January 27th, 2013
I regret that I have not even begun to consider a Rabbit Hole Day post this year. I'm preoccupied by a particular tragedy 46 years ago today. I'll say more about that tomorrow, however.
|01:16 pm - January 27th is Rabbit Hole Day.|
x-post from crisper
Let's face it. You're in a social media rut.
Most of the time, you post more or less the same sorts of stuff that you usually post. Day-to-day pictures. Topical thoughts. Joke tweets. Shared links. LOLCAT porn. (Hopefully not LOLCAT porn.) On Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, Instagram, Google+, Pinterest… It's what your comfortable with, I know...
…but why not try something different for a day?
Lewis Carroll, author of ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND and THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS, would be 181 years old tomorrow. When Alice chased that White Rabbit down a hole, she found herself having a day entirely unlike the ones that came before or after. It was a day when anything could happen, and nothing normal did.
Alice got well and truly out of her regular life and to celebrate Lewis Carroll's birthday, we should do the same.
Wherever you live your online life, tomorrow - January 27th - try living it down the rabbit hole. Instead of the usual work and school and politics and friends and church and relationships and stuff that you have every regular day, go down the rabbit hole and experience the work, school, politics, friends, church, relationships, and stuff that you find there instead. Travel through time. Turn into an animal. Flee from assassins. Talk to your goldfish. Conquer Greenland. Sprout some extra limbs. Learn how to walk on water. Marry an insect.
In your Twitter feed. On your Tumblr. On Facebook. With Instagram. In your Google+ circles. On DeviantArt or LiveJournal or MySpace. In your own personal blog. Anywhere and everywhere, take a break from the Every Day and find your Rabbit Hole Day instead.
Your normal life will be waiting for you when you get back.
If you decide to come back.
November 18th, 2012
One of the phrases I use to motivate myself to go lift weights is "He who does not make time for exercise now must make time for sickness later."
While I've been good about exercise, it just so happened that after a particularly good workout, I got sick. =(
Today's the first day that I'm better, so I plan on hitting the gym tomorrow pretty hardcore.
But the real reason I'm posting is this:
Granted, it's only while I'm intentionally tensing my abs, but today is the first day that I actually noticed them.
This is big for a bunch of reasons. For whatever reason, I don't hold on to a lot of fat -- my percentages are routinely around 7%. If you look at my knees while my leg is outstretched, you can make out the bones quite clearly. In point of fact, the only place my body seems to store fat is my gut.
Part of the reason I started this is because one of my friends said straight up that there was no way that I was ever going to get a six-pack because of that. This is the first sign that 1) he's full of crap, 2) I'm at least determined enough to get this far, and 3) all this is going somewhere.
This is a very good start.
October 9th, 2012
|08:23 pm - Nothing is funnier than other people|
A two laughing-fit day today.
The first was brought on by a cow-orker who I actually adore very much. He went up with a couple of slides about B+ trees. The first slide said "Revovery" which prompted me to say "Ummm. Revovery?" One of my other cow-orkers quickly said "YOU CAN'T DO THAT IN MINNESOTA! THAT'S ILLEGAL!"
That set the tone, but what really did it was when my manager put the microphone in front of the guy. It was in the light of the projector. A bunch of people started laughing at that, but I can't help but think that I was laughing for a different reason: It was undeniably phallic placed over at the side of the screen.
I whispered to my other cow-orker "Well, it's nice to know that some other peoples' minds never left junior high." That set him giggling which got me started. We almost had it under control a couple of times until one of us would start up again and get the other one going. During this time, our poor cow-orker's up there -- shy as all hell -- and trying to soldier on with his presentation.
The real crown jewel of the experience was my fellow giggler trying to psych himself down by saying "Be serious. Be serious."
The second one was unexpected. We had an outbreak of Monty Pythonitis at the table. One guy was really rather full. Someone said "Oh, you have a little bit of bread left." to which he said "I'll put wine on it." Somehow, I heard this as "Oh, you have a little bit of red left".
