What's Happening in Professional League Soccer

The various professional league soccer seasons are winding down in this month of May (except in the United States and Canada with their March-to-December Major League Soccer).  In England, London's Chelsea has far outpaced the other 19 teams in the Premier League, winning the championship (they have no playoffs).  Manchester City, (2012 and 2014 champion), Manchester United (2013 champion), and perennial contender Arsenal (another London team) round out the top four...it is this group that will contend next year in the European Champions League against other leagues' top finishers.   In Germany's Bundesliga, Bayern Munich won easily while Spain's La Liga has Barcelona ahead of its arch rival Real Madrid with the season nearing an end.  Other countries...well, just about every one, for that matter...have their own leagues, but there's no way I can follow them all.  Besides, the only pro soccer leagues available right now for me to watch on TV are America's MSL, the English Premier League, and Mexico's Liga MX...

Speaking of Liga MX, their second split-season of 2014-15, called the Clausura, has ended and they are now thick in the middle of the championship playoffs.  Favorites America (a Mexico City team) and UANL (from Monterrey) were both eliminated yesterday...although, since America had won the Apertura split season playoffs in December, they are already in the final championship round to face the winner of these playoffs (actually, as I later found out, the Apertura and Clausura winners don't meet, after all).  This evening, Guadalajara faces Atlas to see who advances from that city and Queretaro and Vera Cruz square off in a series between two improbable playoff teams.  Since the team I was originally rooting for, the Tigres of UANL, is no longer in the playoffs, I'm now rooting for Pachuca (who beat America).

After this month, the only premier league soccer left until August will be Major League Soccer.  Now they have a Florida representative with the expansion team Orlando City, but although I pull for them whenever they have a game on TV, I also enjoy getting into any game that's being broadcast, regardless who's playing. I think it's hilarious, though, how American teams imitate their European counterparts with names like "Real" Salt Lake, "Sporting" Kansas City, Orlando "City", D.C. "United", and Houston "Dynamo", along with the often ridiculously ornate coats-of-arms they display for themselves, as if they embody old traditions instead of being around as a league only since 1995...

106-Year Old Man Throws Out First Pitch

I was watching the MLB (Major League Baseball) Channel last night after work to catch up on the day's baseball action.  Aside from my teams generally losing (so what's new), they had a short segment about someone ceremonially throwing out a game's first pitch, this one taking place, I believe, in St. Louis.  Nothing unusual there...except that the individual performing the honor (from a little bit closer to the home plate than the pitcher's mound), a man named Arnold Vouga, is 106 years old!

Let's see...if you're 106 years old, that means you were either born in 1908 or 1909.  You were a young adult when the stock market crashed in 1929 and were already well into your thirties when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor.  At 58, I consider myself to be on the verge of being counted as one of the elderly, but you'd already have been where I'm currently at around 1967, when the Beatles were still together and producing their best music, LBJ was still the Prez, and Martin Luther King, Jr. was still alive and speaking out against the quagmire known as the Vietnam War...and Michigan Governor George Romney was leading a dude named Richard Nixon in the Gallup polls for the Republican presidential nomination the following year...

So here I am at my age...do I really think I'm going to last as long as Arnold Vouga, much less be as active and engaged as him at his advanced age?  Shoot...I doubt that Mr. Vouga himself could have predicted he'd still be around in 2015 in his present condition.  Better for me to just live each day as it comes and simply be grateful for any blessings of longevity and health should they become a part of my life in the future...

Miami Dolphins Stuck in Same Division With Habitual Cheaters

In England, the National Football League's pointless promotional efforts notwithstanding, the predominant "football" game is what we know as soccer.  The wildly popular Barclay's Premier League, which corresponds there in importance to our NFL, consists of 20 teams each season...with the lowest three finishers each year relegated to the next lower league and that league's top three promoted to the top league.  That, along with the fact that the regular season top finisher automatically wins the championship without the need for all the playoff games we see in the NFL, establishes to me the superiority of English league football to the way things are done over here.  But it's also the fact that the teams are all grouped together instead of being pigeonholed permanently in divisions that gives their system more appeal to me...

