Summer Campaigning Down and Dirty

Is it just me, or is this year's (still only summer) campaign season the dirtiest in recent memory? It's bad enough that the division between the two major political parties has become so polarized; now, within each party, the primary battles have reached a new nadir in mudslinging.

This is particularly true in my home state of Florida. For the governor's race, on the Republican side, Bill McCollum, currently the state's attorney general and an established party figure, is trailing in the polls to upstart Tea Party candidate Rick Scott. And the attacks have been frequent and severe from both sides. In the Democratic primary campaign for the Senate, Kendrick Meek and Jeff Greene are likewise slinging too much mud at each other with their ads (particularly by Greene against Meek).

I can see how the GOP candidates for governor might get a little heavy with their ads, seeing how the winner of the nomination stands a pretty good chance to win the general election against Democrat Alex Sink (who also stands a reasonable chance of winning). But neither of the Democrats for the Senate seat is remotely close in the polls to Independent (and current governor) Charlie Crist or Republican Marco Rubio. So with the Dems, the attacks are actually much worse to witness as they have assumed a very hateful, vindictive nature, reminding me a bit of Frodo and Gollum's irrational and vicious struggle for the ring at Mount Doom.

I personally like Crist and Sink for the respective races, due in large part to the fact that they are both political moderates who seem to understand that with their elections they would represent ALL of the state, not just those who share their personal political ideologies. And they do try to bring people together in consensus whenever possible (easier said than done).

Overall, this has been a very depressing election campaign season to follow. Hopefully, we can somehow get the bad feelings behind us after it is all over and work together to make a better society for ourselves.

Reality check: Sure, like hell we can!

Google Maps and Reality

The other day I checked out Google Maps to chart out a new addition to my running course as I gradually increase my mileage. My goal is to eventually have a full marathon-length course relatively close to home that doesn't involve repetition. A subdivision near Devil's Millhopper looked appealing. I noticed on my map that a long, winding road went northward from NW 53rd Avenue and eventually would deposit me quite a distance away on NW 43rd Street. Then I could run back and reconnect with my original course.

In practice, through, as I rode by bicycle through this neighborhood, I discovered that the "long and winding road" was just a cartographic fantasy. My map had connections showing between neighborhoods that simply did not exist (the connections, that is); I encountered multiple dead ends. Finally, on my disappointed way back through this subdivision, I decided to investigate one of those "dead ends", only to discover that it led into a park that didn't allow motorized traffic but did allow bicyclists (and runners) through. And that path through the park did enable me to get onto 43rd Street anyway, albeit in a different location. Cool, but my Google Map just had a street featured there.

Don't get me wrong: I am very grateful and happy in general with my "maps" feature on Google. It really is quite amazing, actually. And the maps are usually pretty accurate, especially when trying to navigate down established major roads. But sometimes that accuracy breaks down in neighborhoods and can cause some consternation on the part of the frustrated traveller!

Summer Running Mileage Milestone

Earlier today I ran 10.47 miles around my neighborhood. This is the first time that I have ever covered that distance during the summertime. And it represents an important step in my training to complete a marathon sometime this year (the sooner the better).

An important factor in today's accomplishment was a tropical low in the southern Gulf of Mexico, whose outer bands passed over Gainesville. It was breezy, the temperatures stayed in the low eighties throughout my run, and I enjoyed running at times through refreshing showers.

Blog Lull

I have once again entered a period of a lull in my blog writing, for various reasons. I'm not sure how long this will last, but I still plan to write articles from time to time. Thanks for reading!

Weekend Beach Trip

If the above pix look a little familiar to my loyal readers, it's because we stayed at the same hotel in Daytona Beach Shores that we did last year! It was a brief but enjoyable stay, highlighted by my three-mile beach run earlier today in the middle of a torrential lightning storm!

Are We Becoming a Police State?

I just finished reading a very disturbing article from the Gizmodo website revealing how ordinary citizens are being arrested, jailed, and criminally charged for videotaping their public encounters with on-duty police officers. The rationale for this persecution is a wiretapping law designed to protect people's privacy. How completely upside-down to apply it in this manner, especially when it is often the privacy of the ordinary citizen that is being threatened by the officer!

Video-taping public encounters with the police is the only sure way that a citizen has for protection against harassment or false accusations on the part of our public "protectors". Some of the cases that have occurred are being challenged in court, but the overall effect of prosecuting those who are only trying to protect their own civil rights is to intimidate people in the presence of the police and to aggravate distrust of civil authority. Not a very good way to promote law and order, in my opinion.

After all, police testimony against a defendant is still almost automatically accepted by juries. Unless, of course, the defendant can produce contradictory audio/visual evidence that clearly refutes that testimony. It seems to be a blatant violation of the US Constitution to deprive people of the right to defend themselves in the best way possible. Otherwise, if this prohibition against taping police encounters stands, police can arbitrarily trump up any kind of charge against people that they disapprove of, based on lies about them creating a "public disturbance" or "resisting a police officer".

I hope that we are NOT becoming a police state, but right now the prospects don't look so bright. This is the sort of situation that I would have expected in closed, authoritarian third world countries, not the good ol' freedom-loving, flag-waving USA!

Swim or Bowl, I Need Better Technique

Today I had planned to go swimming in the early evening hours at my nearby YMCA, but threatening thunderclouds caused me to change my plans. Instead, I went bowling with my family. Not as much of a workout, but it was a good family event and very enjoyable.

I am neither a good bowler nor a good swimmer, lacking crucial elements in my technique for each. But help is on the way! While I still thought I was going swimming, I went on the Internet and got some good pointers (and some video) on how to properly swim. Similarly, I'm looking for some good bowling tips, particularly in the area of my release of the ball to put a good rotation and "hook" into it.

Before the seventh grade, I neither swam nor bowled. But in one of the rare times of actual nurturing that I experienced at school, I had the opportunity to learn both. My swimming was deplorable and slow for many years afterward, however, with no one (including within my family) bothering to help me with my technique. Over the years, though, I did get to where I could "get around" in a reasonable span of time with my swimming. But I know I could do much better if only I improved my form. The same goes with bowling.

I'm more motivated with improving my swimming than improving my bowling. What I really want is to be able to swim distances on a comparable level with my running, without worrying too much about my times. But I do need to get my form down first.

Humidity Big Factor in Summer Running

Today, around noon, I ran my convoluted course around my home neighborhood, totaling exactly nine miles. In 90 degree weather, with the humidity hovering around 60%. I perspired a lot, but took some safety measures: I walked for about a minute every seven minutes, chugging down a little refrigerated Powerade Zero during each walking period (I finished the 20-ounce bottle by the run's end, the last drops by then being warm). After the run, I downed another cold bottle of Powerade Zero and stepped into a cold shower for several minutes, these steps helping to cool both the exterior and interior of my body. Then, I downed a large cold protein shake to further aid in my recovery.

All of those measures notwithstanding, had the humidity been, say, 10-15 % higher, I would have probably had to cut my run short of 9 miles. For once the temperature reaches a certain threshold, it is the humidity that plays a dramatically important role in my training.

In the summertime here in northern Florida, the evening temperature (without thunderstorms) usually is around the 80 degree mark, more or less. That in itself can be quite uncomfortable to run any appreciable distance in, but what's worse is that the humidity here tends to skyrocket after sunset, sometimes reaching 85-90%. I have seen many runners wait for the nighttime and they look as if they are about to have a heatstroke in the humidity and darkness!

In order to be able to properly perspire, the air has to be dry enough to bring out the sweat. High humidity has an effect of blocking perspiration, which can contribute to the body's overheating and health dangers. So I would much rather run in hotter temperatures with a relatively low humidity. Which is why I never did take to night running.

That being said, I'm not sure my loved ones know what to make of me running nine miles in 90 degree weather with the sun beating down on me!

Wife's 30-Year High School Reunion

My wife and I just came back today from attending her thirty-year high school reunion in Leesburg, Florida. I actually lived there during a seven/eight month stretch in 1987, so I was also looking forward to seeing how much the place had changed (or stayed the same). Melissa got to meet up with several old friends from her high school days, with the spirit of the event being very positive.

I heard it remarked that, for at least this graduating class reunion, the old social cliques had dissolved with a high level of friendliness cutting across the old divisions. Would that it be so in all reunions! That's probably the one thing that most stands in my way of attending one of my old high school reunions. I can't imagine people letting go of the old artificial social divisions that gave them a sense of security and/or superiority in those long bygone years.

Of course, if there are still those kinds of "subdivisions" within my own high school's graduating class ('74), then that really isn't my problem, is it? I would probably be most interested anyway in seeing how those who were my friends back then are doing now.

Being pretty much the quintessential tag-along spouse for someone else's event, I still had a rather good time at Melissa's reunion. Plus, I got to run down the streets of Leesburg, something that I had never done before (I wasn't into running back in '87). All in all, a really nice experience with some really nice folks. And that's saying a lot, since I tend to avoid using the word "nice" on this blog!

