Meany Passes On

I don't quite know what to say, when someone I love tells me that a beloved pet of theirs has died...with my 86-year old father, it can be quite devastating, considering that it was the last surviving cat of his, which he lovingly cared for so many years...after the very untimely and traumatic passing of my mother in 2002.  But such was the case as I found out earlier today. "Meany", which was the name my father gave to this scrapping, "survivor" feline, was in heart a "sweety", who finally warmed up to me during my most recent visit.  She had been suffering from some unknown malady, but had been making a recovery when she suffered a fatal accident some time after I had left last Saturday.  I have a picture of Meany I took just before I left that day.  She was an old cat and had lived a full, eventful live.  My heart goes out to my father, and I hope that he will find some source of solace and peace after this wonderful animal's passing...

Pleasant Trip to Orlando and Daytona

Today I went down to Orlando with Melissa as she prepared for an upcoming assignment at UCF in the pursuit of her Master's Degree.  That order of business went well and quickly, and we found ourselves with some free time.  So we drove over to Daytona Beach to spend the rest of the day and night.  We stopped off for lunch at a place next to the Intracoastal Waterway in Port Orange called Aunt Catfish.  Naturally, we had to try the catfish...all of their food and service was excellent, as well as their prices.  Definitely worth a return visit on a later trip.  Then we went on to find a hotel room, which we did without too much difficulty.  The beach was half-empty, so were the hotels; still, prices were often exorbitantly high.  Haven't they ever heard about the economic law of supply and demand?  We did find a place with a good overnight price and settled in.  The rest of today went well, and we had a good time.  But I realized as the night wore on that I hadn't gotten in my running for the day.  So at about 10:30, I went out on the beach and ran for 11 minutes, wearing a cap with a small flashlight embedded in the visor to light up the darkness directly ahead of me.  Not long, but it's a run nonetheless. My main concern was avoiding all the "shadow people" creeping around me along the way...

We'll be heading back home tomorrow.  I am a creature of routine, but this little trip was quite a welcome break anyway.

My Running Report for July 2012

This hot, summer month I managed to maintain my goal of 100 total running miles, reaching 112.92.  Also, I extended my consecutive day running streak, which now stands at 92.  My longest run was for 7.0 miles.  Most of the time I ran around my neighborhood, during the mid-to-late morning hours.  I also sometimes used the treadmill at my nearby YMCA.  On a recent trip to Hollywood, I ran around my childhood neighborhood on three mornings (with unpleasantly hot and humid weather conditions).  And on July 4th I participated in a public running event: Gainesville's annual three-mile Melon Run, put on by the Florida Track Club.  All in all, it was a successful month for me with running.

That being said, though, I have to admit that running hasn't been much fun lately, with the adverse weather to contend with.  Still, I have turned it into a disciplined routine that doesn't take up too much of my time.  We'll see how things go when the weather eventually (hopefully) begins to turn cooler, although I don't anticipate anything of the sort happening in the near future...

U.S. Star Gymnast Out of All-Around Olympic Competition

I was following some of the Olympic Games coverage when I came across the sad story of the favorite American women's gymnast to get an all-around gold medal, being eliminated in the qualifying round.  It wasn't because her score in itself disqualified her from advancing: it was the third-highest and would have been enough to advance.  But there is a rule now in place that each country can send only two gymnasts on to the final all-around competition, and the other top two qualifiers were both from the United States.  So hence elimination and the ensuing sadness.  I feel for sympathy for her, too.  However...

She did have the opportunity to qualify with a higher score, but was outperformed by her own teammates.  Also, everyone, including her, knew of this "limit of two" rule.  So I wonder...was it a presumption that the other competing members of the team were just supposed to forfeit their dreams of medals and glory because of her presence?  And besides, she has other events to compete in, both on the team level and as an individual going for medals in specific events.  She was just eliminated from trying for the all-around title, but can still win many medals if she excels in her remaining events.

I don't understand the shocked dismay at the turn of events here.  I understand how, in these elimination rounds, the losers are going to be disappointed: that's sad, but it is the intrinsically designed nature of the sport! Commiserate with those who don't advance, sure.  But then  focus on congratulating and giving coverage to the two gymnasts who will compete for the all-around title.  This is their moment in the spotlight, and I am tired of the sports press depriving lesser known athletes of coverage in favor of more well-known, but often underachieving sports stars.  I've been seeing the same in these games with that superstar American "Subway" swimmer as well, and it bugs me to no end...

Interstate Road Closure Warning Largely Ignored

Yesterday my drive back from Hollywood to Gainesville, a distance of about 350 miles, was uneventful, and in the good sense of the word.  I was careful to avoid long stretches of driving, frequently stopping for coffee, food, gas, and even once the beach.  Except for a stretch of a severe rainstorm around Naples, the weather cooperated as well.  And the road, despite being plagued (or blessed, depending on your perspective) by Florida Highway Patrol squad cars laying in ambush for speeders every few miles, presented no problems with closures or detours.  Not, at least, until the very end of my journey, with me already almost back in Gainesville...

I usually leave I-75 in Gainesville at exit #390, which is the northernmost exit in town.  I was just approaching the exit immediately preceding it (#384) when I noticed a sign, with a Highway Patrol parked nearby with its blue lights flashing, warning that the Interstate was closed past this exit and that I would have to get off here and follow a detour.  I dutifully took note and left then.  As I was going down the exit ramp, though, I looked over and noticed that hardly anyone else was following the warning, instead choosing to drive on.  Then I looked ahead down the Interstate and saw the traffic, clearly backed up and at a grinding halt, going nowhere in a big hurry.  And I thought to myself, this is the epitome of distracted driving: signs warn you, a police car is out there trying to attract your attention, and you can even clearly see, just by looking ahead of you down the road, that it is hopelessly backed up.  And yet you still go on, like lemmings over a cliff!

I later found out that an overturned truck had shut down I-75 between exits 384 and 390, something that I had already suspected.  But I'm still scratching my head at the blind stupidity of some drivers.  I suppose the only way they would have left at the indicated exit is if the road ahead were physically closed off to them.  But there obviously hadn't been enough time to accomplish this.  Hence the largely ignored sign and flashing squad car...

Quick Stop at Nokomis Beach

While visiting Hollywood, a city situated on the southeastern coast of Florida between Miami and Fort Lauderdale, for the last few days, I had fleeting thoughts about visiting the beach there.  I wasn't planning on going out into the ocean, though...no, I just thought it would be nice to stand out there on the sandy beach and look out at it.  Besides, the last few times I had been out on an Atlantic beach, the waters were turbulent, to put it mildly.  I opted out of the beach experience, though, when I considered the $5 parking fee just to set foot out there.  No problem, though: the beach ( a different one) may be in the offings next week!

As I wrote a few days ago, I had decided to use I-75, which hugs the western side of the Florida peninsula, for my drives downstate.  Going back this way today, I noticed a small stretch of the Interstate that came relatively close to the Gulf of Mexico.  So I got off at an exit (#196, I believe) which goes straight out to Nokomis Beach.  There was plenty of free parking, although the large beach was pretty crowded.  And the water was very, very calm: I could envision myself floating on my back and getting in some pretty good swims had I carried swimwear with me.  Still, for the future it's a good stop-off point to take a little break and enjoy the scenery...

Here are a couple of photos I took of the beach.  I'm a little self-conscious, though, about bringing a camera in closer in this crowded area, so the pics are a little "f-a-a-r out", as the late John Denver might have said...

CNN Romney Interview Contrived, Soft, and Nauseating

I was watching that CNN British Piers Morgan dude interviewing Mitt and Ann Romney last night and wondered whether they cleared out half of London just to provide that vast, empty backdrop as they sat outside.  It looked awfully contrived to me.  And the "safe" answers that the two gave to the patty-cake questions posed them completed the nauseating effect of the whole show.  I don't know what would be worse: having to put up with this guy's policies should he be elected, or just seeing him on TV all of the time, hemming, hawing, and (ultimately) lying...

Then again, I suppose the mirror image to this, if you dislike our current president, is that you had to put up with the same thing watching Obama in 2008 and then getting stuck with him up to now.  Oh well, I suppose we can take turns with this disgust, but I think I'd rather wait until 2016: after all, I was stuck with Dubya for eight years... fair is fair!

My Pre-Dawn Run in Hollywood

This morning in Hollywood I decided to run, but did not want to wait until weather conditions became intolerable.  After all, I don't have indoor, air-conditioned treadmill access down here.  Instead, I got up just before sunrise and ran a 2.7 mile course around my childhood neighborhood.  Unlike with the case of the last time I attempted this down here, I had no adverse physical reactions from the temperature coupled with high humidity.  This morning my running conditions were: temperature 79, humidity 89%.  I plan to do the same tomorrow.

As a curious sideline to my run, I noticed at this predawn time, as it gradually began to lighten around me, the somewhat hilarious sounds of roosters crowing every few houses I passed.  I mean, there are A LOT of roosters in my old subdivision.  Apparently, people around here in this suburban south Florida neighborhood like to raise chickens, perhaps due to its now more culturally diverse nature (as opposed to back in the 1960's and 70's when I lived here).  That's all well and fine with me, although some of the roosters sounded like they were strangling....

