. Every time I go home at Christmas, there are some key dishes made. Even though I eat just fine here in the USA, I think a part of me starves between visits. True for all of us, re: home, I think.
4. Mom is a very good listener. A lot of people in our family seek her council on a wide-range of stuff, from taxes to medical sanity checks. And if she doesn't know, she'll tell you straight.
5. She once drove a Pontiac Lemans back when the gas was leaded and the engines were monsters. Once, I had gotten a deep cut at school and required stitches. Rumour has it that the old "Bronze Lemans" hauled serious ass up our road as she came to get me. Smoke show and a bit of a wheelstand!
Happy Birthday, Mom
1. Mom made my sister and I go to bed pretty early. I remember being 7 years old and going to bed before it was dark in the summer. Years later, both my sister and I reaped major academic awards. I think there is a direct connection.
2. She does a cryptoquote and crossword every day.
3. Not only an award-winning baker (see previous blog tag) but also an excellent cook. I now (and for years) appreciate the good food. Every time I go home at Christmas, there are some key dishes made. Even though I eat just fine here in the USA, I think a part of me starves between visits. True for all of us, re: home, I think.
4. Mom is a very good listener. A lot of people in our family seek her council on a wide-range of stuff, from taxes to medical sanity checks. And if she doesn't know, she'll tell you straight.
5. She once drove a Pontiac Lemans back when the gas was leaded and the engines were monsters. Once, I had gotten a deep cut at school and required stitches. Rumour has it that the old "Bronze Lemans" hauled serious ass up our road as she came to get me. Smoke show and a bit of a wheelstand!
Happy Birthday, Mom
A Fun Post
I don't link very often to my tech blog but the readers of CC might enjoy this...
Check out my parody of a very popular tech gadget
Check out my parody of a very popular tech gadget
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Happy Canada Day
I am waving a small Canadian flag near my desk... Tough to be away from home today, especially with memories like this pic: this is the Parliament in Ottawa, with fireworks behind, over the Ottawa River, which flows betwixt anglophone Ontario and francophone Quebec. The symbolism is profound. If the defining historical struggle in the US is uniting black and white, ours is surely uniting the English and French.
Random... One time, when I lived in Kentucky, I was at a party. An older man heard that I was from Canada and thanked me/Canada for our help in the Iranian hostage crisis of 1979-1980. In brief, an ambassador, Ken Taylor, hid some Americans for many weeks in his official residence.
Here is a recent story about the great escape, in Wired magazine. The story is more about the CIA's plan to get the hostages out of the embassy, but it has this quote....
The Yankees said it, not me, so it's not bragging (?). Quoteth:
CIA cover stories are generally designed to be mundane and unlikely to attract attention. That's how Mendez's plan started out. He would use Canadian documentation for the Americans, because of the common language and similar culture — and, well, everybody loves Canadians.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Hello Laura, Soccer Star
dear Laura, (my cousin back on Prince Edward Island)
Congratulations on your big night in the first soccer game of the season.
A goal and an assist! Woo-hoo! That is fantastic!
The action photos are great... (click here)
Keep up the good work and have fun
Mike
Congratulations on your big night in the first soccer game of the season.
A goal and an assist! Woo-hoo! That is fantastic!
The action photos are great... (click here)
Keep up the good work and have fun
Mike
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Perspective, Again
There was a triathlon near Columbia, MO, yesterday. A young man in his 20s drowned during the swim. (Story is here).
He was close to the shore. I wonder if he had a heart condition. Though truly tragic, I don't think that this reflects a danger of triathlons.
He was not in the StL Tri club. I didn't know him nor does anyone in the club, based on the website posting. But it sure puts things in perspective.
So, too, does this: when the racers/organizers realized a guy went under, all of the swimmers stopped and formed a human chain to find him. The race was completely set aside until he was in the care of the medical team, as it should be.
He was close to the shore. I wonder if he had a heart condition. Though truly tragic, I don't think that this reflects a danger of triathlons.
He was not in the StL Tri club. I didn't know him nor does anyone in the club, based on the website posting. But it sure puts things in perspective.
So, too, does this: when the racers/organizers realized a guy went under, all of the swimmers stopped and formed a human chain to find him. The race was completely set aside until he was in the care of the medical team, as it should be.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Revisiting Rowdy
More tidbits of the car.....
- I continue to wave at Miatas. The drivers find this odd, since they don't know why I'm waving.
- It is nice to have working AC, backup lights, and some confidence that I won't "cook the engine" at stoplights.
- DQR = Dependability, Quality, and Reliability. Though possibly redundant, this is Honda's mantra and I'm sold. The build quality is awesome and the engineering is genius. For example, the shifter comes out of the dash (Euro-style) which gives a ton of room for stuff down where it used to be. It is a bit weird though since my car looks like it is very happy to see you.
- Between the seats there is a sliding panel which reveals 2 cup holders. But _that_ thing slides as well for another cubbyhole: double-secret hiding spot for a wallet etc.
- It is so easy to get in and out! The car is a low-rider hatchback and yet feels like a minivan compared to the Miata.
- The seats are fantastic. Great support with little wings at the edges. They are mostly cloth with suede leather edges, and red stitching which is a motif throughout the interior.
- As I get used to the shifter, I drive much more aggressively now. It'll hum along when it wants to. Though that Subaru is still the rocket ship.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
World Gas Prices
From Wired magazine: recent gas prices around the world. For those who know my dad, this is like a belated father's day gift.
Price per US gallon, US dollars:
Price per US gallon, US dollars:
$6.65 London
$6.53 Paris
$5.62 Rome
$3.57 Sydney
$3.28 Toronto
$2.69 Chicago
$2.44 Bejing
$2.32 Buenos Aires
$1.19 Bagdad
$0.86 Cairo
Sunday, June 17, 2007
A Team Effort
Our hero grimaces. "Damn bugs," he mutters and spits.
He is in the tri-position, cutting through the air at 18 mph, forming a triangle on his trusty steed, out in the open fields of St Peters, MO. So far, so good: he has maintained his lead over the dreaded Jim G during the swim, and had a relatively good T1. Despite awakening at 5:45 am, his legs feel energized. It is 8 am. The sun beats down on a long stream of cyclists, who have emerged from the long winter to celebrate the first tri of the summer. Our hero looks ahead to the turn-around point, halfway of the 20 mile bike. No sight of his nefarious arch-rival since the swim.
Parched, he pulls the water bottle up to his lips. Zounds! In an instant, the bottle slips and falls to the ground. He stops to retrieve it and notices the mileage indicator on his bike: 666 miles.
Not good: evil is in the air. Our hero's nostrils flare at the sense of danger.
Soon, at the halfway point, he glances backwards: Double zounds! The insidious Jim G has closed the gap, and is merely a few lengths back, seemingly appearing out of nowhere!
As the two cyclists bear down, Jim approaches, inexorably. He pulls his water bottle and good-naturedly tries to spray our hero. They smile. They chat.
But the subtext is clear: game on.
With his spinning-class training over the winter, Jim G pulls into the lead. Our hero grunts and tries to stay close, but not so close as to incur a drafting penalty. They cycle this way for over 7 miles, each rider giving no quarter to the other.
Finally, with 2 miles to go in the bike, our hero pulls alongside of the villain. They chat again. Father's Day. Sunny. Pleasantries abound, but the time is getting near....
They approach a hill: a long grade that stretches for 1/4 mile. Our hero's legs are already burning. A strong runner, he will probably win that leg of the event, but the time to make hay is now. A triathlete can never concede a leg, and certainly not the bike, where the high velocity equates to bigtime distance, compared to the run.
