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Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Over there...

Possibly the most riveting hour of TV. Or it would have been, if it hadn't been so disturbingly suspenseful that I had to change the channel every few minutes just to breath. If you make everyone watch this, wars might be a lot less common.

The Lessons of Our Mothers

My mom said, "Don't run at night. I've heard it's not safe around there." I should have listened, although I think the events of tonight were not what she was thinking of.

It's raining, and I was in a funky mood. I got home, and it was 90 degrees in my room. So yeah, I decided to go for a run. Grabbed my keys, my heart rate monitor, and started out. I decided I would do foot strike drills (20 seconds of rather fast turnover). First thing I noticed was that my usual route was blocked off for construction. Was I pissed? You bet. But I had to pick a course. I doubled back, and decided to run west instead of east, and then get home a different way. It would increase the distance of the run, but that's fine by me. What wasn't fine was twisting my ankle (and possibly my knee). At that point, I turned around and started to walk the three-quarter miles back to my house. Eventually ran 3 tenths of a mile to finish it off, but I'm pissed. I hope it's not anything worse than a turned ankle. I was doing so well.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Jesus is filling out paperwork at the facility on East 12th Street

When I was a little kid, I remember one passover in particular. Two actually. But the one that sticks out (because I was admonished) was the one in which I punched my cousin in the nuts.

His wife just had their second child.

I'm glad to know that my punch did not sterilize my cousin. This is unsurprising, as I didn't really throw the whole weight of my eight year old body behind it.

He's a good father, and his kids are really cute.

The center of the earth is the end of the world

I've been running quite a bit lately. At first, I got massive blisters on the arches of my feet. Rather painful too. This harkened back to a day just over a year and a half ago when I sprained my foot (during a half-marathon) because I wanted to avoid the painful blister on the inside of my foot. The blisters have callused now, and I've been able to progress rather well over the past two weeks (if that long).

Anyhow, here's the goal. In late November, there is a half-marathon. My goal is to run 8-minute miles for the whole of it, and to finish in 1:45. I don't think that's asking much.

Here are the workouts for the past few days:

Friday: Quick 2 mile run.
Saturday: 4 mile run in 32:30.
Sunday: 4.75 mile run in 38:02.
Monday: 2.5 mile run in 17:30. Focus on foot-strikes (30 strikes with right foot over 20 seconds) during the run.
Today: 4 mile run in 32:20. Average hr of 161.

The goal for this weekend is a 6 mile run. At least one. I'm also tempted to let myself take a rest day, but that seems really weak.

Monday, July 25, 2005


I like raspberries. I didn't think I did, but I do. I just hate the texture.

Sunday, July 24, 2005

On Lance...

If you can't be inspired by Lance Armstrong, you're probably dead.

Here's a guy who was almost dead, comes back and wins 7 straight Tours de France. But more than that, he has given hope to so many cancer survivors. It makes anything a normal human being can do seem small, but at the same time so important. Running for a cure? A great step for someone who has never run before, and a huge help for everyone suffering from cancer. More than any other athlete, Lance has attached himself to a cause and brough such great visibility to it that I feel it is not too far-fetched to say that he has done more for those suffering through cancer than the pharmaceuticals. This is, of course, not true, but it is feasible. He has given the cancer patient hope. His attachment is not like that of Bono. His is that much more personal.

I think the whole doping allegation thing is bullshit. I don't think he'd put his legacy at risk, nor everything that he has done for cancer patients. He's said he hasn't, and until there is hard evidence that he has doped, I'm taking him at his word.

Said Lance:
"To the cynics and sceptics, I say I am sorry that they can't live a dream, or believe in miracles, as there are no secrets to my success. Vive le Tour."

Thanks Lance.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Somebody's gonna be my bitch today...

Caution NSFW (not safe for work). Actually, it's rather work safe, but as it's a playboy article, you may be better off not reading it at work.

Go read this. If you only have time to read one page, read page 4.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Roe Roe Roe Your Boat

For those who think that Roe v. Wade stands on its own in a vacuum of legal opinion, you should think again. If you enjoy the privacy of marriage, you should remember that it is this privacy that in the first place let Roe become a legal question before the Supreme Court in the first place. If you think that abstinance only education is great, you're in luck. Years before Roe v. Wade, Connecticut tried to ban the sale of contraceptives. The Court overturned the law, setting forth the freedom of privacy. So if the assholes turn over Roe, does that mean we have to go to Canada to get our vicodin, marijuana, and condoms?


So, Massachusetts and I got off on the wrong foot. I got pulled over for going through a yellow light in Cambridge (I think the Cambridge police are more worried about minor traffic violations than actual crime). So that was that. I challenged, got $50 taken off of my ticket, but still got the points against my insurance.

But that's not the point of this post. Massachusettsians complain that businesses are leaving the area, that students are leaving the area, etc. I've a simple idea to make more people not actively avoid Massachusetts like the plague. I recently transferred my Florida driver's license to a Massachusetts driver's license. Now, the drivers in Massachusetts are no better than those I've seen in Florida, New Jersey (ok, a little better), or New York (again, a little better). But to exchange driver's licenses, it was $90. That's right. $90. I pay 5.3% state income tax, and I have to pay $90 for a license from a state where driver's are just as good if not better than here? Now imagine you're a family of 5 with 3 drivers. That's $270 just to move into the state. Oh, and you have to do it, otherwise they won't renew your state-regulated car insurance (which, again, you must have). Yes, I understand that the taxes I pay create good things (good education, the Mass Pike (I subsidize you with $5 a day), low crime, anti-gun laws), but let's not forget that it finances complete fiscal fuckups like the Big Dig. In closing, if a state is going to tax you for almost everything, it's goal should be to spend that money wisely and responsibly. How about a big dig for bike lanes, so that bicyclists don't get run over by the perpetually awful Mass drivers.