I am a Miami Dolphins fan and have been since 1968, their third year in existence.  They are in the American Conference East Division, perpetually lumped together with the Buffalo Bills, New York Jets, and New England Patriots.  I understand the reasoning of league organizers who believe that having the same teams in these small divisions year after year will foster interesting rivalries.  But it's one thing to play these teams two times a year, each and every year...and another to have to twice play a team like the New England Patriots, a franchise that seems intent on winning at all costs, including searching for ways to skirt the rules.

Whether it's surreptitiously spiriting away footballs to a bathroom in order to quickly deflate them to the cheating quarterback's preferences or video-taping the other team on the sidelines in order to steal their signals and discover which plays they are running, this team goes way over the top in its unsportsmanlike conduct.  And my Dolphins are forced to contend with this low-life arrogance twice each season...many teams don't even have to play them once...

I believe these divisional rivalries are overblown, anyway.  I have an idea: instead of a draft that favors the worst performing teams and encourages those starting with poor seasons to give up halfway through, why not instead have a kind of random lottery/drawing after each season that sets up the eight four-team divisions for the next year.  After all, isn't that how the groups in the overwhelmingly popular World Cup in soccer are filled?  For example, you might end up with, say, a division with St.Louis, Miami, Denver, and Washington...randomly constructed and limited to one season, after which another random realignment takes place.  I think that would be very interesting...and much more fair to the different teams as well.  As for the New England "Cheatriots", well, someone has to play in their division, I suppose...

Just Finished Reading Sue Grafton's D, E, and F Novels

Mystery writer Sue Grafton, as I have written on this blog a number of times, is in the process of traveling through the alphabet with a novel based on each letter.  The detective is always Kinsey Millhone and the stories are written in the first person from her point of view.  She is based in the mythical California coastal city of Santa Teresa (supposedly patterned after Santa Barbara), and from there deals with the often eccentric and disturbed people who seem attracted to her as clients and suspects.  I began reading this series many years ago, hopping around in no particular order, and now can't figure out which books I've read so far.  So I started anew from "A"...and have just quickly gone through "D" is for Deadbeat, "E" is for Evidence, and "F" is for Fugitive.  Each of these last three, in some ways, seems familiar to me, and I may have read the last two through to the end before.  But I know that with "D" is for Deadbeat, the ending was a surprise...

With "D" is for Deadbeat, Kinsey is hired by a man who wants her to personally deliver a $25,000 cashier's check to another party...but his check for her detective fee bounces and he disappears from the scene, leaving her to try to find both him and the party he is trying to reach with the money. This story is about the terrible mistakes people can make in their lives, their attempts to make amends with the victims, and how those victims can struggle with the conflicting ideas of forgiveness and vengeance.

"E" is for Evidence is how an engineering firm, run by one of five contentious siblings, gets struck by a fire and files a claim with the insurance company working with Kinsey.  When she investigates the incident, she finds herself framed for insurance fraud along with the company's head.  Evidence has been tampered with, and Kinsey races against time to discover, largely by determining the inner dynamics of the relationships between those five siblings, who is behind the frame-up.

In "F" is for Fugitive, an aging and ailing father hires Kinsey to exonerate and free his son, who has recently been recaptured after being a fugitive prison escapee for seventeen years after being convicted for a murder for which he claims innocence.  Kinsey goes to a sleepy coastal town with her investigation and seems to uncover one murder suspect after another with every turn.

In each of these books, there are murders to solve, and the killer, presented as a character early in the story, is invariably a surprise at the end.  Knowing this, it then becomes easier to sift out which characters the author is inserting as red herrings and which ones may well be revealed as the villains at the end.

The next book, "G" is for Gumshoe, is one that I definitely remember reading...but I'm still going to read it again anyway.  I like Grafton's writing and like to keep up with her protagonist Kinsey as her personal life gradually changes from "letter to letter"...