I still have frozen mental pictures of my old classmates as they were in the early 70's, although they have obviously aged just like me. Once I was able to get on a reunion website of my old high school and looked at some pictures of my old classmates, none of whom I could recognize (the fact that the pictures weren't captioned didn't help). With Melissa's reunion, I had the reverse problem: without ingrained memories, I easily accepted the present relatively aged appearance of her classmates, trying instead to guess (with difficulty) how they must have appeared during their more youthful "glory days". Well, I guess it's about time to fish out her old yearbook to find out!

My Top Three (or Four) TV Shows: Cartoons

I am suffering from a disconnect with reality, as all three of my top favorite television shows are cartoons. But is it really so unrealistic of me, considering what is really being offered out there?

First, let me say that I don't care for either The Simpsons, Family Guy, or King of the Hill. I don't know, they just rub me the wrong way, that's all (although the father character in Family Guy thoroughly cracks me up). And perhaps my favorites rub you the wrong way as well: South Park, Beavis and Butthead, and SpongeBob SquarePants.

When each of these shows first came out, I had negative impressions of them, keeping me from taking the time to watch them and let their characters settle in. And in each program, it is the strong characters who carry the show. All three are also skillfully satirical, doing so in a way that "leaves no prisoners".

SpongBob SquarePants, set on the bottom of the sea in a place called "Bikini Bottom", features the title character, a Gomer Pyle-like "innocent-but-irritating" yellow kitchen sponge, along with his friends: a stupid starfish, a skinflint crab, a supersmart tomboy squirrel (usually in a diving suit), and my favorite, a supercynical and vain octopus. I tend to root for this last character, named Squidward, and usually feel that an episode without his presence is just not up to the standards of the others.

In like fashion, I dig not only the title characters in Beavis and Butthead, two thoroughly clueless teenage boys, but also the way the show pokes merciless fun at the way schools are run, especially with regard to their teachers and administration.

The same holds for South Park, a show about fourth-graders "growing up" in the title fictional town, located somewhere in Colorado. Stan is the main character, but my favorites are the evil Eric Cartman (a rotund pal of Stan's), tag-along naive Butters, and Stan's father, who epitomizes the often ridiculous pretensions permeating adult society.

Oh, I might want to include my fourth favorite show, also a cartoon: The Adventures of Winnie the Pooh. But I'm referring to the classically-animated cartoon, not the marionette or computer-animated spinoffs (avoid these at all costs). Another show with rock-solid characters, my favorites being the fastidious Rabbit and the gloomy-but-wise Eeyore. And like B & B, The Adventures of Winnie the Pooh is no longer anywhere to be found on my TV "dial".

Nothing on TV is for real anymore, I'm afraid. Not even "reality television". Not even much of the news, for the large part (especially on Fox). So if you don't mind, I'll stick with Beavis and Butthead on DVD (it is no longer aired), South Park, and SpongeBob. And maybe it's time for me to begin amassing my Winnie the Pooh collection as well.

The Never Done Before Day (Or Week)

I am suffering from an imagination deficit. The thought occurred to me that it would be cool if I were to do or experience at least one completely new thing each day and keep a personal record of my journey. But as I go through my routines, I find few opportunities around me to accomplish this, other than trying out variations on what I am already doing.

For example, I tend to sit at coffee shops. Why not try the Latin Cafe, which probably serves Cuban coffee? Or maybe a similar place elsewhere that enables me to sit and study without spending too much money at a time? But would this really qualify as a new experience?

I could do something like rollerskating, skateboard, skydiving, or rock climbing. There, that takes care of four days! Ultimately, it seems that in the final analysis that I would indeed have to include variations on what I already do.

For example, take dancing, which I just don't do. There are many different types of dancing and dabbling in each would constitute a "new" activity. Visiting different parks and attractions could also constitute different activities. Volunteer projects abound, and each could count as something different to do.

Still, it might be a bit too much to pressure myself to do something different every day. Better maybe to extend the span to each week, enabling me to plan better and to enjoy more substantial experiences.

It seems to me that there are three kinds of "new" activities. The first is what I would call "initiative", i.e. something that I truly haven't done before that will build upon itself as I subsequently engage in it again and again, growing in the process. My earlier examples are largely within this group. The second is "transformational", meaning it may be an activity I had been doing but I take it to a brand-new level of engagement and achievement. And the third is "punctuated": an activity that is new but is more experiential than accomplishment-oriented (e.g. visiting places like NYC).

What I will do is just write down on a blank paper all of the things and places I want to do and visit. And make some plans!

Religious Huddling From the Big Bad World

For a religion as predominant in our American culture as evangelical Christianity, it astounds me how its adherents go to great pains to characterize themselves as being persecuted. But then again, that shouldn't come as a surprise; they probably don't want to recognize the many centuries of Christian persecution of others, instead blindly reverting to "first-century" Christianity as a blueprint for their worldview.

The New Testament clearly paints a picture of persecuted Christians, either from the ruling pagan Romans or the Jewish religious ruling class in Judea. In order to escape arrest, they would secretly meet in believers' homes or in hidden underground locations. The meetings were a kind of "huddling", within which participants could discuss their various attempts to withstand the pressures of the evil outside world to make them renounce their faith. I have to admit to a degree of admiration for these brave early believers.

But it is nothing short of comical to attend family groups of evangelical Christians nowadays and hear people sit around in in elegant living rooms throwing out the same spiel about being persecuted. What they are really saying is that they don't want to have to see or hear anything in the so-called "outside world" that contradicts their religious dogma. So "secular" music, television, and movies are somehow persecuting them by existing. Even science (like evolutionary biology and cosmology) is a threat; hence a whole new branch of religious apologetics called "creation science". And if our democracy puts into office politicians whose priorities don't include discriminating against groups of people evangelicals disapprove of (like gays), then oh, how they are so persecuted!

Today's Evangelical Christianity Gnostic

I remember seeing in the backs of magazines advertisements for books revealing the secrets of certain special, closed societies that have reputedly been around for centuries. Secrets that told of principles for health, prosperity, and even supernatural powers...including the ability to live forever. This idea that there is a secret formula, hidden from most of the world, leading its practitioners to a better life apart from the rest, is the embodiment of a religious philosophy called "gnosticism". It was recently expressed in the Matrix movie trilogy with those escaping the false world of the Matrix (representing what we would call "reality") discovering the truth that set them free from the control of forces detrimental to humanity (the "machines"). The transformational moment came quickly ( by swallowing the "red" pill) and was irreversible. But away from the cinema, we don't need science fiction or secret societies to discover gnosticism: it surrounds us in our culturally powerful religion of evangelical Christianity.

You see, the key to "success" within evangelical Christianity is not to do good deeds or live a moral life. According to the "rules", it is to have passed through an irreversible barrier by at least once having sincerely recognized one's sinful nature and prayed for Jesus to enter one's life and grant eternal life. This is called "salvation" and once obtained, cannot be lost, no matter how dissolutely the saved individual subsequently lives. So we continually read news reports about professed Christians getting into the same criminal trouble as non-Christians. The divorce rate is as high among the evangelical community as it is among the "lost". But you see, that isn't the important thing. The important thing is that the special formula was worked out successfully at a moment in time, somehow obligating God to bestow eternal life and escape from hell on the transformed individual.

There is a reason, I believe, why kingdoms and empires during the first few centuries of Christianity worked hard to eradicate gnosticism and brand it a heresy. For a ruler who proclaimed himself a Christian would essentially decree that his people were consequently Christian, with their eternal fate linked to their loyalty to him and good conduct on this earth during their mortal lives. The idea that people could bypass their obligations to their political leaders with a few catch-phrases, a heartfelt prayer, and (with some a necessity) a dunking in water, seemed bogus.

Well, when I first heard of the salvation method being pushed in evangelical Christianity in 1967, it seemed pretty bogus to me as well. That's because it was presented (and still is) as a formula that needs to be sincerely practiced at a moment in time to work. This is similar to the function of a key, and in the Matrix series the symbolism of keys plays strongly in their gnostic story line. The salvation formula in evangelical Christianity isn't a big secret, but it nevertheless resembles gnosticism in that it IS a formula that purports to drastically and permanently change the nature of one's life (and afterlife). It also sharply separates, in the eyes of the initiates, themselves from those living in the "outside" world.

List Madness: I Rank Led Zeppelin's Songs

I like lists of all kinds. Perhaps the favorite is my own personal list of favorites. To that end, I will sometimes take a break from writing and just put out a "favorites" list. And today: my rating of Led Zeppelin songs, from top to bottom.

Making a list like this is problematic, since such a list is bound to change from time to time. But for general purposes, here is my list of studio Zep recordings according to my liking (with some of the titles probably imprecise). I indicated each song's album, abbreviated in the following manner: Led Zeppelin "I" (eponymous), II, III,and "IV" (untitled) are self-evident. Houses of the Holy: HH, Physical Graffiti: PG, Presence: P, In Throught the Out Door: ITOD, and Coda: C.