I-75 Now My Preferred Route to S. Florida over Turnpike

For my drive down to Hollywood near Miami, I have completely abandoned the Florida Turnpike in favor of the more lengthy, but also more pleasant western route of I-75. I am presently sitting at a Starbucks just east of Tampa, in a pretty cool shopping area.  It suits me much more than those "islands" on the Turnpike like Okahumka, Fort Drum, or Canoe Creek. Besides, I'm not fishing around for money to give away just for the privilege of driving down that road.

The last time I took the Turnpike to South Florida, I left it as soon as I got into Fort Pierce and could easily switch over to I-95, the eastern route in the state.  And coming back northward home to Gainesville, I had opted on my last two visits for I-75.  So it's pretty set for me that this is the way to go from now on (unless I begin to fly down)...

My Mixed Reaction to Penn State Penalties

Penn State University has just received numerous, very severe penalties for complicity in Jerry Sandusky's child molestations that went on for several years with the knowledge of various responsible parties in the university, including their head football coach, the late Joe Paterno.  Among the penalties that the governing board of the NCAA meted out were a $60 million fine, curtailment of football scholarships for the next four years, and a ban on bowl appearances for the same time span.  I agree with these sanctions. But they also did something that, while understanding the heinousness of the crimes that the officials had covered up and allowed to continue, I have a philosophical objection to...

All of Penn State's football victories from 1998 through 2111 were retroactively taken away.  This means that Coach Paterno's all-time NCAA career record of 411 coaching wins is gone, whittled down to 298.  Maybe the destruction of his legacy was part of their intent in levying this punishment.  But it also may have an unintended consequence as well.  Suppose I am watching an important college football game in the future, as I am reasonably assured of doing.  Why then should I suppose that the results of that game will hold up in future years when some later allegation about a violation may be proven true and that result possibly annulled? How can I ever believe in the finality of the results of any athletic contest held under the authority of the NCAA?

I believe that it is awfully presumptuous of NCAA officials to go back in time and rewrite their sports histories.  This certainly doesn't happen in professional sports: the penalties handed out for past violations affect the present and future, with the penalized teams and individuals having to suffer the immediate effects  thereof.  Going back and rewriting the books hurts innocent participants and fans, and creates the impression that what happens on the field is ultimately meaningless: a circle of judges sitting around a table behind closed doors high up in the NCAA will determine what "happened" according to their own dictates at any particular time they choose to do so.

Taking away past wins is nothing new with the NCAA.  This has gone on for decades.  And with all of the other means of punishment at their disposal, it is completely unnecessary. Yes, the violations may be bad: certainly they were in this case with that Sandusky ghoul. But choose another direction for sometimes deservedly severe punishment...

Michael Shipp's Senate Confirmation Vote

It could be that I just don't understand much about the way they do things up in Washington, especially my United States Senate.  Maybe this is so partially because I haven't been watching the proceedings, which are broadcast on C-Span2.  Well, this afternoon I just happened to be channel surfing and...lo and behold, when I hit C-Span2, it showed the U.S. Senate in action... not in adjournment and not in one of those endless, annoying quorum calls with the pretty classical music playing in the background and the screen showing a procession of inane tweets from the legislators.  No, instead a roll call was taking place for a floor vote: the President's nominee for a U.S. District Court Judge seat in New Jersey.  The nominee, Michael Shipp, was already a Magistrate Judge in that state.  None of this meant anything to me, except for the fact indicated on the screen that Obama had nominated him half a year ago, back in January.  So after the initial roll call, I hung around to see how close the voting would go and whether Shipp would be confirmed. After all, there must be SOME significant reason to put off the President's nomination for six months!

As the votes started coming in, and the assorted senators began filing into the front of the chamber (some faces being unfamiliar to me), the ayes and no's were sounded.  And everyone was voting "aye"!  Even the most extreme Obama haters there.  Apparently, this judicial candidate was noncontroversial and generated no opposition whatsoever to his nomination for this position.

I cannot fathom why slam-dunk votes of this type are needlessly delayed.  Either the opposition party is using parliamentary tactics to bring to a grinding halt the ENTIRE legislative agenda of the majority party, with Shipp's nomination a collateral casualty, or the process itself of moving ANY legislative activity through that body is severely flawed.  I suspect a little of both is true here.  Any thoughts from you, my valued reader?

Starbucks and McDonald's

One of the Starbucks stores I regularly sit in (at the corner of NW 16th Avenue and 13th Street in Gainesville) displays on its walls large pictures showing largely third world agricultural workers picking and preparing the coffee beans that presumably eventually make their way into my cup in one form or another.  These pictures are attractive and serve the purpose of connecting the customer with the producer.  In this regard, Starbucks, with its star product of coffee, has a huge advantage over a place like McDonald's, which features its beef hamburgers. After all, who wants to sit in a McDonald's and, while chomping away on a Big Mac, be treated to murals of cattle being slaughtered and their bloody meat butchered?

Yes, the indoor ambiance of most Starbucks beats McDonald's easily, and this may be one reason that, although the latter offers cheaper (and better tasting, in my opinion) brewed coffee and espresso drinks (hot and cold), people will still line up in the morning at the former for their coffee.  What I don't get, though, are the customers who'll do this and not sit down with their drink, but rather get right back into their cars and drive off.  If you're going to do that, why not just do a drive-through at McDonald's without having to get out in the first place (and save gobs of money in the process).  Of course, one possible explanation is that some customers are finicky and particular about their coffee beverage, and can be quite complicated with their order.  Starbucks is more suited for this.

Both Starbucks and McDonald's offer free wi-fi access.  Their store hours are very comparable, too.  And I find that usually I can find decent seating at McDonald's while Starbucks is sometimes completely crammed, with no seats available.

If all you want is brewed coffee, there is no better deal short of brewing your own (or getting the free coffee offered at Publix) than what you get at McDonald's.  One dollar pays for as large a coffee as you want, and then you get free refills.  The cheapest coffee at Starbucks is the misnamed "tall" size at $1.65, and then a refill will  cost $.50 more.

I guess what I'm getting at is that I know when I go to a Starbucks instead of a McDonald's that I am paying more for the pleasant surroundings than I am paying for the actual drink.  The idea of just buying a coffee there and leaving makes no sense.  I can easily brew much better tasting coffee at home and bring it along with me...

Looking for Indoor Running Solutions

I think we've reached the stage of the year when denial is unavoidable: the dog days of summer are here, at least in north central Florida.  For several mornings I have been struggling to get in simple 3.25-mile runs around my neighborhood against the ever-intensifying combination of heat and high humidity.  Finally, yesterday I caved in and resorted to the treadmill at my nearby YMCA.  Ditto for today.  And I wonder whether tomorrow will bring more of the same.

It is awful outside, even in the middle of the evening (at this writing it is about a quarter to ten).  Right now the temperature and humidity are such that I still wouldn't run in it, and it's nighttime.  It is times like this when I wish I lived in a more temperate, cooler climate.  I'm thinking more specifically about the coastal Pacific northwest, running from San Francisco northward to the Canadian border.  No, I'm not too keen on that Olympic National Park area of western Washington state, where it rains so much (and the hopefully-fictional vampires roam).  But dammit, even that would be preferable to what I have to go through right now.

When you cannot even just sit still in a chair on your front porch, in the shade, for a few minutes without beginning to sweat from the oppressive weather...well, I guess that's what air conditioning is for!  And why I am currently sitting INSIDE this Starbucks instead of outside.  Oh, and those mosquitoes out there don't help either.

I get tired of running on treadmills.  I would much prefer an indoor course, not necessarily a running track, where I would have dependable access and could escape the often intolerable outdoor conditions.  Something like a warehouse, auditorium, mall...even the sanctuary of a church would do.  I wouldn't want to mess up any carpeting, though: the flooring would need to be more solid.

So perhaps that's my solution to the weather here: find such a place indoors to run to my heart's content.  Easier said than done, but who said it can't be done?  Not me. But where?

Overly Emotional Investment in Sports and Politics

I sometimes get excited about watching sports, I admit it.  It's more fun to pick a team or athlete and fervently root for them to win than it is to just dispassionately sit there and "objectively" follow the proceedings.  Having said that, though, I have to say that this passion can be taken too far: when the emotion invested in pulling for one side's victory becomes so overwhelming that one cannot walk away from it afterwards and function in a calm, rational frame of mind.  Although I sometimes go a little overboard with this myself, I have learned to temper my disappointment (or elation) over the years.  The turning point in this for me was a regular season-ending game in the NFL, in 1977, between the Baltimore Colts and the New England Patriots.  And which team was it that I was so fanatically and fervently following? The Miami Dolphins!!!

That I would get so emotionally caught up in a game that didn't even feature the team I cared about points to how irrational things can get.  But the situation was this: New England was already eliminated from the post-season playoffs, and Miami had just finished their season.  If Baltimore won this game, they would finish with the same record and go instead of the Dolphins because they beat them twice during the year.  If New England won, Miami would play on.  So I ended up allowing myself to get sucked into rooting for a team (the Patriots) that I seriously disliked...

Having blown a big lead over the Colts, New England was struggling to keep Baltimore's offense from a late fourth-quarter touchdown that would give them the lead (and almost certainly the win).  Then, miraculously, after Colt quarterback Bert Jones had driven his team down the field and was about to score, he fumbled the ball and a Patriot defensive player fell on it, taking the ball back for New England and ensuring them of victory (and the playoffs for Miami).  But wait, an official had blown the whistle too early, nullifying the fumble and keeping the football in the Colts' hands.  They then proceeded to score the winning touchdown...and I was very, very angry at the unfairness of it all.  Afterwards, I could barely even speak to anyone because of my negative feelings, and then I realized that something had to change: it simply wasn't worth it to allow myself to get so involved like this.