Keeping Perspective with Calamities

From time to time I watch science TV series like Wormhole, Cosmos, or the The Universe.  Inevitably, the topic of cataclysmic catastrophes will come up, something that I tend to be interested in. You may already know about the asteroid collision with Earth that is generally believed to have caused the extinction of the dinosaurs around 65 million years ago.   Or even lesser known, the much more devastating Permian extinction  250 million years ago when almost all life on Earth was nearly snuffed out from a chain of disasters originating from a massive, drawn-out super-volcano eruption in what is now Siberia.  But the scale of a disaster can be much smaller, and yet in our world today seem almost incomprehensible in its toll on lives and property...take a look at Nepal and what has recently happened there with those two massive earthquakes.  And if you happened to be in the middle of it, yesterday's horrible passenger train derailment in Philadelphia most likely seemed cosmic in its devastation.  But a  cataclysm can be very personal as well.  A few years ago I lost a friend of mine, a co-worker, to an auto accident not of his own fault on the Interstate when traffic slowed to a stop and a truck obliviously plowed in behind him, causing the fatal collision.  Two other friends have recently been diagnosed with cancer and have had their lives turned upside-down with it. Given our own personal fragile existence on this Earth, it then becomes preposterous to watch those same science shows and hear supposedly learned people express concern that our sun, in a few more billion years, will die out...but before doing so, will devour Earth as it greatly expands in size.  Oh yeah, right, I want to start worrying about that...

Where Are the Planets in the Nighttime Sky?

A few days ago, I was pointing out some planets in the night sky to some co-workers, only to later realize, to my embarrassment, that I had gotten it wrong.  I had correctly pointed out ultra-bright Venus in the low western sky, but then I got Sirius (the brightest night star), then in the southwest, mixed up with Jupiter, which was still relatively high in the sky.  Well, since then the Earth's orbital position around the Sun has changed, as well as that of Venus and Jupiter (and, of course, the rest of the planets).  Now, Venus is a little higher in the evening sky and Jupiter is lower...and the two, at least visually from Earth, are getting closer and closer to each other.  This summer will be a visual treat for sky-gazers as they get much closer.  Jupiter is in the constellation Cancer, Venus in the adjacent (to the west) constellation Gemini, and Mars can no longer be seen as the Sun's position is too close to it.  Mercury may be seen close to the horizon right after sunset.  Saturn is visible in the A.M. night sky, so if you want to see it, you'll have to wait until the constellation Scorpius rises in the southeast, where you'll find the "original" ringed planet...

Just Finished Reading Susanna Clarke's Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell

A while back, I read a series of books by British author Jonathan Stroud titled The Bartimaeus Trilogy, which was generally considered to be in the "junior readers" category of fiction. In it, an alternative history of the world was presented, one in which magicians steered the course of events with their magic.  Susanna Clarke seems to have picked up this theme with her 2003 novel Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell...did she mean to pay a tribute to Stroud with that first name?  In Clarke's book, an alternative  history is also in place with magic playing a predominant role...but there are some notable differences.   Set in the early nineteenth century in the middle of England's long war against Napoleon's France, magic has all but disappeared from England as the only magicians left are either illusionists, con artists, or "theoretical" magicians who only analyze the history of the magic that had been lost to them.  To these theoretical magicians, the idea of a "practical" magician who purports to practice the art elicits derision as they believe any such claimant to be a con artist.  In northern England, where magic is supposed to have been the strongest, even to the point where a magician king ruled the that part of the country for centuries, there is, in Yorkshire, a club of theoretical magicians who find themselves in a confrontation with a practical magician, a Mr. Norrell.  After soundly proving the worth of his magic in a wager...and forcing the York magicians to stop their claim to be magicians in the process...Norrell moves to London where he lobbies to resurrect the role of real magic and help England in its ongoing war against France's Napoleon.  Down the line, another magician, Jonathan Strange, emerges and the two go through a tortuous love/hate friendship/enmity throughout the remainder of the story.  But Mr. Norrell has kept a dark secret from Strange: he has reintroduced a magical fairy into England, and that sinister entity is causing all sorts of trouble behind the scenes.

