Wednesday, September 21, 2005

A Night with Rorey and Ryno


As promised, I shucked my office gear and was on the bike by 5:30 in a glorious September evening. No wind, perfect temps, and a boatload of cabin fever to work out of the system. Up Mountain and down Washington to the Bike Shop, then generally north to College Parkway to check my mailbox. Down College Parkway at 31.2 mph and south to Mountain and home. Riding outside is so superior to stationary bikes.

Swung by the Air Force recruiter's office on the way home and spoke some lingo with TSgt Rorey. It was fun to remember the good days in blue, but I'm too old and fat to go back. Ah well.

Funny story: I entered an automatic fantasy football draft on Yahoo! Sports just for fun, but abandoned the team because, well, they sucked. I was doing some research on players this week and looked in on my team. They're number one in their FFB league (!) and my Yahoo! fantasy baseball team is in first place, too. On the other hand, my "real-life" FFB team is in last place. Life is balanced, I guess.

Found out that the best second baseman ever (sorry, Joe) does a baseball column for Yahoo! Sports, so I dropped him the below email.

"This is a long overdue fan letter. No response is needed or expected.

I am not a life-long Cub fan, but I became one with good reason. My wife and I were married in 1983 and we were stationed at Offutt Air Force Base, just south of Omaha, Nebraska. As newlyweds, we searched for common ground to build a future on, so it's probably no surprise to hear that we got into the habit of watching the Cubs and listening to Harry and Steve on WGN. Hearing Van Halen sing "Jump" today brings back a load of memories, including some about our baby who was born in 1984. That was a good year for us, too.

And here we are, twenty-something years later. The bride and I are still together and living and dying with the Cubs, and that 1984 baby is a woman now and is leaving for the United States Navy in October.

I wanted to say, "Thank you," for your team's part in being there as we built a family and congratulations on your entry into the Hall of Fame.

Bob

PS: We transferred to Japan in 1989 and I climbed Mt. Fuji in 1990. I proudly wore a number 23 Cubs shirt to the summit.

Take care."



Distance: 7.0 miles
Time: 42.02 minutes
321 calories burned
27 days until the USN

Logical Rationalizations


Woke up too early and didn't have much mojo (Liz was up most of the night from a thunderstorm that passed through). Got on a stationary bike this morning, but no stamina and no legs. I'll suck it up tonight.

Came to work and found folks working frantically on two servers that were down: one in LV and one in Reno. Since there's no practical way to notify folks, users were calling in droves. That's cool. Passes the time.

Why does this idiot go away or at least pretend to learn some common sense?

From the internet:

"Important Questions and Answers Regarding Health

Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life. Is this true?
A: Your heart is good for only so many beats, and that's it, so don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.

Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?
A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.

Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?
A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine; that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up!

Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?
A: Well, if you have a body and you have body fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.

Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?
A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good

Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?
A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING! Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated by it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?

Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?
A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.

Q: Is chocolate bad for me?
A: Are you crazy? HELLO. Cocoa beans--another vegetable! It's the best feel-good food around!

Q: Is swimming good for your figure?
A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.

Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?
A: Hey! ''Round'' is a shape!"


Distance: 2.0 miles
Time: 9:00 minutes
125 calories burned
27 days until the USN

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Chain Home


Took a day off from pretty much everything: teaching, exercise, and good eating. About the only "normal" thing I did today was go to work, which is not stressful and challenging, but the big boss at my day job announced today she was taking the position of Chief of Information Technology at the State Legislature in a couple of weeks. There be changes coming.

I cancelled class tonight because the books for the class haven't gotten to the prison yet, so we'd be spending time looking at each other and me trying to think of things for them to do. The secondary reason is I did something stupid last night that frustrated the COs and could have gotten a student tossed in the "administrative segregation" (the hole).

It's prison policy that students must come to, and leave, the education building as a class. When spring is turning into summer, however, the yard is open late, so things are a little looser. Towards the end of spring semester, if a student told me they were done for the night, I let them go back to their unit alone.

For some dumb reason, I assumed the prison was on the same schedule, which was dumb, dumb, dumb, because it's dark enough now to close the yard just after class starts. Despite this, I was sending students back to their units across a closed yard, which means Control had to account for them and the Towers had to track them. If an inmate was slow or decided to play games, then he could end up in the hole or worse. On top of all this, NNCC is the prison that had the recent escape and all of the officers are walking on eggshells. The watch sergeant tore me a new one, as he should have. I took my medicine and apologized and got out of there.

Now I'm probably exaggerating the situation, but the incident really shook my mojo because it was a dumb mistake and I know the rules, and students always pay for the teacher's mistakes. I'll do better next time.

So I spent the night reading a good book about Navy boot camp. And finishing The Winds of War, which I've only read about twenty times now. Also finished in the last month: Moneyball, three books of the Harry Potter series, and Shogun (read that about 50 times now). I got a couple of books queued up next, including Jeff Shaara'a book about the First World War. His dad wrote one of my favorite books about the Civil War (not that there's a lot of competition).

To be perfectly honest, I can't get enough of reputable historical fiction, which means to me that the author did scholarly research to support an interesting story. (Please don't talk to me about Forrest Gump: entertaining movie, crap book.) My favorite HF novel is required reading at West Point. To me, it is a precious book and I've only read it twice; I have to be in the proper frame of mind. And yes, I prefer military historical fiction, although some eras leave me cold (American Revolution).

What got me started? Gone With The Wind and To Kill a Mockingbird...the movies. I saw them when I was a kid and got to wondering what I was missing in print. It turns out the answer was, "A whole lot." Now the world stops when I find some good, reputable historical fiction.

If I had to pick a few books to take to a desert island:
Absolutely anything written by Robert Anson Heinlein, God rest his soul...
The aforementioned GWTW, TKaM, Shogun, TWOW, War and Remembrance, and Once an Eagle.
AWB Mike or Jeff Shaara
AWB Stephen Donaldson or Orson Scott Card
The original Dune trilogy by Maestro Herbert
The Gunslinger series and It by that guy from Maine
AWB Anne McCaffrey
Almost anything by Stephen Ambrose (non-fiction category)

If I needed to start a fire on a desert island, I'd bring James Patterson books, but I'd use them for kindling after I read them.
:-)

Got Nothing Here


Have things to write, but busy at work. Trying to cut the caffiene from the diet and it simply ain't working. Need a fix....you got a dimebag of Folgers, man?

No riding today, either.

Four weeks until the USN.

Monday, September 19, 2005

Good Times


Ah, manna from the gods...well, actually two mannas, which have lately been my diet. I cannot have enough fruit and yogurt. The local stores sell fresh, cut-up fruit in plastic bowls. Plop a cup of cherry low- or non-fat yogurt on them and voila! I'm full and my very-deadly sweet tooth is satisfied.

And pancakes are the best thing ever. And this web site says they're only 64 (!) calories a serving. Can that be right? If you know the truth...I can handle it.

And for the record, I'm a little suspicious of calorie calculators because the simple ones don't account for physiology and geography, but I haven't found one that works. And there's probably only a 10-20% +- error rate, anyway...

After I biked home yesterday, we all sat around the house and waited for Liz's parents to show for lunch, as Trina asked them. They didn't show up until 4:00 because Liz's mom did what she wanted to do like always. We got to listen to them talk...and talk...and talk. I learned long ago they have selective hearing when I'm in the room, so I played the silent, dutitive husband and let them blather on. They gave Trina a nice going-away present and took us to dinner.

The biggest downside of the evening is Liz's dad promised to take Liz, Lara, and Danielle to Ireland next summer for Liz's brother's wedding. It started off that it was just going to be Lara and Danielle until I pointed out that Liz should go to her brother's wedding, which somehow never occurred to her parents. After they left, Liz said based on her personal experience, her father probably wouldn't have the money, anyway, and that no one should get their hopes up. I told the girls that if they really wanted to go see a wedding in an Irish castle, then they should jobs and start saving their money right now. All in all, a normal visit.

Kicked butt on the stationary bike. Need to do that more often.

If you're not watching this show, you're missing a lot.

Yesterday - Outside
Distance: 2.2 miles
Time: 12:40 minutes
100 calories burned

This morning - Stationary
Distance: 4.3 miles
Time: 20:00 minutes
320 calories burned

29 days until the USN

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Chain, Chain, Chain


Did the first lab session yesterday and had a full house, which is pretty cool because it's good to have the company during those three Saturday hours.