In the decades that followed, I have observed others going off the deep end emotionally, not just with sports, but also with politics.  Especially presidential politics, and MOST especially presidential elections.  This year may be the worst I've ever seen in terms of people speaking in hyper-emotional, irrational terms about the opposing candidate and political party, which is generally seen as the "enemy" (regardless which side they are supporting).  People, step back and take a deep breath. It isn't worth it.  Get a hobby.  Form new friendships (away from politics).  Take a nap.  Watch the Sprout Channel to gain a perspective.  Read a good book.  Study a foreign language.  Go for a run/swim/walk/bike ride.  Do some sudoku/crosswords/jumble/kakuro. Take another nap. Clean out the garage. Go to the park.  Shop.  "Chill" out at Starbucks. 

In other words, get a life! 

Deer at Noon, Big Rain Soon

I slept in a little this morning, putting me behind in my assorted routines/projects for the day.  Among these was my running.  Still, I managed to get out into my suburban neighborhood for what has lately been almost automatic: my 3.25 mile course, which essentially takes up much of the perimeter of my subdivision (along with the adjacent one).  The western stretch of the course, which I reached today at noon, has homes bordering a wooded area (much of which is part of the infamous Dove World Outreach Center's property).  As I was running down this stretch, my peripheral vision caught the movement of something large and brown moving across a front yard on the left.  Oh-no, I first thought, a big dog! Hope it's friendly and doesn't go after me.  Then I looked at it directly, and to my amazement, saw a large antlerless deer casually making its way past me, showing no sign of concern on its part.  It then went around a house's corner and disappeared.  I went on running through the overcast gloom, hoping that I would get home before a storm hit.  And I was successful...

I cleaned up and a little later left my home at 12:45 PM. Just as I was pulling my car out of the driveway, the rain began, and with a ferocious intensity that lasted several minutes as I drove through it, squinting to try and see the road ahead of me.  And then I got to wondering about this rain and the deer I saw...

Suppose the deer knew somehow about the upcoming storm and came out more into the open because of it.  I can see how connections can be made between animal behavior and meteorological or seismic activity: it is very tempting to "connect the dots" and make a picture out of disparate, unrelated events.  Still, maybe that deer WAS less inhibited without the sun beating down, and certainly it isn't a farfetched notion to think that it felt an impending cloudburst.  But seeing a deer doesn't automatically point to the storm.  Still, I coined my own "folk proverb" about the weather and animal behavior: "Deer at noon, big rain soon."  Hey, I'm batting a thousand with it so far...

Mid-July Running Report

This month is seeing me continuing with my very consistent running pattern.  I have run on every day in July so far, with today's run extending my personal record streak to 79 consecutive days of running.  I also have kept my range tight: except for July, when I ran 7 miles, I have kept the other 17 days between 3.0 (on July 4's Melon Run race) and 4.2 miles.  I am also easily on pace to surpass my monthly goal of 100 miles (66.81 in 18 days).

I still have that urge to try for longer distances, but truth be told, I am also content with the facts that (1) the heat and humidity of the summer work in favor of shorter runs and (2) running for longer distances naturally takes up a larger hunk of my time, time that isn't always easy to come by.  It's a lot easier to block out a half-hour for a run, with some preparation time before and showering and recovery time after.  Still, if the conditions are favorable (free time and cooler, dryer weather) I'd like to try a longer run from time to time, even returning for an occasional 10+ mile run...

A Cynical Look at the Olympics

Here come the Olympics again, whether you like it or not.  These are not only the most talented and fanatically dedicated athletes in the world.  Were only that the case, I might approach the "five loops" with more enthusiasm than I have.  No, the exalted participants in the games are pretty much FULL-TIME athletes, either professionals in their sport or sponsored by others so that they can avoid the "distraction" of having to go to work and earn a living like the rest of us average plebeians.  That is what's got my goat about the games.  And don't even start with the rampant jingoistic nationalism permeating them...

Take the men's basketball event.  The U.S. "dream team", which was to feature NBA pro multimillionaire standouts like Derrick Rose, Dwight Howard, and Blake Griffin, has been rife with injuries, causing concern among some about their chances to win a gold medal.  As if I care about these professionals masquerading as amateurs for a few weeks!  And what about this Michael Phelps, filthy rich over his endorsement deals and commercial appearances, devoting his full time and resources to again being the best swimmer in the world?  Doesn't sound like a level playing field (or pool, or court) to me!

I never did like it back during the Cold War when the communist bloc countries like the Soviet Union and East Germany would use de facto professional athletes, training them full-time in their events and giving them phony job titles to allow them to pass as "amateurs", back when the Olympics actually pretended to care about amateurism in sports.  So those countries won more medals.  But instead of curtailing the problem, it was allowed to spread by essentially professionalizing all of the participants.  So the idea that somebody could work at a productive, meaningful job in a market-based economy and still train and make the team is sadly forever gone...unless, of course, that paid job is the sport itself.  These athletes on TV, these "Olympians", are not like you or me: they are both elites and elitists, and frankly I have no desire to follow or care about whether they win, place, show, or completely lose out in their precious god-awful, important (to them) events...

...on the other hand, it is always fun to observe how a particular sport is played, even if everyone at the "highest" level appear to perform almost like clones of each other.  It makes me want to just sit there this fall and watch Tim Tebow at quarterback, complete with his oddball, inefficient, but somehow winning technique, but HIS technique nevertheless...

A Strange Presidential Election Statistic

From early 1973 up to the Persian Gulf War of 1990-91, the United States experienced a period of "relative" peace.  In this period, although there were actions and crises abroad (the Mayaguez incident in Cambodia (1975), Iranian hostage rescue attempt (1980), Lebanese peacekeeping mission (1983), Grenada invasion (1983), bombing of Libya (1986), Panama invasion (1989), and covert operations in many places including Nicaragua and Afghanistan), we were not involved in a heavily staffed, full blown military effort that was tantamount to war.  This climate against major military involvement overseas was relevant to me in that, although I initially had to preregister for the draft in the early 1970's, suddenly the draft completely ended, including registration, for the entire time that I would have had to be in it.  Even now, with no draft, it is now a requirement for those deemed qualified to preregister (just in case a draft needs to quickly be reinstated).  But with Iraq's invasion of Kuwait and President Bush's determination to drive them out with primarily American military might, we have experienced a resurgence of the military, with anything of a martial nature being seen as a positive political force.  Veterans are now accorded a higher place in our society, although much still needs to be done to tend to the needs of those returning from combat duty with injuries and illness.  It is considered to be good political capital to identify oneself with the military in a supportive way.  Certainly this is the case with my own congressman, (very) conservative Republican Cliff Stearns, who decries big federal government...except in military and veteran matters.  I'm not necessarily against the military receiving a big budget (albeit with effective oversight), and I am all for giving veterans their due in civilian life.  And especially after 9/11, all of us are in debt to our fine soldiers who put their lives on the line abroad to protect us.  God bless them.

So, in the presidential elections since 1990, you might just think that candidates with records of military combat service abroad would prevail over those who either got deferments, safe assignments at home, or completely avoided military service.  And you would just think wrong.

In 1992, President George H.W. Bush, a World War II hero soldier, lost his reelection bid to Bill Clinton, Vietnam War deferment recipient.  Clinton in turn defeated Robert Dole, another decorated (and severely injured) WW2 veteran, in 1996.  2000 saw Al Gore, his service in Vietnam notwithstanding, lose to George W. Bush, who avoided Vietnam combat with his cushy National Guard service during the period.  Dubya then won reelection against Vietnam War combat veteran John Kerry in 2004.  So 2008 rolls around and what happens?  I guess you know the pattern by now: Vietnam War hero and long-term POW John McCain lost to Barack Obama, who opted (like me) to avoid the military in his youth and wasn't confronted with a war during that period.

1992, 1996, 2000, 2004, 2008.  The hero/soldier/veteran loses out.  And political parties were irrelevant to this outcome. So now here we are in 2012.  I guess "they" got the lesson by now, since we have as candidates non-military Obama running for reelection against Mitt Romney, who...you guessed it... avoided military duty with deferments.  So the chain WILL be broken this year, but not with a combat veteran getting into the oval office...

South Florida Visit Soon: Where to Go

I am anticipating a trip to South Florida in the next couple of weeks, and I am wondering what I should do down there (besides visiting a close relative).  After all, I have heard that the Dania Beach Hurricane roller coaster at Boomer's in Dania has shut down.  Well, that turns Boomer's into "Bummers" as far as I am concerned.  The beach is always an attractive option, I suppose.  But what else is there?

My memory of the area is full of great places like the Crandon Park Zoo on Key Biscayne, the Miami Seaquarium on Virginia Key (where they once had a segregated beach for blacks: hopefully this has changed by now in 2012), Haulover Beach (the formerly and unfairly "whites-only" beach where I went with family in the early 1960's and is, I believe, now a nudist beach), and the Museum of Science and Space Transit Planetarium in Coconut Grove. Then, of course, there is downtown Miami and Miami Beach as possible attractions in themselves. And I once worked at a business in Miami Shores, walking during my lunch breaks through the tiny, beautiful residential community of neighboring El Portal.