Susanna Clarke's story in this novel is quite interesting enough, but the characters she introduces make it memorable.  Besides Strange, Norrell, and the obnoxious fairy, there is Norrell's wise and able assistant Childermass, his cynical London promoters Drawlight and Lascelles, the sad, trapped Lady Pole, the noble butler Stephen Black, Strange's spunky and compelling wife Arabelle, and the mysterious street magician Vinculus.  And there are plenty more characters besides these, including some historical ones...in particular the Duke of Wellington, for whom Strange works magic against Napoleon.  But Clarke never lets the number of characters get to the point where they weigh down the story.  One thing about this book, though, that did bug me a little was her extensive use of footnotes in order to establish the history of magic in England.  I felt that I had to read these, which interrupted the flow of the narrative, just to make sure I wouldn't miss out on anything.  That was a bit annoying.  But everything else in the tale, especially the clash of personalities between the open and courageous Jonathan Strange and the magically-miserly Mr. Norrell, was a big hit.  No wonder that this novel was a best-seller and award-winner...

I understand that BBC will air on its TV channel (Cox channel 228 in Gainesville) this summer a seven-part series adaptation of Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell.  I'm looking forward to seeing it, but I urge others to read the book first...

Soccer: Mexico's Liga MX Regular Season Over, Playoffs to Come

Mexico's premier professional soccer league, the Bancomer Liga MX, has just completed its Clausura part of the 2014-15 split season, and eight teams out of the league's eighteen have qualified for the Clausura playoffs, which they call the Liguilla.  The first round begins with games on May 13th and 14th.  The league's two best teams (which met in the opening Apertura Liguilla championship round last December) are the UANL Tigres (meaning "tigers"), based in Monterrey, and Club America, based in Mexico City.  America won the Apertura playoffs, meaning that they are automatically in the final 2014-15 championship round against whichever team wins the upcoming Clausura Liguilla.  Should they win that one, too, they are automatic champions (no, I was mistaken...the Apertura and Clausura champions won't face each other to determine an overall champion).  But I'm pulling for the Tigres and Atlas (from Guadalajara) as my favorites in these springtime playoffs...

Each year, the poorest perfoming team, based on a comparative three-year measure of their records, gets relegated (demoted) to the next lower league (called "Ascenso") while the Ascenso champion gets promoted to Liga MX the next year.  This year the big loser was the Universidad de Guadalajara Leones Negros (meaning "black lions") who had only been promoted into the premier league the previous year.  I felt that they got a bum deal out of this, for they were quite competitive...and the league's worst team this year, Morelia, was far behind UDG in the standings and only avoided relegation because they had a good season back in 2012-13.  But those are the rules, and I can only wish the Leones Negros a good season next year in the Ascenso league...

I'm not a big fan of having playoffs determine championships when the regular season has already demonstrated which team is the best.  In European soccer, the regular season champion IS the final champion, but for some reason in North America, no matter which sport it is, there seems to be a kind of compulsion to hold intricate, drawn-out playoffs that often elevate lesser teams to championship status, just because they get "hot" at the propitious moment.  If Liga MX had done their league's championship the way that England's Premier League, Germany's Bundesliga, or Spain's La Liga does it, the UANL Tigres would be league champion tonight since they have the best aggregate regular season record if you combine the Apertura and Clausura split seasons.  But I suppose, with the Liguilla playoffs ahead, I'll still have some exciting Mexican soccer to look forward to watching...