Here's a little more prison talk and I'm not giving away any great secrets or anything: the security at both of the prisons is pretty tight for someone like myself who walks in off the street. There are:
- Locked gates and fences surrounded by razor wire,
- Correctional officers inspect everything I carry in,
- Senior COs inside secure Control rooms,
- Towers with high powered weapons overlooking the yards I either walk by or through to get to class, and most importantly,
- The students.

Prison is mysterious to the general populace because a vast majority have no reason to go to prison, so these folks are educated by assumptions and word of mouth. Here's some myths and truths I've figured out for myself or found on the internet:

The guards are armed and deadly to the prison populace:

- In Nevada, they're Correctional Officers, not guards. A Nevada CO must be a police school graduate and must be certified by the State (POST) as a law enforcement officer, just like highway patrol troopers and police officers.

- The COs that are armed are in the towers, but the officers have access to several non-deadly weapons to keep the peace. From what I've read, only the shift manager (usually a lieutenant) will use these weapons and only as a last resort.

- If deadly force is called for, the officers are the right and freedom to protect themselves and the general populace, just like a police officer.

Murderers and rapists are confined to maximum security:

That's true at the beginning, but inmates earn good time and, over the years, can be sent down depending on their behavior and available beds. Felons with "lesser" crimes will move through the layers of the system depending on their behavior and how close they are to their release time.

Inmates are angry people:

The young ones certainly are because they remember freedom. Lifers and other long-time inmates have a more realistic view of things and know they must work within the system to gain and hold privileges. They've figured out through trial-and-error that they can and will be penalized for acting on sudden emotion. I don't know this for a fact, but I suspect the maximum security prison in Ely has a comparatively younger population than the three prisons I've taught at.

Prisons are revolving doors for escapees:

The minimum security camps have their fair share of "walk-aways," but those camps have fewer fences and controls because the inmates are close to release, anyway. The COs take security very seriously at medium and minimum because the prison in Carson are very close to houses and families. To my knowledge, there's only been one escape from a Carson medium prison in the last five years and that guy hid in a truck.

Inmates are stupid:

Not a chance. They're just like the general populace and have the same wide range of skills, cunning, and intelligence as you would find in any office. Many of them are behind bars because of a lapse in judgment that may have lasted five whole seconds or because of a long series of crimes. Don't ever think they're stupid or underestimate their ability to survive.

I'm in danger every time I go to prison:

This one represents the difference between "possible" and "probable." Yes, it is possible an inmate will attack me or take me hostage, but I realistically face more danger from the idiots on the road when I drive to the prison. The Department of Corrections policy for hostage situations is realistic negotiation to minimize the stress of the situation as much as possible, but violent incidents involving "civilians" are rare.

The reason is simple: the inmates want us in the prison to teach them. We have a product they can use to better their lives or at least suck up the time of day. If something were to happen to a teacher, there would be an incredible range of official reprisals from the Nevada legal system, but that's nothing compared to what would happen to the inmate from his fellow inmates who want an education. For his own safety, the Department of Corrections would probably have to relocate the dude to a prison in another state (which happens all the time).

That's all for now. I'll write more as I think of it. Send me questions if you got them.

Riding Popsicle

Just took a quick ride to work to grade papers and froze my ass off. Tried to stay in the sun and get a good ride. Pretty much went down Robinson to Saliman to work. I'm cold on the ribs under my arms and there's lots of padding there.

I got no words right now. Later.


Distance: 3.2 miles
Time: 15:48 minutes
184 calories burned
30 days until the USN

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Oh Yeah

Happy Birthday, AMM!

I'm always late with her birthday...

dunno why...

yeah, I know why.




31 days until the USN

To Thine Ownself Be Untrue


Drop some ammonia into a Petri dish teeming with disease and the cells will be eradicated, save a finite few. Set out the most deadly poison known to insects and one cockroach will always walk away, even after ingesting enough of the stuff to kill a hundred thousand of his comrades. A tornado will wipe clean a trailer park and destroy dozens of lives in Kansas or Oklahoma, except for one infant who’s been gently blown into a tree somewhere and is nested safely until retrieved.

This is the essence of evolution. All herds are being constantly culled by Nature, Man, Fate, or whatever, and the one who lives past the culling carries the genes and chromosomes of survival and the ultimate fate of the species. If this creature has a glimmer of a conscious thought, it may wonder to the Heavens why it carries this heavy burden of the future.

Unless the lucky soul is a man. Then you can pretty much guess he will lie to himself about said circumstances and go fetch himself another beer.

Men live in a state of constant falsehood and are happiest when living a lie. This inbred instinct for self-stupidity started when a dude single-handedly hunted the neighborhood saber-toothed tiger or mastodon to prove that he were brave and virile enough to win the heart of the local cave-dwelling hottie. Naturally, the tiger or mastodon killed that dude and the next twenty idiots to single-handedly hunt them, but one guy eventually got through the tusks and claws and brought home one mighty fine pelt. To him went the spoils of victory, including said hottie, and together they produced the next generation of lucky idiots who eventually took on more predators. And thus was born a man’s ill-informed habit of believing in himself, which was a confidence born of lies and rationalizations. If you have troubles swallowing all that, just ask those twenty-one dead idiots.

And we men do lie to ourselves constantly and (no surprise) it usually has something to do with women. We’re born thinking those milk-laden boobs belong to us alone and we’re none too pleased to find out that we’re going to be bottle-fed. The first time that cutie in our fifth-grade class smiles at us, we truly believe beyond all doubt that she thinks of us every night and nothing else. And when we’re pushing AARP-age, we still think we’re attractive to girls twenty years younger because of our maturity, silver BMW, and/or great skill in bed, and that she would know this if she would only take the time to talk to us or even just look at us without pity in her eyes.

Along those lines, we’ll really love you more if you join us in our rationalizations. Tell us that our guts don’t stick our when we drop ten pounds (and should lose fifty more). Tell us that we don’t have a comb over, but that we’ve rediscovered a haircut that was cool when we were younger. When we do something that causes us a minor thrill like changing a light bulb, be proud of us and don’t ask about our bad back. And for the love of God, sneak the Viagra into the pill box along with the other medications we might be taking for stress, blood pressure, and low self-esteem.

We know deep down inside we're pathetic. Duh. What I’m trying to say is try, or pretend to try, to be happy for us every once in a while, and know that we men really are simple creatures and we're doing our best when living a lie. You want our species to survive, don’t you?

Black is Slimming. Yeah, Right.


Had a lazy morning after yesterday's long day. Didn't exercise or do anything generally healthy, and even went to have a calorie-buster kind of meal at one of the casinos. Went to work for a little overtime and found some recent pictures in my email. I'll go more in-depth on those later, but this one took my breath away.

That's me last month and, lawd almighty, look at that gut and chin. If you're one of my mature female relatives or friends, I can already hear you saying I'm not that big...but wow. Never again. I am totally rededicating myself to a healthier lifestyle and smarter eating habits. Realistically, I will allow myself a burger or a slice of pizza now and then, but I will not get that large, again. I'm about 253 today and will be much lower by the end of the year. You read it here first.

Yesterday was a long one and I was in a bitchy mood from before dawn until bed. Said a couple of things about people that were cruel and unfair. I try to be a better person than that but it didn't show at all yesterday. Did eventually get the truck back and did have class last night, which was a total disaster. Could not get all of the class materials my students needed so I felt they were handicapped in completing their assignments. Tried to get the prison education clerk to show up and unlock his cabinets, but for some reason he wouldn't leave the chapel, per Control. Frustrating (!). At one point, I told everyone to go take a smoke break and I "borrowed" some materials from the prison high school so we could finish class. Hell of an example I set for my felons last night.

And these students! They finished three weeks worth of assignments last night! I was flabbergasted at the number of papers they turned in and will be spending much of tomorrow grading them...

...when I'm not with Liz's parents tomorrow. More on that later.

Friday, September 16, 2005

Shaken and Stirred


As mentioned below, we've had a few shakers in the area this morning. The map in the below entry changes over time so there's a snapshot of the fun so far. They upgraded the biggest one to a 4.2, which ain't bad.

Earthquakes can mess with people's mojos and make them all nervous and twitchy. We had someone in the office doing a darn good "Chicken Little" imitation.