Here's my list:

1 When the Levee Breaks [IV]
2 Misty Mountain Hop [IV]
3 Dazed and Confused [I]
4 Over the Hills and Far Away [HH]
5 Friends [III]
6 Going to California [IV]
7 Stairway to Heaven [IV]
8 No Quarter [HH]
9 In the Evening [ITOD]
10 Ramble On [II]
11 Bron-Yr-Aur [PG]
12 Four Sticks [IV]
13 The Crunge [HH]
14 The Song Remains the Same [HH]
15 Hey Hey What Can I Do [Box Set]
16 Your Time is Gonna Come [I]
17 Wearing and Tearing [Coda]
18 Bron-Y-Aur Stomp [III]
19 Gallows Pole [III]
20 Kashmir [PG]
21 Bring It On Home [II]
22 Poor Tom [C]
23 Dancing Days [HH]
24 Black Mountain Side [I]
25 Living Loving Maid [II]
26 Battle of Evermore [IV]
27 Candy Store Rock [P]
28 Ten Years Gone [PG]
29 The Ocean [HH]
30 Travelling Riverside Blues [Box Set]
31 Achilles' Last Stand [P]
32 How Many More Times [I]
33 Rain Song [HH]
34 Rock n' Roll [IV]
35 Black Country Woman [PG]
36 Wanton Song [PG]
37 Heartbreaker [II]
38 Hats Off to Roy Harper [III]
39 Carouselambra [ITOD]
40 Royal Orleans [P]
41 In the Light [PG]
42 Houses of the Holy [PG]
43 That's the Way [III]
44 Communication Breakdown [I]
45 South Bound Saurez [ITOD]
46 All My Love [ITOD]
47 Since I've Been Loving You [III]
48 Nobody's Fault But Mine [P]
49 Trampled Under Foot [PG]
50 D'Yer Maker [HH]
51 Immigrant Song [III]
52 Sick Again [PG]
53 I'm Gonna Crawl [ITOD]
54 Hots On for Nowhere [P]
55 Celebration Day [III]
56 What Is and What Should Never Be [II]
57 Ozone Baby [C]
58 Tea for One [P]
59 Out on the Tiles [III]
60 We're Gonna Groove [C]
61 Boogie With Stu [PG]
62 In My Time of Dying [PG]
63 Tangerine [III]
64 Custard Pie [PG]
65 Thank You [II]
66 Lemon Song [II]
67 Good Times Bad Times [I]
68 Black Dog [IV]
69 Walter's Walk [C]
70 Bonzo's Montreux [C]
71 You Shook Me [I]
72 Down By the Seaside [PG]
73 Moby Dick [II]
74 Baby Come On Home [released 1996]
75 The Rover [PG]
76 I Can't Quit You Baby [I,C]
77 Night Flight [PG]
78 Whole Lotta Love [II]
79 Babe I'm Gonna Leave You [I]
80 Fool in the Rain [ITOD]
81 For Your Life [P]
82 Darlene [C]
83 Hot Dog [ITOD] (actually much worse than #83, more like #999,999)

Five Guys and a Duck

A few weeks ago, while in Jacksonville to drop my son off at college, I stopped off with my family at a popular new fast food chain that he recommended: Five Guys.

Five Guys claims to make better hamburgers than other chains, and apparently a lot of people agree with them. A restaurant just recently opened in southwest Gainesville on Archer Road, with such an instant following that people trying to find parking in adjacent lots have come back to their cars finding them booted (Gainesville parking badly sucks, as I have written previously). Well, I have my own experience about Five Guys.

The Five Guys we went to in Jacksonville was located in Town Center, site of many stores and restaurants. Inside, it was very noisy with poor seating. We decided we would take our food outside where there was more room. But the noise level was still high, with their oldies rock music blaring at us wherever we went. The prices were much higher than McDonald's or Burger King but lower than sit-in places like Chili's or TGIF. But I wasn't at all impressed with the burgers and thought that their fries were actually quite lousy.

I resented paying five bucks for a hamburger that I could have gotten for less than half the price at other places. At least in a sit-in restaurant, someone seats you and you can relax, appreciate the surroundings, and have others serve you. That merits the higher tab at the end. But we had to wait at Five Guys for our high-priced order standing there just like we would at Mac or BK. And their menu was pretty much limited to burgers and fries, with few other choices.

Trying to find something positive out of the experience while sitting there wolfing down my lunch, I noticed a little brown duck waddle through an opening and begin to cover the floor around the outdoor diners, looking for scraps. It was quite tame, as newly seated customers would attract its attention and it would make its way over to them. I kept looking back at that opening to see if more ducks would enter, but this guy apparently had his own personal territory marked out!

Unfortunately, the Five Guys in Gainesville doesn't have their own resident duck to entertain the suckers--I mean customers-- who patronize them. I wonder whether this fad will wear off, or whether other people really do have a different sense as to what tastes good and what constitutes a good dining experience.

MLB Standings at This Stage

I am interested in how the major league baseball standings are unfolding this year. I suppose that, at this late date in July, this would be a good time to assess where we are, especially regarding those teams I tend to follow and root for.

In the American League East, the defending World Series champions New York Yankees have a 3-game lead over the Tampa Bay Rays, with Boston still in the playoff hunt 7.5 back. Tampa Bay, although in 2nd place, does enjoy a 7-game margin over the other 2nd place teams in the league for the final wild-card playoff position. In the Central division, there is an interesting 3-way struggle for the lead going on between the currently-leading Chicago White Sox ("my" team here), the Detroit Tigers, and the Minnesota Twins (last year's divisional champions). In the West, Texas is 6 games ahead of the Los Angeles Angels.

Looking at the National League East, my Atlanta Braves are surprising everyone by enjoying a 7-game lead over the NY Mets and Philly, along with the best record in the league. The Florida Marlins are experiencing a difficult season, languishing in 5th place at 47-48 (although they are showing signs of a surge). The Central division is a two-team contest between the Cincinnati Reds and the St. Louis Cardinals with the latter enjoying a narrow 1.5 game lead due to a recent 8-game winning streak. The West has San Diego surprisingly in front, with San Francisco, Colorado, and the disappointing Los Angeles Dodgers still in the race.

For the rest of the season, I see the standings pretty much holding to the way they are now. I'd like to see the Chicago White Sox hold on to win their division, but I suspect that Minnesota will pull ahead at the end. St. Louis should put some distance between themselves and Cincinnati, while anyone could win in the West.

I may do this a month from now to see where things stand.

Communicating Means Listening, Too

The pastor at the church I attend has quite a gift with public speaking. His sermons are at the same time witty and profound, balancing well the religious message he is trying to convey with his personal life experiences. A lot of times I come out of there saying that he did a great job of communicating what he was trying to express. But not too long ago, I had a personal experience with him that gave me pause for reflection.

This pastor, who is about my age, had decided to train to run in the Sarasota Half-Marathon that was held in March earlier this year. He and an associate pastor in the church were quite public about what they were going to do (neither had run a half-marathon before), and the a.p. actually incorporated it into one of his own sermons. Well, I had thought at first that the half-marathon that they were going to run in would naturally be the LifeSouth Five Points race held right here in Gainesville on February 14. A race, incidentally that I had trained to run (and did). So when that day came and went without any sign of my two religious acquaintances, I wondered whether they might have skipped out. But no, they had decided to run in Sarasota instead. Fine, I thought, maybe I'll have the chance to "compare notes" about our experiences someday.

When that day came, it was after church and the pastor walked out and, noticing me standing there with my two children, walked over to warmly greet me. That's when I brought up his half-marathon race and asked him how it went for him. But he was very terse and quickly let himself be distracted by someone else. In mid-conversation. I was left feeling like someone who had just been insulted. And then it hit me.

If you know you have a more-or-less captive audience for a specific block of time (like with Sunday sermons), then you can plan elaborately textured speeches that leave the listeners impressed with your abilities. But most of the time, you are in informal situations where it can be a struggle to hold someone's attention for more than just a few seconds. It is not your fault that people don't have the courtesy or attention span to hear out your ideas; it is more due to their bad habits as poor, selfish, and inattentive listeners. In that stunted after-church "conversation" with the pastor, his discourteous behavior cast a shadow on the subsequent times I sat through his sermons; if he won't listen to me for a couple of minutes, why does he think I should listen at all to him?

So from now on, when I hear that someone is a great "communicator", I understand that this usually means that they have a good speaking delivery and methodology. But to truly warrant that kind of praise, the great speaker also needs to be a great listener. And I have discovered that, in spite of the relative scarcity of good speakers, there are even fewer good listeners, my proud running pastor included.