Just Finished Reading Dostoevsky's The Idiot

Fyodor Dostoevsky, already my favorite Russian author, can add another book to the list of my favorites with his novel The Idiot, which came out in 1869.  The "idiot" in the title is a Russian prince, a young man named Lev Nikolayevitch Myshkin, more commonly known as Myshkin, or the Prince.  He is far from being the idiot that others portray him as...his affliction is epilepsy, and in the story's opening passage he is returning to Russia from a Swiss clinic in which he has spent much of his youth under treatment.  His aim, which he eventually succeeds at, is to look up some distant relations in order to get help adjusting to living independently. On the railway trip there, he meets up with and befriends Rogozhin, a sinister character obsessed with a woman named Nastassya Filippovna.  Myshkin himself in time becomes enamored with her, but explains his affections as being of pity.  These two characters, Rogozhin and Nastassya Filippovana, keep resurfacing throughout the book.  As the story develops, it becomes clear  that the Prince, always willing to forgive and put others in the best possible light, displays in his behavior a kind of naivete that predisposes others to manipulate him instead of respecting his good intentions toward them.  At the beginning of The Idiot, I was certain that the term was an abject, unfair misnomer, as Myshkin is quite intelligent and lucid with his deeply held thoughts.   But as the story progressed, and especially toward the end, I began to have second thoughts about this.  It is one thing to have an abstract intellectual intelligence, as well as being smart enough to be able to clearly communicate to others one's thoughts.  But there is something called "social intelligence" as well that allows one to learn, through experience, how to deal effectively in the context of social relationships. In this, Prince Myshkin is sorely deficient, and his incapacity to adapt to his social situation puts him in one ridiculous, if not dangerous, circumstance after another.  Not one to give away the book's ending, I'll just say that, after having the reader teetering on the edge of despair about poor Myshkin, Dostoevsky works a little miracle of justice and mercy on this sympathetic character.

In any good work of fiction, the author puts a lot of himself or herself into the story...and also elicits a sense of empathy from the readers, a recognition within themselves of truths that are being expressed.  The Idiot, I believe, is a masterpiece at fulfilling both of these conditions.  In Myshkin's perplexity about the confounding behavior of his circle of friends and acquaintances toward him, I am totally in sympathy, as I have endured this sort of thing to various degrees for a lifetime.  But unlike with Myshkin, I feel that, at least to a modest degree, I have learned a little from my experiences...

After Car Accident, All is Restored

After my car accident on April the 20th, in which I suffered a rear-end collision while waiting at a red light with the car being totaled in the process, Melissa and I have been shuffling the use of one car between us.  But yesterday we were able to purchase a good, quality used car from another party, and as a result, will not suffer any financial setback from a circumstance that I was not at fault with in the first place.  As for me personally, after nearly three weeks I never did feel any physical pain or injury from the accident.  So we've been blessed throughout all this, and appreciate the concerns of our friends...

2015 Atlantic Hurricane Season Predicted to be Light

After last month's forecasts by various meteorological organizations of a very subdued Atlantic hurricane season for 2015, it is interesting that, more than three weeks before the official beginning of that season, we may have our first named storm.  For the last few days, there has been a tropical disturbance, starting in the Bahamas and affecting South Florida, and then drifting northward in the Atlantic just east of the Florida peninsula.  It looks as if it may well strengthen,  not to mention finally hit the mainland, most likely long the coast of South or North Carolina.  If its sustained winds reach 39 mph, it will be named "Ana".

Besides Ana, the first named Atlantic tropical storms in 2015 will be Bill, Claudette, Danny, and Erika. The experts don't expect the number to get far beyond that, though, since the Atlantic Ocean temperatures have been much cooler than usual and, as a result, work as a retardant to the development of tropical storms.  But even with that in mind, it only takes one hurricane hitting a vulnerable area point blank for a disaster scenario to occur.  So the storm hovering out in the western Atlantic right now can serve as a wake-up call for those us who live in the coastal eastern states....

A Rising Flood of 2016 Presidential Candidates

Former Arkansas governor and FoxNews fixture Mike Huckabee has announced that he is once again running for president.  Huckabee joins Carly Fiorina and Ben Carson, along with several earlier announced candidates, in what is amounting to a flood of candidacy declarations...and this a year and a half before the 2016 election.  When they all finally get there in the ring, I wonder how they're going to handle the logistics of holding debates between them.  I do know that watching news channels is going to be an even greater ordeal than usual, with these faces going to whatever lengths they can to grab headlines...or their opponents trying to put them in a negative spotlight.  Groan...

