Having been promised a Cafe Nanio only to find that no such thing exists.
Last Run11.1 mi 01:42 /09:09 pace I'm as tired as I've ever been. Run #3 kinda blew up on me this afternoon. Legs were dead from the start. Reach the Beach was a blast, t... posted 13 hours ago
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If you’re a regular frequenter of the WUSTL Clinical Geropsychology Lab home page (and who isn’t?) you might have noticed the standard stock photo of the psychology building is MY standard stock photo of the psychology building! This trumps the wonder that is my inclusion in the Schmap. Speaking of RobZ, he’s got a semi-starring role (along with the rest of the boys and KKV) in the new new episode of Deconstructing Dinner (you’ll find him featured in the I am a Firestarter sequence). It’s been a while since I last posted one of these (Japan?), but that’s conveniently ignoring that there’s a lost king cake episode in the can that’s floating around on one of the many hundreds of orphaned hard drives populating my detrito-sphere. Or for the anti-blip zealots.  It’s a for crap picture but this apparently is the best I have that’s not ten years old. Congratulations to Rob on his lightweight men’s singles win at the World Championships Trials. KU Crew alum represent, a little rock chalk in (Linz?!) Austria…
Per the bioptera experiment, new mediafriend in sacrilegiously sanctimonious 3D. I was going to torque this a bit before posting but since I don’t really believe the source files are coming back from Brisbane, have at it. Blue goes on the left.  That aerial flash flood just broke my umbrella and soaked me clean through. Exceedingly bad timing trying to walk from Fenway over the pike to Kenmore, some scary close lighting. I would have liked to have taken a POTD if I hadn’t thought I was moments away from electrocution. Had to hide in a doorway on Comm for a while with five other cowards only to finally run for the station to find it packed with shorts wearing Sox fans going the wrong way. By the time the B-line was west of BU it was just a pleasant little normal rain.
This particular weekend was odd, fairly up and down. It was good in that dog and I went to the park and went swimming, bad in that I failed to get some condo stuff done, good in that the baby nieces (& parents) are safely home from Italy, bad in that some jackass sideswiped my car smashing up the right front quarter panel. All that said, the highlight of the weekend for me was doing some tree work on the red maple above. I haven’t had to do a lot of manual labor in my life, a standard inclination would assume this to be a good thing. I did though spend the summer after my junion year of college dead-broke, working for Mulford’s Tree Service in Lawrence. It was, by far, the physically hardest job I had ever had (or likely will ever have), dragging logs, chipping branches, carrying gear, driving a 3/4 ton bucket truck that needed a jump every time it had to be started. Mulford himself was taciturn to the extreme, indifferent towards me as long as I remembered to grease the saws. That was much preferred to the daily scorn with which his main climber treated me, engaging in a two-man class warfare battle that I didn’t even know I was fighting until well after I had long since lost it. This guy could climb anything, work at any height, fix every chainsaw, chipper or truck, and never once let a chance go by to (rightly, I suppose) remind me that I didn’t have a chance to meet his exacting standards to be successful in the tree business. It amuses me how so many years later this one boss still frequently comes back to mind whenever I’m working outdoors, cutting wood or clearing out brush. He was there in my head this weekend, disapproving of my tendencies to minimize the amount of effort that needs to be expended for a given job, forcing me towards the right path, not the easy way out. It’s not a stretch to say that (verbal abuse notwithstanding) this single summer spent working with tree cutters was more instructive in the appropriate way to actually do work than any other experience I had as an undergraduate. It’s something for which I’m grateful to have done. I’m also grateful that when it comes to taking down the 60′ half-dead oak leaning perilously over the back of house, I’ll know someone more responsible and capable that I will be calling the shots. Happy Birthday to my old(!?!) dog. When the heck did that happen?
 Really, for the most part have not heard hide nor hair from these bastards since they got to Melbourne last week. Thankfully YJ is with it enough to post some pictures to show the stateside loser-square what’s what and where’s where. More please. I’ve surveyed the room and we’ve got votes for kangaroos and Bindi Irwin and wallabies and saltwater crocodiles, preferably action shots all around. I’m not much of one for posting commercials but I’ll make an exception here. I’ve always liked the concept of using sequential stills to form videos – I’ve tried this a couple of times (529, An Easter Afternoon) but rather prefer Robbie’s 3 Days. This commercial does the same but breaks away from using full frame shots, connecting scenes with the visual football motif. I’ve also been fighting intense gadget-lust towards this XSi since it came out a few weeks back (repeated attempts at anti-consumerism self-hypnosis have not proved to be curative). From what I’ve read it shoots and writes to memory considerably more rapidly than either the 300d or the 400d (in RAW mode, these guys can lag down for upwards of 30 seconds). Plus is lighter, has live preview and uses SD instead of these giant CF cards. And considering that my TX1 fell apart in my hands today, I feel particularly manipulable to camera related pitches. The rational part of my brain knows it’s just a waste of money to buy more crap, that this isn’t the enlightened path to happiness. The irrational part knows where I keep the credit cards.  KU got theirs, Paul Pierce got his. Fantastic. What an unbelievable year this has been. Meanwhile, the kids are straight up rioting in Allston Village. There are multiple paddywagons down at Harvard and Brighton, horns going nuts and screaming runners heading up the side streets, a mass of dancers blocking traffic lanes and motorcycle cops unsuccessfully trying to break things up. This town hasn’t felt this hopped up since the Sox did that little thing back in 2004. Sorry Pats, this one’s got legacy on it’s side. I can only imagine what it’s like down on Causeway. Daily Mediafriend. Work is still progressing on my mad puppet masterpiece, in the meantime use this opportunity to learn about the thalamus. Also, a Mediafriend interview.
 
Longfellow Bridge may be falling down, but it’s easily is one of the most attractive bridges in Boston. It’s the only place for the MBTA bound to get an occasional and needed panoramic view of the river basin to remind them how horrible the non-view from their cubicles is, and for pedestrians has plenty of odd little nooks and crannies for surprises in the form of homeless persons to jump out at you. Unfortunately since it’s at least 50% not safe for walking anymore it will be closed for the 4th, but hey, any decent contractor will tell you you can’t get rich by ignoring the Law of Fives.
PS. All ya’ll driving into it aren’t helping.    I was looking for photographs of volcanoes on Vanuatu after getting an email from Kristin saying she had been transferred to Ambrym. Those I could find were unsatisfying but along the way I came across this set of portraits from Eric Lafforgue. This work knocks me down.  It’s a known fact that the production of a suitably valid dissertation without subtle, permanent damage to one’s sense of humor and ability to see regular life with rationality and perspective is an emotionally impossible exercise. So, congratulations to VC, achiever of the unachievable! Who’s next? A quiet night in Allston, hardly anyone’s out and about. My guess is that everyone is resting up for the Celtics tomorrow. The sky really is this curious color tonight – I didn’t tweak at all, just some 10 second exposures on the street, National Grid still doing their thing. And by thing I mean jackhammering outside my window every morning at 7am. Come on man with all that Actual Work Looking way-too-early manual labor.
 Thanks YJ, for pointing out that the Austin City Limits schedule is out (minus rumored phantom non-Foo Fighters closing act). I’m totally psyched about this show – here’s a first pass at a working schedule (the presumptive republican nominee put his up here). Of local interest – Allston’s Eli ‘Paperboy’ Reed is playing on Saturday (unfortunately, against Del tha Funkee Homosapien of Gorillaz and the brilliant Deltron 3030 fame). |
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