Major Story: Lohan in the Slammer, 2A

I have my Gainesville Sun delivered to me every morning, between 6 and 7. It comes rolled up in a plastic wrapper, landing in my driveway behind my car. This morning Melissa got up before me and brought the paper up to the front door before she left for errands. I got up, dressed, and set out for my nearest Starbucks to try to conjure up something for a blog article. I picked up the paper as I stepped out, hoping that today there would be something of interest to write about. When I arrived at Starbucks, I bought my usual tall "bold" roast coffee, pulled my still-wrapped Gainesville Sun out of my backpack along with my AlphaSmart word processor, and glanced at the headline on the upper-left corner of the front page. I may not take the paper out of the wrapper after all.

This is the news headline I saw: "Lindsay Lohan Begins Serving Sentence, 2A". Newspaper. News. Paper. O.K., I get the paper part, I put it down on the floor and my dog understands that as well. But news? Who is Lindsay Lohan? An actress, though not a very prominent one anymore, who for years has gotten herself into one legal predicament after another. I'm sorry that she's going to jail now. But does that rate as a news headline? NEWS??!!

.....Oh what the heck, I took the plunge and pulled the paper out of the plastic and opened it. Sure enough, on page 2, was a long article about Lindsay Lohan's ordeals. On the next page was a shorter article reporting that the jobless-benefits bill had advanced through the Senate, with the Democrats managing to break a GOP filibuster. Thumbing through to page 7, I discovered that Elena Kagan passed the Senate Judiciary Committee's vote on her nomination 13-6 (my Republican pal Lindsay Graham of South Carolina displaying his customary classy deference to tradition and voting "aye"), with the final debate and vote to go through to the Senate floor. Neither the jobless-benefits bill nor Kagan's committee vote had any front-page indicators. Nor did the lengthy, important article on 5A with the title "British PM says BP not behind bomber's release". Or how about the informative and interesting analysis in the adjacent article about how China has surpassed the U.S. as the world's largest energy consumer?

I suppose I should be happy that the Gainesville Sun at least did have the relevant news articles somewhere in their paper. And perhaps it isn't all their fault that they thought Lindsay Lohan might mean more to people at large than jobless benefits or a new Supreme Court Justice. Because, sadly, with people at large, the Sun probably sized up the situation correctly.

Foreign Language Geniuses

The acquisition of language is truly a remarkable phenomenon and is one of the main traits that set humanity apart from the rest of the animal kingdom. We tend to take our native language for granted, but encounter a wall of incomprehension when confronted with someone speaking a different language. When I hear someone rattling off in any other tongue than English, he or she seems like an incredible genius. The effect becomes very bizarre when I am watching a TV show and the "geniuses" are displaying behaviors that are anything but intelligent. My primary source of this on TV is my Spanish-language station Univision.

Univision has a good variety of programming on it, and I am glad that my local cable TV company chose to include it on their channel lineup. I tend to watch their morning show Despierta America and their late night news broadcast, usually still on the air when I get home from work. They also have campy comedy shows, reality/talk shows resembling Oprah Winfrey and Maury Povich, and many novelas (soap operas). It is in these genres of programming where I find the "genius bubble" frequently popping!

The final straw came recently when I was watching commercials and a Rosetta Stone ad came on, in Spanish of course. Genius after genius came on the commercial (speaking fluent native Spanish) relating what a great program of language instruction Rosetta Stone had been for them. Finally, they revealed the great product that most of those applauding this company were talking about: Rosetta Stone English! Suddenly I got real smug (for a few seconds at least) and reminded myself that to many I was the one who seemed like a genius. At least until people actually learned English and understood what I was saying!

I Support the Muslim Center Near WTC

I keep hearing of this mosque that will supposedly be built on the World Trade Center site. Those bringing this to the forefront of attention usually are vehemently opposed and even outraged, claiming that since it was Muslims who committed the acts bringing down the World Trade Center buildings on 9/11, Islam itself is responsible with its presence somehow desecrating the "sacred" site where so many died.

Well, it's true that God has been conveniently used by different parties throughout history to justify their atrocities, whatever religion their usurped "God" happened to be fronting. But the proposed mosque and Muslim cultural center will neither be on the World Trade Center site nor on public land. It will go on private property nearby. And as far as I know, we still live in a country that does not establish a state religion. Nor does it favor one religion over another, or least it isn't supposed to!

If the Muslim center is prevented from being established in its proposed Lower Manhattan location, then we need to go across our country and uproot the myriad Christian churches that had been built on the heels of ethnic cleansing of native Americans during the 18th and 19th centuries. Otherwise, let's show some social maturity and celebrate the spirit of diversity and tolerance that is the true antidote for the narrow-minded and intolerant mindset that beset the 9/11 terrorists and led to their unspeakable acts of inhumanity.

Not surprisingly, Sarah Palin, who seems determined to demagogue any issue that she feels she can gain political leverage out of, has come down strongly against the mosque being built. Palin, who quit her one position of elected government responsibility in Alaska to go to other parts of the country and tell others how to run their own business, has managed to get Zondervan, a Christian publisher, to publish and promote her memoirs. Christian bookstore chains prominently stock and advertise her political book Going Rogue. Palin is part of the "Christians are of God and are the good guys, Muslims are of the devil and are the bad guys" simplistic worldview that appeals to so many in the Christian right. The 9/11 terrorists, for their part, were part of the group saying "Muslims are of God and are the good guys, Christians are of the devil and are the bad guys". I don't know about you, but there is too much similarity between the two for me to feel comfortable following "Sister Sarah"!

Running Race Doldrums

I had the opportunity yesterday to run a 5K race in scenic and historic St. Augustine, one of my favorite cities in Florida. Instead, I decided to pass it by, having come up with some new parameters regarding my participation in races.

Having repeatedly endured unpleasant starts to previous 5K (3.1 miles) races because of other runners pushing ahead and blocking me from establishing any kind of reasonable early pace, I have decided to avoid this short type of race and instead have established 5 miles as the absolute minimum distance that I will run in a public race. And I'm not so keen at 5 miles either. Secondly, I have decided to ALWAYS avoid the tedious and drawn-out awards ceremony after races as they are almost always held too long after the race. And I will rely on my own timing to clock myself, having seen in three of the last four races either no timing done on the part of the race's organizers, no times posted, or the wrong times posted.

Yes, I will henceforth tailor my participation in running races to my own standards and make events work for me. I may even decide, after a race's finish, to just keep on running for a longer workout!

I e-mailed a letter to my Florida Track Club (I say "my" even though they readily deposited my entry check by July 8 but have yet to acknowledge my membership, even with my e-mail address provided on the application form) about their mishandled timing on their July 4 Melon Run. In reply I got a sickly sweet runaround e-mail letter written by a member who took great pains to let me know he was a "doctor" (as if that had ANYTHING to do with my question). Still nothing was ever done to correct the erroneous times, so I can only presume that this is a do-nothing good-ol' boy kind of club existing just to puff up certain of its members' egos. I didn't shell out very much money to join, so I'll just chalk it all up to a "live-and-learn" type of personal experience and move on.

When They're Not Playing the Gators...

I am rooting for the home team University of Florida Gators once again this year in football. I hope they go far with their very talented junior quarterback John Brantley. But within their same division is another school for which I feel a great amount of sympathy: the Tennessee Volunteers.

Last year, with The Twerp and his father coaching their team (for what turned out to be their ONE year of coaching the team), the Vols floundered amid losses and controversy regarding said Twerp's repeated verbal gaffes. Only I don't think HE ever thought they were gaffes. Many of them were directed at instigating hostility between Tennessee and Florida, and to that extent he was successful. Under Tennessee's previous coach Phillip Fulmer, who is a soft-spoken, dignified, and respectful man, I had grown to admire their program. Visiting Knoxville on occasion and seeing how much I liked it there didn't hurt, either.

Well, now The Twerp and his father have gone back to their old school, Southern Cal, to coach and possibly serve as scapegoats for that school's severe punishment for recent severe NCAA violations. The nature of his sudden abandonment of UT after he had pledged to build the program back up as a national contender left many Volunteer fans feeling deservedly betrayed. But they ended up with a better man after it was all over. Tennessee's new coach is Derek Dooley, a man who more accurately reflects their tradition of leaders like Coach Fulmer. I'm back on board with them, but not when they're playing the Gators!

Incidentally, in case you didn't know it, The Twerp also goes by the name of "Lane Kiffin".

Blog in a Lull

It looks like I've entered a period of time in which I am not keeping up with this blog as I would like. I'm sure this is only temporary; before you know it, I'll be churning out article after incredibly important article! But for now, I am at a loss for words.

Actually, there are a lot of topics I have lined up to explore. I just haven't found the time to explore them.

Give Skateboarders a Break

I recently bought a copy of the skateboarding magazine Thrasher after perusing it at the Jacksonville Barnes & Nobles (currently my favorite bookstore). It gives an interesting insight into the culture and mindset surrounding this activity, an insight that is a little disturbing but justified.

