Thursday, January 29, 2015

What Do Non-Handy People Do?

We received about 33 inches of snow in the blizzard of 2015 and I waited until the snow was done falling before clearing our driveway.

Early into the task, I noticed that the snowblower was not working as well as usual. One side of the first stage was dead.

The shear bolt on that side had, sheared. I have a lot of odds and ends around and felt confident that I could find something to fit. What I found was an actual shear bolt that was from a batch I bought ten years ago, the last time this happened.

It was somewhat tricky getting the remainder of the bolt out and the repair took about half an hour. This effort got me thinking, lots of people are not very handy. They certainly could effect the repair as I did, but they just wouldn't. They would not even consider trying.

The problem is that the snow machine is too heavy to pick-up and put into a vehicle, so it is not easy to take to a repair shop. Are there repair services that will come and fix your machine on-site? I suspect that people who cannot fix their own machines just hire people to clear their driveways.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Limits To Self-Trickery

Last Wednesday, I lifted 145 lbs for the first time in a long while. Now it was Saturday and I knew, just knew that I was strong enough to do it again. But would I let myself even try?

The clean and jerk is a hard lift to do: It takes strength, of course. But it also takes a fair amount of nerve and coordination too. It is not dangerous--you can easily push the weight away if things don't go right. But it feels like it is dangerous and the result are half-hearted attempts at a lift, which leads to failed lifts.

I thought of this trick I had read about: You tell yourself that a task is easy, or you have done it before, etc. and even though you know it is untrue, some part of you believes it and you are given a boost. Often what I will do when I have failed on a lift, is to take 5 lbs off and lift again. So, without taking any weight off, I told myself that I took weight off the bar and then did the lift at 145. Even as I was doing the lift I could not believe it worked.

It has its limits though:

Yesterday this same trick failed to work. I think I know why though. On Saturday I had not done anything tiring and had not lifted since the Wed before. Yesterday I was fasting all day, ran 4 miles AND had run 11 miles on Sunday. I was pretty weak and all the trickery in the world couldn't change that.

I did lift 140 twice though.

Update: The next Wed, Sat, Mon and Saturday after that featured 145 lb lifts. The Monday was at the hotel and I was amazed that they had a barbell that was not locked into a cage. I had to move some things around to have room to lift and felt a little rushed as well. In that session I made 145 on the clean but did not put it over my head. The rest were complete. I am (hopefully) getting into the habit of making this weight.

Friday, January 09, 2015

Sophie's Choice

It has been a while since I saw the 1982 film but was reminded of my thoughts on it by NEO-NEOCON's post on "Coco".

Spoiler Alert! (Is this really needed for a 30 year old film?)

Sophie arrives at a concentration camp with her two young children (a boy and a girl) and the camp doctor tells her that she can only bring one with her, the other will go to the gas chamber.

I won't say what she does, but here is what I thought she ought to have done:

Sophie: Why should I trust a man who will order a child to be killed?

Officer: I do not understand...

Sophie: You tell me that I can choose which one will live and you will honor that choice. Why should I believe you? It is in your power to kill none of us, all of us or some of us. Perhaps I would say, "Save the boy"! and out of perverse pleasure, you will kill him first.

Officer: I will kill both children if you do not pick one.

Sophie: I will not be complicit in your evil. You can choose to kill one, both or neither. This is your choice. I have no reason to believe anything you say and will not cooperate. Even if I did trust you, I think that you may believe that my playing along will dilute your guilt. I will not allow this! You are responsible for our fate.

Tuesday, January 06, 2015

5,000 Years

Note to Reader: I have been noodling around with an analogy for some time but just couldn't quite get a grip on the scope. Finally I just decided to write it out and let the chips fall where they may.

In my lifetime there have been two major genocides which I would like to make a note of: Cambodia back in the mid 1970's, where something like 1/4 of the total population was killed and Rwanda in the mid to late 1990's where about 1/5 of the population was murdered.

To get some perspective, those who would like to ban the private ownership of firearms like to trumpet the US murder rate*, which is something like 12,000/year. At this rate, it would take 5,000 years for murderers to equal what was done in Rwanda in 100 days.

Now for the analogy: It seems like one could think of murder by criminals as analogous to side effects from vaccines. Each is tragic but far more lives are saved than lost. Could either of these genocides (or any genocide, ever) have been carried out in a well-armed society?

