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1. Reduce, refine and streamline – things and relationships: On this front I continued to improve. I created an art studio downstairs and in the process I threw away a bunch of junk. I’m working in acrylics and water color for now.
2. When in doubt remove excess. Refer to rule #1: I bagged up a bunch of clothes and gave them away. I also eliminated a bunch of clutter in my closet. Double yeah.
3. Be budget-minded each month; plan it and work the plan: Yes, I worked the budget again. As my better half said, “it’s pretty easy to save more money when you focus on saving more money.”
4. “Make due.” Good enough is good enough: When I set up my studio I used fabric (black) to create a 12×12 area rather than paint the walls. Doing so saved money and gave me the flexibility of moving it to another area – just in case. When I needed objects for my still life paintings, I went to Goodwill Industries. So far, so good.
5. Plan ahead – enjoy the moment: The month was a blurrrrrr. I had a couple of days to chill, but mostly I worked and stayed focused. Really.
6. Take ALL vacation days … every last one: I got one.
7. When purchasing find a deal, and keep a tote board: Like I said earlier, I bought some objects from Goodwill, and when I added more paint brushes to my stash I snagged those that were on sale at Jerry’s Art-o-rama.
8. Save more, and SELL what’s not needed nor used: Ok this is one area I made virtually NO progress. The March report will be “outstanding.”
9. Travel a lot … for vacation: Our Florida plans got moved, but we’re going to Hawai’i in May for 10 days (yeah). We’ll get a Florida visit during the summer months.
10. Remember family. Go visit them: I talked with several folks, wrote some letters, emailed my dad more often and thought about them much more than any February I can remember. We are planning a trip to visit Mom and Thurman. Then when it warms up, we’ll go visit the LGE’s parents. At some point I need to visit my great aunt in Jonesboro.
Ok then. March is underway.
“You who think you know
it all are annoying
to those of us that do.”
“Life, like all other games,
becomes fun when one
realizes that it’s just a game”
Courage is not the absence
of fear, but rather the judgment
that something else is more
important than fear.
Ambrose Redmoon
One of the most frequently asked questions is how do the organizers determine the ratings for the climbs in the Tour de France.The Tour organizers use two criteria 1) the length and steepness of the climb and 2) the position of the climb in the stage. A third, and much lesser criteria, is the quality of the road surface.It is important to note several things before this discussion begins.First, the organizers of the Tour have been very erratic in their classifications of climbs. The north side of the Col de la Madeleine has flip-flopped between a 1st Category to an Hors Category climb,even though it seems to be in the same position of a stage every year.Secondly, rating inflation, so rampant in other sports has raised its ugly head here. Climbs that used to be a 2nd Category are now a1st Category, even though, like the Madeleine, they occupy the same position in a stage year after year.
Let’s talk about the ratings. I will give you my impressions on what I think the criteria are for rating the climbs based on having ridden over 100 of the rated climbs in the major European tours. Note that gradual climbs do not receive grades. It has been my observation that about a 3-4% grade is necessary for a climb to get rated. Also, a climb must gain at least 70m for it to be rated.
The organizers of the Tour de France also claim that the quality of the road surface can influence the rating of a climb. If the surface is very poor, like some of the more obscure climbs in the Pyrenees,then the rating may be bumped up.4th Category – the lowest category, climbs of 200-500 feet (70-150m). 3rd Category – climbs of 500-1600 feet (150-500m). 2nd Category – climbs of 1600-2700 ft. ( 500-800m) 1st Category – climbs of 2700-5000ft(800-1500m) Hors Category – the hardest, climbs of 5000ft+(1500m+)
Points awarded for the climbs ranges are as follows (from the 1990 race bible):4th Category: 3 places: 5, 3, 13rd Category: 5 places: 10, 7, 5, 3, 12nd Category: 10 places: 20, 15, 12, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2, 11st Category: 12 places: 30, 26, 22, 18, 16, 14, 12, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2, 1Hors Category: 15 places: 40, 35, 30, 26, 22, 18, 16, 14, 12, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2, 1
Steepness also plays a factor in the rating. Most of the big climbsin the Alps average 7-8% where the big climbs in the Pyrenees average8-9%.
Please remember that I am giving very, very rough guidelines and there are exceptions to every rule. For example, L’Alpe D’Huezclimbs 3700ft(1200m), but is an Hors Category climb. This is becauseit usually comes at the end of a very tough stage and the climb itselfis unusually steep(~9%) by Alpine standards.
More confusing is the Col de Borderes, a mere 1000ft (300m) climb outside of Arrens in the Pyrenees mountains. I have seen it rated anywhere from a 3rd Category to a 1st Category !!! This is most likely due again, to its placement on the stage. The 3rd Category rating came when it was near the beginning of a stage where its 1st Category rating came when it was near the end.
Flat or downhill sections can also affect a climb’s rating. Such sections offer a rest to the weary and can reduce the difficulty of the climb considerably. This may be one of the reasons that the aforementioned Col de la Madeleine, which has a 1 mile downhill/flat section at mid-height,flip-flops in its rating.
People often asked how climbs in the United States compare to those in Europe. Most of the US climbs are either steep enough by European standards(6-8% grade), but are short(5-10km) so they fall into the3rd Category or 2nd possibly; or the climbs gain enough altitude, but are too long(they average <5%) so again they would fail to break the 1st Category barrier and end up most likely a 2nd or 3rd Category.Fear not, there are exceptions. Most notable to Californians is the south side of Palomar Mountain which from Pauma Valley climbs4200′ in 11 miles, a potential 1st Category ascent, though it mayfall prey to downgrading because of the flat section at mile four.The east side of Towne Pass in Death Valley is definitely a 1stCategory climb!