After that bit of giggling, someone offered him a "wafer-thin mint". That started a little bit of laughing, but what really did it was when the waitress came by again and asked if we needed anything and he replied "Do you have a wafer-thin mint?" That caused a near spit take.
No hiccoughs. And you had to be there. And I'm OK with that. It made for one of the better days I've had in a while.
October 4th, 2012
So -- up until now, that was all in the past. It's been -- I don't know? -- about a month or so now?
Today, I realized that I've been a little angry the last couple of days. It's hard to pin down why, but when I was typing out an email today, I realized what was going on. It's all the working out. Maybe it's the excess testosterone? Who knows? I realized it when there was someone in my complex who I thought was going to make a comment about me driving too fast and I considered some pretty aggressive actions if he said a word. I -- of all people -- considered punching someone.
That's just not right. I'm going to keep an eye on that.
Anyway, the guiding principles behind my workout have been that form's way more important than reps and knowing how hard to push myself. It's easy to hurt yourself if you're not working right. It's easy to hurt yourself if you're trying to go fast. It's easy to hurt yourself if you try to go mind-over-matter through the feedback your body's giving you.
A strain is pretty much disasterous. That puts you out of commission for a week at least when you want to be working out. I've been there before, so I try to pay attention. If I have any doubts, then I stop, do something else, and get back to it afterwards.
Now, contrast that with the words of Arnold:
"The last three or four reps is what makes the muscle grow. This area of pain divides the champion from someone else who is not a champion. That's what most people lack, having the guts to go on and just say they'll go through the pain no matter what happens."
It was after about two weeks that my friends told me that I wasn't motivated enough. I asked how they could tell. They're not working out with me. One of them said that I didn't talk like a bodybuilder. I didn't have things that I told myself to make myself push harder.
I have one, but they deemed it gay. Fuck 'em. It's a Norwegian proverb and it's always been one of my favorite saying: "A hero is someone who can hang on one second longer".
I figured that it'd all come in time. The results will come. The comments about motivation will stop because I'll have the goods. Then I decided that it was all wrong for me to discard that, so I decided to start learning some of the stuff that bodybuilders say to motivate themselves.
A small sample:
"Bustin' mine to kick yours"
"If the bar ain't bendin', then you're just pretendin'"
"If you waste today crying over yesterday, then you'll be able to waste tomorrow crying over today"
"The wolf on the hill is not as hungry as the wolf climbing the hill" - Matty Ferrigno said that one.
"Those who cannot make time for exercise now must make time for sickness later."
"Everybody wanna be big, everybody wanna be strong, everybody wanna be a bodybuilder or powerlifter, but nobody wanna lift no heavy ass weight, but I DO!!!!" - Ronnie Coleman's beautifully insane.
"There are many times I wish I was playing 18 holes of golf instead of training on my bike in cold, miserable weather. But in the final analysis, I'd rather win the Tour de France than play 18 holes of golf, that's why I do it." - Greg Lemond
“People cannot believe I am natural because I train every day of my life as they have never trained a day in theirs.” - Alexander Karelin (after accusations about steroids)
"Hard work beats talent if talent doesn't work hard."
"Pain is weakness leaving the body."
You get the idea. Stuff 'em in my head. Say them to myself periodically. That shows them that I'm listening to them at the very least. And hey -- maybe there's something to it.
Anyway, a friend of mine on facebook read between the lines and asked me if I was lifting. He suggested I look into crossfit. A lot of people have suggested various workout things and I'm happy to look into them, but I know that I'm not going to do them. It's not what the three guys who are bodybuilders are telling me and I'm interested in understanding what it is to be a bodybuilder.
I could suggest it, I guess, but I know instantly that their response would be that I'm trying to wimp out. In a way, they're right. What makes alternate workouts interesting is the belief that maybe I could get where I want to be faster. It's essentially the dark side of the force vs. the good side. It takes millenia to become as powerful as Yoda. It takes years to become as powerful -- albeit limited -- as Vader.