Skateboarders tend to be anti-establishment, and for a good reason: they are continually being harassed, even arrested, by local police who use local, state, and even federal laws that severely restrict skateboarding practically everywhere to pick on those whose appearance or lifestyle they don't happen to like. I've said it before: People need to be careful about pushing their own pet legislative agendas through to enactment because this often just increases the power of the police to selectively enforce those laws. According to the article "By the Time I Get to Arizona", appearing in the July 2010 issue of Thrasher, skateboarders entering Arizona for a sanctioned contest were repeatedly intimidated and even arrested by the police there.

In my own state of Florida, it is technically illegal to ride on a skateboard without a license. The federal government has reportedly passed legislation that both absolves property owners of any liability caused by skateboarders injured on their property and prohibits any skateboarding activity on any public property unless specifically authorized for that purpose. Guess what? That pretty much eliminates public streets, sidewalks, and bike paths. So kiss good-bye the idea of anyone legally riding a skateboard as a legitimate means of transportation (I've observed many ride skateboards to get around, and quite skillfully and fast). Unless of course one wants to "flout the law" and ride on anyway, giving our fabled public protectors the right to stop and harass them according to their own whims and prejudices.

I've grown a chip on my shoulder on behalf of skateboarders and I haven't even ridden a skateboard once. But sometimes, late at night I think I can hear that old board of my daughter's softly calling out from the garage, "C'mon, here I am, throw caution to the wind and take me for a spin; you know you want to"!

Running Progress Continues

As I continue to run in the midst of temperatures climbing into the nineties, I am discovering that I am becoming acclimated to the new challenges raised by the heat and humidity. I thank Jeff Galloway's "walk/run" system for much of my progress. I also carry Powerade Zero with me on my runs and chug down a gulp during each walking period. I also generally give myself a day to recuperate from training runs, choosing to either do upper-body workouts, work in the yard, or just take the day off. The results have been very encouraging so far.

On runs of any length, even those of more than 8 miles, I fail to discern any kind of leg or foot pain, something that was always a factor when I trained for the half-marathon earlier this year. My times have also improved to the point where, even with my walking breaks included, I am achieved times on the same level as when I would run straight through the same distance without walking. At this rate, I will be able to try to gradually increase the distance of my training runs, even in the midst of sweltering summer heat. Something that just a few weeks ago I would have thought to be impossible.

Later this year, I am planning to run at least one marathon: in Jacksonville on Sunday, December 19. But if the opportunity avails itself, I'd like to be able to run one or two more before that takes place. This, however, depends on me getting off from work on days which don't seem available right now. Early next year, there are several marathons offered here in Florida. I am definitely planning to run in the LifeSouth Five Points Marathon in February here in Gainesville and might venture in January down to Disney World to participate in their annual exercise in mass mob running. Just to see if I can avoid being trampled!

Right now, at this very moment, I feel confident that I could complete a 26.2 mile marathon. But someone would need to supply air and hotel fare for me to travel up north or out west where the only races are currently being held. Oh, and a little extra time off from work would help, too!

I Go With Holland in World Cup Final

Let me quickly get this in before it's too late.

The World Cup (excuse me, the "FIFA" World Cup, whatever the hell that is) has reached its final game, to be played tomorrow afternoon Eastern Time. The Netherlands and Spain, pre-tournament favorites, are the finalists. And this time there is no clear favorite. My own family is split on whom to root for: my daughter wants Spain and I'm pulling for Holland. I don't think the rest of my family could care less who wins, revealing naturally that they are more in tune with the pulse of American public opinion in general.

It's a lot more fun watching a game when you have people in the same room pulling for opposite sides. A couple of years ago, Rebecca and I did this watching the Super Bowl matchup between Pittsburgh and Arizona (she got the last laugh when the Steelers pulled it out). Last year's wasn't the same, as we both rooted for the New Orleans Saints. And now it's soccer time! [Oops, I mean "FIFA" soccer time]. Truth is, neither of us knows much about either team playing in the final. We made our choices somewhat arbitrarily, but in the thick of the game one's reasons for team allegiance get lost in the fervor anyway.

Hunker-Down Season Upon Us

In an Associated Press article appearing in the Gainesville Sun today, the federal Climate Prediction Center has affirmed predictions of a very active hurricane season this year by reporting on the observed emergence of a La Niña pattern. La Niña, which involves relatively cool waters in the Pacific, tends to spur develop of Atlantic hurricanes without the wind shear that helps to control their number and intensity. The result: seasons like 1995, 2004, and 2005. Add 2010 to that list and "hunker down"!

For Floridians, 2004 and 2005 were monster hurricane seasons. For us in Gainesville, 2004, with its triple threats of hurricanes Charley, Frances, and Jean, were a sign of things to come. Ivan, although not a threat to us, did crash into the Florida panhandle and caused a lot of damage. And 2005, with megastorms Katrina, Rita, and Wilma, only bore that notion out (not to mention that the named storms for that year wore out the traditional alphabet and went all the way to zeta in the Greek alphabet).

This year I predict we may not make it all the way through to "Zeta" or even "Z", but we will have some exciting and even scary times to contend with. Especially come August, September, and October. Not just for Florida, either. And not just for states bordering the Gulf of Mexico or the Atlantic Ocean. I mean the entire eastern part of the United States.

LeBron James and His Oh-So-Important Decision

So this evening on ESPN, after weeks of unwarranted hype and excessive analysis and speculation, one of the National Basketball Association's all-time talents (and prima donnas), LeBron James, will reveal the team he has decided to bestow his grand presence on. James has been on the Cleveland Cavaliers and led them to great seasons recently, but never has been able to capture the league title. As if he were entitled to it. So the whole buzz around the sports media has been to guess how James will get other teams to assemble a lineup that will accommodate his championship hopes.

I don't know why LeBron James should feel "entitled" to an NBA championship. As talented as he is, James suffers from poor sportsmanship (refusing to congratulate Orlando Magic players after their 2009 playoff victory over his Cavaliers) as well as the bad habit of not giving it his all every time he goes out on the court. Had he put out a consistent effort in Cleveland's losing playoff series this year against the Boston Celtics, I have no doubt that he would have gotten his title shot against the Los Angeles Lakers.

LeBron James will most likely either go to New York or stay in Cleveland. Miami and Chicago have also been mentioned as possible destinations. If he truly does want to be on a championship team, then James needs a supporting cast of players that will help compensate for his own shortcomings (which he probably doesn't even recognize). To that end, Chicago or Miami would be better choices.

Whichever team he chooses, it will be nice to have LeBron James finally out of the sports headlines. My personal choice would be for him to pick the most obscure team, in the most obscure league, and in the most obscure location on the planet!

Enjoying Riding the Hurricane

My recent trip to Hollywood in south Florida gave me the opportunity to reacquaint myself with a pleasurable experience I have been lacking of late: the theme park thrill ride. In this case, the park was Boomer's in Dania and the ride was the Dania Beach Hurricane wooden roller coaster.

Boomer's, strictly speaking, isn't really a theme park; at least it isn't in the class of a Busch Gardens, Sea World, or Universal. As a matter of fact, the Hurricane is the only thrill ride they have. But to me it is enough, comparing favorably with Dollywood's Thunderhead coaster as my favorite wooden roller coaster so far. What I like the most about the Hurricane, besides its length, are the numerous times of "lift" caused by going over hills in the course.

I am still confounded by the fact that the Dania Beach Hurricane is the only roller coaster in the entire south Florida area, including Miami, Fort Lauderdale, and West Palm Beach. For an area that touts itself as a vacationland and depends heavily on tourism, why hasn't a Six Flags been built there? Go figure. But even that is not as confounding as the fact that not many people down there seem interested in riding the one coaster there. I invite Boomer's to relocate here in Gainesville, with the outstanding Dania Beach Hurricane of course. But they'd have to rename it to something appropriate to my home town. How about the "Gainesville Road Work Adventure"?

Interstate, Denny's, South Florida

When I drove to Hollywood from Gainesville last week, I hit the Turnpike for a while. Then I decided to switch over at Orlando to I-95 and "free-way" it the rest of the trip. Although I-95 wasn't all that bad, the drive down Colonial Drive in Orlando was a monumental blunder. Endless sprawl and traffic, even on a Sunday evening---ugh!

I was very relieved to finally reach I-95, the interstate highway running along the Florida peninsula's eastern side to Miami (I-75 runs down the western side). I was tired and hungry as well, so I stopped off at the Denny's restaurant just off the Indiatlantic exit in Brevard County. My experience there was so pleasant, with the service, food, and price, that I ended up going to three other Denny's during my round trip. The first time (at the Indiatlantic exit) I order the (pictured) $4 breakfast. Next, at West Palm Beach, I just got a coffee (that Denny's was my least favorite; the coffee tasted old--like Starbucks always tastes-- but I wasn't in the mood to argue about it). Then, while I was in Hollywood I went out at 2:30 in the morning to the Denny's on University Drive, eating their $4 endless stack of pancakes. Finally, on my way back home I stopped off just south of Fort Myers and had a variation of my first meal, substituting sausage for bacon. I liked the friendly attitude of the people working at these restaurants. Maybe it was Denny's; maybe I was just lucky.