A popular Northern California climb, Mount Hamilton, is similar toPalomar Mountain but, fails to be a 1st Category climb because of two offending downhill section on the ascent and an overall gradient of 5%.For Coloradoans, you can thank the ski industry for creating long,but relatively gradual climbs that rarely exceed 5% for any substantial length(5+ miles). I never had to use anything bigger than a 42×23on any climb in Colorado, regardless of altitude. Gear ratios of39×24 or 26 are commonplace in the Alps and Pyrenees and give a very telling indication as to the difficulty of European climbs.
One potential 1st Category climb for Coloradoans may be the 4000 ft.climb in about 15 miles from Ouray to the top of Red Mountain Pass.Also, it should be noted that there is not a single uniform rating scheme for all the races on the UCI calendar. What one race might call a 1stCategory climb, may be called a 2nd Category climb, even though the stages of the two races are almost identical.
One last note. I think it is inappropriate to compare the ascents of climbs by the European pros with the efforts of us mere mortals.I have said this time and time again and I will repeat it now. It is very, very hard for the average person to comprehend just how fast the pros climb the big passes. Pace makes all the difference. Riding a climb is very different than racing it.
One week from Saturday. 1 week.
The 2008 course reflects will create the right pace from the start while ensuring the suspense is maintained as long as possible. For the first time since the Prologue was added in 1967, the traditional time trial will make way for a road stage. The fight for the yellow jersey should prove only the more disputed in Plumelec, with sprinters facing some stiff opposition. The Cholet time trial, held on day four, will take place over some thirty kilometers and come only two days before the first altitude finish, in Super-Besse, leading up to an early and noteworthy crossing of the Massif Central.
Five mountain stages, one less than this year, and four altitude finishes, one more than last year, will provide ups and downs. Joining Super-Besse will be Hautacam in the Pyrenees, the Italian resort of Prato Nevoso in the province of Cuneo, and lastly …. the out-of-control “orange” peelers … the Spanish … aka “enthusiastic crowds,” will once again flock to the Alpe-d’Huez and its famed twenty-one twisting turns.
Though less passes will be climbed than in recent years, riders will face daunting challenges: the Tourmalet and Gallibier, both so much a part of Tour lore, but also the splendid Lombarde Pass in Italy, making its Tour debut, and Bonette Pass, too often overlooked, set in a moonlike landscape atop Europe’s highest road, making it the 2008 Tour’s pinnacle at some 8,195 Ft. Oxygen masks anyone? Anyone?
Tour – on.
Photographs from the 2008 Tour de Ephrata on Elco Road.
For those that need to know … sleep deprivation can adversely affect brain function. A 2000 study, by the UCSD School of Medicine and the Veterans Affairs Healthcare System in San Diego, used functional magnetic resonance imaging technology to monitor activity in the brains of sleep-deprived subjects performing simple verbal learning tasks. The study showed that regions of the brain’s prefrontal cortex displayed more activity in sleepier subjects. Depending on the task at hand, the brain would sometimes attempt to compensate for the adverse effects caused by lack of sleep. The temporal lobe, which is a brain region involved in language processing, was activated during verbal learning in rested subjects but not in sleep deprived subjects. The parietal lobe, not activated in rested subjects during the verbal exercise, was more active when the subjects were deprived of sleep. I hope the brain can set up a meeting among the prefrontal, temporal and parietal folks – and get the issue resolved.
Blast up I-75 at speeds near 120mph and you get the feel of the mountains. Take a left turn on Highway 80 and the rollers are large and “in-your-face.” Approaching the start of the Mount Victory Road Race, the road reached out and said, “this is gonna hurt.” When the start/finish of a road race is located on “Stab Road” best figure that more than your legs are gonna hurt.
Options were aplenty – in terms of race selection. No Masters groups – but two options were available for Cat 3’s and 4’s. I’m a 3 who elected to move into the Pro1/2/3 field. In hind sight, I should have stayed with my own kind. Maybe the pain would have been less – maybe the pain wouldn’t have lingered – maybe. During my pre-race warm-up I felt ‘ok’ and road around chatting with the guys and sipped on a pre-race bottle of Cytomax. Around 11:20 my legs felt heavy as if they were full of lead. Naturally I scoffed at the thought that maybe I might be ‘dead’ from too much hard effort during the week. I wasn’t sure if my body was ready for a Pro/1/2 race.
Near the start I chuckled at the field … I saw a former Olympian and two (2) national champions. Oh boy.
The start was without the traditional fanfare, reading of the rules, blah-dity-blah-blah. A man stood in front of us and told us where to turn then he said (loudly), “go.” We were off – to the races.
Three miles after we started, some guys touched wheels and four racers went down in front of me. I slowed … almost stopping to avoid the carnage. Thank goodness the field didn’t react and jump. It didn’t matter – they were moving at 24-25mph (uphill). When I stood on the gears, cranking the bike up to speed, the engine room sent a warning up to the central computer and signaled me with a “warning-warning” and I realized I was in trouble. The sneaky feeling of little-to-no power was evident. As I bent over the bars and time trailed to the peloton, I knew that the first climb would be my demise.
Five miles up the road Brad Spears (one of the guys who went down) caught back on … bleeding, hurt, pissed off, seat broken and pissed. He charged to the front and set the tempo for a bit then calmed down and dug into his reserves. Ok then. 15 miles out we turned onto an 11 mile integrated loop – with a challenging climb. Yep, it was challenging. It was a mile of hell.
When we turned toward the “challenging climb” the field strung itself out – quickly – painfully – and without regard for those who couldn’t keep up. I was one of those who couldn’t keep up. I settled down and rode my pace – in my own race – just so I could minimize the time in the red zone. Funny, none of the hard-ass workouts I completed during the week came to mind. The only thing that came to mind was, “are you f#%%!^^ crazy!” At the summit, I tagged along with some other riders who were dropped and we quickly organized ourselves in an effort to catch the peloton. After chasing for a few miles, we slowly bridged a portion of the gap — but we weren’t on the back yet. We seemed to dangle just outside their pace. I dug in deep and road off the front of the group I was with (7 riders) and bridged to the back of the field. As I neared, I saw Brad Spears and realized how he must feel – so I push a little harder and was on the back. On the next steep downhill, the remaining stragglers joined the peloton.