Monday, July 18, 2005

The height of anti-intellectualism

So, I really don't like ESPN much any more (I think they've tried to go to hip hop uberculture; for an example, just listen to Stuart Scott, for thirty seconds). But this morning, I realized how far the insidious anti-intellectual feeling has penetrated popular culture. Stuart Scott called a play "stupid good." What the fuck is that shit? Stupid good? Is that the opposite of smart bad? "Hey dude, that error was smart bad! It's a good thing your pitching was stupid good all night!" I think at some point there will be a counter-culture revolution where a texas leaguer won't be called "sick", it'll be called a texas leaguer.

I also wouldn't mind seeing the end of the sideline reporter. They don't really add anything to the game. "The XYZ manager thinks XYZ is the best team in the league right now." Well no shit! That's some stupid good reporting.

Sunday, July 17, 2005

It's the education, stupid...

Kid's let down by their schools even though they are smarter than they were (maybe).

I don't know that I've ever said that kids today are less smart (and if I have, feel free to correct me --> I can eat my words pretty well...). I think they do things that might be less informed than others, but in general, I can't imagine they'd be dumber. But they do feel let down by the school system. I'm conflicted about this: the purpose of the school system is to educate everyone to a minimum level, but I'm concerned that this might be a limiting factor. This is just one way the school system is broken.

Friday, July 15, 2005

Don't you dare put me on HRSA...

There are some things, as a fully developed 23 year old (mentally, and perhaps, physically, but probably not emotionally) that are unfathomable to me. For instance, pyschological disorders. These are things that, at least in the movies, are idealized. We read books, and we attempt to imagine what it is like. We hear a lecture about a disorder, and we say, "We can relate." In truth, we can't. Imagine necessarily needing to take drugs to function as a "normal" human being.

I remember hearing a rather famous person (whose name, at this time, I cannot recall) saying that we should not be giving ritalin to children with ADD because it may stifle their creativity. In theory, that's great, and I agree. But we cannot say don't give drugs to kids with ADD, because ADD is not like having pneumonia, or a cold. It is easier to imagine it as a snowstorm. Sometimes, a snowstorm is just a few flurries. Annoying or pretty depending on the time of year. But other times, the snow falls for days on end. Does this mean we should cancel school and close the roads no matter what? Of course not. We treat the problem on an individual basis, depending on the severity. I have often half-seriously said that I have ADD. Would I ever think of medicating myself? No, I merely think I need to keep myself more busy and stop allowing myself to get bored. But what if I swung on wild hey look a cat I like coffee but it makes my stomach the light is blinking! Could you really function as a human being if that was what everything was like? I cannot fathom it. To jump from thought to thought as though your mind were controlled by 50 million people each taking a turn to chose a sentence to think about... my life, and my thoughts, are somehow ordered, and I like that. I cannot imagine going to school and not being able to learn, even if I wanted to, because I could not focus my mind. I cannot fathom not being able to function normally. Can you?

[Next unimaginable topic? Ideas?]

Monday, July 11, 2005

A song I can't get off my mind

"I've got glass in my hair and pockets and my ear hurts."

I was going to turn that into a story, but I wasn't there and can't possibly now the pain and confusion, so I'm not even going to try.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

In the end, it's the thought that counts

I remember in 4th grade a teacher gave me a WWF pencil. At the time, I felt helpless. Not for myself, but for the teacher. To me, the pencil was a pencil, a gift given to us as... what? A prive for taking the time after school to do math competitions? All that the teacher could afford? I don't know. I could never ask. Not then, not now. But I can understand, at least on a basic internal level, what that means now. The fact that I still remember that pencil, even now, shows how much that little thought meant to that teacher.

Friday, July 01, 2005

Give me a quiet lie

Most people have problems with CNN for their WWWA (where all the white women at) coverage. I have a problem with something similar, but it hits closer to home. Tom Cruise, the fucktard we all know and used to think was the all-American boy, has made disparagin comments about psychiatry in the past couple of weeks. As a scientologist (which is as made up a religion as all the rest), he doesn't believe in psychiatry or chemical imbalances. I assume he doesn't believe in science either, because psychiatry (which is really psychology with a medical degree) is a science. IANAP (I am not a psychologist), but tweedlegirl is. I've seen the work she does. I've heard stories about psychotics she's met. It's real. The APA says it's real. And yet CNN keeps coming back and repeating what Cruise says, and then having a short little paragraph saying the APA disagrees.

I suppose this is where CNN and the rest of the news organizations right now are failing masterfully. If you are famous or powerful and say something first, no matter what you say, CNN will always give what you say more press than any rebuttal. We saw it with the Swift Boat Veterans for Lying, and now we see it with Tom Cruise. I know it's bad to wish anything on anyone, but I hope Tom Cruise has to deal with depression in some way. Karma's a bitch, isn't it?