I can't believe that most of these candidates are so full of themselves that they think they will slip through and get their party's nomination, so there must be other reasons for them to run for president.  But I do think a lot of them ARE full of themselves and see an opportunity here to be the focus of attention.  Others may be running for vice-president or the cabinet of the ultimately successful candidate, hopefully from their own party...and think that by running for president this will give them more political leverage with their ambitions.  And then again, some may be running for a FoxNews job down the line!  Who knows...although each and every one of them is putting out the narrative that they just love their country and want to change it in a better direction.  I suppose, though, that the ones who last the longest in the campaign will find that their stated agendas will support the specific agendas of the wealthy organizations and individuals pouring money into their campaign funds, not necessarily those candidates who are willing to make the tough decisions to make this country stronger and give its people hope for the future...

Considering Return to Marathon Running

When I was struggling through my only official 26.2-mile marathon, the Ocala Marathon, back in 2011, I was forced to walk the last seven miles due to an IT-band injury, just below my left knee, that became excruciatingly painful to run on.  At the 19-mile mark, I asked a race worker if I could just end the race and get a ride back to the start where I was parked...she replied that I should stick it out and finish the marathon, even if I had to walk the rest of the way.  I did just that, although I felt a bit humiliated when slow runner after slow runner trudged past me.  Some of them were also rather advanced in years, well past social security retirement age.  I thought to myself then that these folks had forged for themselves a very active lifestyle and were, for their age, athletes in their own right with their marathon running...even if they were considerably slower then the younger "whippersnappers".  After that race, which I did manage to painfully finish, I decided to first heal from my injury and then focus instead on half-marathons...I've finished nine of them so far.  But that memory of the slower, elderly runners completing that marathon has stuck with me...

I'm not getting any younger myself, and in regard to running, I'm not planning on getting much faster, either.  No, I think that just perhaps now might be the time for me to redirect my efforts toward distance, even if it entails me running a bit slower in the process.  Of course, I'll need to be careful to avoid those pesky injuries that tend to plague runners.  Still, I can see me becoming a regular (albeit slower) marathon runner the way I've been doing the half-marathons for the past few years...

Major League Soccer Standings Misleading

I was looking through the sports section of today's Gainesville Sun when my eyes fell upon the Major League Soccer standings.  I saw that "my" Orlando City Iron Lions were a bit down among the teams in the East with a 2-4-2 record (with MLS, the numbers represent wins-losses-draws, while with other leagues the order is wins-draws-ties).  Down at the bottom of the division were two teams: the Philadelphia Union and the Montreal Impact.  Philly had a 1-6-3 record while the basement-dwelling Canadian team was 0-2-2.  I had to do a double take when I saw this, for this meant that one team had already played 10 games while the other had only 4. I already knew that the Impact were deeply involved in the CONCACAF (Americas) tournament involving league teams in the Western Hemisphere and had made it to the championship round.  No doubt some of its MLS regular season games had been rescheduled to make room for its tournament games...the same happens for the European leagues as well with their various extra-league tournaments.  But that still doesn't account for the wide disparity in games played.  Of course, eventually all of the MLS teams will finish the regular season having played the same number of games.  But since, on any given day, standings are computed based on 3 points per win, 1 per draw and 0 per loss, a team with fewer games played will tend to be down in the standings while one that has more games under their belt than others will have a more favorable position. Although this may present an illusory impression about the respective teams' successes, mid-season coach firings and player trades may result, based on popular reaction to the different teams' positions.  So I'm a little bit disconcerted that the various teams have such a wide range in games played, but perhaps this is unavoidable given various circumstances (including the aforementioned tourney).  Still, regarding the ongoing standings, they instead could go by an indexing system whereby the total accumulated points, divided by total games played, would determine the relative positions of the teams.  In the end it would amount to the same thing when all teams have played the same number of games, but during the course of the regular season it would give a much more accurate indication of how well or bad different teams are doing...