Whatever. The “challenging climb” was coming and many of us would be dropped again. Sure enough, we were dropped mid-way up the challenging climb. This time I dug in deep and rode past several guys who were going backwards – all the while my breathing was severe, fast and the heart rate monitor read “97%.” (Of max.) At the top I joined with two other guys and realized they weren’t going to make it very far. I rode away from them.
I caught two more guys – and rode away from them as well. Oopps. I was alone and that’s no place to be with one more loop and the “challenging climb” coming. I found one more rider and we joined forces. The rider – Curtis Tolson – National Masters Individual Pursuit Champion, Pan-Am medalist, World Cup qualifier, etc. etc.
I was a little intimidated because he is clearly stronger than I am – and with a Cat 1 ranking, much more seasoned too. Curtis turned out to be a life saver – because he helped make the challenging climb a bit easier – cause he went a bit easier. When we turned onto the final leg of the course, I was even more thankful because we were riding in a steady headwind of 20mph. Sharing the work for a final leg of the race made it much easier – even if it was just mentally easier. We chatted-up some and laughed a little about the weather and the course – and before we knew it we were under the finish line kite.
Nearing the finish, Curtis slowed up and allowed me to finish in front of him. What a class-act.
SUMMARY: 55 miles – - average heart rate 145 – average speed 22.1 – placed 24th.
Nice day. Lots of working out. Miles to go before I ’slept.’ And work-work-work.
Got up. Packed food. Went riding. 4 hours worth. Ate some lunch. Cleaned the kitchen, bath, din area, washed three loads, swept the garage, washed the car, cleaned the closet, bagged the trash, cleaned some carpet areas, folded clothes, worked out again (weights) and then I ate for a fourth time. Then I had dinner – the fifth meal of the day. Lots to do – lots to accomplish – lots to eat.
Posted: she was at the mickey-d’s last week eating her ONLY meal of the day. Go super-size it.
In the Middle Tennessee metropolis of Springfield – near West Sandy, a new ski resort opened on Saturday. At my dad’s house. Snow was blowing and naturally the locals tested their equipment to ensure the slopes were ready. Unfortunately with 3″ of base, it was difficult to get traction in the turns. It was noted that school was closed – but then again it was Saturday. Go figure. Even WalMart was open and selling milk like gasoline – expensively. When is spring going to spring? In Springfield it was winter time on Saturday. I suspect the fish were bitin’ today – since the temps soared to – oh – 64. Spring best get here — soon.
The Republic of the Marshall Islands was first settled in about 1,000 BC by people of Mayo/Polynesian stock. It was visited by Spanish navigators in the 16th century seeking a westerly route to the Spice Islands. In the span of – let’s say more than a 1,000 years – the people of the Marshall Islands voted to keep their secret quiet. The secret – it’s a damn lovely place to live and the rest ‘o the world had best find another square inch to reside.
In 1788, British sea Captain John William Marshall sailed through these atolls and proclaimed them Marshall Islands, while en route from Australia to China. (Ergo the name.) In the 1800s German traders, Missionaries from Hawaii and British and American whalers visited the islands. Many didn’t leave because the secret of her beauty would be shared.
In a back and forth table tennis volley between Germany and Japan from the late 1880’s through the late 1930’s, the Marshall Islands landed within the “Pacific Islands Trust Territory.” Today the Marshall Islands became a republic in free association with the U.S. What a place: Storied history, beautiful waters, blue skies, and warm weather. The right mix for a killa’ vacation. When do we leave?
Before my day unfolds, isn’t that a beautiful view?! What would we do if that were the view each day? What if. I’ll have lots more of these the day I start living there – physically – not just mentally. Now let’s get on with it.
Today was an interesting day. I had no idea of how I’d get it “all” done but I did. First, the decal for the license plate. CHECK. Then I pitted for some fuel. CHECK. With a nice morning at the office, I went to Free Service Tire and had my tires balanced. CHECK. One of my closest friends picked me up at FST and I bought her some lunch at Gourmet Market. CHECK. Well-well, now isn’t that nice. Meetings, more meetings and getting the interns ready for our Tuesday client meeting. Well, we met and met … and met some more. Meetingful as I love to say (HA@!). Near the end of the day, I talked with an intern to say, “I’ll be at the pool next Monday to learn flip turns.”
I came home – I cleaned the bath, hand scrubbed the floor, washed some clothes, cleaned the car, cleaned the kitchen, cleaned the kitchen floor by hand and helped make dinner. Umm. I prefer working out – at least the working is out.
Now the Hawai’i part. Just a photo for our eyes. A way to connect with the ocean … a source of life … and certainly a source of happiness for many, many people. Maluhia.
I set out for the Foothills Parkway and it rained from my house to the launch point. BLAH. I went anyway. I went because there is no whining on the road to winning. About 3 miles up the Parkway (the first climb is a Category 3 climb), the sun came out and I removed my gloves, my helmet, the skull cap and unzipped the jacket. Warm was an understatement. After reaching Highway 129, I turned and climbed back to the top — turned around and headed back down to 129. I climbed again – a little faster. When I reached the top I enjoyed the first two miles downhill …. then I turned around and climbed back to the top. With a little more than 3 hours of climbing it was time to return to the drop point. Yeah. I realized the post-ride protein drink was sounding yummy. As was the P&J sandwich (my fourth meal of the day). Life rolls on.
On August 12, 1898, Hawaii was formally annexed as a territory of the United States. At this point there was no question of Hawaii becoming a state; the whites were outnumbered ten to one, and had no desire to afford the natives the protection of US labor laws, let alone to give them the vote. Consequently, Hawaii was for the first half of the twentieth century the virtual fiefdom of the Big Five, conglomerations started by the missionary families and rooted in their massive landholdings.