As you read this pretty insignificant article, you may have picked up on the fact that on the return trip I stopped off around Fort Myers. On the WEST side of Florida. Yes, I decided to try I-75 back to Gainesville. Actually, it was the first time I had ever traveled down this stretch of I-75 south of Tampa. And I must say that it was quite a pleasant experience, very different from I-95. No endless sprawl of urban traffic to contend with, even as the route passed by Fort Myers, Sarasota, and Tampa. All of the times during my teenage years in the 70's hearing classmates talking about speeding through Alligator Alley (which runs across the Everglades, specifically the Big Cypress Swamp) made me want to travel it, but I never got around to seeing for myself until just now. Now, in 2010, I saw nothing resembling the 100+ mph daredevils my classmates described. Rather, if anything, the traffic was pretty slow.

Yes, from now on I will be traveling I-75 to and from south Florida.

My Melon Run Experience

Yesterday I ran in the three-mile Melon Run, sponsored by the Florida Track Club and held here in Gainesville in the Westside Park vicinity. I enjoyed some of the run, but much of it was an exercise in futility.

Like every other race I have participated in, I was crowded out by aggressive, usually slower runners in the crowded pack at the race's start (even though I had lined up ahead of them). This cost me precious time as I tried to find openings around these runners, whose pushiness this way makes no sense to me. Most of us have a general sense of how fast we are going to run. The slower runners should understand that they are only creating traffic logjams by pushing to the front at the beginning (much like a slow driver insisting on occupying the left "fast" lane on the Interstate).

I spent the rest of the race catching up with and passing other runners, most of whom I should have been ahead of in the first place. At the very end, some hotshot popular elder runner, whose name bystanders were cheering (while ignoring me) pushed past me to the finish. Other than him, it was a typical pattern of me falling hopelessly behind pushy, slow runners at the race's start and then playing catchup and passing others the rest of the way. I finished with a time of 23:04. I probably would have had a 22:30 time or better had I been allowed to run without interference.

Also, unfortunately, the officially posted times were off, since the Florida Track Club uses an antiquated system that matches times with racing finish order. If there is any glitch along the line, than each runner is given the time of the runner ahead or behind him (or her). I was given the erroneous time of 23:15. They should institute the use of computer-chip timing and ditch the present flawed system.

For this race at least, I decided to wait for the awards ceremony. Bad decision. I had to wait an hour and a half, just standing around with the other runners. I tried to make conversation with some, but for the most part they were tightly corralled into their own private circles of family and friends. I felt almost like an unwelcome stranger, here in my home town of 33 years!

The race's organizers, the Florida Track Club, had an irritating manner of being very warm and encouraging to their select group of "buddies" while displaying a rather strict formality to "outsiders" (like 33-year resident "me"). Equally irritating was during the awards ceremony when the presenter would take great pains to recognize UF professors by calling them "doctor" so-and-so. For crying out loud, we only ran a fun race. Am I expected to kiss up to these people all of the time?

You might think that I am down on the Florida Track Club and Gainesville races. But I just sent the FTC my membership application and one year's dues. Maybe by becoming a part of the picture, I can exert a positive influence on running here in Gainesville, especially towards the aim of eliminating the kind of cliquish behavior I perceive going on. We'll see. In any event, I ran my July public race. I can't wait to resume running in longer events. Events timed by computer chips!

Oh by the way, this time I did carry my little digital camera with me for the race. Not much to show, but hey, it was my first venture into "running tourism"! The blurry picture was due to me trying to photograph while running, not a good idea.

Obama Deserves Respect as Country's President

It has disturbed me seeing how many currently in opposition to President Obama have spewed what is essentially a message of hatred toward this gentle, public-minded man who has consistently conducted himself with a degree of grace and dignity that is truly remarkable. The critics who bother me the most are those who claim that Obama's election was illegitimate, that he either was born outside of the U.S. or that something in the process itself unfairly manipulated people into voting for him.

I had heard the same sort of stuff about George W. Bush, with the notion that he had been able to unfairly manipulate the process to claim two close election victories in 2000 and 2004. And that those who voted for his reelection in 2004 were somehow flimflammed into doing so.

What nonsense. In both 2000 and 2004, both Republicans and Democrats did whatever they could to influence the election outcome, including the intense no-holds-barred legal struggles in Florida following the 2000 election. I remember listening to Air America in 2006, hearing program hosts regularly claiming that Bush stole both the 2000 and 2004 elections.

I always recognized the election results of 2000, 2004, and 2008. When Bush was president, he was MY president as well as president of those who voted for him. And while he pursued a political agenda that I often disagreed with (often very strongly), I felt then and feel now that he understood that he, too, was everyone's president, not just his supporters'. In the same vein I feel that Barack Obama, while pursuing his particular political agenda, also sees himself as the entire country's president.

If only his opponents would just respect him for that and that he is our legitimately elected president, I would be much more willing to listen to their ideas. Hearing some of the anti-Bush venom being pushed back in the Air America days did nothing to predispose me toward their opinions, instead only discrediting them.

Drinking Coffee, Running, and Parking in Davie

While down in Broward County last week, I drove over to the "block" comprising the Nova public schools and Broward {Community} College to do my 2.87 mile run (actually, I had planned to double it this time to 5.74). Pulling into the B{C}C parking lot, once again almost empty, I encountered this time a sign warning me that I needed a decal to park in one of their many neglected spaces. Off in the distance I saw a huge parking garage (it was the building under construction last year when I visited). So now that they have so much more room for parking than they know what to do with, they're going to start clamping down!

No problem, I just drove northward to Nova Drive, where I pulled into a Publix parking lot. After all, even in Gainesville with its insane, nitpicking enforcement of parking, nobody there gets uptight about anyone using Publix parking lots. But no, I looked and there was a sign saying "roam towing" for those who parked there but didn't immediately jump out and patronize the stores. I drove past row after row of empty parking spaces to the far corner of the lot, where I quickly got out and crossed the street to begin my run. Knowing that I might not have a car there when I returned.

So I decided on that first lap that it would be my only lap. The temperature was hot as usual at 90 degrees, but it didn't bother me. Upon returning to the Publix area, I saw a young man walking around the lot with a red shirt on, looking a lot as if he were the one responsible for determining "towable" cars. I slipped into my car and drove off, wondering what had happened to the formerly liberal parking attitude that had made Davie an attractive place to visit as recently as last year.

Oh, did I mention that Nova High School was completely fenced and locked off, included its publicly funded track? No, I didn't.

I won't be returning there to run. But...

West of all this, on Nova Drive near University Drive, is a great place to drink coffee and study: the Havana Coffee Company. I visited there twice, purchasing each time one of their Café Cubano Doble's. Excellent, although I think the next time I go there I will get something a little larger.

Trivia Not Trivial, To Me

Around work, sometimes we get caught up with asking each other trivia questions, just to help pass the time of day. Usually, I'm pretty quick with trivia, seeing how I have had this propensity to pick up "useless" knowledge over the years with unconscious ease. But I have to admit that these trivia games have begun to wear on me.

The reason I remember so much trivia is that it all takes place within context. Musically, I can almost visualize the times and places when and where I heard various songs. Furthermore, I make this connection even when I am just playing them in my head. Songs like Paul Simon's Loves Me Like a Rock, the Beatles' Don't Pass Me By, Harry Chapin's W-O-L-D, Chicago's I've Been Searching For So Long, and Bette Midler's Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy were all tunes going on in my mind while running in my late teens around the Nova/BCC complex in Davie, Florida. Isao Tomita's remarkable 1974 album Snowflakes Are Dancing places me at a place I worked in Miami Shores during the same period. Country and western songs tend to draw me back to my first year at the post office, when the only headset radio I had, a real "cheapie", could only pick up the powerful GC-101 country and western station. Every time I see the stylized "D" on official Detroit Tigers items, it takes me back to a baseball card I had that displayed it when I was about six. And me standing in front of my house on the north side looking at it. Young Frankenstein I first viewed on the Reitz Union lawn at the University of Florida. Find Your Place in the Sun, a 1977 hit by Pablo Cruz, was played before a movie showing in that Reitz Union's theater. I know the video games I have played over the years by when and where I played them (and with whom). And so on. If someone asks me a trivia question touching upon any of these items or a myriad of others, a chain of associations and memories ensues. And that's what I dig the most about trivia, not just getting the answers right.

I tend to cluster my memories together into settings. When I am prompted by one item, the others fall into place as well. So someone at work asking me a trivia question is begging to be bored by my very long, drawn-out response as I explore the significance that the supposedly insignificant trivia carries to me. But I am tired of simply barking out the answers to show what a smartass I am. There is more to it than that for me.

What makes trivia enjoyable to me are those associations and dug-up memories that create a picture of my own personal past. I like to listen to others relate in a personal way like this, but apparently I tend to do it much more intensely than others.

