I got some pretty good ideas for mixing up my project 365 last month but haven’t so much gotten around to implementing them quite yet. Eh, such is life, no harm no foul, what’s another six world’s cutest husky shots between friends? The full project is on flickr here, or in month-by-month form on quasify here.
I don’t care. I just don’t. I cannot muster false rage or righteous indignation. Shaughnessy has enough hyperbolic bile for all of us. I have simply been too happy, have experienced too many beautiful moments because of this man’s swing to sit back and pretend like those memories are all gonna disappear.
If we’re honest, it’s not really a surprise. And until that list is fully published, it won’t surprise me when any other player in the league gets retroactively busted for some sin committed six years ago. Your favorite guy? Ten to one he’s on there too. Just love em anyway.
I went to see the new Harry Potter yesterday. It’s a pleasant, visually impressive film. All those little kids who’ve spent years pretending to be actors are all no longer little or kids and have actually learned how to act pretty decently. The most frustrating thing about the Harry Potter movies is how dang slow they progress – the first came out eight years ago, it’s been two more since the last episode and at that rate it’ll be 2013 before we get the last film. Look, 2.5 million people die in this country every year, so stretching this out may pull in an extra billion or so but it’s also unjustly depriving old people of a chance to see how this wraps up. Also, this particular episode would have been better with a cameo from Ralph Fiennes who I kept thinking would show up for some spooky foreshadowing. After the show I told Hondo what I’d really like to see, eventually, is a compressed edit of the whole series once it’s finally done. We definitely don’t need some extended version on DVD with 64 hours of footage, just a 90 minute trailer of awesomeness.
I’m currently worrying though the last few details before tomorrow’s race. Number, timing chip and gear are all set. Playlist is still somewhat in flux. Maija’s a bit confused about why CNSMHB randomly showed up this afternoon and why we proceeded to drive in a giant loop around town. Honestly it’s a little confusing to me as well and it was pretty much my idea.
I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who has been supportive of this effort over the last few months, emotionally and financially. Specifically I wanted to thank my non-anonymous donors (hondo, smhb, yjp & my old people). Some of these guys gave even when it didn’t make financial sense for them to do so, which I’m very much aware of and grateful for. Also thanks to VC for listening to me talk on and on and on about this when it’s so far out of her realm of interest. I really need to find a hobby that’ll provide fodder for more scandalous dinner table conversations. I’m open to suggestions.
I’m going to crash out here pretty quick. The race itself starts at 6am left coast time so I gotta be down there about 12 hours from now. If you’d like to cyberstalk you can here (I’m #4309).
I keep saying I don’t really know. How would I formally assess myself to answer that question? With a mini mental state examination (MMSE)? That’s more for cognitive impairment (maybe relevant post-race but less so right now). Maybe the Hamilton Anxiety Scale? Let’s give that one a shot. Mild anxiety is 18 or higher, moderate anxiety 25+, severe anxiety 30+. I scored a phat 13. So no, I’m officially not nervous. Please stop asking as you all are starting to make me nervous.
Here’s something real to shift attention to – if some loony calls in a threat against the Golden Gate Bridge and it goes to threat level orange, the marathon race course will be re-routed south along the Great Highway. I believe you’d find this information under Critical Infrastructure & Key Resources section of DHS but hell if I can find the current threat level or criteria for bumping it upward.
Tangentially relevant to the eclipse that went down this morning across China & India, here’s a fascinating history of shanghai (as a verb).
Pre-eminent among all San Francisco crimps was “Shanghai” Kelly, a red-bearded boarding master who led his profession in both success and ruthlessness. Kelly’s three-story building stretched out on pilings over a section of the bay at 33 Pacific Street and featured boardinghouse rooms, liquor, women—and trapdoors that could be reached by skiffs at high tide. Most of Kelly’s departures were handled legitimately, save for whatever fees might have been paid when the men were safely aboard ship. But when scarcities arose, he resorted to drugged liquor or opium-laced cigars, and he was said occasionally to oblige downtown clients who wanted to dispose of personal enemies.