By controlling agriculture, they also dominated transportation, banks, utilities, insurance – and government. The inevitable integration of Hawaii into the American mainstream was hastened by its crucial role in the war against Japan, and the expansion of tourism thereafter. The islands finally became the fiftieth of the United States in 1959, after a plebiscite (direct vote of all members of the electorate) showed a seventeen-to-one majority in favor.
The only group to oppose statehood were the few remaining native Hawaiians.
Support has been growing over the last couple of decades for the concept of Hawaiian sovereignty, on the basis that those of Hawaiian descent should gain at least the rights already held by Native American nations on the mainland.
In 1993, the US Congress and President Clinton issued a formal apology to native Hawaiians “on the occasion of the 100th anniversary of the illegal overthrow of the Kingdom of Hawaii.” Debate rages as to what form restitution might take, with some campaigners arguing for a complete restoration of independence.
With a long and storied history, not unlike Native Americans, we owe them a great deal more than a Presidential apology. I vote for what Hawaii wants. Should she enjoy a state of independence – so be it. On virtually every front Hawaiians and the islands of Hawaii deserve our respect and appreciation.
My dad gave me the “Juicer” for Christmas this year. It ROCKS. The best drink, and his favorite, is the CAG. 2 medium carrots, 1 crisp apple, 1 inch of fresh ginger and ergo the drink: CAG. It’s zesty, tasty, tangy and if you add just a touch of cranberry juice, it’s even better. Heck, I’ve added limes, lemons and sports drink to it. This is the versatile base drink with which you make a tons of other juicy-juices.
The BGE and I have taken a notion to use the pulp in making muffins. Not yet, but we’re close!
And another one seems better than a single. Right??? This is ‘purrific.’ Since Ms. S has approved ear piercing, let’s go whole-hog and approve the placement of a small tat somewhere. I suggest the upper left shoulder. Seems a logical place. I might also suggest that when the tat is applied that we provide some Jack Black (not the card game) to minimize the pain. May I suggest some Coca-Cola with that Jack-Black?
The weather was brisk at 10AM today.
Yet, I saddled up — — all suited up and went for a bike ride. “There goes that nut” is certainly the commentary shared by several cars passing me along the way. To those fat, morbidly obese people I have a simple message: find a diet, stop smoking, eat healthy, don’t drink so damn much and get out and see the world. Funny how people discount their “symptoms” as “the way it is” — and firmly believe their “symptoms” have nothing to do with their lifestyle. I could go on here — but I’ll refrain.
Ok then. The very thing I enjoy most is seeing the world. Today I saw four hours and 80 miles of my local area called Blount County. Nicely done except for the dogs who obviously reflect their owners’ attitude toward people in general. Other than that it was cold. A National Park Ranger stopped and chatted some while I was in Tremont. She was very nice and talkative. This interaction made the ride even better. Why? When the poe-poe say something other than “put your hands on the wheel,” it’s a good thing.
The mecca of my world has a video today. Outta here.
Knit > a. trans. To tie in or with a knot; to tie, fasten, bind, attach, join, by or as by knotting. With cogn. obj. to knit a knot. arch. and dial. Dating back to c1000 (!) – many balls of yarn ago. 2. trans. {dag}a. To knot string in open meshes so as to form (a net); to net. Obs. Daing to 1290.
Ok – knit a stitch or purl something – it’s timeless and important.
Thank goodness for my new hats.
I recently heard some good news from my distant aunt that she does not have cancer – yeah. But in the elation, she lost interest (I think) in the book, “Every second counts,” by Lance Armstrong. I had hoped she would read it – but I’m not sure if that’s on the short list. In any case, it’s a worthy read – if you’re the reading type.
The (soon to be) attached photo is terrific – as it gives you the fluid motion of what the Tour looks like in a single frame. The motion and weaving is snake-like, and while beautiful, it is ultra dangerous in the rear of the pack. I know – I’ve been on the back of a large train of riders and the motion is exaggerated as if the front is whipping its tail.
In the Edgar Soto last year – on the last day of the four-day race – I was in the lead group but in the back of a 40 person field. As we were approaching the final climb of the day the front surged wildly and the “tail” whipped around corners – with riders veering off line … close to the edges of the road and one another. Oncoming traffic doesn’t stop and if you’re riding the yellow line it’s easy to be hurled into a car at 35mph. On the last corner before we turned up the climb, gravel made the middle of the road somewhat dangerous … and in a corner even more so. Naturally the pack flared to each side and several riders touched wheels. This sent 8 guys to the ground. I had to basically stop my bike in order to keep from going down. Catching the guys ahead was impossible at that point. Why? If I “time trailed” and caught on – I’d be in the red zone going up a 2 mile climb. My day was done.
Lessons are sometimes hard to stomach. However, a lesson learned that didn’t include road rash is one I’ll take every day. Peace out –
My day started at 5:20AM when I packed my bags and began the trek to UTK. I was working out at 6AM as normal. Tuesday’s mark a serious leg routine that pushes me. I’m glad TREC is unpopulated at 6AM! LOL. When I left TREC, the rain had frozen and it was icy. I slipped when I attempted to obtain a parking pass at College Park. Classes were 2 hours late … so I went to the office. From there, I left at 9:45 for Ames’ house.
I spent the day at Park West Hospital – helping take care of the BGE. Ames was in for some outpatient surgery and I was there to support her. This was an interesting experience because it was the first time in my life that I was on the “support” side versus the knife-side. Park West is very nice – and new. Valet parking at the front door (no tipping), new lobby, excellent eatery with lots of healthy choices, friendly (!) people and well staffed. I took time out to chat with Ames’ doctor after the procedure – which lasted thirty minutes. (The discussion about her procedure.) As we shifted the conversation to health care, the rising costs of health care, China and India and their potential lead in world dominance, and technology the conversation broadened to several interesting paths including robotic surgery, consumer knowledge of healthcare procedures, collegiate use of campus libraries, translations of words in the Bible, the OED (Oxford English Dictionary; which I own the two volume set), and what we should be doing more of (and less of) in life, etc.