I would like to experience walking through downtown Miami, but is there a pedestrian/shopper friendly area there akin to Time Square in Midtown Manhattan?  I don't know, but maybe now is the time to find out before I go down there. And turn down the wrong street!

And that reminds me: downtown Hollywood is a pleasant place to stroll around; since the only coaster the area had is gone, I guess it's time to find another tradition to start...

Is Perception Engaging in Mental Illness PC?

As I mentioned as the close of my last article, the TNT new crime-investigation drama Perception, which showed its first episode last Monday, seems to have its own agenda regarding what should properly be the public's "perception" of mental illness, specifically the condition known as schizophrenia.  That the protagonist, neuropsychology professor Daniel Pierce, has this affliction is obvious; he even suffers from hallucinations arising thereof.  But this character is resolute about integrating himself into (not isolating from) general society.  And he wants others to accept people with his "condition" as full, welcome members of society, and not regulated to some ostracized, segregated status as "crazy" and, consequently, as some sort of dangerous threat. With this fictional character's viewpoint I wholeheartedly agree.  More than you could imagine, actually.  However...

It is one thing to want more acceptance for schizophrenics in our society.  They should have just the same rights and opportunities as others and shouldn't suffer discrimination for what is a medical illness anymore than someone with, say, diabetes, heart trouble, or cancer.  In the past, and possibly even in the present, those with this illness were subject to legalized abduction, incarceration in mental hospitals, and forced against their will to undergo treatments some of which was barbaric (like shock treatment or lobotomies).  As well as blatant discrimination with jobs and housing. Their rights MUST be upheld and respected!

Still, it is one thing to properly demand acceptance and respect.  It is, however, something completely different to act as if suffering mental illness is simply a matter of diversity, with the afflicted simply being "eccentric".  This is how the Wikipedia article written about Perception describes Dr. Pierce.  I abhor this apparent political correctness about what words can and cannot be used to name this disorder.  And it is a disorder, not just an eccentricity.  Our jails are teeming with the mentally ill, not just "eccentrics", and the homeless have an enormous number of the same, who because of their "eccentricity" cannot function independently in society.  This isn't just a diversity issue.

So let us all respect those afflicted with mental illness, including schizophrenia, as legitimate human beings suffering from a truly physical illness, and who merit the same degree of insurance coverage and societal respect and sympathy for their circumstance.  Be vigilant about protecting the civil liberties and rights of the mentally ill as well.  But if you don't like a word such as "schizophrenic", don't soften it to "eccentric": you are rendering service to no one in doing this. And you may actually be going counter to your own intentions by once again making this topic a taboo matter to discuss openly and honestly...

Watching Perception from its Beginning

I have a mixed record about keeping up with popular culture, especially that of a mainstream nature.  For example, on game shows like Millionaire or Jeopardy, I usually excel in the more academic areas while withering with questions (or answers, in Jeopardy) about celebrities, "top" pop music, and TV series.  So for me to say that I am interested in actually following a new television dramatic series from its very beginning is something of a statement.  But I may have come across a new series that is worth my attention: Perception.

Monday is one of my days off; the other weeknights during prime time I am at work.  So with Perception's premiere last Monday, I saw an opportunity to get into a new series from its beginning, with a high probability of being able to keep up with it should it turn out interesting.  And so far, I am sold on it.  So far.  And conditionally.

Perception is a crime investigation series that, like Monk before it, features a brilliant and sympathetic crime-solving individual with a decidedly pronounced mental handicap.  With Monk, it was obsessive-compulsive disorder.  With Perception's Dr. Daniel Pierce, a neuropsychologist, it is schizophrenia, replete with hallucinations (how convenient for the screen).  And as in Monk, the protagonist has an assistant who helps him to interface and cope with the often rough and intolerant world.  Oh, and naturally since he is solving crimes, Dr. Pierce is connected with the "authorities", here through an FBI agent who was a former student of Pierce and recruited the good professor's help on difficult cases.

As I mentioned, the character Daniel Pierce suffers hallucinations which in his case (at least in the first episode) are of relatively benign people who assist him in solving cases.  Plus, although it hasn't been revealed as such, there is one character he regularly talks with that I suspect to be a hallucination as well.  All of this dovetails well with the cinematic, romanticized view of the schizophrenic as some sort of brilliant soul with visual fireworks going on all around him/her that plain, ordinary people are (dammit) missing out on.  This was also the case in Ron Howard's portrayal of schizophrenic mathematician John Nash in the movie A Beautiful Mind. With all of the hallucinations and associated visual tricks and mysteries depicted here, I was surprised later to read that, unlike in the movie version, the real-life John Nash, although he was certainly delusional, actually did not suffer from hallucinations.  But that wouldn't have played very well to audiences, would it?

I am approaching Perception with the view that it is fiction, with the vivid and complex hallucinations of its protagonist used as devices to move the story forward in this very visual medium.  Sure, some people do suffer from them, but most probably not in the self-enlightening manner that this series, at least from my first viewing of it, seems to be bent to depicting them...

There is another angle to this series: how it portrays mental illness as the protagonist faces it as more of an aspect of diversity than as a medical condition, at least as I see it.  More on this in a future article...

Coffee Shop Habit

Sometimes I am fortunate to get off a few minutes early from work.  Also, fortunately, there are a couple of Starbucks in town that consistently stay open late at night (well, it's late at least for hokey Gainesville). The location on Archer Road stays open until midnight and is near my workplace, but it is usually filled to capacity when I get there.  So instead, I often take a slight detour eastward on my way home and go to the one at the corner of 16th Avenue and 13th Street (US 441).  They close at eleven, but I don't want to stay out late, anyway (the hokeyness has worn off on me, I guess).  This Starbucks has its usual complement of police "customers" crowding the place (and parking lot) at this time of night, which is fine since they seem to have me pegged as a legitimate human being and not a "suspect" to be scrutinized; besides, there is plenty of seating to go around, so bring 'em on...

I wonder sometimes how far back in my life this predilection to whiling away my time in public establishments drinking coffee goes.  I recall once when I was with my father as we attended one of those hip (back then) new age self-improvement seminars down at the Marriott near Miami International Airport.  It was October, 1972, and we had just finished hearing some sort of silly lecture  (the message from which I have forgotten) and went downstairs to the restaurant where we sat around the bar there with some others attending the seminar...and we had coffee.  Somehow the ambiance there made a strong, positive impression on me.  I was sixteen at the time. Still, I didn't get into the habit of going out to drink coffee until 1978, after I had been in Gainesville and was going to the University of Florida as an undergraduate student.  It was then that I took to this habit, something that I have never relinquished to this day.

Now when I am sitting in a coffee shop, I don't just sit there staring off into space.  I usually have my portable work processor with me in case something comes to mind that I'd like to write down, maybe even fit into a blog article (like right now, as a matter of fact).  Also, I have some foreign language texts that I study on a regular basis.  And then there are whatever books that I happen to be reading as well.  And a spiral notebook is on hand in case I'd like to jot down some thoughts or plan things out.

Well, I guess my time has "whiled" away enough, and it is approaching closing time.  It's homeward bound time!

Assorted Running Banter

Although I have laid off running in half-marathons for a while, I was intrigued the other day while surfing the Net when I discovered that in south Florida, several half-marathons are being held throughout this year.  As a matter of fact, in the middle of sweltering August, one will happen in Hialeah and another in North Miami the next day.  To be sure, these aren't your typical road-running races that I have run in the past.  Rather they are trail races and involve running on dirt paths and encountering assorted obstacles along the way.  Still, in south Florida, I don't envision hills presenting any kind of problem...

Someday, when this current medical condition I am going through gets satisfactorily resolved, I'd like to return to running half-marathon races.  With a vengeance.  And these newly sprung trail races may be just the sort of lower-cost, closer events that I could use to fill the half-marathon calendar up.  A calendar which, at least here in Florida, dries up in March and doesn't pick back up again until September.

Looking back on my participation in July 4's Melon Run here in my hometown of Gainesville, I was much more pleased with the experience than I was when I ran it in 2010.  And moreover, the professional photographer covering the race accomplished something that no previous photographer had managed: actually capturing a picture of me while running the race!  So naturally, I bought a print, although in all honesty it doesn't exactly flatter me...

This month, as expected, has seen the temperatures mount to an almost unbearable level for running.  This has driven me indoors to the treadmill on a number of occasions.  This morning, though, I decided to run a little earlier than usual, at 9 AM when the temperature was only around 80 degrees and the humidity was still high at around 77%.  It was a very uncomfortable, but manageable 3.25 mile run.  But I'm thinking of pushing back the running even earlier, to sunrise, as a matter of fact.  And changing my name to "The Dawn Runner". So who am I kidding, anyway? Run a half-marathon in the middle of summer in Greater Miami? C'mon!

Too Early for Album and Song of 2012?

Having recently obtained a copy of Regina Spektor's new release What We Saw From the Cheap Seats, I was a little apprehensive.  After all, two different musical acts that I have come to greatly admire, Sufjan Stevens and Radiohead, had recently issued new albums that, frankly, seriously disappointed me.  With Stevens it was worse, with a disappointing EP released almost concurrently with a letdown of an LP.  So I thought that maybe, just maybe, musical creative talent was thinning out of our atmosphere, possibly attributable to the extensive and exploding talk radio bullcrap polluting our airwaves.  Then I listened to Regina Spektor's new work.  What a work.