*The anti-gun folks are not even close to this honest. They will talk about "gun deaths" and never mention that 2/3 of these are suicide. Nor will they mention that in gun-free Japan, the suicide rate is twice that of the US.

Thursday, January 01, 2015

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

The Year in Running 2014

For the 2nd year in a row I have made my goal of 30 miles per week. This year I decided to include the extra day as well--52 weeks times 7 days is 364 days, so there is an extra 1/7 of a week to account for.

I did a total of 1582 1/2 miles in 208 hours, 40 minutes and 37 seconds; for an overall pace of 7:55

1136 was with shoes at a pace of 7:58 and 446 was barefoot at a pace of 7:47.

I was faster this year than last and ran a few more miles as well, but ran about 100 miles fewer in the barefoot mode. A little surprising that I was faster since barefoot runs are much faster than runs with shoes.

Monday, December 29, 2014

I Already Liked The Lego Movie but this sealed the deal

[in slow dreamy voice]
Lucy: ... blah, blah, blah. Proper name. Place name. Backstory stuff...
Emmet: Mmm-hmmm
Lucy: [in normal voice] ... is the Special. The Special...
[in slow dreamy voice]
Lucy: ... I'm so pretty. I like you. But I'm angry with you for some reason...
Emmet: Mmm-hmmm
Lucy: [in normal voice] ... put the Piece of Resistance onto the Kragl and disarm it forever!
Emmet: Great. I think I got it. But just in case... tell me the whole thing again, I wasn't listening.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Wed Off--Little things that became large and things which could have been small, that also got large.

I had high hopes for my day off but they went down the drain quickly:

Wife was doing some early morning vacuuming (I know, right?) and jammed the machine. I thought it would be easy to remove the agitator and shake-out whatever piece of FOD she managed to suck up. No. Whatever it was, was up in the impeller and would not come loose. There were a bunch of screws on the bottom of the vac that were down long tunnels. One of the tunnels was slightly narrower than the rest. Why? What engineering problem could only be solved by making one hole a little narrower? My screwdriver would not fit down the hole. I went through some desultory efforts at grinding a makeshift screwdriver, but it was a Phillips and can be somewhat challenging.

It was off to Lowe's.

I checked-out the Christmas trees first and they had some nice ones, but nobody was back in the garden center so I put that off till later. The store was crawling with associates but I suppose none of them wanted to camp-out in the unheated part of the store. I got a set of screwdrivers and it was tough deciding which one to get--there were sets of 9, 14, 24 and a bunch of others, maybe 10 combinations in all. What you really need are long ones and short ones in Phillips and straight slot, so four will do. There were no kits of four. I also obtained a metal tool box. I had settled for a plastic one when I had been at Walmart since all they had were different plastic ones, but it was not up to the challenge of holding its shape under the task of having metal things (tools) in it. It might be good for housing a collection of small stuffed animals though.

While I was checking out, I asked the cashier if the garden center would be manned or would I need to haul a Christmas tree through the store to buy it? She picked up her phone and did some paging, so all set! I put my things in the truck and went to the garden center. Still very like a morgue, cold and no living people there--or dead ones (as far as I could tell). I carried the tree through the store to the checkout, a bit amazed that I didn't cause any end cap slides. I had parked down by the garden center just to avoid a long walk punctuated by balsam fir needles sticking into my neck--God laughs at people who plan.

Once home and equipped with a screwdriver that was the right size, it took a mere 5 minutes to fix the vacuum cleaner. Later at dinner, I was regaling the family with my day's travails and our eldest daughter opined that she would have just bought a new vacuum cleaner. I pointed out that it would have taken just as long to buy a new one as it took to fix the old one, plus I saved the $200 it would have cost. As she disinterestedly left the room, I called out after her, "If it took me 15 minutes to save $200, then I earned $800/hour"! She still thinks I am an idiot.

After that, I roasted coffee and worked on wife's treadmill: I removed the motor with the idea that the motor could be removed from the frame and flywheel, which would not come with a new motor. While at it, I realized that the brushes were shot. I ordered some and realized that I could have done this with out removing the motor or cutting any of the wires. Hopefully when the brushes come in, this will fix the problem and I will be able to reassemble the machine.

Since it was pouring rain, I decided to bag running and have lunch. While I ate, it cleared-up. Or rather, while I over-ate massively, it cleared-up. I did some small tasks, like setting up the tree and cleaning the kitchen, to buy my stomach a little time. Then I want for a run. A very painful run.

