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.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

The Real World V. The Imaginary One Government "Manages"

A microcosm of the pointlessness of most of what government does:

I am underconfident that the 17 agencies participating in the Pollinator Health Task Force, starting their deliberations a mere eight years after the problem became apparent, will add much value, although I'm sure National Honey Board could use some support for its grant program to study bee health. Maybe the task force should have some actual private-sector beekeepers and pollination customers, not just government officials? Or is that crazy talk?

Whole article here

Monday, July 07, 2014

The Great Harvard 4th of July Road Races

I was hoping to break 7:00/mile since the course is only 5 miles*. What I forgot is that being in July, it is warm and this course is very hilly (There is a greater than 200 vertical foot climb in the middle--most of which happens in about 1/4 mile).

In addition, there was a shoe malfunction: I was undecided on keeping the inserts in my racing shoes since they are a little tight. As I left home, I kept them out of my shoes but brought them with me and only single-tied my shoes so I could put them in easily if I decided to do it later. Once I got to the race, I forgot all of this, until the race started. Then I noticed that my feet were sliding around inside and were still single-tied and could come untied at any time.

As it was, I ran at a pace of 7:22. This turned out to be enough for third place in my age group and I would have had to be well-under 7:00 to have caught the 2nd place finisher. Also, last time I ran this--back in 2011, I took 1:37 longer. It was hotter on that day but comparing the times, it looks like the heat may have accounted for 10-15 seconds.

MALE AGE GROUP: 50 - 59
1 8 JON SCHOENBERG 51 HARVARD MA 31:04
2 14 DOMINIC GOLDING 54 PRINCETON MA 34:17
3 29 DAVID PECCHIA 51 CHELMSFORD MA 36:46


Added: In the middle of the race, at the end of the big hill, still climbing but not as steeply, I was chatting with another racer--Bob. We figured out that both of us were in the 50 year old group and he speculated that we were dueling for 5th and 6th place. I had checked the previous year's results and we were actually on track to be competing for 2nd and 3rd if all the same people were running. It turned ot that reality split the difference: Last year, I would have taken 2nd but this year I got 3rd. Bob got 4th this year and would have placed the same last year with that time.

*My longest run in the modern era (when I took up running again at 40), in which I was sub-7 is 6k, which is a bit less than four miles.

Update 2: 2 races into the Nashoba Valley Grand Prix, I am in 5th place and there is nobody ahead of me who is older. Full results here:

Added: I am actually pretty tan from running outside most days but I have to admit that I look like Casper the exhausted ghost in these pictures. LOLOLOLOL

Monday, June 30, 2014

Is An Ounce Of Prevention A Compelling Governmental Interest?

Justice Ginsburg thinks so:

It bears note in this regard that the cost of
an IUD is nearly equivalent to a month’s full-time pay for
workers earning the minimum wage

The IUD is one of those things which have a high upfront cost, but they last a long time and so will "pay for themselves" eventually. This alone might pull some weight in the "a compelling governmental interest" area, but she doesn't seem to make this point. Her gist is that it is a form of contraception that some women want but they opt out when faced with the expense.

Life is full of these kinds of trade-off: A washer and dryer are expensive but their convenience and cost savings over a laundromat make them worthwhile. That does not mean the government should buy them for us, or especially; to force our employer to buy them for us.

The whole opinion is here:

Tuesday, June 03, 2014

Love these Sabo street-art posters



Added: He also has a clever "Abortion Barbie" poster, which I like the idea of, but the above two have a design style I can get behind.

Saturday, May 03, 2014

My Metaphoric Peril Sensitive Sunglasses*

It is a long drive back from Niagara Falls to Chelmsford and my wife sensibly suggested that our newest driver get in some highway time. I could not argue against her logic but was not looking forward to watching her drive--she is safe enough but few meet my standards of highway driving and it would be irritating.

My solution was to repair to the 3rd row of our GMC Yukon XL and take a nap. The truck is so large, quiet and solid that one cannot help but feel safe; even hurtling down I90 at 75 MPH.

It was great, for me: I had a two hour nap which primed me for the rest of the trip, the girl got in some driving and my wife got the stress of observing it all.

Into each life a little rain must fall. And it was her suggestion.

*Joo Janta 200 Super-Chromatic Peril Sensitive Sunglasses

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Groton Road Race 2014

Picture from Jim Rhoades of Cool Running

I came in 46th out of 426 finishers with a time of 44:23 which is 7:09/mile. 39th out of 202 men and 8th out of 50 men in my age group. I was nine seconds slower than the last time I ran this, which was in 2012, but I got 66th then out of a field of close to the same size. I actually came in 46th before, back in 2009. All results are collected here.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Port Townsend

In case you have never been and if you are a Washingtonian there really is no excuse, Port Townsend and its environs are well-worth a visit. I haven't gone there in years but when I was stationed at NAS Oak Harbor on Whidbey Island, I would often go there with friends.