Often it takes me a few listens to get a feeling for a new recording.  Regina's new album was love at first listen, though.  Out of the eleven tracks on What We Saw From the Cheap Seats, I disliked only one (and it was the shortest song).  The rest was good listening...and then there were the two tracks that I could only reasonably describe as masterpieces.

Firewood and Open are about as good as it can get.  And Firewood went further: it made me literally cry (and it takes an awful lot to get someone like me into that state).  Each and every time I heard it I wept, and it got to be a little embarrassing when I would listen to it on my MP3 player out in public.  As a matter of fact, as far as I am concerned, Firewood is now the all-time greatest tear-jerking song.  Just beautiful.  And Open?  A more philosophically-bent piece it is, with a rather disturbing but very inspired and creative vocal twist in its middle that intensifies its message.  Of the two, though, Firewood has instantly shot up to become my favorite song of 2012 (with Open comfortably in second place).  Already, in early July.

Can I just close out the rest of 2012 and declare What We Saw From the Cheap Seats as this year's greatest album and Firewood as the song of the year?  Why not?  I have a hard time imagining how any new album or song would have a chance of surpassing them...

Regina...what an appropriate name: she rules!

Baseball's 2012 All-Star Break

We've arrived once again at the time of the summer when sports enthusiasts are all abuzz about...Wimbledon tennis, right?  Uh, sure, if you say so.

No, I was referring instead to the "real" sports annual milestone: the Major League Baseball All-Star break.  This is the time when a few watch an essentially meaningless Tuesday night game showcasing star players, but my interest is with the standings and how the various teams are doing.  In the American League East, my New York Yankees are comfortably in first place, although this year all five teams are competitive.  Baltimore is the biggest surprise, managing to stay in second place this late in the season.  In the AL Central are two other surprises: the first place Chicago White Sox and the embarrassing Cleveland Indians in second. I say embarrassing because whenever I am watching a game that they're playing in all I can do is stare at that offensive, toothy, grinning caricature of a Native American on their uniforms (and just about anywhere else, it seems).  Oh well, I guess I'll have to stay embarrassed because they're never going to change it.  Now what was I talking about? Oh yeah...

Although the Chisox and Grotesque Grinjuns are currently ahead of them in the AL Central standings, the Detroit Tigers, last year's divisional winner, is poised right behind them in third.  I expect them to surge ahead of the two upstarts in the season's second half and win it again (although I like the Pale Hose).

Over in the AL West, Texas is once again solidly in front while the Los Angeles/California/Anaheim/Los Angeles (at Anaheim) Angels are in solid second (even if their name isn't solid), having recovered from a horrendous start to the season.  I'm rooting for the "Wherever" Angels to overtake the Rangers for the divisional title.  Whoever finishes second should make it to the playoffs as a wildcard team, though.

The National League features a few surprises of its own.  The East has been turned on its head with perennial cellar-dweller Washington solidly in first place and perennial champion Philadelphia solidly in last.  Many are expecting the capital city's Nationals to fade some in the second half, and the New York Mets and Atlanta Braves are in good positions to surge to a title.  The NL Central also has a surprise leader: the Pittsburgh Pirates.  But lately this division has seen a big turnover in champions each year.  The Seattle Pilots, last year's divisional champions, are currently mired in the lower division (and I'm aware of what I just said) while Cincinnati and defending World Series champion St. Louis are in second and third places respectively.  Look for the champ Cards to brush away the opposition in the second half of the season, despite having lost star slugger Pujols to the Angels.  The NL West is shaping up as a three-way race between last year's winner Arizona, 2010's World Series champion San Francisco, and the overhyped Los Angeles Dodgers.  Who knows who will manage to win that division this year: your guess is as good as mine.

I'm trying to think of what would be the "best" World Series this year, based on what has been going on so far.  The Washington Nationals, although with clearly the best record in the National League so far, don't appeal to me.  No, I think rather that the New York Mets or San Francisco Giants would be a more attractive matchup against, of course, my pick in the American League: the Yanks!

2012: Not the Last Chance

I was skipping across my FM radio dial the other day and happened to come across the Neil Boortz show just as the host was finishing for the day.  And what words of right-wing conservative wisdom did soon-to-retire Mr. Boortz leave with us?  Just a reminder of a point he has apparently been repeating: the 2012 presidential election is our "last chance".  On hearing "last chance", I instantly picked up on his meaning, although our political outlooks are quite divergent.  Because I've heard observers from both sides, left and right, who see the upcoming election as leading inexorably, even permanently in one direction, all good or all bad, depending on which "side" one is on.

If Obama is reelected to his constitutionally-limited final four-year term, according to too many on the right, he will pursue an aggressive, socialist agenda while trying to figure out how to surreptitiously remain in office after his final term ends.  And just like I heard about Bill Clinton as he was nearing the end of his second term, with speculation running rampant among some opposition circles that he would impose martial law over some trumped-up national emergency just to stay in power, this tired old tune is being sung again, with just the names changed.  It saddens me to think that there are people around us who are this prone to unreasoning suspicion and paranoia and who flatly cut off anyone whose political leanings differ from theirs.

The left has its own fears.  If Romney gets elected, the rich will supposedly completely take over and have de facto dictatorial powers over everyone else.  The organized labor movement will be completely legislated out of existence.  Women and minorities will see their hard-fought civil rights gains over the past decades severely reversed.  And the U.S. Supreme Court will become irreversibly stacked with hard-line right-wing justices who, if Congress doesn't abide by their political and social agenda, will simply usurp the Legislative Branch's authority and write their own laws (which I believe they've already done with the recent Citizens United decision).  The Supreme Court, I admit, presents some problems here.

Forgive me for perhaps sounding naive, but I don't believe in either scenario (although the Supreme Court going overboard in one direction does sound ominous).   For me, Obama already has a substantial track record as president and he strikes me as someone who relishes collaborating with others, especially Congress, not ruling with an iron fist.  His reelection would produce more of the same leadership philosophy.  On the other hand, Mitt Romney has reached the position he is now in (the presumed nominee of a major party) by either avoiding specifics in his stances on the issues or flip-flopping on them.  But should he become president, he would be forced to actually make some decisions, some of them necessarily controversial by their nature.  And then an opposition movement would naturally form and grow against him.

It's the political pendulum and it has been going on in American presidential politics, as far as I can discern, since the 1824 election between John Quincy Adams and Andrew Jackson when third place finisher Henry Clay threw his support to Adams against plurality winner Jackson, giving Adams the election and creating as a by-product two factions with one in power and one in (often bitter) opposition.

Back and forth.  Momentum shifts.  This is the way it goes, folks, so chill out!  Remember, George W. Bush won reelection in 2004 and strengthened his party's majority in both houses of Congress that year.  Just two years later the Democrats took back both houses and, with Obama in 2008, the White House as well.  There is no "last chance", just the next election. The day after the 2012 election they'll be talking about 2016. And on and on it goes...

Sprinting to the End

As I continue to focus on the recent running race I participated in, I'd like to expand on something I wrote about in yesterday's article.  At the end of the public three-mile run, I found myself in the company of a diverse group of runners.  Some of them were clearly pooped out and were just trying to finish the run.  But others, myself included, suddenly reached deep inside ourselves and found a reserve of energy, which we then used to engage in an almost insane sprint against each other to the finish line.  It mattered not who was running against me: I had to beat them!  As it turned out, as far as sex/age groupings of the runners were done in the final standings, none of my end-of-race worthy opponents were in my category.  And also, our final placings and times depended on when each of us individually crossed the starting line at the beginning of the race.  As for me, although I crossed the finish line in 26:15, I was given the final time of 25:45 because the timing chip I was wearing showed me taking 30 seconds just to reach the starting line at the beginning of that very crowded race. So someone edging me out at the race's closing moments was really irrelevant as far as the final placings were concerned; that runner could have started the race way ahead of me.  Still, there was that rush at the end and the excitement it brought.

After I finished my run, I hung around at the finishing line for a few minutes to watch the slower runners finish.  And it was funny: no matter how slow they had been going for almost the entire race, a large segment of the finishers engaged in this sprinting game at the end, against whomever happened to be around them. 

But that's cool, since after all, we should all have been out there having fun.  And the little sprint at the end was a nice, spicy topping to the whole experience.  Of course, we brave, "strong" finishers were all aided by one factor.  The last few hundred yards were decidedly downhill!

Running Climate

Florida is not exactly known as a place whose summer climate is conducive to running, the temperatures usually soaring during the afternoon into the 90's.  That's been the case lately here in Gainesville; actually for July it's been relatively moderate.  And now, in a freak reversal of fortunes, our weather is relatively runner-friendly compared to other places north of us in the eastern United States.  Why, Minneapolis of all places, known for its mild summer weather, just reached 101!  I think I'll just go with the low 90's here, thank you.

Speaking more figuratively of "running climate", our current era has provided a much friendlier social context for running, and this cuts across age and gender.  That is quite different from the situation when I was growing up in the late 1960's and early 1970's.  In that era (and in my working class neighborhood) a solitary runner jogging down the street would be viewed as a target for harassment and bullying, while the numerous stray dogs all around back then would delight in chasing the misguided soul, sometimes getting in a bite or two in the process.  No, it wasn't so pretty back then, and yet I know that there are places even today that are hostile to runners.