I did not get a chance to work on the cherry coffee table project but did pick up some sanding belts for the belt sander and these might come in handy for that work.


Sunday, October 26, 2014

Getting Punchy At U-Mass Amherst

Having spent the whole day at the campus, we were tired and headed for the car. The mood was of happy expectation at being almost done and exhaustion.

It featured lame academia inspired joke like, "What do they call the study of the later Roman Empire"? Nero-Science.

We passed the Steam and Condensate plant and I pointed out that this is the site of Anger Management class. My wife noted that they are accounting for gas and liquid but what about solids? Oh yes, that is building number two.

Yes, we were that tired.

Friday, October 24, 2014

Two Pans Three Times Each

Wednesday was moderately successful but I was most happy with my conservation of pan usage.

I had fried eggs for breakfast and left the pan on the stove because I knew it would be used again.

Later, I went out to get chili fixings since my wife intended to make a batch for the CC final meet. She had asked for two lbs of ground beef but all the packages were around 1 & 1/4 each, so I got two and figured we could have hamburgers for lunch.

After an 11 & 1/2 mile barefoot run (sub 8)in light misting, in spite of heavy rain forecast for the day, I made the burgers in the pan.

The second pan is deployed:

After a shower, I decided to make some applesauce since we still have tons of fruit from when we went picking weeks ago. In an hour and a half of peeling and chopping, I used up half the apples and half way filled our largest stockpot with apples. While they were stewing, I browned some Italian sausage in the fry pan for lasagna. Once the apples were stewed and mashed, they were packaged into jars we get peaches in from Costco. Then the same pan was rinsed and used to steam the apple jars for canning. 20 minutes later, it was filled to sufficient depth for lasagna noodle cooking. The pan is of sufficient girth that the noodles can be put into the water horizontally so the depth need only be a bit more than the noodle width.

Each pan used three times!

Monday, October 20, 2014

The Plus and Minus of Staying Busy

I didn't think I would get much done on Sunday.

Friday I had volunteered to work at the Bay State Marathon but on Saturday at the expo, they had nothing for me to do. As it turned out, I was at the expo with Dahlia since I had just taken her to the eye doctor which is located right by the Radisson. She ended up working at the race since there was a water stop organized via her high school CC team.

Around Noon, the day of productivity began with a visit to the grocery. I thought, bbq might be nice and got a pack of baby back ribs.

Home by 1:00 and put away the groceries and got the ribs cooking: First a dry rub, then into a covered pan in a 250 F oven.

Next, a barefoot 7.85 mile run followed by a necessary shower.

Even though I was freshly clean, the next job was an hour and a half of lawn mowing/leaf mulching. The mower has been running great in this cooler weather and with rain coming, this may be a last shot at elimination of leaves.

I took a minute to wash my hands and began assembling the ingredients for spaghetti sauce: Though this is a bit of a misnomer since the intent was to get a key ingredient ready for a later in the week lasagna plan. I also picked up ricotta and lasagna noodles in the above shopping trip. Once the sauce was fully assembled and simmering, I took the ribs out of the oven to let them rest and cool a bit. If they went on the grill in their present fork tender state, they would fall apart and into the coals.

At this point, there was a good half hour before the need to begin final supper preparations: Fire up the grill to put some char onto the ribs and put together some corn bread. Not 30 seconds after siting down to check-out the NFL situation, my wife asked if I had reviewed Surenna's essay. The essay is the girl's college entrance writing and tres-important: In fact the daughter had asked me about it right as I started on the sauce. I groaned at this new task but took up the paper and looked it over in commercials and used these breaks to stir the sauce from time to time. I had just enough time to review my edits with daughter and then set to work with wife on dinner.

After dinner, clean-up and a final shower, it was time to rest. I was too tired to pay attention to TV and too wound-up to sleep.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

A Nurse and Her Dog




Update: Looks like she is going to make it!

Crediting her medical team and God, she said: “I do not know how I can ever thank everyone enough for their prayers and the expressions of concern, hope and love.”

AND

She said she looked forward to going home to Texas and reuniting with her dog — Bentley, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel that was quarantined after Pham tested positive. The dog tested negative for the virus earlier this week.
from NBC

Saturday, October 04, 2014

I Wish There Was A 'Before' Picture



Like lots of people, we buy a poinsettia around mid November and throw it out when it "dies" in January or February.