Our hero grimaces once more, and then, miraculously, the calvary arrives... A new player awakens and joins the fray.
Blackbird! More commonly known as one half of a semi-organic velocitizer, our hero's trusty steed seems to shed weight as they ascend the slope. The team transforms from a velocity vehicle to an anti-gravitron device! In virtually no time, the dreaded Jim G and his evil, unnamed steed fall back. At the halfway part of the grade, he is dozens of lengths back. Our hero peddles furiously -- almost impotently -- in a super-easy gear but he and Blackbird pull up the grade as though on a rope-pull at a ski slope. At the top, a long descent, and then a curve. At the end of the curve, the villain is no longer in sight!
Blackbird and our hero quickly dispatch the rest of the bike leg. With a friendly pat to his glorious steed, he transitions at T2 and dashes off for the run. With the heat beating down, and having suffered a major psychological blow, Jim G has no chance. 40 minutes and 5 grueling miles later, CC crosses the finish line in triumph.
CC/Blackbird 1 Jim G 0
He is in the tri-position, cutting through the air at 18 mph, forming a triangle on his trusty steed, out in the open fields of St Peters, MO. So far, so good: he has maintained his lead over the dreaded Jim G during the swim, and had a relatively good T1. Despite awakening at 5:45 am, his legs feel energized. It is 8 am. The sun beats down on a long stream of cyclists, who have emerged from the long winter to celebrate the first tri of the summer. Our hero looks ahead to the turn-around point, halfway of the 20 mile bike. No sight of his nefarious arch-rival since the swim.
Parched, he pulls the water bottle up to his lips. Zounds! In an instant, the bottle slips and falls to the ground. He stops to retrieve it and notices the mileage indicator on his bike: 666 miles.
Not good: evil is in the air. Our hero's nostrils flare at the sense of danger.
Soon, at the halfway point, he glances backwards: Double zounds! The insidious Jim G has closed the gap, and is merely a few lengths back, seemingly appearing out of nowhere!
As the two cyclists bear down, Jim approaches, inexorably. He pulls his water bottle and good-naturedly tries to spray our hero. They smile. They chat.
But the subtext is clear: game on.
With his spinning-class training over the winter, Jim G pulls into the lead. Our hero grunts and tries to stay close, but not so close as to incur a drafting penalty. They cycle this way for over 7 miles, each rider giving no quarter to the other.
Finally, with 2 miles to go in the bike, our hero pulls alongside of the villain. They chat again. Father's Day. Sunny. Pleasantries abound, but the time is getting near....
They approach a hill: a long grade that stretches for 1/4 mile. Our hero's legs are already burning. A strong runner, he will probably win that leg of the event, but the time to make hay is now. A triathlete can never concede a leg, and certainly not the bike, where the high velocity equates to bigtime distance, compared to the run.
Our hero grimaces once more, and then, miraculously, the calvary arrives... A new player awakens and joins the fray.
Blackbird! More commonly known as one half of a semi-organic velocitizer, our hero's trusty steed seems to shed weight as they ascend the slope. The team transforms from a velocity vehicle to an anti-gravitron device! In virtually no time, the dreaded Jim G and his evil, unnamed steed fall back. At the halfway part of the grade, he is dozens of lengths back. Our hero peddles furiously -- almost impotently -- in a super-easy gear but he and Blackbird pull up the grade as though on a rope-pull at a ski slope. At the top, a long descent, and then a curve. At the end of the curve, the villain is no longer in sight!
Blackbird and our hero quickly dispatch the rest of the bike leg. With a friendly pat to his glorious steed, he transitions at T2 and dashes off for the run. With the heat beating down, and having suffered a major psychological blow, Jim G has no chance. 40 minutes and 5 grueling miles later, CC crosses the finish line in triumph.
CC/Blackbird 1 Jim G 0
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Blog tag for Dad
In the spirit of blog tag, and the post for Mom, here are 5 things about my Dad.
1. He's as honest as they get. Not just in terms of money etc, but intellectual honesty, which I define as prioritizing truth over ego. If my Dad doesn't know the answer, he'll tell you. He also sees both sides of an issue as a true philosopher does.
2. There's not many answers that he doesn't know. He has spent a lifetime reading and learning about how stuff works: mechanical (his trade), electronics, you name it. As we grew up, Dad was always in a nearby room working on something. Fictional TV bores him.
3. Dad doesn't sit around much. In 30+ years or so, he has given blood 200+ times, volunteered for 25+ years for the fire department (a huge commitment -- imagine getting up at 3 am to dig out your driveway of snow, so you can go rescue someone's house), has been an elder in our church, and lately as been a civic leader, making it to deputy mayor of our town.
4. Here's one that may surprise even Island readers. When I was 6, two friends told my dad that I had stolen a little toy car. I don't remember getting a chance to testify but I do remember having my hide tanned right there and then, in front of the other boys. There is no greater humiliation. Years later, I understood and am grateful. I would (will?) do the same. "Time outs" didn't exist back then, and even now they don't build character.
5. He once bought an antique swather (kinda like this one) for $150. No one knows why.
Happy Father's Day to Charlie and all the Dads!
1. He's as honest as they get. Not just in terms of money etc, but intellectual honesty, which I define as prioritizing truth over ego. If my Dad doesn't know the answer, he'll tell you. He also sees both sides of an issue as a true philosopher does.
2. There's not many answers that he doesn't know. He has spent a lifetime reading and learning about how stuff works: mechanical (his trade), electronics, you name it. As we grew up, Dad was always in a nearby room working on something. Fictional TV bores him.
3. Dad doesn't sit around much. In 30+ years or so, he has given blood 200+ times, volunteered for 25+ years for the fire department (a huge commitment -- imagine getting up at 3 am to dig out your driveway of snow, so you can go rescue someone's house), has been an elder in our church, and lately as been a civic leader, making it to deputy mayor of our town.
4. Here's one that may surprise even Island readers. When I was 6, two friends told my dad that I had stolen a little toy car. I don't remember getting a chance to testify but I do remember having my hide tanned right there and then, in front of the other boys. There is no greater humiliation. Years later, I understood and am grateful. I would (will?) do the same. "Time outs" didn't exist back then, and even now they don't build character.
5. He once bought an antique swather (kinda like this one) for $150. No one knows why.
Happy Father's Day to Charlie and all the Dads!
Blackbird, meet Rowdy
Well, the new car has been "interesting" from a tri perspective.
A hatch/trunk rack won't work due to the spoiler.
A trailer hitch can't be installed due to the body work (it has a factory sport kit that is very popular with the younger set).
So your cyberscriber had to get handy: pop off the front tire and throw Blackbird in the back. This wasn't as easy as it sounds. I'm still trying to figure out if I put the front tire back on correctly.... A minor detail, considering I have a triathlon tomorrow.
Keen readers will note that there is a pillow in the back. This is to prop up the bike.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
If you want something done.....
... give it to a busy person. Indeed.
When I finished The 2nd Article, I put everything into neutral. I've worked out twice in June! Gah.... Now after a lot of celebratory food, fun times with friends, etc, I find myself feeling "un-fit" before the RecPlex Smackdown on Sunday.
(Well... my tech blog is going well, but aside from that, I have been unproductive and slacking).
