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!