Kelly’s fame crested in 1875, when he was engaged to supply crews for three ships, one of them with an especially bad reputation, at a time of particularly low supply. On the pretense of holding a birthday picnic aboard a chartered side-wheeler, Kelly attracted guests from the entire Embarcadero. Drinks aboard the craft were free, as promised. They were also drugged. Kelly delivered ninety men to the three vessels, assuring the captains that they would be solid hands once sobered up.
I’m half-heartedly working on moving everything I’ve put on blip.tv over to youtube & the googleplex. Why? Youtube keeps getting better with quality and embedding size options while blip doesn’t seem to be able to compete with Vimeo (mindshare-wise) for the high-end stuff anymore.
Plus, blip randomly deleted one of our 48 Hour films making me highly irritated. I’ve resurrected the last three years entries – The Most Dangerous Games, It’s OK to Be Afraid and This is Knot Love. The films before that, I don’t really know what happened to them. I’m the world’s worst archivist. Maybe someone can help me out.
I’ve been watching the Tour de France as of late, a temporary sporting fandom of convenience. The countryside is gorgeous (particularly today in Switzerland). Lance Armstrong pretty much had his hat handed to him at the end of today’s stage by Alberto Contador. After he finished 90-some seconds behind, Armstrong was quoted saying he was “happy to be his domestique”, conceding the Astana leadership to Contador. It’s curious, the internal politics bike racing. They all seem very touchy, getting pissy at other teams for actions that in any other sport are common, expected. It’s beyond strange to me that George Hincapie & co. claim vindictiveness against other teams for not letting him get the yellow jersey in stage 14. The teams he was complaining about (Astana & Garmin) pushed the peloton forward closing the gap on the breakaway group (aka, bike racing during a bike race) and yet this is somehow seen as a serious breach of protocol? Not losing by as much as your competitors would like puts you at fault? Bizarre. Can you imagine a team in a pennant race whining about already eliminated teams trying to upset them? There’s no crying in baseball.
Anyway. My real point today for bringing this up is to point out that when Armstrong ran the Boston Marathon last year he did so in less than 3 hours (2:50:58, a 6:32 split). I will not be running the San Francisco Marathon that fast. Odds are I’ll be somewhere between the 4:15 and 4:30 pace groups, trying to run a 10:00 split (roughly two minutes per mile slower than my half pace). That is my highly nebulous goal. Truth be told, I’ll be thrilled to finish vertically.
MILEAGE UPDATE: week 17 (of 18)
Three week rolling average
Today was my last (pretty short) long run pre-race. Trying to make it a bit more fun than the usual loop, I did the bridge run again. Sunny on the city side but so foggy to the north that the second tower was invisible even halfway across. Brilliant.
Still feeling kind of backwards. This week I redesigned my tumblr page. And by redesigned I mean I swapped out my slightly modified theme for a different non-modified theme, but still, it’s a vast improvement with no more css overlap issues.
I don’t care for online ads much. I’m not morally opposed per se, & am overly aware of the whole death of all newspaper thing yada yada but I’ve seen far too many fat/skinny folks bikini weight-loss ads in my yahoo sidebar to care anymore. Too many persistent Netflix pop-unders despite having being a subscriber for years. Normally, Adblock takes care of most of these for me but since I’ve been using Chrome as a secondary browser at work (with Firefox reserved as a default for SAS-generated ODS html output) I’ve been re-exposed to more flashy slippy slide-y ads than I know what to do with. That’s how Privoxy came to my attention. Privoxy is free, open source and works great to block all ads in Chrome or Firefox. I even checked it in IE, if you’re still on that kick. Highly recommended.
Also, if you’re the kind of person bothered by online privacy issues, Privoxy could be extremely useful for helping you feel more secure. Particularly so if you’ve got first hand knowledge of the kind of data being captured about you as you browse around. If you run your own site and have access to any kind of analytic tools to know how this all works, you know how easy it is to see who looks at what, when, where and so on. The fact that you’re reading this right now is likely obvious to me from my own analytic package, unless you’re running some privacy software. Installing Privoxy on your machine and pointing your browser at it will render you virtually invisible to common observational tools, blocking google analytics, statcounter and innumerable other tracking cookies. This just makes like better for everyone.