Thankfully, a modest swim and moderate run tonight... I feel better *whew*. After a few days of slackitude, I feel like I've forgotten how to swim/bike/run.
ps. We received our start times for the tri. This tri has everyone starting in single file, swimming "in serpentine" through the pool. In our group, I'm first with Jim G starting 15 seconds behind. His neighbour, Ember, starts back a bit further. She will mow us down in the pool: she typically swims the 500 m two minutes faster than Jim G and I. I caught her on the run last fall though.
pps. It will be tempting to try and stay ahead of Jim for the entire tri, but I wonder if there is some gamemanship potential by letting him get ahead of me in the pool..... Interesting. The thought is to take it easy so that I am always just within reach, and let him burn out during the swim.
When I finished The 2nd Article, I put everything into neutral. I've worked out twice in June! Gah.... Now after a lot of celebratory food, fun times with friends, etc, I find myself feeling "un-fit" before the RecPlex Smackdown on Sunday.
(Well... my tech blog is going well, but aside from that, I have been unproductive and slacking).
Thankfully, a modest swim and moderate run tonight... I feel better *whew*. After a few days of slackitude, I feel like I've forgotten how to swim/bike/run.
ps. We received our start times for the tri. This tri has everyone starting in single file, swimming "in serpentine" through the pool. In our group, I'm first with Jim G starting 15 seconds behind. His neighbour, Ember, starts back a bit further. She will mow us down in the pool: she typically swims the 500 m two minutes faster than Jim G and I. I caught her on the run last fall though.
pps. It will be tempting to try and stay ahead of Jim for the entire tri, but I wonder if there is some gamemanship potential by letting him get ahead of me in the pool..... Interesting. The thought is to take it easy so that I am always just within reach, and let him burn out during the swim.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Two out of Three Ain't Enough
This past weekend, I think I was home for about 12 hours... A lot of catch-up to do.
First, I have been quiet but ultra-keen readers will know:
No, the final series wasn't really close but Ottawa finished in the middle of their conference. I picked them in July 2006....
Ah well.
First, I have been quiet but ultra-keen readers will know:
- In July 06 I bought bets for the Cards to win the World Series and for the Colts to win the Superbowl.
- I bought three tickets.
No, the final series wasn't really close but Ottawa finished in the middle of their conference. I picked them in July 2006....
Ah well.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Fast Facts
- My article (for work) is done! *whew* It cost me 2 full, gorgeous weekends and several week nights, but it was a true learning experience.
- I have to thank Bill G and Microsoft: I have left my computer running for 3+ weeks, to try and avoid the dreaded boot problem. It has been running like a champ. Because of the article, it was _vital_ that it stay running. Merci.
- No fluke: I ran 5 miles as warm-up and then another miracle mile: 6:00 minutes. C'est vraiment bon.
- Game off: the track series (with the dreaded Jim G) was moved to another high school, so we are missing all of the track events. This is tragic. However, the triathlon is still on.
Monday, June 04, 2007
A Special 'Tour de Cure'
I ran into (almost literally) Miss Jess on the bike trail tonight.
She is gearing up for the Tour De Cure (see here), a charity bike ride for Diabetes.
I have made a donation at a level that gets names put on her team's shirts. It is a memorial for my Uncle Nick and my cousin Gail.
Nick had diabetes late in life, and lost both legs to it. He was a true character and put a lot of sunlight into my first few months in Ontario where I went to grad school. Though he had plenty of reasons to be dour, he could cheer a room like nobody's business.
Gail, his daughter, passed away from breast cancer. She was one of the sweetest people I have ever met.
They are survived by my beloved Aunt Millie and her daughter Karen. Karen is truly warm and generous. Aunt Millie worked hard as a waitress until she was 60+. She would get up at 5 am to catch the bus, and upon returning home, could tell a routine story about a customer and have you crying from laughing so hard. She is the best.
Good luck, Jess!
She is gearing up for the Tour De Cure (see here), a charity bike ride for Diabetes.
I have made a donation at a level that gets names put on her team's shirts. It is a memorial for my Uncle Nick and my cousin Gail.
Nick had diabetes late in life, and lost both legs to it. He was a true character and put a lot of sunlight into my first few months in Ontario where I went to grad school. Though he had plenty of reasons to be dour, he could cheer a room like nobody's business.
Gail, his daughter, passed away from breast cancer. She was one of the sweetest people I have ever met.
They are survived by my beloved Aunt Millie and her daughter Karen. Karen is truly warm and generous. Aunt Millie worked hard as a waitress until she was 60+. She would get up at 5 am to catch the bus, and upon returning home, could tell a routine story about a customer and have you crying from laughing so hard. She is the best.
Good luck, Jess!
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Hockey Night in Canada (HNIC)
Mercifully, I get to see game 3 of the hockey playoffs tonight. On a Saturday night, no less! (HNIC has been a tradition on Saturday night since the 1920s on radio and 1950s on TV. HNIC broadcasters are legendary. Here, it was NBC and not CBC, but no complaints.)
Having lived in Ottawa for 2 years, and it being the capital of the Motherland, I was looking forward to the game and of course the national anthems.
The opening anthems may have been the best I have ever seen. A portly, gray-haired military guy with an operatic voice belted out the US anthem. Visitors first, per tradition.
And then the Canadian version. My my... I didn't tear up but it was close.
The first part was in English; the 2nd in French. And then he held the microphone up and, in a premediated move by the arena, allowed the fans to sing the last part of the anthem.
It was electric, even way down here in the midwest USA.
It has been a long, long time since I have felt so alone and yet so connected.
ps. My only hope is that it goes onto YouTube, as I didn't think to record it.
Having lived in Ottawa for 2 years, and it being the capital of the Motherland, I was looking forward to the game and of course the national anthems.
The opening anthems may have been the best I have ever seen. A portly, gray-haired military guy with an operatic voice belted out the US anthem. Visitors first, per tradition.
And then the Canadian version. My my... I didn't tear up but it was close.
The first part was in English; the 2nd in French. And then he held the microphone up and, in a premediated move by the arena, allowed the fans to sing the last part of the anthem.
It was electric, even way down here in the midwest USA.
It has been a long, long time since I have felt so alone and yet so connected.
ps. My only hope is that it goes onto YouTube, as I didn't think to record it.
Friday, June 01, 2007
Joyeux Juin!
Here's wishing everyone a Happy June.... and a special shout out:
Word up, Avondale, PEI! Good luck...
whoo!
Word up, Avondale, PEI! Good luck...
whoo!
The Car Revisited
Here are some tidbits on the car, so far:
- A Civic is not high on the luxury list, but an unexpected twist is that it _feels_ luxurious compared to the old ride. An Infiniti would have totally been wasted on me.
- It's easy to get in and out of. It smells nice. Very pleasant experience.
- I have learned that this generation of Civic Si's are not highly regarded in the "import tuner"/racer community. But I don't care.
- That is worth repeating: this thing has a rubbery shifter, and a ponderous feel in the corners. But I don't care! It's great.
- I recently saw in a movie trailer that "you don't pick a car: it picks you". That describes last Saturday pretty well. It just won me over.
- I don't like Honda's aesthetic at all but Rowdy just looked cool to me. But I _do_ respect Honda's engineering and build quality. Top notch.
- Times have changed: the entry level ride at Honda is now the "Fit", not the Civic.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Winning the Pool
Many friends have an unofficial pool going that states that CC will not get a new ride until Herbie, aka GoCartus Maximus, is a smoking husk on the side of the road. Due to recent problems, such as a driver's side door that won't open properly, Herbie has actually been renamed in some circles as Death Cart.