Fun with cars continues. Woke up at 0415 for no good reason, so I played on the computer until Liz woke up, then walked down to the van to see it would start. It didn't, so I got Liz on the phone and she brought the Taurus down and we successfully jump-started the van. I puttered around the house and did some class prep, then realized I'd lost complete track of time and still had to bike to work. You'll notice below that it didn't take too long to get here. A few minutes after arriving, Liz called to say the van would not start again and she was taking a sick day (good idea, it turns out because the earthquakes hit shortly after that). At this moment, I'm waiting for Les Schwab to call on the truck.

Distance: 2.00 miles
Time: 10:41 minutes
103 calories burned
32 days until the USN

Earthquake

We just had a 3.8 shaker. All is well. Liz did not go to work today and was not in the Kinkead Building when it happened.

Here's the map.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

B***h, B***h, B***h


Happy Birthday, Mike! You Da Man!

Important lesson: bad days don't cure themselves. They grow and fester, and suck the life out of a beautiful day unless you take control of it and try to turn it around like a power steering wheel without the power. This was not one of those days.

The workday dragged on in a torture-Dilbert-way but it finally ended like they all do, and I was headed out the door with bike in hand when Liz called me on the cell: the truck had a flat tire. I rode over to Kinkead and saw the driver's front tire was flat to the ground. We wrestled with the jack and the lug nuts, but couldn't get the damn nuts off with the tools we had on hand. I called Becky for a lug wrench, and she brought her husband Anthony. He's a Nevada Highway Patrol trooper by trade, and it took him all of ninety seconds of watching me wrestle with things before he "suggested" that I get out of the way so he could finish the job. It took him about three minutes to get the old tire off and to put the spare on. We thanked them profusely and parted ways.

We found a big nail in the tire, and found another nail in the other front tire, too, but it hadn't gone flat, yet. Thinking an ounce of prevention would work here, Liz and I drove home to get the van so we could drop the truck off at the tire place. After leaving it there and taking Liz home, I went to a local restaurant about half a mile from the house to pick up gift certificates for Becky and Anthony. Went back out to the van...and the battery was dead, again. It wouldn't turn over. At all. No problem, because we bought Trina's car from her, so I called home to get Liz to drive it down to jumpstart the van...except her cell phone was in another room in the house and she couldn't hear it. Probably wouldn't done any good because Trina's car has a leak somewhere and tends to overheat after short periods of time. I walked home.

So as I write this, the truck is at Les Schwab with nails in two tires and the van is down the road with a dead battery and the overboiling teapot that is a 1988 Ford Taurus is in the driveway. The upside was today was still nice and warm, and I had a quiet walk home.

Anyway...

For some reason, I got the idea this morning that I was going to get a tattoo today, perhaps something with a Japanese or Chinese character, but I didn't want something that said, "This is an idiot American." There's a fascinating web site called Hanzi Smatter, and it's dedicated to educating the English-speaking public about the misuse of characters from Asian languages. Above is an example on how easy it can be for tattoo artists to make a simple mistake on a well-meaning illustration about "wife" and end up inscribing "poison," instead, or vice versa.


Here is what translator wrote about the Serenity logo (the misspellings are his, not mine):

"Two seperate readers have emailed me asking if the poster for new upcoming movie, Serenity, is correct. Apparently this movie was either based on or a spin-off from a television show called "Firefly". I have never seen the show myself, but rumor has that some of the show's dialogue were in Mandarin Chinese. The two characters featured in the poster are correct and they do mean "serenity", or " tranquil; tranquility".

One question I have is: why use Simplified verison of [Hanzi character], when the Traditional version [another Hanzi character] is better?

Update: Firefly's "Chinese" Dialogue May Be Machine-Translated

Several readers have commented about the pseudo-Chinese dialogue in the show "Firefly". Samples of Chinese dialogue with English translation suggested that the show's scripts are either directly machine-translated via translation tools like Babelfish, or their so-called "Chinese consultant" is an idiot with bare minimal knowledge of the Chinese language."



He also take Aunt Lily's former employer to task:

A tip from an UK forum has lead me to a Chinese guidebook published by Lonely Planet. I am still trying to figure out if the publisher wanted the cover to say "clock"...or "China", since both pronounciations for "clock" and "China" are homophonetic (zhong1).

The translator takes a reasonable amount of pride in his web site and knowledge of the languages, but is, candidly, intolerant of some folks who make honest mistakes in their passion to be unique. Nevertheless, he has a valid point criticizing people who haphazardly (or drunkenly) get their bodies permanently marked up without doing proper research. What can start out as a tattoo about "love" could easily turn into something about "barley," as it did for one unfortunate soul.

For the record, if I do get a tattoo with an Asian character, it'll be something real simple like this.

Don't Get Me Started


Let's get it out of the way right now: I woke up on the wrong side of the broom this morning. Dunno if it's a letdown after yesterday's two rides (12+ miles total) or I'm feeling bloated and crampy or something. Got up, stomped around the house, made some minor, irrational, and emotional decisions, and got on the bike to clear the mind. Along the way, found that I forgot my bike lock, strained my wrist again (argh!), and broke the bungee cord for my pack. Then the silly-ass calorie counter says I only burned 89 calories this morning. Fried flour didn't solve anything, so I'm here at work, stewing slowly, waiting for the next rock to fall out of the sky.

Basic organizational rule: if you want workers from another unit to do work for you, you must first coordinate with that supervisor's unit. Seems fairly basic. Keeps everyone informed and shows a little respect to the supervisor.

Carson High is closed today. The kids probably don't realize today will be treated as a snow day and they'll have to make it up at the end of the school year.

Happy Birthday, OJC.

I'll write more when the sun reappears...

Distance: 2.20 miles
Time: 15:07 minutes
89 calories burned
33 days until the USN

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Climb Every Molehill


When God imagined an afternoon for bike riding, this is what She imagined. It was warm, the wind died away, and there was nothing but me and the road. Took the back way via Ormsby and Winnie, then headed up the hill to the college. Went most of the way with the gears cranked down as far as possible, but I made it without stopping. Damn. After checking my mailbox, headed down the hill and set a new max speed for me. After going up and down that hill, took it very easy going home. Did notice the incline from Carson to Mountain via Washington was barely noticeable. The journal says I burned 272 calories, but I hope I did more than that because I ate a turkey sandwich from Subway and their nutrition guide says it's is 280 calories. I broke even. :(

Mi primo es un blogger!

Mandatory Serenity link for mi familia: Serenity Now! is an article by Jason Silverman of Slate explains how fan passion fueled a movie.

The idea is good but these are ugly t-shirts. Not even Teri Hatcher can make them look good.

It ain't just the Republicans pissing me off these days. From the internet: Amid Katrina Chaos, Congressman Used National Guard to Visit Home - Two Heavy Trucks, Helicopter Were Involved in Lawmaker's Trip at Height of Crisis

Distance: 6.70 miles
Time: 44:08 minutes
272 calories burned
34 days until the USN

Saddle Up!


Three classes under the belt and last night's will probably be the most interesting of all of them. Many to the Friday (IS 101) and Monday (COT 202) students have touched computers before, but the Tuesday (IS 101) students are mostly beginners. They're also an older group, which means they've probably spent that last few years of the Home Computer Age behind bars, so they're in the right class. Carried a bunch of books from NNCC out to my truck for the Warm Springs class.

Old political cliche: When your domestic agenda is a mess, fall back on your foreign agenda...and vice versa. If you're the current administration, you're screwed no matter what.

Interesting article about Liz's last State job. There's a remote chance Liz may be called to testify, so there will be nothing more about it here.

And here's an article about Liz's current location. Looks like they figured it's easier to listen to complaints that move the employees to a safer location. Somewhere, lawyers are drooling like hyenas over a lame impala:

Panel to consider options for Kinkead Building complaints

[Nevada] Appeal Capitol Bureau
September 14, 2005

Nevada's Interim Finance Committee will be presented Thursday with options for dealing with employee complaints about the state's Kinkead Building in Carson City.

The State of Nevada Employees Association has complained on behalf of the nearly 300 workers there of a leaky roof, slanted floors and cracking concrete as well as problems with heating and ventilation systems.

The association said it will be keeping a close eye on lawmakers and pushing for action to either move the workers elsewhere or find a way to replace the building.

SNEA officials say workers want out of the building.

An engineers' report has warned the building could collapse in a serious earthquake and concluded there are numerous structural problems that make it more economical to tear Kinkead down than to fix it.

SNEA officials say the state has ignored the problems in the building for years. The complaints became more vocal from workers after last-minute changes to the governor's proposed budget eliminated funding for a replacement building to house Human Resources employees.

A report on the Kinkead Building is scheduled for IFC's Thursday meeting. The committee isn't expected to take any action until November.