This year, it looked like it would die, or be killed--but somehow held-on till the warmth of Spring allowed me to transplant it to the out doors.  It thrived out there, as you can see from the above picture.  Now.  Will it survive the change back to indoor living?

Good luck to it!

Friday, October 03, 2014

23rd Apple Harvest Ramble Harvard, Massachusetts - September 27, 2014

I approached this race with medium and short term reservations:  1. It would be the longest run in over a year.  2. There was a 5k race the Sunday before this Saturday race, so not a lot of recovery chances.  3.  I hadn't run more than about 8 miles in practice since Spring.  4.  It may have been late September and in the morning, but it was already hot on a day that would come close to 90F.

I dealt with the training and recovery issue by skipping my normal Tuesday run so that I could do an 11.5 miler on Wed, then I would not run again until the Sat race day.  This gave me a long training run, recovery time and since Sat is my week-ending day--I would complete my weekly 30 in the race.

I normally place in the top 20s or 30s in races of this size and so start towards the front of the starting line.  I chose not to do that in this race since that would have meant standing in the hot sun for 15 minutes before the start.  I meandered over a few minutes before the start and exchanged pleasantries with people who recognized me from last-week's race or people I recognized from the race series.  I saw one other Greater Lowell runner at the front of the pack and we waved at each other.

I  started the race easy:  No need to dash around in the early parts of a ten mile race.  Still, in the first quarter to half mile, I had passed four fifths of the runners--including the Greater Lowell woman I had seen at the start.  I caught up with a guy I remembered from the 5k race and had chatted with at the start of this one.  We hit the mile mark at 6:45 and he remarked that he was going too fast.  I replied that there is plenty of time to slow down.  In any case, he may have slowed down and if so, I slowed down more since he slowly pulled away from me.  Each long straightaway and I could spot his gold shirt, a little further away than the one before.

He fell into the smallest of three groups in this early to middle part of the race:  1. Runners who passed me and remained ahead of me the whole way.  2. Runners that I passed and stayed ahead of the rest of the way.  This group became more and more rare as runners thinned-out along the way.  Finally, 3. Runners who passed me and then I passed, often with many repeats of this pattern.  In general, I would get passed mostly on the up-hill parts of this generally hilly course and I would mostly pass people on the down-hill parts.

One of the last people I passed and stayed ahead of was the high school girl who had won last week's 5k in the women's division.  I caught up to her around 5 miles and we ran together for a few minutes.  We talked a bit about Bat Girl and Robin (her team mates on the Littleton CC team) and I told her about my girls who would be running in the Ocean State CC meet later that day.  In any case, I was only caught up with her because her coach told her to run at "training pace".  Because of her, I know our pace:  She asked for our pace and it was 43:30--only then did I notice the 6 mile marker.  That made the pace at 7:15 so far.  Way faster than I thought I was going but I felt like I could keep it up for the time being.  She must have realized that "training pace" restrictions were not being followed and so slowed down.  She is certainly faster than I am and could have kept pace and indeed, left me in the dust if she choose to do that.

The End Game:

I feel like I kept up the 7:15 pace until about 8 miles in, then the hill climbing begins.  I felt like I was out of fuel and also a twitch in my calves indicated that they were ready to cramp too.  The race had plenty of water stops but they used plastic cups, which are very hard to drink out of when on the move.  With paper, you can scrunch it up and control the flow.

First, I got passed by a runner who always beats me but I hadn't seen him in the last couple of races and didn't even realize he was in this one.  In any case, he is normally ahead of me start to finish rather than passing me almost at the end.  He was too fast to consider matching.  Soon after that, two men passed me and again, way too fast to match.  A little bit past that came a surprise--the Greater Lowell woman that I hadn't seen since mile one passed me at mile nine!  I might have been able to match her but just wasn't feeling enthusiastic to try.  The last straw was when the guy I had been passing and re-passing from mile one through five made a reappearance and passed me at mile nine!

I finally sped-up but did not catch him on the hills.  Finally as the hills turned downward I began to gain on him.  He swerved over to high-five his cute toddler daughter (He lives on the course) and was kind of glad I hadn't already passed him since it was a cute scene.  I did finally pass a couple of hundred yards from the finish line though.


Oh! So how did I do?  27th out of 189 finishers and 5th in my age group which had 20 entrants.  My pace was 7:30 per mile, so given that it was about 7:15 with 4 to go--those final four were pretty slow.