A Bit Out of Shape on My Bicycle

I went out again this morning on my bicycle, riding around my neighborhood for 3.4 miles.  It was clear and relatively cool for this time of year, and the air seemed drier than usual as well.  But it seemed that, no matter which direction I was riding in, I was getting the wind coming at me...and believe me, I wasn't going fast enough to cause the effect with my riding speed.  Also, in spite of the fact that my neighborhood is, for all practical purposes, as flat as a table top, I felt as if I were continually fighting my way up a gradual slope.  I think there's probably a reasonable explanation for this all: I'm out of training on my bicycle...and anything that might possibly contribute to me having to make an extra effort is going to be magnified in my mind.  But I'm going to keep grinding away and gradually step up the mileage.  The irony is that I could run the same course I just rode my bike down and come away from it with a different reaction...but I'm used to running a lot and I haven't biked regularly since 1995...even though, from time to time, I've taken the rusty old contraption out of the storage shed and wheeled around on it...

Just Finished Reading (Again) Sue Grafton's "C" is for Corpse

I'd written a little while back that I was a fan of mystery writer Sue Grafton's "alphabet" mystery series, with each book going through a letter in the alphabet, starting with "A" is for Alibi.  After skipping around from book to book in no particular order, I found myself wondering which books I had read and which I hadn't...so I decided to go back to the beginning and read them all in alphabetical order...whether I had read them already or not.  So I've read  A, B, ... and, now, the C book ("C" is for Corpse), and so far they're all books I've read before.  Still, each story was interesting, and I had the advantage of knowing in advance who the killer was...so I could examine how Grafton inserted them and certain clues earlier on in the novel.  The next Grafton book is "D" is for Deadbeat, but right now I'm in the middle of reading three other books: The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne, The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky, and Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke...

My April 2015 Running Report

In April, I kept up with my total running mileage while limiting the lengths of individual runs, managing this with multiple runs per day.  My total mileage for the month was 309, with my longest single run being for only 5.3 miles.  I ran on 29 of April's 30 days, in spite of suffering a pretty severe rear-end collision on my car on the 20th and spending the day two days later at the hospital undergoing medical tests for a life-long condition.  With both of these, I emerged with no injuries or complications...so onward with the running!

I wasn't able to run in a race this past month, but then again races are secondary for me to the daily running itself.  Maybe I'll pick and choose some races during the next few months to enter...most likely they'll be of the 5K sort.  I also got out my old rusty, cheap bicycle a couple of times and rode around my neighborhood.  Just for the sake of recording it, I rode a total of 8.3 miles with 5.0 miles being my longest ride.  Next month, though, I intend to do much more bike riding and combine that with my running...so I look forward to greatly increasing the mileage there...

Just Finished Reading Edith Wharton's Novel Ethan Frome

Published in 1911 and set in that time period in a rural New England community, Ethan Frome, a short novel by Edith Wharton (and one of those books that tend to be high school English class reading assignments), tells the story a man beset by a feeling of entrapment as he struggles between his true feelings and his strongly held sense of duty and pride.  Ethan Frome is a relatively poor farmer, intelligent and talented but duty-bound to care for his ailing parents instead of pursuing education and a career in engineering, his true calling.   After the death of his father, he hires a nurse, Zeena, to care for his mother until her death...after which he marries Zeena, who in turn takes on the role of an invalid (albeit a hypochondriac invalid).  Kattie, a young cousin of Zeena's, comes to stay with them at their farm and helps with chores while Zeena retreats further and further into her self-absorption with her own imagined illnesses.  Ethan's feelings for Kattie grow stronger and stronger, which of course causes great internal turmoil as he wrestles with jealousy over how other men treat her and his own guilty feelings about betraying his wife.  These three people are the focus of the story, and their interrelationship develops to drive the narrative to its climax...which produces a surprise ending.  