Until I get some cold weather biking gear, it's the stationary bike at the gym in the morning.

Distance: 5.45 miles
Time: 22:00 minutes
263 calories burned
34 days until the USN

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Giggles and Grins


Who's Number One in the Yahoo Public 125756 Baseball Fantasy League? That would the Carson Cubs, owned by little ol' me. I've been battling all season to catch up with the Pirates (he's goooood) and finally got to taste a little success. The contradiction in playing fantasy baseball is I have two really good Cardinals on my team (Pujols and Carpenter) and only one really good Cub (Ramirez), so I've spent a lot of the season contradicting myself.

(BTW, Mike Piazza sucks. I had him on the team twice and he fizzled each time, and him in a contract year, too.)

Went to the gym this morning after some fried flour and hopped on a stationary bike all macho-like and cranked up the settings because in my mind, I ride like Greg LeMond's large brother. It took all of twenty seconds to discover I bike more like Pee Wee Herman's large brother. Nevertheless, it was a sweatmaker and a good ride.

From CNN Breaking News: "President Bush says he takes responsibility for the federal government's failures in responding to Hurricane Katrina." No kidding.

Distance: 3.71 miles
Time: 20:00 minutes
206 calories burned
Five weeks until the USN

Monday, September 12, 2005

Another Brick in the Wall


Just left my first class at NNCC, where the usual beginning-of-the-semester chaos continues. The lack of books put a crimp in things, but the students seem ready to learn and wanting to use computers. And the computers! Brand new and with flat screens. What a nice change from the dinosaurs we've tolerated for so many years.

Life is funny. In my day job, folks are working on reports involving child abuse and neglect. Listening to what's happened to kids at the hands of adults....I just am not good with it. And the irony is I've taught some of those abusers. Not long ago, I had an elderly grandfather-type student in class who was pretty much the type of person I expected from someone of the Greatest Generation. I was shocked to learn that he was incarcerated for child molestation.

So how do I reconcile this? There are moments it baffles me, too, especially on days when I've put in the full ten hours at the office, then go out to the prison to be locked up (literally) with that most wretched hive of scum and villainy. When I walk out the gates after class and put the razor wire in the rearview mirror, the bands around my chest relax and I start to breath normally.

So why? There isn't one single reason out there because that would be too easy, so in no particular order of importance...

- They need an education. Felons have proved to a judge and jury they can't obey certain laws, but that didn't happen overnight or in a vacuum. Most kids got their first taste of society in preschool and school, and for some of those kids, K-12 was a series of academic failures and run-ins with teachers and principals. So now those kids are now in prison, making up for lost time in school. And...

- They want to learn. They may be in prison, but they're not stupid, especially students in the "mature" age range (35 and older). After years behind bars, they realize their life is a tragedy of missed opportunities. Most of my students want to be in class and they want to talk to teachers, compared to decades ago when they ditched school. I've heard it more than once: "I can't believe I'm back in school." And they're so hungry for knowledge. I can't keep up with them sometimes.

- They're getting out. When I was a grad student in another life five years ago, I wrote a paper on prison education and found, to my surprise, the average inmate will leave prison within five years of incarceration (excluding lifers). The general public likes to think that we've thrown away the key when we've lock up a DUI or a drug dealer or worse, but inmates earn release time through academics, prison work, and good behavior, not to mention changes in the law. In five years, would you rather they be outside with the skills that got them in jail, or would you rather they have a GED and thirty college credits?

- It's a somewhere between a passion and a hobby for me. My life is b-o-r-i-n-g. It hasn't always been that way, but the drama I used to inject into my days have fallen on the wayside as I've gotten older. As the calendar flips over, I've slowly begun to realize I'm not really an expert at a single thing. My professional life is a series of "jack of all trades" type jobs. I can't write a novel, engineer a network, or tune a car, but I can fix grammar in a report, trouble-shoot a server, and find a good mechanic. About the only single thing I do good is explain things. Slowly. Inmates are perfect for that.

- The money ain't bad and it's a great resume filler: "I teach at the college."

- Letty.

Some random Hurricane Katrina web blurbs:

From CNN: White and black Americans view Hurricane Katrina's aftermath in starkly different ways, with more blacks viewing race a factor in problems with the federal response, according to a CNN/USA Today/Gallup poll released Monday. The poll found that six in 10 blacks interviewed said the federal government was slow in rescuing those stranded in New Orleans after Katrina because many of the people in the Louisiana city were black. But only about one in eight white respondents shared that view. The numbers were similar on whether the rescues were slower because the victims were poor, with 63 percent of blacks blaming poverty and 21 percent of whites doing so. The poll, based on interviews with 848 whites and 262 blacks September 8-11, had a margin of error of plus or minus 6 percentage points."

From IMDB: "Acknowledging that after the 9/11 attacks four years ago, journalists had offered to government leaders "a preponderance of the benefit of the doubt," NBC Nightly News anchor Brian Williams said over the weekend that covering the inept response of government to Hurricane Katrina may bring "a healthy amount of cynicism back to a news media known for it." Indeed, several reporters who were most diligent in holding officials' feet to the fire have had their reputations burnished by their passionate coverage of the hurricane aftermath, particularly Fox's Shepard Smith (who was invited to appear on David Letterman's show), CNN's Anderson Cooper, CBS's Tracy Smith, and MSNBC's Joe Scarborough."

From Slate: "The NYT reports that despite Hurricane Katrina's damage, the name Katrina does not risk extinction. After Hurricane Hugo in 1989, the name Hugo actually moved up the list of popular baby names. Still, a Manhattan teenager interviewed for the article got so fed up with references to the storm that she now insists on being called "Kat." Another Katrina suggested eliminating naming storms altogether, thereby avoiding injury to all the Katrinas, Ivans, Charleys, and Camilles: "I think we should name hurricanes after vegetables we hate," she said."

Finally: "At the Houston Astrodome, three-year-old Joshwa Coyette cries out for his mother, who is believed to have drowned during Hurricane Katrina. Associated Press photo by Jessica Kourkounis"

Crisp and COLD


Somehow, without warning, we're scraping windshields and seeing our breath in the morning when we leave the house. Memo to Mother Nature: Nevada is a desert, so please give us back the morning heat. I like wearing shorts. Liz likes my legs.

This is last night's bike ride: From work to down Roop to Subway, then north on Frontage and Carson. Crossed blocks to King, then home. Didn't ride today because of class tonight.

On this Day in History, JFK married Jackie in 1953 (they were married for only ten years). Coincidentally, Nikita Khrushchev was elected as first secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union on the exact same day. Funny how these things go together.

Only at work for a short time and there's actually work to be done. So much for today's nap.

Yesterday's ride:
Distance: 5.10 miles
Time: 00:31:02 minutes
234 calories burned
36 Days Until the USN

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Heeeere's Johnny


Rode to work to pick up some overtime. Took it easy on the wrist: up Mountain, across Winnie, down Roop, crossed at Telegraph to Stewart and across the Carson Mall for some white mocha. Down Carson and across Fairview to the office.

Got all antsy last night after writing my blog (Republicans sooooo push my button), so I went to the gym for a non-wrist-bearing workout and burned 300 calories on the elliptical trainer. Then soaked in the spa until Grampa Moses decided to jump in and the water into Skin Soup.

Liz found we can add how many calories we burn on the Bike Journal. Will update it later.

Distance: 4.50 miles
Time: 00:26:40 minutes
37 Days Until the USN (Trina was confused about when she left. This time it's right.)

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Speak Truth to the Throne


Is the caption referring to Hurricane Katrina or President Bush? More thoughts below.

I've been on the Bloggers's DL due to this stinking wrist, but have decided to take one for the team and start playing through the pain. This is how it got sprained on Thursday: I was doing a rear-dismount and, while holding the handle bars, twisted and turned the wrist at the same time. It made an unpleasant "Rice Krispies" sound, and it got more painful as the day progressed, despite time in the spa and lots of direct cold. On Friday, I wussed out and went to the doctor who sent me for an x-ray. Nothing was or is broken, so I've had the arm wrapped up since the appointment. Becky at work very thoughtfully brought me one of her old braces from when she had carpel tunnel. The wrist is better and I will be on the bike tomorrow.

And I've desperately missed it, too. I haven't had any exercise since Thursday morning (58+ hours now) and I'm going stir-crazy and feeling more than a little blobish. Did a little vicarious riding by watching Liz try out her "new" wheels and saw her go around the neighborhood. Here's hoping that's the start of something good.