This was a pleasant surprise and certainly unexpected. Physicians usually “cover off” and get on with business. Dr. Darling wasn’t about to leave without sharing a few insights into his life – and that was very nice.
I’ve enclosed a flower today for Ames. It’s certainly pretty. The flower is Plumeria – a luscious smelling beauty. This is a bit of Aloha on an icy, rainy, surgery-oriented, long day. Whew.
Some years ago I worked for a person who told me about themselves in the very first meeting. Rude, crude, avoiding, condescending, egotistical, and manipulative. Lacking social manners and the ability to be courteous, it was evident this person was either abused as a child – or had some screw turned a little too tight and their view of the world said, “it revolves around me.” I endured several years tolerating the behavior and a mean-spirited attitude toward me – and my team.
I spoke with a colleague about the situation and he offered some simple but profound advice. He said let it go. By that he meant that everyone now knows the truth – and it has nothing to do with me as a person – therefore let it go. Interestingly, I saw in his face the pain that I had felt for so many years. What I heard was a friend weighing in on the issue – to help me let it go.
It worked. I went home without a care in the world. I felt like a huge burden was lifted. Like most days, the photo has nothing to do with my post. Imagine that (LOL). The sunset was pretty kewl today – as it was on the Big Island I’m sure.
Each and every person you know is a resident expert about themselves … living within their body. I learned (or relearned) an important lesson on Tuesday: when people tell you who they are – believe them. Truly believe in what they are saying about themselves. As such, each person can convey who they are, what they stand for, if they possess integrity (or not), are they egotistical, can they be honest, do they enjoy pushing buttons, can they work in a team, are they authentic — or fake.
How often do we discount what we observe, hear or feel when interacting with others? I believe it occurs regularly with little regard … or without giving it a second thought. Most often I find myself seeking the good traits and avoiding the offensive ones. However, I usually know the moment “when” a person communicates who they are. The more difficult mental hurdle is accepting what we know to be the truth. Again, people will tell you who they are, just let them. If they tell you that they are: egotistical, manipulative, condescending, a liar, fake, hateful, a ‘gamer’ or anything else that would eliminate them from your friends and family circle – let them go.
I’ve reflected on an image for today that feels pretty good – it gave me hope that sunny days are just around the corner. More sun than rain. More hope.
Peace
The Kona sunset today was wonderful. Yes, can you imagine being there – or what?! This photo is so peaceful and inviting. It caps the day you wanted to enjoy, but were bundled up in warmies while pacing through a day at the office.
What I thought about today was the sun setting on my face not on my iPhoto storage bank of images. I contemplated drinking some Kona coffee in the morning, and a trip to Captain Cooks’ monument mid-day, and we’d best pack a lunch with some cold beer too. The afternoon sums up with a drive along the Kailua-Kona coast. Ahh, that puts a smile in Aloha.
Right on.
What a day. It ended last night at 11:30PM. It started today at 7AM. And at Noon today – we called it a wrap.
I calculated over 660 people-hours getting prepared for “today.” If I attempted to give you the all numbers for this pitch it would take several paragraphs. Suffice it to say – we worked hard for the last three months preparing for today.
Yes. We raised the fucking bar.
No matter what – we raised the bar with a 1.5 hour presentation that made one person mad … the very person who wanted “the” presentation. Why? Because our team delivered the goods. Today was our Super Bowl and the way I calculate it, the score swayed in our favor.
We did our best.
That feels good saying those words. We did our best.
There are so many people to thank: DJ for keeping it real – and fun and making sure the interactivity was spot-on. Nickie-Nick – super-bad-ass-creative-director – for staying cool and focused – and for creating the vision of the mountains. Ricky-Rick … with a Ph.D. in Photoshop and Sound Design – and god of iMovie … whoa. Rob-ster – for being a cool-collaborator and instrumental to the balancing act. CT – the steadfast vet of ads who is Mr. Authentic. Steve-O – Mr. Man-on-the-street. Guy and Cyn – King and Queen of monetary acquisition … cause they spend the money efficiently. Then the supporting cast is HUGE. No way we made 1/9/08 without: CP – who kept her kewl the entire time … things moved! Jeffy – with a slick webster approach that was eye poppin’. Kymmy-Kym … did you say the Olympics have a speed show for Shoppin (her motto – “Gold medal is not good enough”). Paul-ster – sly on the words and the man who wears camo when he delivers guerrilla ideas. Lest we forget Cave – cause DVD-dom isn’t done until he’s done. Amy – behind the scenes Duchess of Interactive. Barbara – the peaceful side of Meetings & Conventions. Sam-ster – fun with the camera and special effects-man. Jacob – the man, the web, the magic. Art – quietly contributing a difference. Lori – analytic Ph.D. with smiles that lift us all. Brian-P > the cacophony of spots rang loudly. Ellen – with helpfulness in spades. Gosh, then we meet the real Mr. McGiver (his stage name is Keith) – the man, the conqueror, the “knows-no-impossible” magic man.
This group of people work liked a team, performed like a team, supported each other in every way, gave creative feedback and input to improve our work … gave of their personal time … and did one thing no one can contradict: we raised the fucking bar.
The photos for today have nothing to do (whatsoever) with this post. I rode to Tremont after our pitch – because the mountains were calling me. I hooked up with a couple of friends and we put the pace on “race.” I averaged 20 – to and from Tremont … which included a little meandering here and there. Yes, it was fast. Maybe my race legs showed up – bowed up – because we … did you hear … we raised the fucking bar.
Nuf said.
Let the artist speak. If it does, then so be it. If it doesn’t, so shall it be undone. Short and sweet – and to the point.
Is that what’s keeping people from posting? I’m not sure.