I got several different impressions while reading Ethan Frome.  The story begins from the viewpoint of an outside character who is visiting the area on a work assignment.  He sees and meets Frome, and then discovers the reason for his terrible limp: a terrible accident he suffered 24 years earlier when he was 28.  That accident, its causes, and its ramifications are the climax of the tale...although throughout the story the reader knows it is coming as part of an extended flashback narrative dominating the body of the novel.  But aside from getting a good sense of what life was like in rural New England in wintertime just before the advent of the automotive age and becoming thoroughly depressed with the dismal lives of the characters, the main thing I got out of Ethan Frome, intended or not, is that some families seem to have the need within them for someone to play the role of "invalid"...even when no one is ill or incapacitated.  Frome's mother is the invalid first and Zeena, the nurse, cares for her.  After the mother's death, the "invalid" role becomes vacant, so to speak, but then Zeena rushes in to fill it with her hypochondria.  And to confirm this, the surprise ending to the story, which I won't reveal (in case you decide to read it), further affirms this curious phenomenon in another way. Did the author mean to express this idea with this tale of a very dysfunctional family or not? Who knows, but it made a big impression on me...

Coffee Shops Like Starbucks Starting to Bug Me

For many years, I used to like to go out to diners and coffee shops...and just sit there and read, write, and study.  And after Starbucks opened its Magnolia Parke store here in Gainesville in 2000, I've gone there a lot, along with other Starbucks locations.  But in recent years I've grown tired of going out like this...besides, with so many people also going to these locations (especially to Starbucks), I often find that there is no place to sit.  I also find myself more and more irritated by the crowds and the noise, so why bother when I can stay at home and accomplish the same things while drinking better tasting and less expensive home-brewed coffee?

I'm sure that one of the big contributing factors to my discomfort at coffee shops is the fact that, now with the omnipresent Internet, customers will take their tablets and laptops there and sit for hours upon hours...making it difficult for me to find a spot for myself.  I don't want to sound like a hypocrite, though: that's what I used to do, too, and for decades before the Internet was ever an option...

Went to Yesterday's Friends of the Library Sale in Gainesville

Yesterday my son and I went to the Friends of the Library book sale on Main Street, here in Gainesville.  Will wanted to get there early on the first day of the sale, which lasts through Wednesday.  I'm glad he was keeping up with it, for I had forgotten about the sale.  We drove over there and found that parking was a bit of a problem, but managed to find an available space a healthy walking distance from the site.  When we finally walked across Main Street, we found a very, very long line of people waiting for the impending opening of the building warehousing the thousands of books that would be for sale.  The line actually went to the end of the block and curled around the corner.  One of the crossing guards said that we might as well just stand there and let the line catch up with us, but Will and I decided to just go ahead and get in line...entailing another considerable walk.  When the sale opened and we finally got inside, the place was predictably packed with book fiends (I wonder what the fire code's maximum limit of people was).  It was almost impossible to get anywhere because of the density of customers, but eventually I was able to make my way to the areas I was the most interested in.  I found a couple of 50-cent mystery novels and three foreign language Bibles: a 10-cent Spanish version, a $1 French version, and, best of all, a $1.50 Chinese/English dual translation version.  And I was able to find a book on the history of Christianity that I hope will help Melissa in her studies.  Will was also able to find some good books, and we were both satisfied with our purchases, not to mention finally getting out of that overly congested building.

The Friends of the Library sale is held each April and October.  The event's organizers were expecting a crowd yesterday, but according to an article in the local newspaper Gainesville Sun today, the turnout was much, much larger than they had anticipated.  Of course, with a good public library system like we have here in Alachua County,  I can check out books for free and then return them when finished..hoarding piles of cheaply bought books can be a bit troublesome in the long run. So I'm not quite as much of fan of the FOL sale as others...but that Chinese/English Bible was a special find...