Well, after another tow job last week and an increasingly loud cacophony of ills during the commute (for which I had started wearing earplugs, seriously), I knew the time had come. With a 60-mile/day commute, Herbie was being flogged to death like an old kindly trail horse being thrown into the Kentucky Derby. It was time to put him out to pasture.
And so the day began, Saturday AM. I had 4 target vehicles, and set out, with title in hand....
And the upshot is that I now own one of them! The Era of Herbie is over... Long live go-carts!
Here is a rough chronology of the day:
Vehicle 1: the G35
This was the same G35 that I saw before. It's an auto but I was willing to make that sacrifice. The car made me feel like Batman. On the 2nd test-drive, I confirmed that it was fast indeed but somehow the sexy factor wasn't there. This was due to: (a) the first time it was in a dark garage, and caught the light just so and (b) I saw Vehicle 2.
Vehicle 2: Subaru WRX STi
This car is the famous "STi". Some friends dream about this car when they go to sleep at night. It is the ultimate boy racer: a near-race-ready rally car that has 300+ HP. There was a black '04 on the lot next to the G35. It was all I could think about when driving the G35.
I took it for a test-drive. My my.... The acceleration was like the shot from the new roller-coasters. In addition to a tach gauge, there was a "turbo boost" gauge: when you walked on this thing, all of these dials were spinning along with your head.
Sadly, the road noise was ferocious, even at 40 mph. But I didn't care. No one cares. The ladies can laugh and make jokes about the hideous hood scoop (as I once did) and absurd wing (which I love). This car deserves all of the hype it gets. Another minus, though, was extreme squeaking from the brakes.
Vehicle 3: The Pocket Rocket
I saw this little number online during the week. Conveniently, at the same dealer as the other 2. It's a Honda Civic Si, and is in a class of cars known as the "hot hatches" or "pocket rockets". Although the Civic Si has been surpassed by others (most notably the MazdaSpeed 3), this one caught my eye for some reason.
I drove it right after the STi which is a bit like following The Beatles or the Stones onstage. But it did ok for itself -- it was fun to drive and peppy if not hellacious.
Vehicle 4: The Yellow Mini
I've mentioned the yellow Mini Cooper S in the past. I drive past the dealership in St Peter's everyday, and this one was definitely the favorite going into the day. Driving out on Saturday, I had a price in my head for negotiation. Also, Herbie was making some serious noise from the transmission: I didn't know how much would be left in him, seriously.
I took the Mini for another ride, but the honeymoon was over. I was disturbed in that the sunroof (moonroof?) had no cover to shield the light. I was also disturbed by a major sub-theme: where's my bike going to go? There are bike racks that bolt into the license plate area but upon inspection, the Mini only had 2 holes for the plate, where most have 4.
The dealer came to within $300 of the offer in my head. I nearly went for it, but it came up in conversation that the only dealer for Mini's in StL is the AutoHaus in Clayton. Gah! With all of Herbie's woes, I didn't want a car for which I might have to schedule a Saturday appt 6-8 weeks in advance. (I don't know if that is true, but there are a lot of Mini's around -- one shop??).
Plus, it's yellow. If it had been blue with the black racing stripes, then I'm in. But...
I left to go back to the original dealer, begging Herbie to just hold on for one more trip.
The Winner
On the drive back, I knew I would get one of the first three... but which one?
I realized 2 things: (a) I needed to relax because this whole thing is insane and (b) one of them was more fun than driving the Mini. Plus one of them would probably be way more reliable than the others.
In a surprise move, out of nowhere, the Pocket Rocket won the day. I bought it yesterday. It was fun to drive, cheap, and looks really sharp (more so if you are in high school and a fan of the Fast and the Furious).
This may well not be The Next Car. It was more of "let's establish a foothold so I can think". Actually, its name comes from the famous Rodin piece.
If this link still works, meet Rowdy (click here). This is the actual car. Rowdy comes from "Rodin" and the significant road-noise..... it's no STi but he's a bit rowdy on the road.
Epilogue
So, let it be known that I did trade in before catastrophic failure with Herbie. Though it was close: he had 206,6xx miles at the end. The trade-in value was $400. LOL.
No emotion, per se... Despite the narrative and the anthropomorphization (?), it's just a ride... but it was a good one. Good luck, Herbie.
Well, after another tow job last week and an increasingly loud cacophony of ills during the commute (for which I had started wearing earplugs, seriously), I knew the time had come. With a 60-mile/day commute, Herbie was being flogged to death like an old kindly trail horse being thrown into the Kentucky Derby. It was time to put him out to pasture.
And so the day began, Saturday AM. I had 4 target vehicles, and set out, with title in hand....
And the upshot is that I now own one of them! The Era of Herbie is over... Long live go-carts!
Here is a rough chronology of the day:
Vehicle 1: the G35
This was the same G35 that I saw before. It's an auto but I was willing to make that sacrifice. The car made me feel like Batman. On the 2nd test-drive, I confirmed that it was fast indeed but somehow the sexy factor wasn't there. This was due to: (a) the first time it was in a dark garage, and caught the light just so and (b) I saw Vehicle 2.
Vehicle 2: Subaru WRX STi
This car is the famous "STi". Some friends dream about this car when they go to sleep at night. It is the ultimate boy racer: a near-race-ready rally car that has 300+ HP. There was a black '04 on the lot next to the G35. It was all I could think about when driving the G35.
I took it for a test-drive. My my.... The acceleration was like the shot from the new roller-coasters. In addition to a tach gauge, there was a "turbo boost" gauge: when you walked on this thing, all of these dials were spinning along with your head.
Sadly, the road noise was ferocious, even at 40 mph. But I didn't care. No one cares. The ladies can laugh and make jokes about the hideous hood scoop (as I once did) and absurd wing (which I love). This car deserves all of the hype it gets. Another minus, though, was extreme squeaking from the brakes.
Vehicle 3: The Pocket Rocket
I saw this little number online during the week. Conveniently, at the same dealer as the other 2. It's a Honda Civic Si, and is in a class of cars known as the "hot hatches" or "pocket rockets". Although the Civic Si has been surpassed by others (most notably the MazdaSpeed 3), this one caught my eye for some reason.
I drove it right after the STi which is a bit like following The Beatles or the Stones onstage. But it did ok for itself -- it was fun to drive and peppy if not hellacious.
Vehicle 4: The Yellow Mini
I've mentioned the yellow Mini Cooper S in the past. I drive past the dealership in St Peter's everyday, and this one was definitely the favorite going into the day. Driving out on Saturday, I had a price in my head for negotiation. Also, Herbie was making some serious noise from the transmission: I didn't know how much would be left in him, seriously.
I took the Mini for another ride, but the honeymoon was over. I was disturbed in that the sunroof (moonroof?) had no cover to shield the light. I was also disturbed by a major sub-theme: where's my bike going to go? There are bike racks that bolt into the license plate area but upon inspection, the Mini only had 2 holes for the plate, where most have 4.
The dealer came to within $300 of the offer in my head. I nearly went for it, but it came up in conversation that the only dealer for Mini's in StL is the AutoHaus in Clayton. Gah! With all of Herbie's woes, I didn't want a car for which I might have to schedule a Saturday appt 6-8 weeks in advance. (I don't know if that is true, but there are a lot of Mini's around -- one shop??).
Plus, it's yellow. If it had been blue with the black racing stripes, then I'm in. But...
I left to go back to the original dealer, begging Herbie to just hold on for one more trip.
The Winner
On the drive back, I knew I would get one of the first three... but which one?