The Independent Huddling Elderly

Clifford Simak, one of my all-time favorite science fiction writers, once wrote a short story titled The Huddling Place. It examined the negative consequences for someone who was able to fashion his own private environment to the point that the outside world was so effectively filtered that it was essentially shut out. It has one of those profound endings that keep creeping into my thoughts from time to time, reminding me of other things going on in my life.

I admit to having been a habitual "huddler": one who can't wait for the moment in the day when privacy rules and others are barred from entry into my life. This has usually occurred at the end of my workday and I am finally home, late at night. The others in my family have all usually gone off to bed by then, and I pretty much have the run of the living room/kitchen all to myself. But then again, the hour or two I enjoy snacking and "surfing" my TV are no longer typical for how I now spend my free time. For late at night after work, I am often mentally fatigued and just need some "alone" time to relax and lighten up. Yet at other times I go out into the world and mix with it with no problem and to my enjoyment.

But I do know some people who, like the main character in Simak's The Huddling Place, at some point in their lives decided to create their own little "private: no trespassing" cocoon of privacy. All outsiders, almost always strangers, become potential intruders to them. Unfortunately, with elderly people possessing this bent who live independently, this can also mean cutting off one's connections with people whom they find themselves needing at times to depend on for their needs.

It's a fact of life: as we age, our physical abilities diminish, often to the point where we can't function without outside help. We can't see or hear as well as before, we can't walk like we did when younger, and our injuries are both more severe and serious, as well as slower to heal. Our ability to react is also slowed, making driving that more difficult, if not impossible. Yes, the expression "independent elderly" could be termed an oxymoron since it is the sad, though unvarnished truth that aging goes hand in hand with increasingly greater dependence on others.

Instead what happens is that some elderly cut themselves so completely off from their neighbors that, when they finally become so desperate in their needs, they become prey to con artists and even violent crime.

Let's face it, we all like our privacy, even the more gregarious of us. But we also need to take care to make some effort to connect with others around us. In a city environment, having someone on our block or in our apartment complex who occasionally checks in on us to see how we're doing is "priceless", as that old worn-out commercial puts it. Beyond that, there are social and religious organizations that are eager to invite the elderly into its halls and help them with transportation or other relevant matters (belief in their creed is usually not required). Of course, nearby family can make a huge difference. And even those relatives living at a distance can help profoundly. But the base of social connections has to be local, and to accomplish this one's "huddling place" needs to have "occasional", not "permanent" status.

What's Most Important?

--Elena Kagan's confirmation hearing in the Senate Judiciary Committee begins with Senator Sessions (R, Alabama) using his opening statement to threaten a Republican filibuster.

--Tropical Storm Alex, a very early start to the Atlantic hurricane season, is hitting land as a Category One hurricane, just south of the U.S./Mexico border.

--Oil continues to gush out of the breach at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico, more oil is washing ashore wrecking the environment, and accusing fingers are flying everywhere.

--The war in Afghanistan drags on with a new commanding American general--actually a familiar face, General Petraeus--replacing deposed loose cannon General McChrystal. Depending on whom you're listening to, we're either beating the Taliban or they're taking over, with much of the government clandestinely supporting them. Sounds too much like Vietnam to me.

--The World Cup in soccer is in the quarterfinals stage; how is "your" country doing?

For most of the world's population that pays any attention to news, there is only one news story that counts: the World Cup! The planet could be on the brink of being hit by a large asteroid and Univision would still be interviewing crowds of maniacal soccer fans wearing their country's colors and waving their national flags, jumping up and down and screaming.

Blackberry, Road Travel

I got a Blackberry the other day. It is fun to be able to have access to the Internet wherever I go. I'm thinking of trying out a little experiment with it over the next few days: submit all of my blog articles through Blackberry instead of my home computer. The reason is simple: I will be doing some road travelling into the middle of next week, so my daily "homebody" routine will be temporarily interrupted. Should be a little tedious typing on the little Blackberry keyboard, but otherwise this should be an interesting experience.

Infomercial Nation

Some nights I fall asleep with the television on. Often the channel that is on when I drift off into slumber ends its regular programming and instead broadcasts a series of half-hour-long infomercials. The topics are very wide-ranging, but they all have one thing in common: you can get an edge over everyone else if you buy their product, and at such a steal of a price!

The amazing thing is that these commercial "programs" are often more entertaining than the regular programming. Let's just say that the producers of these spots really know how to get my attention! And that can be rough on me, considering that I usually would be better off sleeping at four in the morning (after all, isn't that why I switched my working hours from the graveyard shift seven years ago?).

Even though many of these infomercials just keep repeating the same tape throughout the presentation, they are often the more interesting. Here are a few of the infomercials that have piqued my interest for various reasons:

Free Money: just go to a website, type in your name, and the government probably will be sending you a check, possibly for thousands of dollars. Perennial infomercial fixture Kevin Trudeau has written a book to this effect and is interviewed by two very attractive, very busty women for the duration of the show (with plenty of camera shots at them). Trudeau's message, regardless whichever of his books he is pitching, is almost always with the accompanied theme that THEY don't want you to know this privileged information he is sharing with you. What a nice guy, to stand up against THEM for you and me (and make a little dough on the side)!

Size Matters...to 88% of women (and the other 12% are lying). So says Dr. Victoria Zdrok, also very attractive and busty, with what sounds like a Russian accent, to the accompaniment of "real opinions" emphatically delivered by various incredibly shallow and self-centered young women affirming this notion. The solution is to buy their product, which will "extend" the happiness of its users.

I've seen infomercial after infomercial extolling the virtues of hard, sweaty exercise workouts, sometimes with DVDs being sold, sometimes with quirky (and sometimes dangerous) looking exercise equipment, and sometimes with both. And then there's the commercial that just says to put on their tight, squeezing, elastic suit around your body (under your clothes, of course) and you'll LOOK as if you've been working out without having to actually do anything. Yeah!

Finally, at least for the scope of this article, there is Brainetics, a program designed by math whiz Michael Byster that contains instruction on math and memory shortcuts. Brainetics, as the infomercial clearly reveals, is marketed to parents of little children with the not-so-subtle implication that (1) it will increase their intelligence and give them the needed competitive academic edge over other children and (2) the current, conventional system of education is hopeless without the aid of a system like Brainetics. The whole infomercial has Byster in front of groups of beaming, enthusiastic little children who instantly shout out the answers to what seem like the most complicated of arithmetic problems. More on Brainetics in a later article.

I haven't begun to touch upon the many other types of infomercials out there; frankly, some of them (like the ones dealing with household cleaning) don't exactly capture my attention. But they all seem to have a common theme. The product being sold is inexpensive, necessary, timely, and not available anywhere else. And if you don't buy their product, you are doomed to failure and unhappiness. Or mediocrity at best.

The Amazing Shrinking Bicycle Path

US 441 is a very important road that effectively divides Gainesville between east and west (although it is, within Gainesville's street grid, West 13th Street). The University of Florida lies on this road, as does Gainesville High School. I live within a mile of it on the north side of town (I always seem to find myself living near 441). And, for the most part, this street is bicycle friendly.

And bicycle friendly it should be, since my local government has invested a lot of money in creating bicycle lanes all across town. US 441 is no exception. As you can see in the top picture, taken on the north side of town near the former site of Dub's (where Tom Petty, former Gainesville High School geek, used to perform in the early 70's with his fledgling rock band). Very wide and accommodating for bicycles, wouldn't you say? This nice pathway continues southbound, all the way to Northwest 23rd Avenue. Then it disappears (unless you have a very, very thin bicycle). The bottom picture, taken by Gainesville High (where Tom Petty attended---hey wait a minute, get out of my blog, Petty), shows this. So just when someone would actually need a bicycle lane to get down on a busy street (and by the high school the sidewalk is often crowded with pedestrians), there is none. Maybe they felt that they couldn't fit one in, with the overall road space possibly too thin there. But there IS a good bike path going northbound along the same stretch. They could at least have fudged just a little and provided SOME space for southbound bicyclists.

You may wonder what the big deal is, anyway, seeing that there is a good concrete sidewalk running along the street in both pictures. But recently a law has been passed here mandating bicyclists to use the designated bike lanes instead of the sidewalks, unless of course there isn't a bike lane. Now I ask, is that a bike lane in front of Gainesville High? Maybe it is, to a cop... who knows. Not that I see the police dishing out tickets wholesale to "violators". But it does give them another pretext to profile, stop, and harass citizens that they might regard as "undesirables".

I don't suppose that very many people are bothered by the amazing shrinking bicycle path. After all, my local rag The Gainesville Sun hasn't printed any protesting editorial letters to this effect. Still, dudes, what would Tom say if he saw this? (Hey Petty, I told you to scram... stop jamming me!)