*Or at least get hurt. In honor of today’s successful launch of Endeavor, some ICD-9 external cause of injury (‘E’) codes for an assortment of spacecraft related bad days.
E840.0 Take off/landing – Spacecraft E841.0 Powered Aircraft Accident – Spacecraft E843.0 Fall in or from – Spacecraft E844.0 Aircraft accident NEC – Spacecraft E845.0 Spacecraft accident – Occupant E845.8 Spacecraft accident – Ground Crew E845.9 Spacecraft accident – Other person E928.0 Prolonged stay in weightless environment
Note there’s not a code for E842.0 which would be an unpowered spacecraft accident (some sort of space dirigible situation).
E844.0 is a bit of a catch-all, including: hit by aircraft without accident to aircraft
hit by object falling from aircraft without accident to aircraft
injury by or from machinery on aircraft without accident to aircraft
injury by or from rotating propeller without accident to aircraft
injury by or from voluntary parachute descent without accident to aircraft
poisoning by carbon monoxide from aircraft while in transit without accident to aircraft
sucked into jet without accident to aircraft
any accident involving other transport vehicle (motor) (nonmotor) due to being hit by object set in motion by aircraft (powered)
I started today’s long run quite a bit later than I should have due to Sunday afternoon nap issues. While I’m out running with the sun going down it always reminds me of the scene from the unfortunate Chronicles of Riddick where Vin Diesel runs along the surface of the prison planet (Crematoria!) fast enough to stay in the temperate zone between the freezing night side of the planet and the molten day side. You can see it with some bastardized soundtrack here, starting at about 3:20. I am not as fast as Vin Diesel, so it’s pitch black when I get back home.
So anyway, two weeks til race day. This is the first week of the three week taper down – I’m a few miles short due to poor planning yesterday but the dog and I went on a five mile walk up through the Presidio earlier today so I’m not too bothered by it.
MILEAGE UPDATE: week 16 (of 18)
Three week rolling average
I’ve stopped talking about this but we’re getting so close that I’ll link again – if any of you are interested in supporting the fundraiser I’m doing for my marathon you can find it here. The charity is a local group that sponsors running events and classes for kids, ideally to keep them from ending up in bad situations (yes, that was at 11pm, pretty much right here). From here on out I’ll match any donations to this up to my total fundraising goal (of $250).
Inspired by mapping capabilities of my new phone, I spent some time geocoding a bunch of my photographs on flickr this morning, tagging about 20% of them with location information. You can see the results on this map (though, I think if San Francisco is visible in the frame, hitting the green refresh at the bottom won’t bring up locations further afield even when you’re zoomed out). I’m sure best practice for this would be to add this information to EXIF metadata prior to uploading but it’s a little too late to think about that now. Going forward, the really right way to do this is in camera with a GPS, but that requires a really clunky hot shoe add-on like this these days. Here’s hoping the next generation SLRs will have this feature built in.
A couple of things I’ve noticed about this. First, there’s probably a quarter of my collection that doesn’t really need to be geotagged. Indoor shots of inanimate objects, random things inside my friend’s apartments aren’t really what anyone searching on a map would be looking for. I’m contemplating sticking those shots in the middle of the ocean just to get them out of my way as I work through the non-geotagged bin. Second, Yahoo Maps is really frustrating to use, it feels several generations stupider than Google Maps. It turns out to be much faster and easiest (if clunkier) to do the searching in Google in a second tab, then copy/past the address I find there into the map tab of the Flickr Organizer. Also, what’s with all the clouds? Below is what I see when I try to place my stuff from my Plymouth set. Yikes. It’s all under there somewhere, I guess. This kind of thing has come up a couple of times.
This is my pumpkin.
There are many like it, but this one is MINE.
My pumpkin is my best friend. It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My pumpkin without me is useless. Without my pumpkin, I am useless.
I must fire my pumpkin true.
I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me.
I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will…
My pumpkin and myself know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire,
the noise of our bursts, nor the smoke we make.
We know it is the hits that count. We will hit…
My pumpkin is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories,
its sights, and its barrel.
I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage.
I will keep my pumpkin clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other. We will…
Before God I swear this creed.
My pumpkin and myself are the defenders of my country.
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until there is no enemy, but PEACE.