I realized 2 things: (a) I needed to relax because this whole thing is insane and (b) one of them was more fun than driving the Mini. Plus one of them would probably be way more reliable than the others.
In a surprise move, out of nowhere, the Pocket Rocket won the day. I bought it yesterday. It was fun to drive, cheap, and looks really sharp (more so if you are in high school and a fan of the Fast and the Furious).
This may well not be The Next Car. It was more of "let's establish a foothold so I can think". Actually, its name comes from the famous Rodin piece.
If this link still works, meet Rowdy (click here). This is the actual car. Rowdy comes from "Rodin" and the significant road-noise..... it's no STi but he's a bit rowdy on the road.
Epilogue
So, let it be known that I did trade in before catastrophic failure with Herbie. Though it was close: he had 206,6xx miles at the end. The trade-in value was $400. LOL.
No emotion, per se... Despite the narrative and the anthropomorphization (?), it's just a ride... but it was a good one. Good luck, Herbie.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Game On
My arch rival, the dreaded Jim G, and I are still in frequent contact. In fact, we work about 15 minutes away from each other and plan to run together Thursday evening.
2 big events coming up:
Aside from demoralizing Jim G at every opportunity, I have 2 goals for the track series.
Goal 1: the Miracle Mile
I'd like to break 6 min for the mile. I actually thought this might be my "breakthrough" but I've already done it! Though it is by no means obvious that I can do it out in the heat. My record at Parkway North is 6:25. Hopefully I'll destroy that at least.
Goal 2: the Drag Race
Goal #2 involves the 400 m. This is one lap around the track. As they say, "run as hard as you can, for as long as you can". Zero strategy, unlike the more complex 800m. In 2003 I ran the 400 in 70 seconds, which I have never reached again. Jim G, to his credit, did 66 seconds which was unbelievable. He was so red and out of breath that I was actually worried that he would blow a gasket at the end.
2 big events coming up:
- St Peter's Recplex Tri. The next tri, in mid-June! Jim G, his band of neighbours/friends, and I will be in the same group. This will be our 4th excursion out in St Pete. Note that the alltime score, for all triathlons, is 3-2 in favour of Jim G. However, I'm on a 2-tri streak.
- StL Track Series. This is a series of track events at Parkway North. They range from 3 K, 1 m, 1500 m, etc each week down to the 400 m showdown. And new this year: a 100 m drag race. I'm stoked. I always enjoy this event even though I am often dead-last in my heat. The people there are crazy fast.
Aside from demoralizing Jim G at every opportunity, I have 2 goals for the track series.
Goal 1: the Miracle Mile
I'd like to break 6 min for the mile. I actually thought this might be my "breakthrough" but I've already done it! Though it is by no means obvious that I can do it out in the heat. My record at Parkway North is 6:25. Hopefully I'll destroy that at least.
Goal 2: the Drag Race
Goal #2 involves the 400 m. This is one lap around the track. As they say, "run as hard as you can, for as long as you can". Zero strategy, unlike the more complex 800m. In 2003 I ran the 400 in 70 seconds, which I have never reached again. Jim G, to his credit, did 66 seconds which was unbelievable. He was so red and out of breath that I was actually worried that he would blow a gasket at the end.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
The Promised Land
For weeks, I have been sneaking up on a sprint goal with tiny 0.1 mph increments. Tonight, I kicked the door down, boosting my alltime max speed by an insane 0.4 mph.
I ran a mile in 6 minutes flat. 10 mph.
I've been chasing this, on and off, for years. This is the Promised Land. And it wasn't easy: 4 minutes in, I didn't think I was going to make it.
It is one of the biggest achievements of my life, seriously. I still can't believe it!
ps. Interestingly, it didn't go unnoticed. A kind man on the cleaning staff said to me in the locker room, "dude you look _tired_ tonight... you look like you went over the top!".
I smiled wanly and laughed. But inside I was thinking, "My friend, you have no idea".
I ran a mile in 6 minutes flat. 10 mph.
I've been chasing this, on and off, for years. This is the Promised Land. And it wasn't easy: 4 minutes in, I didn't think I was going to make it.
It is one of the biggest achievements of my life, seriously. I still can't believe it!
ps. Interestingly, it didn't go unnoticed. A kind man on the cleaning staff said to me in the locker room, "dude you look _tired_ tonight... you look like you went over the top!".
I smiled wanly and laughed. But inside I was thinking, "My friend, you have no idea".
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Talk Me Down Off the Ledge
New theory:
It is far less stressful to buy "a car" versus "The Next Car". Just get a cheap ride... maybe for the summer and then flip it at a small loss. No one really cares if I have a "hall of fame" car, right?
Right... and so this car (click here) is highly, highly appealing. Crazy, but appealing. I can't tell you how much fun this would be for a few months. Talk about a pimp-mobile.... my my.
It is far less stressful to buy "a car" versus "The Next Car". Just get a cheap ride... maybe for the summer and then flip it at a small loss. No one really cares if I have a "hall of fame" car, right?
Right... and so this car (click here) is highly, highly appealing. Crazy, but appealing. I can't tell you how much fun this would be for a few months. Talk about a pimp-mobile.... my my.
A Fair and Balanced Assessment
PEI isn't always so lovely... here's a morning pic from this week! Snow in mid-May!
PEI part 2
The wintery pic in the previous post is the house of my Aunt Joyce and Uncle Vernon. It is in Hampshire, PEI, not far from where my dad grew up.
In fact, less the snow, it will be the site for an annual family picnic held this coming weekend on Victoria day. Victoria day is in honour of Queen Victoria's birthday and is the symbolic birthday of the reigning sovereign. It's a major holiday weekend that raises the starting flag for summer activities, much like the USA's Memorial Day.
ps. As reported previously, Bryguy and Miss Cheryl are engaged. Miss C's fam are visiting PEI this summer and last night was a "reconnaissance dinner" to learn about the sights etc. A hilarious evening... Kudos to my sister who wrote a thorough, descriptive list of must-see spots.
Though it can be wretched during other times of the year, summer on PEI is typically in the 70s F and sunny. Lately, it is filled with festivals, music, and places to dine outside. It is way more hip now than when I lived there...
In fact, less the snow, it will be the site for an annual family picnic held this coming weekend on Victoria day. Victoria day is in honour of Queen Victoria's birthday and is the symbolic birthday of the reigning sovereign. It's a major holiday weekend that raises the starting flag for summer activities, much like the USA's Memorial Day.
ps. As reported previously, Bryguy and Miss Cheryl are engaged. Miss C's fam are visiting PEI this summer and last night was a "reconnaissance dinner" to learn about the sights etc. A hilarious evening... Kudos to my sister who wrote a thorough, descriptive list of must-see spots.
Though it can be wretched during other times of the year, summer on PEI is typically in the 70s F and sunny. Lately, it is filled with festivals, music, and places to dine outside. It is way more hip now than when I lived there...
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
PEI from the air
Hey, Islanders!
Check out this aerial pic it may look familiar to some of you (I'll report later for everyone)
hey everyone else:
this is one reason why I miss home
Check out this aerial pic it may look familiar to some of you (I'll report later for everyone)
hey everyone else:
this is one reason why I miss home
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Blog Tag for Mom
Blog tag is game where people ask other bloggers to reveal 5 personal tidbits. It's derived from the email chain letters.
In recognition of Sunday, here's 5 things about CC's Mom:
1. Mom is a repeat-winner of an Island-wide baking contest. Her masterpiece is fruitcake.
2. She's very literate. My award-winning writing style comes directly from her.
3. Many, many moons ago, she offered me a choice of going into French-immersion (i.e. a mostly-French elementary school). Influenced by Sesame Street (the Canadian version), I said "ok!". That one decision has probably impacted my life as much as any. Anyone who knows me well knows that I was more of a Renaissance man at 10 than now.