Last night was the first class at Warm Springs and it has a nice little computer classroom for about 15 students. Got the nickel tour of Control and one of the housing units. They gave me keys and a radio, and it was off to class. The students are about what you expect of incarcerated folks: they tested me as students have been doing forever, and I responded. Couldn't do much without the books, and the PCs didn't have the lessons, either. Normal start to a semester. Monday night is the first class at NNCC which will be equally as disorganized.

An interesting opinion piece by Mark Morford in the San Francisco Chronicle says we should get off President Bush's back for his response to Hurricane Katrina because he is doing the job we hired him to do. Quoting, "He is the CEO president, the megacorporate businessman's friend, the thug of the religious right, a big reservoir-tipped condom for all energy magnates, protecting against the nasty STDs of humanitarianism and progress and social responsibility." The article rips into him quite deeply and is supported, in part, by this more journalist piece from Associated Press.

I am not a Bush aficionado. He is a puppet for the Religious Right and seems to make faith-based decisions instead of science- and fact-based decisions. The people working for him are arrogant, inhumane, and too quick to wrap themselves with the flag to protect themselves from righteous public scrutiny and anger. No one was fired for a long series of national and international embarrassments like WMDs, Iraq, Abu Ghraib Prison, Valerie Plame, and so on. Those who did leave via "retirement" were rewarded for their mistakes, and those who stayed are caught up in a continual game of "cover your ass." No wonder an AP poll found that Bush's approval ratings have dropped below 40 percent.

Mr. President, the solution is easy. Stand up and say, "I am responsible. The buck stops here." Fire a few people and not just for show. Bring in fresh, feeling administrators who will do their jobs for the honor of serving the public good, like Coast Guard Vice Admiral Thad Allen. Let's see a little less hugging of the poor people, less time creating sound bites nobody believes, and do a little more work with the shovel and sand bag. Make New Orleans or Gulfport or Keesler AFB your base of operations for a few weeks. Get your daughters out there in the muck like Sean Penn and have them help recover some lost souls.

You're supposed to be the most powerful man in the world. Don't tell us you care. Show us you care. That will make us all powerful.

Edit: The above picture is real and not created with PhotoShop, per the Urban Legend web site.

Friday, September 09, 2005

One-Handed Bandit

The wrist is sprained, not broken. I'm off Dollar for a few days. Will probably go to the gym...bleh...

Yeargh

Not much blogging and probably no riding for a while because I yakked my wrist yesterday. No bruising or swelling, but it's darn painful, especially on the keyboard. Advil and cold wraps don't help, so I'm going to the doctor today and there's probably an X-ray in the immediate future.

Good news:
- Not teaching a fourth class at the college. More later.
- Football season started yesterday.
- My classes start tonight.

Change in this countdown. Trina's actually leaving October 17:
38 Days Until the USN

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Dragging


Really, really slow this morning, but not in a bad way. Had a hard ride to work because I discovered I was in the third spoke on Dollar and instead of using common sense, decided to stay there and push myself all the way to work. Went to Smiths for trail mix and to Kupps for some caffiene. In between stops, I was really moving and walked in the office drenched like last night. Some time in the spa cleaned out the aches.

Looking at the Bike Journal, I've ridden every day this month and sometimes twice a day. I'm not riding tonight and taking tomorrow off. Period. End of discussion. Is this the first symptom of obsessiveness? ;-)

I'll write more later.

Distance: 3.00 miles
Time: 00:16:13 minutes
40 Days Until the USN

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Sweatin' to the Oldies


That's the front of the house at 9:30 tonight. Why did I take that picture? Because the camera makes the brick look good.

Did another long ride home. Took the usual ride to the Bike Shop via Roop/Stewart/Curry, then up Curry to Nevada to Long and up Carson. Took a Snickers break at Albertsons, then up College Parkway, down Ormsby, down Winnie really fast, then south on Mountain. Walked in the door dripping with sweat, and for some reason, WifeyPooh didn't want a big hug and sloppy kiss.

The bike computer says I did a whole 6.4 miles in thirty-six minutes. The Bike Journal says I'm averaging 10.8 miles an hour a ride, but it sure seems I'm going a lot further. It's gotta be the hills. ;-)

The college wants me to teach another class. Oy vey. 12 credits x $650 = $7,800. Hmmmm. Lots of experience. Hmmm. WifeyPooh will kill me. Hmm. Gotta sleep on that.

Distance: 6.40 miles
Time: 00:36:53 minutes
41 Days Until the USN

CJ Rehnquist - A Classy Dude

One last post on William Rehnquist. He was proud of his military service in World War II, as shown by his tombstone at Arlington National Cemetery. He is number 29 on the list (the last).
He could have had "Chief Justice" inscribed, but instead chose to honor his time as an Army sergeant. Good for him.

In Search of a Mug


Chief Justice Rehnquist was carried to his viewing in Washington D.C. today. The second person on the left side of the coffin (right side of the picture) is the nominee to replace him. The Washington Post wrote a touching article about this. (Subscription may be required.)

Nice ride this morning. Still a little saddle sore so took the direct route to work. Stopped by Kupps Coffee for some caffeine but they don't sell mugs for the bike, so went to Starbucks for some crap coffee that was way too sweet. I hate Starbucks.

Gilligan died this weekend. Someone on the Biking Forums web site pointed out all of the significant "Denvers" in the entertainment business are gone now: John Denver, Bob Denver and Denver Pyle.

Notes from the internet...

"The screwage of Nevada":

"Update: In July 2004, as News of the Weird mentioned, a federal appeals court ruled that the leak-safety standards for the long-awaited nuclear waste depository at Nevada's Yucca Mountain were too weak, in that the Environmental Protection Agency would only regard the facility as safe for 10,000 years (almost five times the length of time since the birth of Jesus). One National Academy of Sciences panel had recommended against the site unless leak-safety could be certified for at least 300,000 years. In August 2005, EPA issued a revised durability standard, now claiming the site would be free of unsafe leaks for a million years. (Context: 110 years ago, science had not even discovered radioactivity.) [New York Times, 8-10-05]" [From the September 4th "News of the Weird"]

"The Sunset Years":

"Senior Citizen Shoots Cheating Hubby - West Virginia woman claims paramour had venereal disease
SEPTEMBER 1--Meet Mollie Hardbarger. The 73-year-old West Virginia woman is sitting in a Mountain State lockup after pumping a .22-caliber slug into her 69-year-old husband's stomach earlier this week. According to a criminal complaint filed in Ritchie County Magistrate Court, Mollie told cops she shot her hubby Hallie "because he was having sex with a local female." And, as if it wasn't bad enough he was stepping out with someone from the 'hood, "this particular female had a venereal disease." Ouch. The septuagenarian, who has been charged with malicious wounding, faces up to 10 years in prison if found guilty. Meanwhile, Hallie is in critical condition in a local hospital's intensive care unit." The Smoking Gun has a sad picture of the perp.

"Some working girls at the Moonlite BunnyRanch would like to become Red Cross volunteers."

Becca Brat, who is from Baton Rouge, La., Max and Air Force Amy plan to attend a Red Cross training class in Reno so that they can volunteer with the Hurricane Katrina relief effort in the Gulf Coast. "We want to take the class and use whatever skills we have, even though we're not nurses," said brothel prostitute Air Force Amy, who doesn't give out her full name. "But I was in the military, so I should be able to help." Nevada Appeal (subscription may be required)

Edit:A lame hypochondriac test.

Distance: 2.90 miles
Time: 00:18:38 minutes
41 Days Until the USN

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

The Ark is Here Somewhere


That is the garage, courtesy of our spiffy new digital camera. Hard to believe we finally joined the twentieth century when it comes to photography. (I hear that internet thing is going to be big, someday, too). We no longer have an excuse not take pictures. The daughters are psyched about the new toy but they will have to be patient for a little while longer.

As you can see, the garage is packed to the rafters. Must give credit where credit is due. I was certain that there wouldn't be enough room to fit everything from the storage, but the proof is in the camera. The Bride did a fantastic job organizing the place. (BTW: the people at Staples are helpful, but their greeter is much too perky. She was scaring people with her loud cheerfulness when they came in the door.)

Fairly productive day for being on annual. Took a one-mile ride to the Kinkead building to pick up the truck and took Trina's bike into the Shop so The Bride can use it. It'll have a new seat and a bike computer because she deserves the best. Spent some time at the college to try to fix the book order thing and found they're as organized as usual. Got some blood drawn by an excellent vampire (felt nothing from the needle) and had Chinese with the Bride.