No matter – the lights are in on making Christmas crazy and out-of-control. Alas, there is a product that makes sure you weigh in on the Holiday. After you’ve purchased 20,000 lights, attended a conference on lawnlights and then participated in the making of an intergalactic message board – you realize, “OH – the yard needs a little something-something.” More light, please. When looking – look no further: Light-O-rama.
Look at my Seasonalcrap.wordpress.com web site and send me some fun pictures to create an even better site.
Ho-ho-ho
It’s been two weeks and my Seasonal Crap blog is up and running. I’ve built a blogroll to network and grow my potential commenter list. Either way I’m hopeful to make the next year rich with close views of holidays and the retailization of America. OH boy.
Lots of news out there about the retail holiday we call Christmas. Much more than I’ve ever imagined. Funny how millions of people frown upon the season and participate in it all the same. I’m one of ‘those’ people. I must. What about momma and her shoes? What about the gift cards? What if I didn’t give – would retail America single handily take down the economy??? Who knows. Just keep buying.
Back in June of this year, I participated in a “ride” that was timed. Meaning, it was an organized event (not a race) that was open to anyone with a bicycle and a helmet. Pay your $40 and you’re in. The ride is called the “Cherohala Challenge.” It’s not just a ride, it’s a race against the clock. Of course, I didn’t know that until after I completed the event. Umm.
So – there are some 300 plus people lined up with the intent of riding this “beast” and somehow enjoying some (ha!) portion of it. Let’s put the ride in perspective – it’s 117 miles, includes 9,800′ of climbing elevation, one climb is 9 miles at 9%, the Dragon is full of curves and motorcycles, and a lot of people who ride the event at the ‘front of the pack’ are riding over their heads. So you best come prepared.
The night before I was eating steak, drinking beer before dinner – wine with dinner – and just imagining the fun I’d have the next day (double ha!). Little did I know that many of the guys I race against in the Masters division would show up and use this “ride” as a training race during the transition month of June. Oh boy.
Ok – the first 40 miles are fine – we’re cruising at 28, 29 and 30 on the flats. And a group of 110 (or so) riders are together — meandering through the back roads of Monroe County wiggling over to the Dragon. Several of these “riders” are getting a little edgy — many of which have ‘tudes about the (!) slowness of the pace. Naturally the true bike Nazi’s in the group are annoyed with the ‘tudes and basically scoff at their jumpiness near the front. I’m particularly annoyed because nearing the first serious climbs my water bottle cage BREAKS and I lose the full bottle … not the near empty bottle. The language wasn’t pretty. SO — I’m basically begging riders to snag water and fill up the empty bottle while we’re cruising toward the first climbs. NOT GOOD. REPEAT. NOT GOOD. I was in a position to get dropped if I couldn’t replenish liquids along the way. Cause there was NO stopping with this group. Thankfully a kind rider gave me a full water bottle.
As we approach the first section of the Dragon, I anticipate a surge by the ‘tudes — and I was right. There was. However – their eagerness was dramatically overcome by the sheer might of the leaders’ pace … and within one mile of the start of the climb the field of 110 was cut down to a tight 12. I was in 7th position. This felt good. Except for the fact that my heart rate monitor read OVERLOAD and my legs were screaming WTF, WTF, WTF! We continued climbing and then enjoyed the first descent. Then climbed again – to descend again. On the second descent, we dropped two riders who weren’t willing to let go of their brakes. Now we were 10.
Nearing the Cherohala we began climbing – and climbing – and climbing. I had ridden the Cherohala twice before and anticipated the hard portion, but the climb leading us to the Cherohala was new. And it was hard. The pace was firm. The grit in everyone’s eyes said something interesting: we’re pushing hard and not stopping for shit. On the 9 mile, 9% climb I was dropped. The photo herein is when I was at my worst on the ride. A photographer called “Killboy” (who shoots the crazy bikers on the Dragon) was shooting us. Probably laughing his ass off – and shaking his head at the foolishness of the Challenge. Whatever. Six riders got away – and I was left behind with four other guys. We dropped one and then the three of us traveled the last 30-something miles together.
Close to the finish I dropped the two guys I was with and crossed the finish line in 7th position with a time of 6:02 (six hours, two minutes). Had I known that a sub-six was a “big deal” I could have done a sub-six. Ah, the pleasure of knowing it will be on the list for 2008. Triple Ha. Afterwards I ate three hamburgers, two bags of chips, drank two Cokes, ate three cookies, two bananas, a 32oz protein drink and went home. In route home I bought a super-sized Smoothie at Smoothie King. I ate again that evening and it was another huge meal. I calculated my calorie burn at 6,000 calories for the day. Is this crazy or what!
If you care to join the ride – be prepared. It’s nothing but climbing that’s in your face. And best of all, it’s got killer views all along the Cherohala Skyway. Peace out.
The very thing that keeps you hidden is fun to wear. Here is another video to liven the day. Breakup by Mossy Oak. More views from West Sandy. I’ll likely wear the Mossy soon, but I’ll forgo the waders and wear some comfy boots. Did you hear that no one can see you when wearing camouflage. HA. Enjoy.
The West Sandy was very calm. Nothing moving – except for a few squirrels who got the news that a new cowboy had arrived from Maryville. With his personal pop-gun outfitted with a scope sighted in and ready for some action.
Not a creature was stirring nor the wind nor the rain. In a one hour, forty-five minute trek on the wet roads of Springville, I spotted 9 cars and one school bus. Other than that – it was very calm. The rainy weather pushed out just after lunch. And the roads, while still wet (and slippery), were ridable.
Today was an easy day of recovery – after a serious workout yesterday at TREC. I completed lots of leg work and my personal favorite exercise (leg lunges) topped off the day: 60lb x 30 steps, 70lbs x 30 steps and then 80lbs x 40 steps. If you’ve not tried these – do so. Take twenty pounds in each hand to see if you can “lunge.” If you can’t then reduce the weight. But imagine, I’m up over half my body weight and by a 40th step I’m breathing heavy like I’m climbing a step incline. Whew.