4. There weren't many rules growing up but a strict one was that, in grade 7 and beyond, any grade below 80% would spawn vague, undesirable consequences that would be swift and harsh. Again, I'm grateful.
5. A key phrase in terms of her first-aid is a wry "I think you'll live". It's embarrassing how I still seek out that phrase when at a doctor's office or hospital. I could be hit by a bus but as long as the ER doc says "I think you'll live", I'm happy.
Happy Mother's Day to all the Mom's!
In recognition of Sunday, here's 5 things about CC's Mom:
1. Mom is a repeat-winner of an Island-wide baking contest. Her masterpiece is fruitcake.
2. She's very literate. My award-winning writing style comes directly from her.
3. Many, many moons ago, she offered me a choice of going into French-immersion (i.e. a mostly-French elementary school). Influenced by Sesame Street (the Canadian version), I said "ok!". That one decision has probably impacted my life as much as any. Anyone who knows me well knows that I was more of a Renaissance man at 10 than now.
4. There weren't many rules growing up but a strict one was that, in grade 7 and beyond, any grade below 80% would spawn vague, undesirable consequences that would be swift and harsh. Again, I'm grateful.
5. A key phrase in terms of her first-aid is a wry "I think you'll live". It's embarrassing how I still seek out that phrase when at a doctor's office or hospital. I could be hit by a bus but as long as the ER doc says "I think you'll live", I'm happy.
Happy Mother's Day to all the Mom's!
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Test Drive #2
Even with a failing computer, we can't break the "Captain Compact" between CC and the legions of fans. A test-drive synopsis was promised, and will happen:
Infiniti G35
I test-drove a red one, with tan interior. I think the red was a downer for me, because it wasn't as appealing as the gorgeous black-on-black. The car rode nicely, but was louder than I expected -- possibly due to low profile tires. It has a V6 at about 260 HP, though, so it would definitely haul. The clutch pedal, as mentioned earlier, was another schoolbus-like experience.
Mini Cooper S
The S means "Singer Sewing Machine of Scintillation" -- a turbo. This is the first turbo I have ever driven. It was a light yellow Mini with black trim, and tricked out with lots of bells and whistles. It was fast. After the expected 1-2 second turbo lag, there was a sound from the dash like a sewing machine with rabies. It didn't feel fast but the speedo didn't lie -- and there is no missing the speedo as it is in the center of the dash, about the size of a dinner plate.
You think I'm joking? Click here
Definitely a fun ride, but I wonder if my go-cart days are over for awhile. I found myself wondering how it would do in winter etc.
The wildcard
At one dealership, the guy had an '06 Mustang with hail damage. For some reason, that really lit the lamp: a good deal on a car that is already broken in. Very appealing to me, for some reason. Unfortunately, the car wasn't. It was a V6 (+1 for the commute, versus V8), silver (-1 on metallic colours), an automatic (-1 I was dying at this point), and no sunroof or anything fun. It was a boring, rental-esque gray Mustang. Too bad, if it was black and a stick, I might have done a deal right then and there.
I gotta say that the Prius is bouncing back... The skinny is that I realized today when I want to go for a drive and think about things, I go on my bike. I don't think that is going to change much, even with a sportscar. 25 mph on a bike is rather interesting. I just wish the Prius wasn't so utilitarian! I often cite the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other. The Prius is a total angel: not a sign of the devil anywhere.
Infiniti G35
I test-drove a red one, with tan interior. I think the red was a downer for me, because it wasn't as appealing as the gorgeous black-on-black. The car rode nicely, but was louder than I expected -- possibly due to low profile tires. It has a V6 at about 260 HP, though, so it would definitely haul. The clutch pedal, as mentioned earlier, was another schoolbus-like experience.
Mini Cooper S
The S means "Singer Sewing Machine of Scintillation" -- a turbo. This is the first turbo I have ever driven. It was a light yellow Mini with black trim, and tricked out with lots of bells and whistles. It was fast. After the expected 1-2 second turbo lag, there was a sound from the dash like a sewing machine with rabies. It didn't feel fast but the speedo didn't lie -- and there is no missing the speedo as it is in the center of the dash, about the size of a dinner plate.
You think I'm joking? Click here
Definitely a fun ride, but I wonder if my go-cart days are over for awhile. I found myself wondering how it would do in winter etc.
The wildcard
At one dealership, the guy had an '06 Mustang with hail damage. For some reason, that really lit the lamp: a good deal on a car that is already broken in. Very appealing to me, for some reason. Unfortunately, the car wasn't. It was a V6 (+1 for the commute, versus V8), silver (-1 on metallic colours), an automatic (-1 I was dying at this point), and no sunroof or anything fun. It was a boring, rental-esque gray Mustang. Too bad, if it was black and a stick, I might have done a deal right then and there.
I gotta say that the Prius is bouncing back... The skinny is that I realized today when I want to go for a drive and think about things, I go on my bike. I don't think that is going to change much, even with a sportscar. 25 mph on a bike is rather interesting. I just wish the Prius wasn't so utilitarian! I often cite the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other. The Prius is a total angel: not a sign of the devil anywhere.
System Down
If you know anything about farming, you know that feeling when there is a perfect hay day: warm, sunny, recent drying conditions, and a pleasant breeze.
Then something breaks. Perhaps a bolt is sheared in the baler. Or a tractor goes down.
This is old school frustration.
_New_ school frustration is having computer problems 2 days after signing up to write an article for work. And while one could actually _use_ the Internet to shop for cars.
For the love of Pete. Sacre bleu. I was already freaking out about things before this.
Blogging is not on the priority list right now so if you don't see a post for awhile, I am probably fine, and just channeling unadulterated rage towards a treadmill. Or making up new swear words (it's fun to mix English and French).
Hang in there, CC champions! We'll soon be back with all the action from CC HQ. We wish the interns had had time to sift through the zillions of entries for the Op-Ed piece. Just no time, and no time to offer ideas per KK's request. Woulda came in handy now.
ps. I am on _now_ thanks to a neat tool called Knoppix. In is an OS that boots from a CD -- I'm running this baby without really using the hard-drive. (Knoppix is a version of the geek-famous OS called Linux). I can still shop for cars but I can't really work on my article. Hopefully I can research a bit about how to get Windows XP running again.
pps. It took 15 minutes but I found my Windows XP disk under some dusty debris in my living room. It was under a bike manual from my first bike which I bought in 2005. We're not exactly running a tight ship here at CC dot com.
Then something breaks. Perhaps a bolt is sheared in the baler. Or a tractor goes down.
This is old school frustration.
_New_ school frustration is having computer problems 2 days after signing up to write an article for work. And while one could actually _use_ the Internet to shop for cars.
For the love of Pete. Sacre bleu. I was already freaking out about things before this.
Blogging is not on the priority list right now so if you don't see a post for awhile, I am probably fine, and just channeling unadulterated rage towards a treadmill. Or making up new swear words (it's fun to mix English and French).