The health insurance debate is important but never really took center stage with me because I've been lucky and have stayed out of the hospital. Last February, I had an emergency appendictomy and got charged (not kidding) $20,468.62 for the experience. This includes pelvic and abdominal CAT scans ($2,381), an overnight stay in the OB ward ($1,249), some time in the recovery room ($1,143) and, oh yeah, the operation itself ($11,371). The anesthetic and other mind-numbing drugs were extra. Got the bill today for all of this with the insurance taken out: $249.53 or about one percent of the original charges. Considering everything that could have happened, I'll pay this bill without (much) grumbling.

[Pause in blog writing while I work on the OFFL web site, run errands, and generally chill. Also need recovery time from Chinese food buffets...bloated...bleh...]

I let a nitwit under my skin this afternoon. He's a fellow owner in my fantasy football league and has the maturity of....ah, there I go again. It's always better to take the high road. I put the little snot on my spam list and his email will go straight to the dumper from now on.

Bill King is the voice of the Oakland Athletics and there are times I know he's not watching the same game the rest of us are seeing. Listening to him on the radio, he once said the A's are 4-51 when entering the ninth inning and behind in the score, which in his opinion was "pretty good," even though that means the A's lose 92% of the time. Tonight he was talking about a Mariner batter who crowds the plate and struck out on an outside pitch, which he amended about three seconds later to say it was an inside pitch. The man is a goof on the mike.

Madison Week 1 lineup:
QB Carr
RB Holmes
RB James
WR Givens
WR Johnson, Andre
TE Johnson, Eric
K Feely
D/ST Jets, Jets, Jets

Distance: 0.90 miles
Time: 00:05:35 minutes
Six Weeks Until the USN

Monday, September 05, 2005

My Bikefriend's Back


That's my nephew Corey and his sisters Amber and Amy in September of 1992. Corey was fifteen months old when that picture was taken and he turned fourteen in June 2005. I have no idea what to tell him when he shows up in a few years.

Been working in front of the PC all day, doing mostly OFFL stuff, but that got boring and Dollar was calling. Took a look at the stinking bike computer, but wasn't too hopeful at the beginning. Back in the day when GWB was failing classes at Yale, I tried to assemble something furniture-like for my brand new Bride. Being about as mechanically inclined as a Pushmi-Pullyu, I did the "they want a flat screw there and not a bolt?" thing. From that point forward, the Bride did the furniture assembling in the house. Nevertheless, I figured out what was wrong with the bike computer. Yay, team.

Another long ride down Curry, left on Koontz, left on Carson, down Frontage, right on Colorado, and left on Utah. Soaked in the spa at the gym. Up Fairview, left on Williams, right on State. Up the Long Street hill to Roop, down Winnie, left on Mountain. It was the longest total time on Dollar and my butt hurts. I'm taking tomorrow off and let everything settle back on the flab where it belongs.

Had my first dog last week and had my first angry driver today. Saliman is down to two lanes for road construction, so while I was riding along the barriers, some folks yelled at me, "This ain't a bike path!" Since the riding space was limited, there wasn't much either of us could do.

Moving on...

Just did a quick calculation: the Bride and I've been married 279 months today. If an average month is 30 days, then we've been married:
- 1,196 weeks
- 8,370 days
- 200,880 hours
- 12,052,800 minutes
- 723,168,000 seconds
Which means we'll hit a billion seconds in about seven years.

Jerry Rice retired. There are those who prefer their sports heroes retire at the top or near the top of their game. My thought: unless they got a really good back-ended contract like Steve Young or have the name recognition of Michael Jordan, let them keep reaching for those big paychecks and loud crowds for as long as possible. Who does it really hurt? Jerry's a first-ballot HOFer, even if he retired 10 years ago. Folks who say aging athletes are shaming themselves need to refocus their energy on the athletes that really do dishonor their respective sports: drug users.

In case it missed your attention, Supreme Court nominee Judge John Roberts is 50 years old. William Rehnquist was eighty when he passed on, so we could be talking about one of the longest Chief Justice tenures in history if Judge Roberts is confirmed (and he will be). At least the new CJ won't be Associate Justices Scalia or Thomas. The church-state separation thing would have had to find a new country.

A more personal perspective: Judge Roberts is six years older than me. It's possible with medical science advancing as it is, this Chief Justice could outlive me. Probably not, though, since I had grandparents on both sides that lived into their nineties, but it is a sobering thought.

Does this happen to you? I take a liking or a hating to a movie or something, and it's generally the polar opposite of someone in my family or workcenter, and they take it personally and get huffy. Folks, grasp this concept: I gave an opinion on something that was created by artists and millionaires outside of your control or influence. I wasn't attacking you in any way or even hinting that your opinion was more or less important than mine. My tastes were groomed by decades of crappy television, disco music, Stephen Donaldson books, and a hate for Jerry Bruckheimer history-revisionist movies. For twenty seconds, please stopping taking every little statement I make so damn personally.

Whew. I feel better. ;-)


Distance: 9.90 miles
Time: 00:56:41 minutes
43 Days Until the USN

Too Lazy To Think This Morning


From the internet:

"IN WEEK BEFORE LABOR DAY, POINTLESS 'FILLER' COLUMNS ABOUND
Lazy Columnists Pad Out Stories by Quoting Experts, Experts Say
"The Borowitz Report 08-31-05" by Andy Borowitz
(Groaner's Digest, Vol 25, Issue 2)

In a phenomenon that occurs every year in the week before Labor Day, national columnists across America file pointless, content-free "filler" columns, enabling the lazy scribes to hit the beach earlier, according to observers who have been following this trend.

The "filler" columns are churned out in a matter of minutes with no loftier goal than meeting a deadline and filling up space -- meaning that columnists will often resort to using the same words or phrase again and again and again and again and again.

And rather than doing any original writing, the slothful columnists will rely on so-called "experts" to supply them with quotes to fill up space, experts say.

"They'll often quote people you've never heard of," says Harold Crimmins, an expert in the field of filler columns. "It's pretty shameless."

The typical "filler" column is often a reprint of a previously published column, but the writer will later plug in one cursory reference to current events, such as the Cindy Sheehan controversy, to disguise this fact.

And in order to fill up space even faster, Crimmins says, the lazy beach-bound columnist will compose his summer "filler" columns with short paragraphs.

Many of these paragraphs will be as short as one sentence, he says.

"Or shorter," he adds.

There are other telltale signs a reader can look for in order to determine whether a writer has, in fact, filed a so-called "filler" column, according to Crimmins.

One of these is a tendency to repeat information that the reader has already read earlier in the article, with columnists even stooping to using the same quote twice.

"They'll often quote people you've never heard of," Crimmins says.

Another tip-off is if the column ends abruptly."


43 Days Until the USN

Sunday, September 04, 2005

The Best Ever!


If you're a skeptic like me, your spidey-sense goes off when someone says "It was the best ever." Let's be real. Human memory and experience are limited to our own perception and memory, so what may be the "Best Ever" is only as good as yesterday.

Having said that, today was the best ride ever!

Finally did some class work and found we needed office supplies from Office Depot, so Dollar and I hit the road. The weather was glorious and there was a moderate to strong headwind coming from the south. Down Richmond, east on Fifth, south on Division, east on Tenth, and south on Curry. This road is an adventure because it's narrow on a blind curve at one point, and has a long gentle incline and a couple of good hills (for me). I took the first hill, the curve, and incline with no problem, but the second hill near Koontz just about did me in. Remembering the King's Canyon ride, I gutted it out for as long as possible, but there was more hill than Bob. I stopped and rested for a minute, then managed to get going without much problem.

Stopped and rested again at the south Albertsons on Clearview, then headed down Carson. I cranked the bike up as far as possible and rocked from Clearview to Koontz. I cut through the Toyota parking lot and kept rocking down Frontage Road until Office Depot, where I remembered I had a prescription waiting at the north Albertsons. Dollar and I went through the Carson Mall, up Plaza, through the Capitol Complex (where we ignored the 'No Biking' signs), crossed Carson at Telegraph, and traveled North Curry. We turned left at Washington, right on Division, right on Long, up Carson to the north Albertsons. Got the scrip, some fluids and a Snickers bar, and headed home via Carson, Bath, Division, Fleischmann, and Mountain.