Friday, September 26, 2014

Littleton Road Race

I don't feel scrunched-up while I run but usually look that what in finishing pictures--maybe it is just the final bit that gets me.

The girl behind me and the one below were running together for most of the way and if I can bring your attention to their socks, you may see that they are somewhat unusual.  My powers of deduction are not great but observational skills are better.  People who know the girls, they are on the Littleton CC team and the race is in Littleton, were encouraging them by cheering, "Go Batgirl and Robin"!  After that, it is easy to see the theme and how it relates to their socks.



I think Batgirl came in a ways after Robin (18 seconds--14 places) and me since I passed her at about the mid-point in the race and only passed her friend in the last 100 yards.  I didn't really think I could catch either of them because they looked really fast during the race.  There is something about scale (they are smaller than me) that makes it look like they are moving faster than they actually are going.  I passed a guy from their team who was much taller than me and he looked like he was just shuffling along very slowly--so the scaling works in both directions.

As for the results:  I came in 30th overall, 6th among men in our 50's.  Robin was 3rd among all women in the race--so she may well be Littleton's top varsity runner.

Pictures from the Littleton Road Race site, and placements from their link to coolrunning.

Friday, September 05, 2014

Drive Like Your Kids Live Here

For the past few months we have been seeing these signs popping-up here and there. I have yet to meet anyone who likes them but clearly somebody does, since they are putting them up. What is it about the sign that I find objectionable?

Lack of Logic:

1. If my kids do live here, then I am by definition already driving like they live here.

2. If my kids do not live here, then why should I pretend that they do when I know that they do not? I normally base decision making on the actual state of reality (as I perceive it) not on some state I know not to exist.

Subtexts:

--I just purchased a house on a busy road and I have small children. Everybody better accommodate my choice by driving slowly for the next few years.

--I have no actual authority, but command all who drive this public road to drive below the speed limit. Would it be less officious-sounding to post a sign that says, "Please Drive Within The Speed limit"? Debatable, but it might earn you the title of "Captain Obvious" since everyone who drives, knows what speed limit means.

My alternate solution to the problem, if there actually is a problem:

First a confession: I generally drive on the fast side. But not always: When I see pedestrians or bicyclists, I give them lots of room and go slow. And even in cases where I was well below the speed limit, mostly in the other lane to give room, have still been commanded to slow down. So my conclusion is that there may not actually be a problem with fast drivers in a place where the sign is installed. But for the sake of argument, let us pretend there is an actual problem: What might help and not be irritating as Hell?

1. Ask the local traffic control authorities to intervene: Maybe the speed limit is 25 but nobody knows this since there are no speed limit signs nearby. If people speed grossly in spite of adequate signage, see if the police can setup a speed trap. A speeding ticket will work wonders.

2. How about putting up a sign that does not tell people what to do? I am like most people in that I do not like being told what to do, especially by people who have no legitimate authority over me. Here is a suggestion: "Children Playing"

Friday, August 22, 2014

A Run Through Village, Vineyard and Mountain.

I started from my hotel in the middle of Obernai.


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I ventured through the Villiage.


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Soon, I was in the suburbs.


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Out into the country side, where there are vineyards and orchards.


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Another village at the base of the mountains.


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And finally, into the forested hills.


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The whole way was a bit less than five miles each way. As a coincidental event; a restaurant pretty far from town is where our gracious host took us for dinner the next day.


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Friday, August 15, 2014

German Mountains and Tramways

Here is the top of a mountain overlooking Heidelberg.


 And the tramway that one can take to get to the top.  We were there early in the morning and drove up.


This tramway was not as pretty, but it is the one we took to get to the top of the mountain by Baden Baden.

The tram goes into that building below and the view is from a lighthouse looking structure at the peak of the hill.  People were paragliding from the grassy area in front of the patio.


Eggs

Does this dozen eggs look odd to you?  They should, so look again if you do not notice what is wrong with them.

In the past, when people mostly got eggs from their own chickens or a local small producer, eggs probably varied in size like these.  But these came out of a package labeled "Grade A Large Eggs" so they ought to be pretty uniform.

Once I formed a hypothesis about this, I asked my wife and kids if they could think of some reason for a package of eggs being random sizes.  Having never purchased eggs, the kids had no clue.  But my wife and I knew:  When you buy eggs, you check for broken ones and take a whole different carton if there is one broken one.  Some enterprising clerk must have consolidated unbroken eggs from different packages so that one broken egg costs one egg and not a dozen eggs.