It was a day-trip kind of place, not known for its nightlife but quaint and Victorian in appearance. Nearby, there are even naval gun emplacements that guard the entrance to Puget Sound--these too date from the Victorian era. Also in day-trip range is Victoria BC, which given the name should not surprisingly be quite Victorian. The Empress Hotel and Butchart gardens take one back to what one might imagine those times looked like.

The one flaw to the whole scene was the people: It is hard to feel like you are in Victorian times when all the tourists are dressed in t-shirts and shorts. I recently heard of a couple who live there and have adopted Victorian dress styles. They are very charming and the woman has even written a book:

Victorian Secrets: What a Corset Taught Me about the Past, the Present, and Myself by Sarah A. Chrisman

Their very presence adds, at no charge to the local community, to the allure of the place.

Here is an image from their website:


It is clear from what I have read about this couple that they have not only taken up the appearance of Victorian people but much of the same outlook. I say much, because so far they do not appear to have done the thing Victorians were most famous for, which is have a large family. They are young so if they choose it, there is time for this . I am hoping that they do have kids and pass-on their ways to another generation.

To some extent they already are spreading their outlook, but in dilute form. Depending on how famous they get, they may touch millions of lives, but how much difference will one book or a television appearance make? On the other hand, one can only have only a fairly finite number of children but a much higher influence over them than with consumers of your creative output.

If you have an idea or a way of living that is valuable, shouldn't one want to have it carried forward into the future? Take Henry David Thoreau, in Walden he made an economic case for living a simple life. His point was that if you dispensed with much of what people spend their time working for, you would have much more time for what you really want to do. All fine and well, but if an able bodied man in his prime years only works hard enough to sustain himself, there will be no second generation to live this kind of life. His plan was not sustainable. An author who has ideas more fully-baked than Thoreau and also happens to hail from the Pacific North West is Neal Stephenson, who wrote a story about a future containing neo-Victorians. In The Diamond Age: Or, A Young Lady's Illustrated Primer the neo-Victorians form communities in various locations and can raise their children, work and live all within a community that re-enforces their values. I do not think this is too far-fetched: Isn't this more-or-less what the Amish do now?

Added: Like most of Stephenson's works, I think his main goal is to take the reader on a tour of his imagined world, the plot is just a tool to move you from scene to scene. The device is a "book" which I put into quotes since it is really a supercomputer that teaches its owner whatever they need to learn. A neo-Victorian plutocrat commissions the book for his daughter, with the idea that their civilization for all its laudable ideas, can be too conformist and book is to introduce a bit of subversiveness into its reader. The upper middle class engineer sees the value in this and secretly makes an extra copy for his own daughter. This copy falls into the hands of a neglected girl living in a slum. The story revolves around this girl who would have been doomed by her circumstance to a base existence and early demise, but instead is taught skills and an outlook (the Victorian outlook) that allows her to survive and thrive.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Rather Like A Gold Coin Once Held In Julius Caesar's Pocket--If Romans Had Pockets

Here is a philosophical question:  If you had a gold coin that had once been owned by a famous ancient statesman and somehow this could be proven, would it be more valuable than an otherwise identical coin?*

I think most people would understand that this particular coin would be worth more than an otherwise identical coin that lacked such provenance.  There is nothing intrinsic about the coin that makes it different, it is only how we feel about it which is different.

* Seems pretty unlikely but how about this:  The statesman was found buried in Pompeii and had the coins on his person.  There had been an unbroken chain of custody since the discovery.

This kind of meaning is where pretty much all of the value, to the extent that there is positive value, comes from when we concern ourselves with the provenance of our food.  So terms like halal,  kosher, GMO free and organic are mostly alike as a category.*

*If I feel like it, it does seem pointless to spell-out things which should be obvious to anyone with a rudimentary education in biology, I will explain why there is no intrinsic differences between the above rarefied categories and regular food.
There are real differences in how special foods (the above categories) are produced and handled.  In the religious categories, the differences in how the foods are handled is important to the observant because they put some value into following the commands laid out by their faith.  The organic and GMO free are similar in that there are very real differences in how the food is produced:  Organic will not use GMO seeds, nor chemically derived fertilizer or most pesticides.  In general, it takes more land and more labor to produce such food and this accounts for the higher prices.  One can debate the relative value of refraining from adding artificial chemicals to soil versus using chemicals but leaving more land uncultivated.  It becomes more of a metaphysical question if one tries to differentiate between nitrogen supplied by horse manure or the Haber process. A growing plant can't tell the difference, because there is no difference between these molecules.


Saturday, March 29, 2014

Kristen Schaal And Sandra Bernhard

A generation apart but really similar in several ways:

Kristen Schaal

Sandra Bernhard



1. Both work in comedy

2 Neither are pretty.  Not ugly or even homely either, just not pretty in any conventional sort of way--though perhaps contradictorily  they both have enormous sex-appeal.

3. The parts they play are just creepy enough to make them both a little intimidating.