General McChrystal Has to Go

I don't like seeing anyone losing their job, but General Stanley McChrystal, who has been commanding the American war effort in Afghanistan, needs to go after publicly criticizing his commander-in-chief, President Obama, in a Rolling Stone interview. It is not the duty of a military officer to determine our country's foreign policy. If it ever comes to that, we are all in deep, deep trouble. Presidents Truman and Carter understood this when they sacked MacArthur and Singlaub for their insubordination. And in both cases, the deposed officers were lauded in the press while the presidents were criticized.

Seeing this, and seeing how the Fox News Channel tends to pick up anyone famous who is opposed to Obama, I have two predictions: (1) Within the year after his "retirement", General McChrystal will be hired by Fox as a political or military analyst while constantly being referred to as "General" to give his opinions undisputed credence, and (2) further off in the future, he will run for a statewide senatorial or gubernatorial office as a Republican. There is also an obvious third prediction that is so self-evident that I didn't include it as an "official" prediction: McChrystal will get rich from the upcoming book he will write and from the speaking tours he will be embarking on in the not-so-distant future. The good General who stood up to Obama.

That's the way they do it nowadays.

Typical Summer Weather Pattern

Today I don't have much to say, so I'll resort to an old stand-me-by: the weather. For the past few weeks, we in north central Florida have been experiencing typical summer weather. Lows are in the seventies, highs in the vicinity of 90 (with a few spikes in the mid-90s). It's usually pretty clear in the morning, with those puffy cumulus clouds beginning to proliferate around noon (see picture). Afternoons and evenings are full of "interesting" weather, with the prospect of violent thunderstorms and near-torrential rains always present. The other day in Jacksonville, my family and I went to the Cheesecake Factory restaurant just before noon, with clear skies all around. By the time we walked out, the skies were overcast. And as we left Jaguartown a couple of hours later, severe thunderstorms descending on the area. Passing through Middleburg on the way back was like driving through a lake. Fortunately, we had taken the van instead of the little Pontiac.

The same outlook holds for today as well. So the wise get outdoors in the morning and do what they need to do then. But then again, I noticed that several of my fellow "Gainesvillians" have decided, by jogging and walking in the rain, that it's better to get thoroughly soaked in cooler weather (as much as 25 degrees cooler) than burn up in the dry heat! Maybe they're the wise ones and the rest of us are the fools!

A New Celtics Fan in the World

Now that the NBA playoffs are over and the Los Angeles Lakers have beaten the Boston Celtics four games to three to win their second straight championship, I have a revelation of sorts: for the first time in more than forty years of following the National Basketball Association, I rooted for the Boston Celtics. And I came away from the experience as a confirmed fan of theirs, hoping for them to retain the core of their team next year, along with their very talented, wise coach Doc Rivers.

Kevin Garnett, Paul Pierce, Rajon Rondo, and Ray Allen are the Celtic "standouts", but their talent runs deeply into the bench. And it seems that, no matter who is out there, these players know teamwork more than anything else. What a joy to watch!

No, they didn't win the title this year, but the current Boston Celtics exhibit the essence of what team play is all about. They certainly do have their share of stars, but these guys aren't prima donnas like Cleveland's LeBron James. Even Rasheed Wallace, formerly at times a prima donna when playing for Detroit, has become an integral, unselfish team player. If Rasheed or anyone else is having a poor shooting night, he will set up those players who are hot that night. The result has been different Celtics stepping up in game after game with stellar performances. Even substitute Glen "Big Baby" Davis came through this way and helped give Boston a crucial victory to keep them in the series.

Boston is in a different division from Orlando and Chicago, which are the only other teams in the Eastern Conference that I root for (the West is an entirely different matter, with me pulling for Phoenix, Utah, San Antonio, Dallas, Houston and Denver). Is this the beginning of a new trend of me pulling for Boston, with the Red Sox and Patriots to follow? I don't think I'll ever root for the Pats because they are divisional arch-rivals of my Miami Dolphins. As for the Sox, I don't know; maybe I need to visit NYC's northeastern "bracket" city to form a little bonding with Beantown.

Skateboard Shop to Offer Skate-Through Drinks

In a short article appearing in Thursday's Independent Florida Alligator, writer Tara Wind reports that a skate shop has opened next to the new skateboarding facility at Possum Creek Park. This store is located at the site of a former drive-through coffee shop in the back of a convenience store/gas station.

The owners obviously want to capitalize on the new skateboarding park and are, in my opinion, pretty savvy entrepreneurs. They reportedly plan to convert the original drive-through section into a "skate-through" area where skaters will be given free drinks. Hmmm...

Not being a skateboarder myself, my daughter still has a skateboard in the garage. Maybe, from time to time, I could "borrow" it and stash it in my car trunk. Then I'd drive up to the skate shop, park just around the corner from it (out of sight), take out the skateboard, limp along on it through the "free drinks" window, then disappear around the corner. Where I'd stash the skateboard back into the trunk and drive off, thinking all the time how clever I was.

With my free drink sitting on top of the car.

Uzbeks in Kyrgyzstan: Here We Go Again

The political scapegoating of an entire demographic group with genocidal violence directed against it seems to be as old as history. Since the nineteenth century, the world, supposedly more enlightened and civilized, has seen this troubling phenomenon only intensify in brutality and scope. The pogroms directed against the Jewish population of Russia under the Czars, the Holocaust directed against them by the Nazis during World War II, the atrocities committed against the Ottoman Empire's Armenian population in 1894 and 1915, the ethnic cleansing of "savage" Native American nationality after nationality by the "civilized" Americans throughout the nineteenth century, the atrocities in former Yugoslavia and Rwanda during the 1990's, East Timor, ...I could go on and on, and someone out there would still have their own example to add to the list (while possibly expressing a sense of personal offense because I left their example off my own list). And now, sadly, in a small Central Asian country in which Russia and the U.S. both have military bases, it's happening again.

In Kyrgyzstan, a former Soviet republic strategically situated on Afghanistan's northern border and next to China, a recent coup d'etat has resulted in an ongoing civil conflict between the former and present leaders and their supporters. And once again, a national minority, this time the Uzbeks, have been made into a scapegoat by one of the factions.

According the Associated Press, as many as 400,000 Uzbeks are fleeing angry mobs of native Kyrgyz as they try to escape across the border to Uzbekistan from this country gone mad with hate. The Uzbeks reportedly have generally supported the new interim regime, while the violence against them is thought to be stirred up by supporters of the former government. But why are the people following the instigators into a path of violent mob behavior?

Russia and the U.S. are trying as hard as they can to set up humanitarian aid for the beleaguered Uzkek refugees. But neither can apparently step in to stop the violence, even with all of the overt military and more subtle economic and diplomatic power at their disposal.

From what I know, the Uzbek and Kyrgyz languages, Turkic in origin, are very similar and mutually intelligible, for all practical purposes. For an outsider, it makes no sense that one group would make such a big deal distinguishing itself in this manner from the other.

Irrational, bigoted hatred is indeed a most powerful force. Here we go again.

Obnoxious and Endless [fill-in-the-blank]

The very afternoon, yesterday, that I wrote and published an article titled "Obnoxious and Endless Road Work", criticizing the intrusive and drawn out road work going on in my subdivision (and especially right in front of my house), the "crew" went right to it, finally paving the street on my block. Whoopee!

Now I don't want to flatly claim that it was my article that spurred them to action, but facts are facts. I published it and just a few hours later, I got some redress. So naturally, now that I know I have "The Power", why not try it out on some other areas and see what happens? Like...

Obnoxious and Endless Wars in Iraq and Afghanistan
Obnoxious and Endless Unwelcome Appearances of Sarah Palin on My TV
Obnoxious and Endless Days When No One Gives Me A Million Dollars
Obnoxious and Endless Lousy Songs on Broadcast Radio
Obnoxious and Endless Supply of Politicians Pretending to be Angry in Order in Gain Public Favor Obnoxious and Endless Line of Pathetic "Reality" Shows on TV

Well, let's cut it off there, for now. Let's see...maybe just putting the above on my blog will solve all of those problems.

Can't I at least hope?

Obnoxious and Endless Road Work

The road work in front of my house is driving me crazy. They have had signs out for the past two weeks (after they tore off all of the pavement) prohibiting residents from parking along what is left of the road in front of their homes. This week, the large, loud construction vehicles have come around and started their "work" in the morning while closing sections of the road I need access to in order to get to and from my house. Day after day, I hear and see workers and vehicles loudly going back and forth down my street, as if they are actually DOING something. But then, when they leave for the day, I go out and survey their progress. And the street is still as bad as ever, weeks after this all began!

I decided that I would just get up early in the morning and drive my car around the block to a "no road work" zone and park it, just in the event that my street was being paved over and closed to traffic when I had to leave for work or another reason. Today I did that, later walked over to my car and drove off, only to encounter other road work going on in my new alternate route, with the road broken up even more than on my home street. There's no way to avoid it, apparently.

I wonder if the street in front of my house will ever be repaved.