Hang in there, CC champions! We'll soon be back with all the action from CC HQ. We wish the interns had had time to sift through the zillions of entries for the Op-Ed piece. Just no time, and no time to offer ideas per KK's request. Woulda came in handy now.
ps. I am on _now_ thanks to a neat tool called Knoppix. In is an OS that boots from a CD -- I'm running this baby without really using the hard-drive. (Knoppix is a version of the geek-famous OS called Linux). I can still shop for cars but I can't really work on my article. Hopefully I can research a bit about how to get Windows XP running again.
pps. It took 15 minutes but I found my Windows XP disk under some dusty debris in my living room. It was under a bike manual from my first bike which I bought in 2005. We're not exactly running a tight ship here at CC dot com.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Islanders: Tourist Alert (Info Needed)
Ok, Islanders, listen up... The StL area is dispatching travellers your way this summer and we need recommendations.
I will do my best but I haven't lived on PEI since 1991 (can you believe that?).
The travellers are peeps in Miss Cheryl's family (soon-to-be BryGuy's family).
I can handle the obvious and timeless: the North Shore, Cavendish, Anne of Green Gables, the wharf area in Charlottetown, and various scenic drives. But I need some current stuff! Possibly cultural venues, great pubs, great restaurants, etc. Anything, pretty much....
Let's hear it, folks... I think they are going in July. Once I get the dates, I might look for festivals etc.
merci bien,
CC
(Where is the awesome lobster supper place again? Fisherman's Wharf? no... St Anne's?)
ps. For non-Islanders: though farming and fishing are huge, historically, tourism is definitely where it's at for PEI's economy. So much so that a bad summer, weatherwise, can cause a lot of distress.
I will do my best but I haven't lived on PEI since 1991 (can you believe that?).
The travellers are peeps in Miss Cheryl's family (soon-to-be BryGuy's family).
I can handle the obvious and timeless: the North Shore, Cavendish, Anne of Green Gables, the wharf area in Charlottetown, and various scenic drives. But I need some current stuff! Possibly cultural venues, great pubs, great restaurants, etc. Anything, pretty much....
Let's hear it, folks... I think they are going in July. Once I get the dates, I might look for festivals etc.
merci bien,
CC
(Where is the awesome lobster supper place again? Fisherman's Wharf? no... St Anne's?)
ps. For non-Islanders: though farming and fishing are huge, historically, tourism is definitely where it's at for PEI's economy. So much so that a bad summer, weatherwise, can cause a lot of distress.
Test Drive Micro-Entry
I test-drove 2 cars tonight but will post later on... We need to keep balance on this blog. Only the best for the readers of CC dot com.
I will give an apology to the RX-8 though. Apparently all newer sportscars have clutch pedals like dump trucks. Who knew? Either that or the Miata's is so worked-in that my left leg is weak.
I will give an apology to the RX-8 though. Apparently all newer sportscars have clutch pedals like dump trucks. Who knew? Either that or the Miata's is so worked-in that my left leg is weak.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Blue Laws in MO
Does anyone know if the following is true?
Someone told me that Missouri used to have "blue laws" that prohibited various businesses opening on Sunday. A vestigial remnant of this is that car dealerships are closed on Sundays (by law?).
True/false? I'm pretty sure car dealerships are closed on Sunday but not sure of the motivation.
Interestingly, you can go to a casino on Sunday and by some Jack Daniels along with your groceries 24 x 7.
Someone told me that Missouri used to have "blue laws" that prohibited various businesses opening on Sunday. A vestigial remnant of this is that car dealerships are closed on Sundays (by law?).
True/false? I'm pretty sure car dealerships are closed on Sunday but not sure of the motivation.
Interestingly, you can go to a casino on Sunday and by some Jack Daniels along with your groceries 24 x 7.
Vent-o-gram
Someone must have come up with the idea to coat greeting cards in glitter.
I hate glitter, and I have an intense "non like" for that person. I hope they get glitter all over their hands while choosing a card (preferably, one that wasn't even a glitter card but coated ad hoc by the other cards). Then, perhaps they will rub their eyes with said hands and ultimately get some glitter behind their eye near the optic nerve, and see "glittery stars" forever more. Poetic justice!
This vent has been bubbling for years. My apologies.
Damn you, glitterers!
I hate glitter, and I have an intense "non like" for that person. I hope they get glitter all over their hands while choosing a card (preferably, one that wasn't even a glitter card but coated ad hoc by the other cards). Then, perhaps they will rub their eyes with said hands and ultimately get some glitter behind their eye near the optic nerve, and see "glittery stars" forever more. Poetic justice!
This vent has been bubbling for years. My apologies.
Damn you, glitterers!
Test Drive
Using AutoTrader online, I found a dealership near my old workplace that had 4 cars of interest. It was going to be a very productive day!
Incredibly, I ended up driving a single car: 2 of the cars had sold, one was damaged (some sales goon had broken the door handle), and the car I did test-drive wasn't the same one as online.
*sigh* At least the sales guy was a decent hombre.
The results:
Mazda RX-8 (see it here)
The experience was a bit of a turnoff because it was clear that the previous owner was a smoker. So I switched gears from "is this the car?" to "is this the type of car?".
The RX-8 is unique as it has a rotary engine. Dan owns one and loves it. I must say, it has more guts/power than the car magazines give credit. Not for me though... I'm not taking a chance on cooking a rotary and the clutch pedal travel rubbed me the wrong way. Fun ride though
Infiniti G35 (see it here)
This was the car with the broken handle. Black on black (though no tinted windows as with the link above).
I gotta say, it stole the show. I sat in it and saw a whole new persona for CC V 2.0: Batman. Leather interior. This thing is sex on wheels, at least pending a test-drive. Sadly, this ride was an automatic. But we will be seeking others. And they shall be black.
Incredibly, I ended up driving a single car: 2 of the cars had sold, one was damaged (some sales goon had broken the door handle), and the car I did test-drive wasn't the same one as online.
*sigh* At least the sales guy was a decent hombre.
The results:
Mazda RX-8 (see it here)
The experience was a bit of a turnoff because it was clear that the previous owner was a smoker. So I switched gears from "is this the car?" to "is this the type of car?".
The RX-8 is unique as it has a rotary engine. Dan owns one and loves it. I must say, it has more guts/power than the car magazines give credit. Not for me though... I'm not taking a chance on cooking a rotary and the clutch pedal travel rubbed me the wrong way. Fun ride though
Infiniti G35 (see it here)
This was the car with the broken handle. Black on black (though no tinted windows as with the link above).
I gotta say, it stole the show. I sat in it and saw a whole new persona for CC V 2.0: Batman. Leather interior. This thing is sex on wheels, at least pending a test-drive. Sadly, this ride was an automatic. But we will be seeking others. And they shall be black.
Pulling out of a Nose Dive
Saturday was a rough day. The car thing is stressful, and because I'm crazy, I signed up to write another article for work. For June, no less... Gah!
Around 3 pm, I was sweating like a pig in my car, stuck in a drive-thru, keeping on eye on the heat gauge before the steady march to "Thar She Blows".. Things were bleak.
But I saw the Kentucky Derby at Miss T's and hung out with some peeps. And then, this morning:
1 mile swim, 7 mile run. Run was slow but the last mile was close to a personal record (and that's a big deal).
We are happy again. There is a deep, profound biochemical thing going on with exercise.
Around 3 pm, I was sweating like a pig in my car, stuck in a drive-thru, keeping on eye on the heat gauge before the steady march to "Thar She Blows".. Things were bleak.
But I saw the Kentucky Derby at Miss T's and hung out with some peeps. And then, this morning:
1 mile swim, 7 mile run. Run was slow but the last mile was close to a personal record (and that's a big deal).