It was encouraging yesterday at the Melon Run race to see so many competing, and with such a diversity.  At the end of the run, I found myself first passing an elderly gentleman and then a younger man.  Then, I caught up with a young woman pushing one of those aerodynamic super-strollers, passing her with the same relief that I felt passing an elderly runner with his dog late during the Tom Walker Half-Marathon last year.  But as the finish line grew closer, here came that stroller back to challenge me.  It passed me and rolled on to glory at the finish line. Beaten by a baby.  Wonderful. And just before I finally crossed, a young teenage girl came out of nowhere and passed me.  Wow: the old man, the middle-age man (me), the young woman, the young man, the teenage girl...oh yeah, and the baby!  Yes, quite a bit of diversity in the span of a few seconds dashing to the end of a three mile run...

My Melon Run 2012 Report

About five hours ago I ran my first public running race in six months, going "light" with a short three-miler, the Florida Track Club's annual July 4 Melon Run, held here in Gainesville among the sloping roads/sidewalks in and around Westside Park.  I set out not to set any personal speed records, and that was fortuitous.  For there were a record 500 entrants in this race (a sell-out) and it was much, much more congested than the Melon Run I participated in two years earlier.  The course was essentially the same except for the eastern leg, which was a road a little further down from the Loblolly Woods pathway used in 2010 (who knows what they did in 2011).  Still, I kept a good pace in spite of the crowding (with a higher concentration of slower runners this year) and hills (my normal neighborhood training course is as flat as a board).  My official finishing time was 25:45.  When I finished I didn't hang around for the awards ceremony, instead speeding back home.

I thought the race went better this year than in 2010.  For one, the organizers and volunteers seemed much more enthusiastic and friendly.  Also the timing was changed to a chip system, eliminating the screw-ups of the past.  But the packet pickup lines before the race for those who had already registered went slowly and were confusing.  And the actual print-out list of the pre-registered wasn't in alphabetical order, slowing down the process considerably.  Still, the race finally began and we had a good time...

I was very impressed by the post-race refreshments, with bananas, watermelon (of course), bagels, cookies, Gatorade, water, and, I'm sure, other stuff being offered.  It's these little perks (or their lack) that can make (or break) an event for me.  Well done, Florida Track Club!

Oh, the weather cooperated today, as much as I suppose it would this hot time of year: after all, it didn't rain.  The temperature was in the upper seventies and so was the humidity, more or less.  Not exactly pleasant, but I managed to get through it...

Happy New Half-Year, Anyway

Sometimes I get too far ahead of myself and write stuff which, although it sounds pretty good, is actually based on faulty information and/or poor mental processing (MY mental processing).  Such was the case yesterday when I wrote a blog piece (which I subsequently deleted) revealing that July 3 was the median day of the year and that, consequently, one could look on July 4 as "New Half-Year's Day".  Sounded great, except for a couple of things: this year, 2012, is a leap year, so it has no median day: July 1 is in the first half and July 2 is in the second.  In a 365-day year, July 2 is the median day, with 182 days before and 182 following.  So this year July 2 would have been the big "half-holiday", not nearly as impressive as my initial revelation.

Oh well, I can still write down some half-year resolutions anyway...

Gainesville Radio Stations Speak With Same Voice

Maybe this is just a transition period, yeah, that's got to be it...otherwise, broadcast radio here in Gainesville has just made a turn from mediocre programming (at best) to insane programming.  What happened?

Although Gainesviile has other radio stations on the AM dial, there have historically been two main stations in competition with each other: the privately-owned WGGG on 1230 kHz and WRUF on 850, owned by the University of Florida.  Recently both have featured all-sports programming, mostly just talk but also play-by-play of certain events.  That lack of diversity was bad enough, as far as I was concerned.  But still, if I were in the mood for sports programming and I wasn't satisfied with what was being discussed on one of the stations, I could try listening to the other.  No more, I'm afraid...

Starting about a week ago, WRUF assumed WGGG's programming, including its important ESPN Radio contract.  This left the lower-power station on 1230 with a question about what type of programming it would broadcast.  When I first found out about this change, I tuned in to WGGG to see what it was up to.  And it turned out, nothing different!

Both WRUF on 850 and WGGG on 1230 are broadcasting identical programs throughout the day!  I can't recall this sort of thing happening.  Nor can I understand why.  In another sports context, if a player from one team goes to join another, you're not going to see him/her simultaneously playing for both!

I'd like to see WGGG switch to another kind of programming soon, but if it does I hope it isn't another sorry conservative talk radio format as I have seen on too many stations here.  How about just oldies, classical music, or even easy listening?  But the current situation of identical programming with its cross-band competitor is ludicrous and pointless...

Olympic Swimming Qualifying Coverage Slanted

The other day I was watching the Olympic qualifying swimming trials for the American team on the Versus Channel, which I believe is affiliated with the NBC network.  They were running heat after heat, with most of the participants naturally doomed to miss out on the few available spots on the Olympic squad.  In one women's heat, the announcers (and cameras) focused in on one aspirant, a favorite to get to the Olympics.  But she performed poorly on the qualifying heat and missed out making the team (at least in that particular event).  Instead of reporting on the unexpectedly successful swimmers, though, all the announcers could do was spotlight this one more well-known contender (even though she failed).

I wonder how someone would feel who, after all of the training and sacrifice that culminates with trying out for a spot on the U.S. Olympic swimming team, actually succeeds in a nationally-televised qualifying race...and is then virtually ignored by the announcers and cameras.  I suspect, perhaps, the on-air "experts" really only know about a few of those trying out, and if someone outside the "loop" slips through, they really can't talk about them because of their sheer ignorance.  So they conveniently ignore them, the way I see it. Until, I suppose, they eventually get filled in on the particulars about the new "sensation"...

End-of-June Monthly Running Report

Another month has come and gone, and once again I am happy to report success in my running training.  I attained my 100-mile-per-month goal with a total of 109.1 miles.  Also, I ran on every day in June, extending my personal record consecutive running day streak to 61.  My longest run was 6.2 miles.  But the hallmark for this month was my consistency, with distances within the range of 3.3 to 4.3 miles accounting for 24 of the 30 days.  And I seem to doing fine with that regimen.

As expected for this time of the year, the weather is definitely turning hotter.  Still, I am managing to get my runs in while the temperature is below 90.  But in July, that might be problematic, unless I stick with indoor treadmill running or run earlier in the morning when the temperature is lower but the humidity is much, much higher.  On the other hand, since I don't plan to attempt outdoor runs longer than five miles, the hot weather shouldn't present much of a problem as long as the air is relatively dry.

I did sign up to run (not race) in the local Melon Run in July 4, so I'll just go out there and treat my participation as a three-mile training run for that day.  Who knows, maybe later that afternoon, being off from work, I might run a couple of laps around the block in my home neighborhood as well...

ACA Unexpectedly Ruled Constitutional by SCOTUS

As was the case with many other observers, yesterday's United States Supreme Court ruling upholding the 2010 Affordable Care Act, in particular its mandate provision, completely threw me off guard.  I expected this Roberts Court, which never sides with the regular guy against the rich and  powerful when the latter's financial interests are in play, nevertheless did just that by a 5-4 vote.  The four justices on the more liberal side (Ginsburg, Breyer, Sotomayor, and Kagen) went for upholding the law while three of the predictably hard-rock right-wing pro-business justices (Scalia, Thomas, and Alito) were for striking it down.  This left Chief Justice John Roberts, expected all along to side with his arch-conservative colleagues, and the "wild-card" perennially deciding vote, Justice Anthony Kennedy.  I saw no reason for Kennedy to change his pro-big-business ways on this case, and I had given up on Roberts long ago as just a "robe" rubberstamping everything Scalia said.  So no, I didn't think the ACA had a snowball's chance in hell of not being ruled unconstitutional by the court because of its mandated coverage provision.  And it turns out I was completely right about Kennedy.  But Roberts' vote? That's what astonished me (and many others).

John Roberts, like the court's conservative wing, dismissed the claim that Congress had the constitutional right to pass the mandate due to the Commerce Clause.  Frankly, I agreed with him about his skepticism of the argument that an individual not buying something was an act of interstate commerce and thus gave an opening for the federal government to impose the mandate to purchase health insurance.  Instead, Roberts broke with his right-wing colleagues by holding that the mandate was constitutionally valid rather as a tax, implicitly upholding it (and thus the core of the law).

Suddenly, Chief Justice Roberts has become the unexpected star of this "show".  I had been very disappointed in him for his first few years on the high bench as he appeared to be towing a very biased ideological line.  But with this decision, he seems to be returning to what he stated during his confirmation hearing when he used a baseball analogy to describe the appropriate role of the Court: the Supreme Court isn't supposed to be a player.  Instead its proper role is akin to that of an umpire, calling balls and strikes.  He did a pretty good job of umpiring with this case, although I still think he has some work to do with his political impartiality...

My objection to the mandated insurance clause of the bill was that by simply being alive, one became obligated by law to purchase private health insurance.  That didn't sound constitutional or democratic to me, but rather fascist.  I still have problems with it, but I also understand that simply raising taxes to pay for the program instead of this mandate (the fine for a violation thereof is a de facto tax anyway, according to the Chief Justice) would never have passed Congress.  So we're left with this law, which is at least a less-than-ideal improvement over the previous situation...