As I write and read this, I'm kinda of amazed at the distances and speeds because I know I set some personal bests today, but they don't go in the Bike Journal because the stinking bike computer still doesn't work. I tried to wear a heart monitor and found it doesn't work, either. Starting to look like small electronic devices don't like Bob the Blob.

I'm whupped. It's naptime.

ps: The duck picture is from PostSecret. It's worth a few minutes of your time.

Edit: Since I don't have mileage...
BP: 131/83
Pulse: 84 bpm
44 Days Until the USN

Lucky In Love


Four movies in the house this weekend:

Sin City is the adaptation of Frank Miller's series of graphic novels. Brought to the screen by Robert Rodriguez of Desperado and Spy Kids fame, there's lots of bullets, sex, blood, and "end justifying the means" type of violence. Mickey Rourke is excellent and Jessica Alba is nice to look at. Watch it if you don't want to think.

Closer is a movie that should have made for adults, but appeals to the 18-25 demographic with its use of language. All of George Carlin's seven dirty words are used frequently, and I about threw up during the cyber-sex scene between Jude Law and Clive Owen. All of this took away from a good story about twisted love and lost opportunity, and the excellent performances by Julia Roberts and Natalie Portman are lost in the muck. To its credit, the movie does not have a happy ending.

After those, I had to clear the palette:

There are good movies and bad movies, and some lurk on the edges. The Last Starfighter is a good bad movie. The first to use a computer (Cray X-MP) for the ships and such, it's aged well in this era of "computer graphics instead of plot." The actors have a good time with their roles and don't take themselves too seriously, especially Robert Preston and Dan O'Herlihy (they steal every scene they're in). This is another movie for the non-thinker, but in a good way.

Adam's Rib is a 1949 movie about married lawyers occupying opposite tables in a courtroom battle over women's rights (disguised as an attempted murder trial). The dialogue is tight and the supporting cast is excellent, but the movie is more about the chemistry between Spencer Tracy and Katherine Hepburn. There is genuine affection between the two whenever they're together that goes beyond acting. It is amazing to watch. (My first Tracy/Hepburn movie was Guess Who's Coming to Dinner, which was made nearly twenty years later. When I first saw it, I sensed these were two people deeply and eternally in love. We should all be so lucky.)

Moving on:

If you don't get "Today's Papers" from Slate Magazine, you're missing a summary of the nation's newspapers and their view on the world of politics, national news, and the strangely important things not found in the local paper. I said yesterday that Hurricane Katrina is now a racial issue. The New York Times adds this the discussion:

"[T]he NYT takes a look at how Katrina laid bare some shameful realities about race and class in America. The pieces says the impoverished residents of New Orleans were left to fend for themselves by an evacuation plan that hinged on residents being able to drive themselves out, in a city in which 35 percent of black households don't have a car."


Chief Justice Rehnquist passed on. A conservative appointed to the court by Richard Nixon and chosen by Reagan for the CJ, he opposed the death penalty, flag burning, and Roe v. Wade, and supported Miranda, school prayer, and rights for gays and lesbians. My bet is Sandra Day O'Connor will be asked to stay on until a new CJ is confirmed.

This may be my next car, but this looks like more fun.

Edit:Waaaay too many italics in this entry. :-)

No riding today (so far)
44 Days Until the USN

Saturday, September 03, 2005

You read it here first...


I am a frickin' idiot.

Well, maybe not every minute of the day. Scott Adams of Dilbert fames says we're all idiots from time to time, but there are moments...

For instance, spent much of last night stomping around the house because I lost my glasses. Woke up this morning resolved to retrace my steps in hopes that they might turn up. I sat down on the bed to put on my shoes...and there they were, on the floor, under the dresser. AARRGGHH. But the upside is they're back. Since I was all geared up for a ride, I hit the road. Went to the Pinion Plaza for some fried flour (been eating too much flour ... bad me), then rode to Albertsons via Long, Roop, Winnie, and Carson. Got a new water bottle and carrots, and dropped a dollar in the poker machine.

From Albertsons, went down Carson, which was the best part of the ride. I stayed on Carson for as long as I could, in the highest gear on my second spoke, but the road narrows at Long and there's no room for me and the SUVs and semi's that run that road. I took to the sidewalk since nobody was using it and I biked as hard as I could. There are lots of obstacles like metal poles and driveways, but it was a rush like when I watched the speeder chase in Return of the Jedi on the big screen. Turned off at the bike shop (closed this weekend) and lollygagged down Curry, then went home via King. An awesome ride. Easily five miles, but I'll only record what's on the computer.

The media and I are making nice to each other (well, mostly me). Looked through the 09/03/2005 edition of the San Francisco Chronicle and found something interesting to read on almost every page (eat dust, Gannett!).

Front page: Little Jaida Holloway is trying to make her daddy smile while they and hundreds other are camped out on Interstate 10 in 90+ degree and 90+% humidity, waiting for something, anything to get them out of there.

Page A3: Sgt Monta Ruth, USA, of Winston-Salem is the 1886th casualty of the Iraq conflict.

A8: Speaker of the House Dennis Hasert (Republican) is taking it in the teeth for declaring that large parts of New Orleans are unfixable and saying, "It looks like a lot of that place could be bulldozed." He was not present when Congress had an emergency session to fund a $10.5 billion aid package for the affected areas. Democrats are understandably upset and are using the sound bite to fuel their fury. Former Arkansas governor Bill Clinton said he would have "assaulted" the congressman if he had been here.

A10: Experts and critics alike state the government infrastructure was not ready to evacuate the poor, aged, and infirmed. In New Orleans, these generally are African Americans, so Hurricane Katrina becomes a racial issue ... as it should be. Shame on all of us for not doing better and double shame on us if it happens again. The upside is there will probably never be another Hurricane Katrina-type disaster response ever again.

A13: That thought will probably not comfort the family of the dead woman floating in stale water outside the Superdome.

B6: The Chronicle's editorial board calls the government's emergency response, "a national disgrace."

C1: The California Attorney General plans to investigate the possibility that the oil prices are being artificially inflated to take advantage of recent national and global events. (Duh. Mr. AG: remember the brown-outs?) There's a picture of a dude who spent $54 to fill the tank of his SUV. Poor baby. I spent less than $5 to fill my tank (stomach) this morning to go bike riding and you have mass transit. I do not feel your pain, sucker.

D1: How about them A's?

D2: Human nature generally makes us beatify the dead after they pass on. Bruce Jenkins pulls no punches when writing about his late colleague Jake Smith, who succumbed to a lifelong love for alcohol. It reminded me of the obituaries for Mickey Mantle and what he could have been if not for his public and private excesses. Sometimes, the demons that fuel our talents keep us from ascending to the summit. Mr. Jenkins and I agree on the San Antonio Spurs (next year's champs) and Rafael Palmeiro ("preposterous").

D7: Tiger Woods is the best golfer in the world. Well, not every article is a gem.

D10: Weather report. It will be 67 at SFO, 74 in Petaluma, and 92 in New Orleans in the shade. It'll be warmer on the Interstate 10 for Jaida Holloway and her daddy.

E1: Marianne Constantinou writes about 94-year-old Frieda Adams, who lives in an elder-care facility with five other senior citizens. Ms. Constantinou could easily have written nearly the exact same story about Grama. These two sentences sum up Ms. Adams and could have been said about Grama on her 94th birthday: "She is lucky: She still has her health. She is unlucky: She still has her health."

Distance: 2.2 miles on the computer
Time: 00:09:16 minutes on the computer
45 Days Until the USN

Friday, September 02, 2005

My Bad Day...Not As Bad As Others


The good thing about bad days is sometimes they happen all at once and you get them out of the way for a while. I hope so, anyway. After today's giggles and grins at the doctor's office and the college, Liz and I decided to have dinner together after her meeting with the other organizers of the Reno Film Festival. She's the volunteer coordinator and they love her up there, just like everyone else who works with her. But she's mine. Mua ha ha.

Back to the story. She called from the Geiger Grade and said she was on the way to Wendys, so I hopped on the bike and booked on up Mountain, Winnie, Carson. She got there about 10-15 minutes later, we went in, and I realized my regular glasses weren't in my pocket. Since I always keep them with me when I wear my prescription sunglasses, they must have fallen out of my pocket on the trip up. We looked around the parking lot and the truck, and tore the house apart, but they're gone. My eyes haven't changed since the early 90's, so my backup pair of glasses look more appropriate for Harry Potter than the 21st century. We're heading up to Lenscrafters in Reno tomorrow, probably with me cussing the entire time.