We are happy again. There is a deep, profound biochemical thing going on with exercise.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Wheels 2
I had been thinking of driving to Columbia MO for a triathlon on Sunday, but the last post about Herbie has clarified the urgency for taking rides for a test-drive. Especially with new, ominous noises emanating from the transmission area, I think I'm on borrowed time.
Some more thoughts:
Some more thoughts:
- Many see the irony of me driving a wreck, but some may not. My Dad is an ace mechanic who keeps his rides in tip-top shape. He's the kind of mechanic that helps other gearheads when they don't know what to do. Although I have his logic and diagnostic skills, I have always used them for math and comp sci and not mechanical and electronic stuff.
- The next ride will not be a convertible and will not be red.
- I just pumped gas for $3.20 a gallon, so the gas mileage just went up on the priority chart.
- Months ago, I thought I would get something with some serious power. Mustang, Vette, you name it.... Sadly, the profile from the last post spells one thing: luxury sedan. And that spells "entrenched in the mid 30's (age wise)". Gah!
- I don't like test-driving cars because of the salesmen. But tomorrow I'm test-driving something. Car posts do well on here in terms of feedback so I'll probably do a review. I have even considered a separate blog a la "1 test-drive every Saturday". But no time. There's another free blog idea for the masses. I swear, I don't know why you people aren't running with these.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
State of the Wheels
A lot of people have asked about Herbie, my geriatric car, and how the Commute of Champions is going. Recall that it's a 1991 red roadster with about 205,000 miles. And, well, some issues:
Of all these issues, the A/C is the most urgent. During the commute, I prioritize the criteria for The Next Ride:
- Brake fluid leaks and needs occasional replenishment.
- Clutch fluid leaks and needs occasional replenishment.
- Radiator fan doesn't work; heat gauge rises with alarming steadiness in heavy traffic/frequent redlights. (Solution: turn car off at lights)
- Radio often doesn't work during wet weather. One speaker gone.
- No A/C
- Hole in soft top.
- Uncomfortably loud at commute speeds (75+ mph/125 kph).
- Probable leak of power-steering fluid. Power-steering moans like Chewbacca with a bad tooth.
- Some rust. Paint job looks like a Farm-all tractor from the 1940s
Of all these issues, the A/C is the most urgent. During the commute, I prioritize the criteria for The Next Ride:
- Quiet ride. This excludes a lot of the candidate sports cars.
- Used, circa 2002-2004. Don't buy new until you've been burned by a lemon.
- Decent gas mileage. I'm driving 300+ miles a week, easy.
- Killer stereo and cabin (cup-holders, iShuffle holder, cell phone dock, all that stuff)
- Stick-shift. This excludes the Prius, sadly.
- Possibly a shift in attitude: just "settle" for a damn ride instead of architecting a legacy of Hall of Fame cars. (The Miata has been cited as one of the Top 10 Cars You Can Ever Own)
St Louis Symphony
I received a call from the StL Symphony Orchestra tonight for their fund-raising drive.
One neat offering: their Vivaldi level of support ($100) includes a pass to go to an open rehearsal. You and a guest get to see the symphony practice, replete with "personal interactions" between the conductor, David Roberts, and the musicians.
Very tempting, but too much for me... especially since rehearsals are often during the day and I work in the middle of Missouri. (The symphony is downtown -- probably 60 miles between 'em)
One neat offering: their Vivaldi level of support ($100) includes a pass to go to an open rehearsal. You and a guest get to see the symphony practice, replete with "personal interactions" between the conductor, David Roberts, and the musicians.
Very tempting, but too much for me... especially since rehearsals are often during the day and I work in the middle of Missouri. (The symphony is downtown -- probably 60 miles between 'em)
Gator Aid
Miss Gila wanted some help to celebrate her birthday, so she came to visit St Louis last weekend (from Gainesville, FL, home of college football and basketball champs). We all had a grand time at various events including brunch and dinner. It was just like old times...
The brunch at Bottleworks is really great -- they have a huge open tent-space. Just my style -- outside but under cover. We pasty geeks like shade.
The brunch at Bottleworks is really great -- they have a huge open tent-space. Just my style -- outside but under cover. We pasty geeks like shade.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Curing while Touring
Jess is biking the Tour de Cure again this year. If you are interested in helping to find a cure for diabetes, be sure to check out this site of the Insouciant Cyclists!
Good luck, team!
Good luck, team!
Kirkwood Redux
ps. A rare editorial slip on CC HQ! Let's revisit Kirkwood and profile our favorite Kirkwoodians (?)
Stacey, Fred, and the irresistable Liv all live in Kirkwood. Of all the burgs in StL, it is the most "Apple Pie" IMHO because:
-- a train runs right through the town, stopping traffic on occasion throughout the day
-- there's lots of old-tyme shoppes along the main drag, including a train store and ice cream joint
-- Fred grew up there. When I drive through the town (often cursing the train), I can imagine him speeding to the arcade after school in his bike.
-- Stacey & Fred were married in a wonderful ceremony in K-wood. Replete with a harp player, no less!
-- The aforementioned Liv was brought from an orphanage in a land far away to live in this idyllic town. A picturesque life in a big, charming house with her loving parents and multiple pets. As thanks, she radiates charm and makes everyone's day....
Stacey, Fred, and the irresistable Liv all live in Kirkwood. Of all the burgs in StL, it is the most "Apple Pie" IMHO because:
-- a train runs right through the town, stopping traffic on occasion throughout the day
-- there's lots of old-tyme shoppes along the main drag, including a train store and ice cream joint
-- Fred grew up there. When I drive through the town (often cursing the train), I can imagine him speeding to the arcade after school in his bike.
-- Stacey & Fred were married in a wonderful ceremony in K-wood. Replete with a harp player, no less!
-- The aforementioned Liv was brought from an orphanage in a land far away to live in this idyllic town. A picturesque life in a big, charming house with her loving parents and multiple pets. As thanks, she radiates charm and makes everyone's day....
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Tour de Kirkwood
The St Louis Tri Club is going to run the Tour de Kirkwood!
This was started by a woman some years ago. I believe proceeds go to charity, but the event has grown beyond the scope of one (saintly) individual. It is popular because it is a great 1st tri and also very kid friendly (though kids must be 13 or over to bike, I think -- insurance, y'know).
Anyway, if you are considering a tri, check it out. It's easy and located in Apple Pie, USA! Fred's Mom, Betty, lives there!
_But_ the point of this message is: they may need volunteers. Several people kindly offer to come watch me do tri's but I can't bring myself to let them (BryGuy did once though), because I think it is boring for spectators. Unless you were doing it with me, in which case it would be highly punishing for spectators (ha!).
Anyway, I may (not 100% -- am I ever?) ask you to volunteer with me on this one! July 22. Keep it open, especially if you live in Kirkwood! You are on notice, Rosenbergers!
This was started by a woman some years ago. I believe proceeds go to charity, but the event has grown beyond the scope of one (saintly) individual. It is popular because it is a great 1st tri and also very kid friendly (though kids must be 13 or over to bike, I think -- insurance, y'know).
Anyway, if you are considering a tri, check it out. It's easy and located in Apple Pie, USA! Fred's Mom, Betty, lives there!
_But_ the point of this message is: they may need volunteers. Several people kindly offer to come watch me do tri's but I can't bring myself to let them (BryGuy did once though), because I think it is boring for spectators. Unless you were doing it with me, in which case it would be highly punishing for spectators (ha!).
Anyway, I may (not 100% -- am I ever?) ask you to volunteer with me on this one! July 22. Keep it open, especially if you live in Kirkwood! You are on notice, Rosenbergers!
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