The photo seen below was taken near dad’s house on a bridge at the West Sandy. Notice the water’s calm appearance, and the reflection seems as if it’s been “shopped” in versus looking natural. Believe me – it’s natural.
A few doggies came out to visit me – but none were willing to play. Ha! I suspect the color weather and wetness had them thinking of warm fireplaces and doggie treats, not my skinny ass. DoubleHa!!
This final pan of the day was taken about 1/2 mile from dad’s place and it’s just another little house in the neighborhood – nice and clean – leaves gone but the pond looking very calm. Did I mention the air wasn’t moving?
Last night dad took me on a ride to the Kentucky border. At first I thought it was about 10 minutes away from his description. Umm, at 25 minutes we were still going north. Along the route, a f*&^#$@ fool was on the right side of a dark, two-lane back-country road facing us – with their lights on?!?!??! WTF! We weren’t sure if the road veered off right of the truck – or what. Again, WTF! With a little light rain and some drinks brewing inside dad made the right call and went left. It didn’t feel like left was the right call but – WTF!
(Here’s a photo of dad’s fishing-Christmas tree.)
Ok – we landed at Largos. Steaks were sizzling on the outdoor grill. And there were several peps inside this roadhouse that sits – literally – on the Kentucky/Tennessee border. When you park, you’re in Kentucky. When you walk to the door – you’re in Kentucky. When you step inside, you’re in Tennessee. If you want to dance – you go to the Kentucky side. If you want to drink like many good Baptists do, you visit the Tennessee side. I would suggest that if you’re not accustomed to breathing volumes of second-hand smoke, best bring an oxygen mask. Even my third layer tee shirt reeked.
Now the reason for the visit. Largo’s serves steaks on Thursdays that are grilled outside. It might seem like a no-big-deal-kind-of-thing, but it’s a big deal. Think back to the best steak you’ve had (other than at my house) and your taste buds will suggest that you enjoyed a wood-fired/grilled steak. Largo’s restaurant isn’t equipped with a “Morton’s of Chicago” style grill (LOL), but outside, they equalize the grilling field. YUMMY – I ate the entire 12oz ribeye. Then I did what I normally don’t do, I ate on a baked potato and chewed down a white bread roll (just one). I led off with a bluecheese soaked salad, and a cold Corona. As a true roadhouse, there is no blog, nor website nor referring website to show you a visual. I snagged a poster from the bathroom wall to prove I was there. No I won’t be there on 12/15 for Bluesianna music.
UP and at it. Dad has outfitted my kitchen with a new stainless steel coffee maker – as though I needed one. But it’s kewl. The timer function is nice and it’s all stainless and such. The real goody is the juicer. Now that’s a goody. First thing up was a two-banana, one-apple juicy-juice. I envision some great uses for this gift – like using all the fruits I purchase versus throwing away the aging limes or lemons … or an apple that’s past its prime eating date. More about the juice-eventures in future posts.
The photos of today’s long post are from the front and side of my dad’s lake house. It’s a log cabin (three stories) with four bedrooms and three baths (sleeps 21). Comfy. Cozy and there’s no noise pollution. Look closely and find that he has 2 (TWO) dishes. One for TV and the other for the computer. He prefers to have TV and computer operations running with ample steam to deliver the news, emails, and such.
From the front porch I bagged a squirrel this morning – and will find his furry body later today. Did I hear juiced squirrel in the background? I can cook it and then juice it – and give it to some of my co-workers who truly need a juiced lifestyle. Can you say WTF!
Peace out.
I’m visiting my dad in Springville, Tennessee.
The trip over was mighty nice: few cars and fewer super-Troopers. At 301 miles from Maryville to Springville the trip is just about 4 hours. The other side of Nashville I tucked in behind a Trooper and cruised at 91 (my preferred speed ironically).
Alas, I’m on Kentucky lake near fishing and duck hunting and such. We’re not close to Paris, Tennessee but close enough. We’re not close to Camden, but close enough. We’re in a remote section of Tennessee where schools can be purchased for a mere $20,000. Land and homes are easily acquired and that includes finding access to the lake. Enough of the geography lesson. Best get to bed.
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No photo today. I’m not “out of film” – I’m just out of patience with certain issues that come up again and again. Therefore, this post clears my own air.
“Why is that? Why are you out of patience?” Oh – I don’t know … maybe because I allow it?
Ever wonder why people say, “we can savor that topic for later when there’s nothing to do but drive,” — then they don’t follow through. What’s up with that? When they read about “getting real,” or “growing authenticity” and say they’re going to share the new knowledge and don’t. That’s confusing?
Or when an event is coming up – an event that was known well in advance – but is delivered in combination with another “event” to divert attention from one item to another. Why does that occur? Are calendars out of fashion? Have people lost touch with calendars? Are they so disinterested in their family’s lives that events are just check marks on a social list of “my son was in such-and-such last night …” ??
How nice.
A left and right hook deliver a mind altering thought …
… “don’t get too comfortable with this situation …
… danger-danger Will Robbins.”
Maybe it’s the fact that people are so centered on business. Umm, or ego is hip locked with business life. Or – a relationship is needed but why bother all the time? Not sure? Could be a combination of many things. The great news about combinations is my ability to duck, twist, roll the body left (or right) and fire a few of my own. Nuf said.
It was a wonderful Tuesday – with lots of sun – better, warmer weather and a nice day overall. I took advantage of the weather and ventured outside after work for a ride in the dark. Yeah. Best bring warmer gloves for tomorrow night. Ok – overall this week is going to be great. Great. Because it’s all about having fun from now on. I sound like I’m convincing myself, but really it’s all about fun. Do you ever look at folks – say in their 60’s – and wonder … have they had fun in their lives? What are they living for? What is their retirement plan? What … what … what if … why … are they having fun? Have they had fun? What’s the word fun mean? My def: F-U-N > smiles, laughter, people talking, music, mental vacationing (regularly), and a general mental attitude of … “I want more of that please.” Nuf said.