कल: A Suspicious Word

In studying some Hindi recently, I came across an intriguing word:  कल (kal), which translates into either "yesterday" or "tomorrow" depending on its context.  Initially, I thought that this was pretty strange that a word could essentially mean its own opposite according its usage.  Then, this morning I looked at the header for an article in the local section of my newspaper The Gainesville Sun: "Suspicious pawn shop owner foiled theft, officials say."  Well, it wasn't quite 6 AM when I glanced at this, so naturally I read it wrong in my bleary-eyed sleepiness.  After all, I tend to, justified or not, associate the idea of "pawn shop owners" with "suspicious people", i.e. people meriting suspicion from others.  But no, the news here was that the owner was suspicious of someone else and foiled a theft.

"Suspicious", like कल, is one of those words whose context can drastically change its meaning.  In Hindi, one needs to either read the appropriate verb tense form to determine whether "yesterday" or "tomorrow" is indicated or get a sense of the intended meaning from the surrounding text.  Likewise, I'm "suspicious" that something very similar holds true for my English example.  But I am a native speaker of English and still have a problem with "suspicious" and its ambiguity.  I wonder if native Hindi speakers feel the same about कल...

Debby Lingers, Drops Load of Rain Over Area

I did not anticipate this current tropical storm, Debby, hanging around and dumping so much rain.  In fact, the expert meteorologists didn't either, blowing one forecast for its trajectory and movement after another. First it was predicted to veer westward and eventually hit Texas around Houston. Then that model was scrubbed in favor of the idea that it would move north into Georgia and merge with a frontal system, speeding up in the process.  Instead, though, the damned thing just stayed stationary for about three days, dumping flood-level rains over the panhandle...and my Gainesville.  But...

Apparently, we have been spared catastrophic flooding around Gainesville by dint of another previously developing problem: chronic drought, which had pretty much parched our ground dry.  Yes, there is a lot of standing water around right now as it keeps on and on with the rain.  But I look at a nearby drainage ditch and see its water level far below what I've seen on many other occasions when the rainfall was more consistent, if not as intense, over the span of weeks.  So the soil has a long, long, way to go before it's saturated.  In fact, I have a prediction...

I predict that, before August rolls around, they'll be lamenting the drought we're back in, probably accompanied by scattered brush fires sending noxious smoky haze over us.  Why can't we instead have a "normal" summer? Seems like, if memory serves me correctly, we did have one back in 2003...

Baseball Sheds Other Sports' Distractions

Well, suddenly I find myself without basketball, and so baseball has finely shed the distractions of other sports and I can now concentrate on it.  But not as far as ESPN is concerned, for I know better about how they run their shows...

The obsessive, often hysterical commentators on that channel can't get enough of talking about LeBron James right now.  One was visibly ANGRY that Miami had won the championship and that the evil James had his moment of glory. After the interest in this topic begins to fade, I have no doubt that the talking head-cases on ESPN will get back to the sport at hand, as far as they are concerned: razzing Tim Tebow and in the course of doing so, complaining that everyone is talking about such an untalented backup quarterback.  But I think I have one way to filter out at least some of this crap...

If an ESPN "talk" show features people sitting around a behind a counter, then although the discussion may be at times unbearable, there at least stands the chance of someone coming out with something interesting that reflects professional journalism.  On the other hand, if there is no special guest present and they are just sitting back in their comfy cushiony chairs, I say quick, change channels!  All you will get from this type of forum is a lot of garbage.

But I just want to follow baseball right now.  It is strange to see the Phillies struggling in the National League East while the erstwhile cellar-dwelling Nationals are setting that division on fire with their incredible pitching rotation.  I like how my Yankees are doing, especially how they are able to compensate as well as they have for the absence of their legendary-but-injured relief closer Mairano Rivera.  But although New York is out in front of the American League East, that division is very tight from top to bottom. 

I guess we're getting closer and closer to the All-Star game, something about which I care next to nothing.  As a matter of fact, to be perfectly honest about it, I don't really care all that much about the standings and how "my" teams are going, even the Yankees.  For my interest in this game is more on the situational level, with me in from of my TV watching the pitcher face the batter in the context of that particular inning. Not even the overall score of the game at hand compares to that, as far as I am concerned...

Tropical Storm Debby Soaking My Area

Right now I am sitting huddled in my living room, avoiding the continuous heavy rains outside.  Tropical Storm Debby, currently centered in the northeastern Gulf of Mexico just west of north central Florida, is one of those asymmetrical systems whose most intense bands of rain are on one side.  Florida's side, with almost the entire state under water right now.  The Tampa-St. Petersburg area is now getting the worst band, but I'm afraid this one is headed our way. 

Originally, the computer models most favored by the meteorologists indicated that Debby would slowly move westward and eventually hit Texas around Houston.  But now another set of models shows it instead moving into Florida.  Slowly.  With lots and lots and lots of heavy rain.  So today and tomorrow that's what we will get.  And that's O.K., but I would have preferred this not to be happening on my days off from work!

Congrats to Heat, Help Sonics Find Way Back Home

The Miami Heat won their NBA championship playoff series against the Seattle Supersonics by handily defeating their opponents in the fifth game 121-106.  It was a great team effort, with the bench being a big factor in the victory.  Much is being made of the fact that LeBron James finally won a championship.  That must be an awful burden to place on someone: you'd better win it all or you're a loser (and if you do win we'll hate you anyway).  But that was the same kind of label that Dallas Mavericks star Dirk Nowitzki was saddled with until his team won the championship last year.  I couldn't care less that James left Cleveland for Miami, or that the Heat were an assembled, artificial team.  Well, if they were, than so were the Boston Celtics a few years earlier. But I didn't hear the negative outcry against them for this that has been so vehemently directed against Miami.  Last year I rooted against Miami because I was tired of LeBron James giving up in the middle of games and showing poor sportsmanship toward opposing teams.  He has certainly come a long way and matured a great deal.  I wish him only the best.

As for the Supersonics, it is a shame that they lost their way and got stuck playing in a place like Oklahoma.  I'll be happy to help them find their way back home, though, with my Google Maps feature.  But even if they just go west until they run into the Pacific Ocean, and then turn right and keep going in a generally northward direction hugging the coast, they're bound to run into western Washington state.  And I bet the good folks up there would then be only too glad to guide their returning hoops heroes back home to Coffeetown...

My Travels Few and Far Between

I have written before on this blog that I have a tendency to be a homebody, seldom traveling.  That doesn't mean that I dislike travel, though.  But I tend to regard my "voyages" as adventures akin to the mythical Sinbad's, when he would tire of his mundane, humdrum life in Baghdad and then do set out on an adventure.  Naturally, my adventures probably haven't been as dangerous as those of this fictional character, but then again I don't think Sinbad ever rode the Interstate down a curving, steep mountain gorge in the middle of a driving storm at night or ran down the beach in the middle of a severe lightning storm with bolts crashing down all around.  Well, we all have our own little personal "danger" memories, don't we? Well, at least those of us do who survived them, I suppose...

It's nice to go someplace interesting every now and then, and of course visiting relatives (who from my experience almost never live anywhere interesting) is always on the agenda of things to try to get around doing (occasionally).  But all things said, I usually would just as soon stay at home.

The late legendary science fiction writer Clifford Simak wrote a short story, one of my all-time favorites, about this tendency on the part of people like me to avoid travel.  Titled The Huddling Place, the story's setting is a future where people can surround themselves with all of the creature comforts and necessities they could use without ever leaving their home estates, making extensive use of automation, environmental controls, and robots. The Huddling Place had one of the most significant and sobering endings that I have ever read, and its lesson has never left me.  Instead, it has prodded me to try to resist this instinctive tendency of mine to stay put, at home, and in the "security" of my routine day-to-day existence (not that I have to concern myself with fending off any presumptuous robots, at least not yet).  Try to read Simak's tale if you can find it somehow.

I have been a Florida resident since 1957.  I have never been abroad.  The furthest west I have been was Dallas, Texas in 1994 (retracing JFK's assassination route) and the furthest north was in Manhattan's Central Park just north of the Metropolitan Museum of Art a couple of years ago.  I have flown on planes on two different trips.  In my lifetime (well, maybe once I was on a plane in infancy, but forgive me for not remembering).  As far as the states in which I have ever been (on the ground), here they are: Florida, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas, Arkansas, Tennessee, Kentucky, North Carolina, New Jersey, New York, and Virginia.  Thirteen states in 55 years: that's it, and with the last one on the list I was there only for a few months during infancy and remember nothing.   Not that I'm complaining ...

A Very Generalized Lesson

A long time ago, I wrote an article about bully coaches, in particular adults who seem to get off on browbeating and humiliating little children in the setting of organized sports.  I can now expand that category to driver's education, as I have discovered some apparently sick individuals are "instructors".  One student inevitably hits one of the countless orange cones lined around the very demanding driving course as obstacles and one of these types, riding on a bicycle, chases after the young teenage driver, yelling at her, "You're dragging around a child!" How utterly tasteless and mean to say that, when the young students are trying their hardest to develop the motor and coordination skills needed to become safe and courteous drivers.  Another bully instructor, when a student notifies him that she hasn't had the opportunity that others have been given to practice some of the more difficult elements of the course that she would soon be tested and graded on, decides to ridicule her for being upset in front of the whole class, eliciting derisive laughter from other students. Or how about sticking a couple of instructors-in-training together in the back seat of a training car and let them take turns almost constantly yelling at a poor student driver to do this and not do that...