And I broke my water bottle.

A quick scan of the internet reminded me that in the grand scheme of reality, things could have been much worse, especially compared to the natural and human disaster down south. The next sound you hear is me sucking it up and shutting it up.

Edit: After reassessment and a night's sleep, and on a scale of zero (a normal day in Carson) and ten (LA/AL/MS during and after the hurricane), I had a 2. (Since I tend to exaggerate things, it was probably a 1, but we'll go with a 2.)

Distance: 2.40 miles
Time: 00:15:09 minutes
46 Days Until the USN

As I sit gingerly at the computer...


A bad day at home is better than a good day at work, or so I once thought. I went to the doctor today and he proceeded to examine me, which is probably as uncomfortable for him as it is for me. Nevertheless...ouch. And I have to eat nothing for twelve hours Monday night for a blood test on Tuesday morning.

All that aside, had a good ride up to Albertsons and back via Ash Canyon Road. And if you're wondering, I spend a lot of time standing in the saddle. :)

Aunt Lilly called about the trip we're taking to the Bay Area and she got some awesome seats right by the visitor's dugout (section 114 on the chart). There weren't seats to get all four of us together but we'll work that out. The interesting news on top of that is the game we're going to is the ESPN Game of the Week, so we'll be on national TV with Jon Miller and Joe Morgan. I might have to make a big sign: "Next up on ESPN: Sportscenter."

Just got back from the college and found out at 1415 that my book order for my three classes was rejected by the college book store, and the store closed at 1300. My classes start a week from today. I'm going to have to use a lot of imagination, and I am more than a little annoyed that I had to go to the college to find out the order was rejected. I feel like I just got re-examined without the benefit of KY jelly.

(Cleansing Breath...)

Not too long ago, I got on the mass media for not doing their jobs. Since 9/11, the Fourth Estate seemed entranced with the having access to Wizard of Oz (the fantasy face propagated by the Republican public relations juggernaut) and ignoring the man behind the curtain (ie: the real story). Hurricane Katrina may be changing that a little, according to this blurb from IMDB [the paragraph breaks were added for readability]:

"At one point during NBC's coverage of the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, reporter Martin Savidge commented: "This is not Iraq, this is not Somalia, this is home." In fact, the images that television continued to bring into American homes Thursday seemed far more horrendous than anything presented from war-torn nations abroad, and television anchors and reporters who usually distance themselves from disaster stories often appeared as angry as the hurricane victims about what appeared to be gross disaster unpreparedness.

"While he was interviewing Louisiana Senator Mary Landrieu, Anderson Cooper interrupted her after she thanked President Bush and former President Clinton "for their strong statements of support." Said Cooper, "I'm sorry for interrupting but for the last four days, I've been seeing dead bodies in the streets here in Mississippi, and to listen to politicians thanking each other and complimenting each other, I got to tell you, there are a lot of people here who are very upset and very angry and very frustrated. And when they hear politicians thanking one another, it kind of cuts them the wrong way right now, because literally there was a body on the streets of this town yesterday being eaten by rats because this woman had been laying in the street for 48 hours and there's not enough facilities to take her up."

"When Homeland Security chief Michael Chertoff, who attempted to assure the country that authorities had things under control, appeared on Fox News and CNN, both networks split the screen with images showing just the opposite. (Indeed, an ABC News crew turned back when they encountered gunfire on the way to a New Orleans hospital.) Fox anchor Shepard Smith, reporting from New Orleans, remarked, "We were expecting a naval armada [to come to the rescue]. It hasn't happened." The television networks themselves also came in for a drubbing from several newspaper TV writers for their limited coverage of the disaster. Ed Bark of the Dallas Morning News commented: "How have ABC, NBC and CBS handled what arguably is the worst natural disaster in U.S. history? They've mostly been looking the other way, keeping their daytime soaps in play and waiting all the way until Wednesday night to schedule their first prime-time news specials on the devastation."

"Aaron Barnhart in the Kansas City Star also took the networks to task for handing off the story to the cable news networks, writing, "It doesn't matter if the coverage can be found somewhere else. When it's offered by broadcast networks, more people are informed and the overall sense of urgency rises. This is what happened in 9/11. It happened in the war...Coverage equals importance. That's what makes broadcasting broadcasting." Meanwhile, the cable news networks drew some of their biggest audiences ever. Since Sunday, Fox News Channel has averaged 4,159,000 viewers in primetime (it set a record of 4,900,00 on Wednesday), while CNN has drawn 3,076,000 (3,600,000 on Wednesday) and MSNBC, 1,235,000 (1,500,000 on Wednesday)."

This is what the Founding Fathers had in mind when they called for Freedom of the Press. James Madison, who basically wrote the First Amendment, said, "The people shall not be deprived or abridged of their right to speak, write, or to publish their sentiments; and the freedom of the press, as one of the great bulwarks of liberty, shall be inviolable." He thought it was the press' responsibility to shine the light, and get in government's face, if there was something wrong or evil. From what we've seen on television from Louisiana and Mississippi, something stinks with the Bush's administration's idea of disaster response, and the press is finally doing the job we need them to do.

Distance: 5.70 miles
Time: 00:27:48 minutes
46 Days Until the USN

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Gad! It's September?!


In honor of my spiffy new bike computer plus feeling the need for a challenge, took an unusual ride home: Left the office and went east on Fairview, north on Saliman, west on Fifth and up the hill to Richmond. It was 90 degrees with a medium headwind, so I walked in the door totally soaked in sweat.

I thought I was a slow fellow on the pedals but reading the Training submissions on the Forum, I'm not doing too bad for my level of expertise.

Took tomorrow and Tuesday as annual, and Liz took tomorrow off, because we planned work on the storage unit, but we don't need to do that. I made a doctor's appointment for tomorrow and will do the much-delayed-and-procrastinated school work.

Drove the truck tonight for the practice and went to the bank, library, Borders, and Panda Express. Saw some folks jawing at each other in a parking lot and had 911 on the phone, but common sense broke out and they left.

Falling asleep on the keyboard. Good Night.

Distance: 3.2 miles
Time: 00:17:51 minutes

We Are Not So Removed


Photo caption: "President Bush surveys the damage from Hurricane Katrina while flying over New Orleans on his way to the White House after ending his summer vacation."

Dude, park the 747 and take some in-flight peanuts and Perrier to those poor people down there. You're their President, too, you know.

Along those lines, there's much going on in my brain about Hurricane Katrina, not the least is a deep sadness for those affected. Another thought is the inhumanity I've heard from folks about what happened, something like "if they choose to live there..." and "people die all the time." Generally, I hear that kind of selfishness from teenagers because they're self-involved by nature, though the exceptions shine brightly, but I'm seeimg this from "adults" on public forums and blogs. Has the mass media desensitized to us so much to the massive losses from nature or war? Millions have died on the African continent from starvation, plague, and civil wars over the last twenty years, not to mention the AIDS crisis. People are dying faster than they're being born in Russia and the former Soviet republics for many reasons, including the environmental disasters of the USSR (ex: Chernobyl). There are days I doubt we're evolving as a species.

This is a blog of one of Lara and Danielle's friends. She recently moved to New Orleans.

Speaking of the mass media...

Got a bike computer for Dollar and found I'm not nearly as fast as I thought I was. Going south on Mountain last night and only got up to 19 mph. My average speed from my last two rides, according to my bike journal, is about 10 miles per hour. Another eye opener is the distance: when I go from the house to work via the Carson Nugget, it's only 2.5 miles (what a dinky little town). The upside is now I'll be pushing myself harder, going longer distances, and burning more calories, which is good with the weather getting colder.

The computer itself is fascinating. In the old days, a bike speedometer was attached to a tire via a heavy-duty wire, which turned with the tire and manually updated an odometer and speedometer, pretty much like the one you find in a car. The modern bike computer has an LCD display attached to a tire sensor that monitor wheel rotations. You can remove the LCD display and stick in your pocket, whereas the old bike speedometer was permanently attached to the handlebars. This computer shows the time, current speed, max speed, average speed, temperature, trip time, and trip distance. It's a nifty little gadget and I think this is the model, though I didn't pay nearly that much for it.

There are more that a few supervisors who should have this on their desks as a warning to employees and potential employees.

Did you know there's a anti-rape condom? (Not for the weak of heart.)

The fantasy football web site is slowly coming together. We're going to have team pages and more detail about the season. Fun stuff.

This morning:
Distance: 2.50 miles.
Time: 00:15:13 (slooooow)