I continue to notice one thing: people postponing fun tend to have less fun. ERGO – Let’s have more fun. Can I get a right on?!
Random image of the day – very random. Figure it out. Yeah, it’s the garage, well a small corner of a 2,100 sq ft garage.It feels more like a gallery with some kewl “shiznet” in it than a garage. I’ll snap some mo shots. But it’s my escape from the world of riding, the world of racing, the world of advertising and the University.
It’s a great place to peel off a few hours while doing nothing but care shiznet.
Color – color everywhere. Random placement of images and such on a blank canvass. I should have used more white space (LOL). With my new program, “Color it!”
I’ve got a retouching helper to aid in masking, cloning, cropping, painting and goofing off. You’ll
probably ‘not’ like the attached photo image/photo art, but I had to try my hand at using some of the new tools in the box. Otherwise, this photo does one thing – it adds lots of brightness to an otherwise dreary day. Peace.
Well – in 2006 (last year) I was in Jonesboro with my extended family. Yeah. We drank. A lot. We ate. Even more. We played games – that required drinking to keep up with. We ate to regain energy. We napped (some more than others). And we laughed. A lot. Here is a photo montage for all those viewing my site today! I miss you too.
Ever wonder how some young folks make it in this world? I do. Most of the late afternoon on Tuesday was spent dealing with a young woman who just “doesn’t get it.” It’s not the fact that she hasn’t really worked in this world – nor that she fashions herself living in the real world of “life.” She’s “performing” as though she were in college even though she’s not. It’s based on the fact that even at 20-something she’s a child. There are freshmen in my class at UTK that are more mature. This graduate of an SEC college that shall go nameless acts more like a high school student and not at all like a young woman with any sense. Baby go wagghhh is applicable. HA.
Umm, why am I writing about this “person.” I see hope for her. Of course, there had better be a private plane involved – or so a former intern told me. BLAH – baby go waggghhhh.
Very few people know the name of the number 1 ‘attraction’ in all of Hawai’i. It’s not the hidden beaches of Lanai or those that are frequented on Maui. No – it’s not Pearl Harbor nor the Memory Exhibit. Some might guess that it’s Mt. Haleakala. None of those answers are correct. All of which are very popular (well, some people would not agree with the hidden beaches of Lanai but we’ll save that for a future post). So the number one most visited “attraction” in the state of Hawai’i? It’s the National Cemetary of the Pacific!
More than 33,000 veterans are buried there – some dating back to the Spanish-American War. In comparison to the ‘attractions’ in all of Hawai’i, more than 5 million visitors pay their respects at the NMCP. Known as the Punchbowl, because it’s location is within an extinct volcano. The 68 acre site is known locally as “Puowaina” – translated to “Hill of Sacrifice.”
The photo of Columbia (above) was taken on my last trip to Oahu. The 30-foot high statue of Columbia gazes down upon the Court. Beneath her are the words of sympathy written by President Abraham Lincoln to a mother whose five sons were killed during the Civil War. It reads as follows: “The Solemn Pride That Must Be Yours to Have Laid So Costly A Sacrifice Upon the Altar of Freedom.”
Ever wonder why the days pass quicker as we age? Seems like the days zip along with amazing speed the older we are – or are not. I caught myself looking into 2008 – today – as though it were a New Year next week. Sometimes we live the whole week before we experience it – in part due to the stress of travel, business, people, events, work, the girlfriend, traffic … whatever. Life moves along with such amazing speed that we best think about each and every day or time is not our friend. What does this have to do with today’s photo? I’m not sure. Nothing. It was a cloudy, rainy day with lots of drizzle. I road after work for 1 hour in the rain. Rock on with iPod. My best friend while I’m traveling on the road. Rock on.
The photo of the day is from the Parkway (ha, I really don’t life there – I just ride there!).
While I’m hopeful to share my photos, I have lots of illustrations that I’ll copy and digitize. Several are worth publishing. More on the artwork of David Avery as the site unfolds.
I’m just about to dig into the depths of writing some serious shit over the next few months. Hoping to create a vent-point to release the steam. If you asked about David Avery – and what he loves the most … well, pick a category. But with food, it’s chocolate and peanut butter. Those are the best in combination. David Avery also like to take photos and you’ll find many in the Hawaii section.
This weblog is all about photography, riding my bike, travel and my friends. I’ve been careful to expose only small segments because one never knows what might offend another. But the photography angle is what I do best – and many folks seeing “David Avery’s” work agree: he’s got talent. Give me some real equipment and I’m dangerous. Whatever.
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The Sun …
It rises where we least expect it
It sets when we want more of it
It showers warmth on days when we’ve said, “enough”
It’s nowhere to be found when we say, “burr”
Yet, it’s something we can see at the same time even miles apart.
I’ll be where the sun rises in the morning. Your bed – alone. But not too alone.
I love you.
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sometimes.
I wonder what life will be like when I’m older.
much older.
I ponder a walk in 80-year-old shoes.
and see the world knowing time is short.
I consider how I’ve wasted so much time.
thinking and pondering of what could have been.
I see the beauty in life.
sometimes the beauty in you.
I am happy to be alive, just breathing and living for today.
others I’m living far in advance, wasting what I have.
I feel regretful over the past and what I’ve done.
maybe is all I can say to learning.
I think of retirement and wonder what is retired.
will I have the power to enjoy.
I like myself, alone with a house of music.
and yet I’m still alone.
I see you for what you are.
and I still love you.
I want to run away, but the islands are as far as I go.
even aloha isn’t all-that.
I just smile and feel the love.
and too often I carry on when it’s not needed.
I see the rainbow.
with your eyes.
sometimes.