I am very, very disappointed at what I am hearing about the unprofessional, overly aggressive and even cruel behavior on the part of paid workers who are supposed to be teaching our children how to drive, at least in this backwoods town of mine with its pathetic pretensions of academic and cultural sophistication.  I wonder how in the world anyone in these classes will learn the crucial values of courtesy and respect toward others while behind the wheel.  And then I look around me on the road at the epidemic rudeness coming from other drivers and realize that perhaps I am picking on these instructors too much.  Maybe instead, they just represent a random sample from the general population regarding their (lack of) character and I should finally just cut to the chase and admit it to myself: these people, these bullies, are thickly spread throughout the population.  But there ARE some awfully nice people, thankfully...

Happy, Scary Moments in Heat/Sonics Game

Last night I was watching the close of the fourth game in the NBA championship series between the Miami Heat and the Seattle Supersonics.  After Game #1, curiously played in wild, wacky, and okie-hokey Oklahoma City, of all the places you'd expect to see a national-level game (the goofball fans there all dress alike, even more than in slightly less goofy Miami), it looked as if the Sonics would decimate the Heat.  But in the last three games, Miami has turned the tables around with three close victories to take a three to one series lead, with only one more win needed to secure the title. But last night's Heat win didn't come without a heart-stopping moment for its fans.

Miami and Seattle were tied at 94 with only a couple of minutes left in regulation.  It looked as if the game could go either way.  Then Miami's superstar franchise forward LeBron James began to seriously limp around the court, and he was clearly in pain.  Oh-no, would this be another Derrick Rose  moment when one team's indispensable player would go out with a season-ending injury, dooming their chances?  James initially played it brave and tried to play on, even hitting a monster clutch three-point shot to put them ahead for good 97-94.  But finally he had to leave the game, putting the Heat's fate into the hands of his teammates.  Led by Dwyane Wade, the rest of the Heat took the challenge to the Supersonics as they took control at the end of the game and won 104-98.

The series isn't over, and the injury suffered by LeBron James apparently wasn't an injury after all, but rather leg cramps.  James vowed to keep himself rehydrated from here on as a precaution against this known recurring problem of his returning.  Well, dude, why haven't you been doing this all along? Even a pseudo/pretend athlete like me carries along a bottle of Gatorade while I run...

And yes, I think I'll just continue with my happy delusion about Seattle still having their NBA team.  Somehow I could picture myself visiting there one day, getting a cup of java at some streetside cafe, and then slipping in to see a good Sonics game.  On the other hand I have absolutely no desire whatsoever to ever set foot in the usurping, politically hyper-reactionary state of Oklahoma, much less its capital city. They say that the Miami Heat is such an unpopular franchise these days that only those living around South Florida are rooting for them to win this championship series.  Oh, and those in the Seattle area, too: apparently, they aren't quite as able as I am to revel in self-delusion...

...and how about those spunky Seattle Pilots winning baseball's National League Central Division last year?!  

Upcoming Running Race in Gainesville

Well, it's been a while since I ran in a public running race.  Actually, it's pretty easy to tell how long it's been: my last race, the DeLeon Springs Half-Marathon, took place this past New Year's Day!  So we're talking six months, although I have still been filling that time up with 100 mile/month training runs, including my current personal record streak of 50 straight days of running.  Still, a little social context might do me well.  So...

The Melon Run, taking place on Wednesday, July 4 and presented by the Florida Track Club, may be just the hot summer running event for me.  It is a 5 kilometer race, but should I enter it, I won't be doing any racing.  No, I just want to hang out for a little while with some others who share this interest while performing a training run at my usual training pace. 

I ran in this race two years ago and was a little disappointed.  But this time around, my priorities have changed and it should be a fun experience.  I know one thing: I won't be lingering around the place for the "awards" ceremony, which largely consists of volunteers unloading watermelons from the back of a truck and handing them over to top finishers in the various age/sex categories.  And if they screw up the finishing times like they did last time, then so be it: like I said, my priorities have changed...
 
The race course is very familiar to me: the starting and finishing point is Westside Park, with much of the run taking place east of it, going down sidewalks on 8th and 16th Avenues and connecting them on a trail through Loblolly Woods Park (North).  

Registration for this race doesn't close until June 30, so I have a little time to mull over my participation.  If I sign up, though, I think I'll forgo the cotton tee shirt, which I will probably never wear and represents $10 tacked on to the basic registration fee.

My President

Since I have been eligible to vote, I have voted in eight of the past nine presidential elections.  In four of the eight, my choice won; in four he lost.  The election I missed saw the candidate I was leaning toward winning.  But get this: win or lose, I always carried the attitude that the individual holding that high office was MY president.  Now this doesn't mean that I agreed with his decisions; often, much too often I found myself shaking my head in disbelief, readying myself to support someone else with a more agreeable political philosophy in the next election.  On three different occasions, I supported a candidate's initial election to the presidency and voted against him for reelection (all three times unsuccessfully).  So I have not been ideologically monolithic, instead going back and forth from one party to the other.  I suppose this might imply that I am a centrist, or a political moderate.  This tends to bear out in conversations I have with liberals who say I am conservative, or with conservatives who say I am liberal.  But that doesn't mean that I am devoid of strong opinions on the issues.  I just believe that some of the ideologically-based positions on them tend to be short-sighted and lacking a sense of the greater needs of the nation and its people.

Each and every president in my memory has been MY president.  Unfortunately, the trend increasingly seems to take presidents one opposes and regard them as not legitimately belonging in office.  According to this type of narrative, depending on your perspective, Bush stole the 2000 and 2004 elections and Obama wasn't really born in the good old United States of America, so he wasn't really elected in 2008 (in some people's universes).  So instead of having a leader one recognizes as the leader, whether for better or for worse, we're left with a much lower discussion of whether the individual is really legally president.

We desperately need to get away from this destructive way of thinking if we are going to survive as a viable, civil democracy in the future.  Barack Obama is my president, and he's yours, too, if you are an American.  It matters not how conservative or liberal you are, or whether or not Mr. Obama has said or done (or been alleged to have said or done) something that offended you.  He is your president.  Mitt Romney isn't exactly my first choice for the presidency.  But should he win the election this November, guess what?  He's gonna be MY president!

Basketball and Bond Tonight

I was enjoying the Miami Heat-Oklahoma City Thunder NBA Championship Series game tonight when, during one of the endless commercials, I checked out what was going on elsewhere on my TV set.  And lo and behold, the BBC America channel was airing a James Bond marathon, specifically a Pierce Brosnan James Bond marathon.  When the game was over, I switched channels and enjoyed Goldeneye (and am still doing so).  The next movie will be Die Another Day.  Ah, the joy of these holiday marathons.  Well, it IS a holiday in a manner of speaking...

What Are They Looking At?

I don't often have the occasion to pass through the University of Florida campus around twilight.  That's just how my life is structured: it seems to be somehow designed for me to avoid UF, although I am always passing by it on one side or the other, on the way to somewhere else. The only recent exceptions to this have been the unavoidable doctor and medical examination appointments I've had at Shands Hospital, an incredibly huge, sprawling, and fast-growing complex dominating the south side of the campus.  But then again, Shands is so separated from the rest of the University that I tend to think of it as a completely separate entity.

Tonight I happened to get off a little early from work and decided NOT to pass right by UF, but instead turn into campus and get a sense of what's going on there.  I drove from the west past Lake Alice on Museum Road and veered around a curve to the right, toward the main heart of the campus.  Suddenly, to my left I noticed a crowd of people congregating at a fence, looking inward at what appeared to be an empty field.  So what was the show?  I didn't see any sign of a sports game going on. Anyway, the student recreational complex was further back, south of me.  This crowd was intently watching something completely different.  I was flummoxed about the source of their interest. Then, just as I had almost completely passed the field, I saw it.  Something that I remember from pictures.  Bat towers were situated back in the field.  The spectators were obviously waiting for the bats to come out and join the night!

I can't recall seeing any bats in the wild around Gainesville myself, but my daughter has seen them flying around my own neighborhood, which is in far northern Gainesville, quite distant from the University of Florida and these towers.  I am very happy to know that we have a thriving bat population around us, if for just one reason:  they help curb the horrendous onslaught of mosquitoes this time of year by feasting on them!

Maybe I should set aside some time to watch the bats myself at UF.  It's funny to me, though, how the towers are just right out there by the street, for anyone to see.  I would have thought that they would have been placed in a more secluded spot, if only for the sake of the bats themselves.  Shows how little I know about bats, I suppose...

My Running Pace Increasingly Consistent

I have had some interesting experiences lately with my running and pacing.  A few days ago I ran my currently "regular" 3.34 mile course around my neighborhood at a good, steady pace and finished with a time of 29:05.  Then this past Monday I ran it again, with a time of... 29:05.  The next day I repeated the performance, down to the second.  On none of these days was I trying to make the finishing times the same.  The weather was different during each of them, not to mention how I was physically feeling.  It's just that I have apparently developed a very keen, consistent pacing instinct.  However...

Wednesday I ran it again, finishing off two seconds at 29:03.  And then yesterday I was even faster at 28:58.  So it's not always the same.  Today was different in that I ran a modified 3.83 mile course.

Consistency is more important of a factor in my running to me than fast times, so I take my training results as a very positive indicator of my progress.  I am at the halfway point of the month of June and am on pace to once again surpass the 100-mile mark, having amassed 54.55 miles so far, while running every day (my streak now stands at 46 straight days of running).  I have been able to keep my total mileage up mainly by running reasonable distances consistently, not by setting any personal distance records.  I think I'm on the right track with this strategy...