I thanked him, but said that ultimately, it's not the physical fit that I'm looking for. It's the mental game that I'm interested in. Right now, I've gotta show that I've got that willingness to stick to what's put in front of me. I know I can do it. I know I will do it. I'm going to convince them. The way to do that isn't by evaluating or changing what they say. The way to do it is to buy in completely.
And it was right about then that I understood what they were trying to tell me. I'm confident in my mental toughness. I know what I'm here for. I know what I want to do. I know that I'm going to keep busting my ass to get where I want to be. Ultimately, I know that my motivation's going to be there and it's going to keep being there.
Then I realized that what I just said was pretty much the definition of taking it for granted. The point isn't for me to push myself. The point isn't for me to keep pushing myself. The point is to push myself to push myself.
And, on that bombshell, it's time for me to go to sleep. Tomorrow's a news conference about Curiosity -- which, by the way, checked in on foursquare today with the comment "One more step to becoming the Mayor of Mars". 8) I expect that the news conference is just going to be about that in the same way that the conference after will.i.am's song was transmitted back was only about the song.
...but why would I take the chance? I might miss out on something awesome!
So, I came away with rules. Things to eat. What sort of workouts they thought I could do. I signed a waiver to get into the gym at work.
Arnold Schwarzenegger -- who is pretty much god among bodybuilders -- said you've gotta let the muscles rest for 48 hours after working them, but the problem is that you want to work out all the time -- not just for routine, but because it helps people keep feeling like they're pushing themselves. It's basically the bodybuilder's dilemma.
So here's how you solve it. You have three different workouts which all target different muscles. You have arm day, you have leg day, and you have core day.
This wasn't a problem, so I got to work. Two weeks later, I realized stupidly that I didn't establish any sort of baseline, so I did a bunch of squats, pushups, and situps to see how many friends of mine could do. That turned out to be pretty useless -- I was surprisingly ahead of all of my friends with those exercises. I expect that's more an indicator of my starting level of fitness rather than my routine.
I had to think about what I was really trying to achieve. It's nice to say that you want to look cut. It's nice to make points of stuff like that, but it seemed a little disingenuous to me. There's a point where everyone gives up -- either by biology, time, motivation, etc. -- and it seemed like if I made my goal to look a certain way, then I'd lack a reason to keep going once I reached that point.
That seemed wrong. I mean, I know that when it comes to bodybuilding, I'm essentially being a tourist. But that doesn't mean that I have to act like a tourist. I want to buy into it, so I told myself that I'd stop when I decided that all the lifestyle changes felt normal to do.
|02:50 am - I'm baaaaaaaaack|
Oh, livejournal, I've been absent. But I just found the thing to bring me back to you.
First, the nonsense to catch up on. I was in LA to see Endeavour fly in. I was at a small stretch of sidewalk by LAX and we were treated to three fly-bys as well as seeing it land on the nearest runway. I finally relented and allowed ABC to interview me. I understand that they especially loved one part of that interview where the reporter asked me about all the stuff I was carrying. I was active on twitter and facebook via my phone, carrying a set of binoculars, a radio tuned to LAX's South tower frequency, and a camera. I was by far the best informed person there and the news crews started taking their cue from me announcing when "SoCal" was going to fly by again.
Secondly, the idea for the moustache has crystallized. Now I've gotta get the rest of the costume!
Thirdly -- and this is the big one -- I read a book called "Muscle" a while ago at the recommendation of an acquaintance (You're somewhere out there, danh. I know you are.). It's an interesting read about a guy who's gets bullied and scared. He decides to become a bodybuilder to act as a deterrant. He ends up as a gym rat, taking steroids, and starving himself to get more cut.
By chance, I started talking to some old friends who live in Venice. They've been lifting for about a decade now and I was reminded a bit of the mindset from that book. I decided on a whim to ask them how one becomes a bodybuilder.
They laughed at me at first. They realized I was serious eventually.
So, first thing's first. I'm pretty trim. I've had a sub-10% body fat content for a while. The last time I checked I was around 8% which is ridiculously low. Michael Phelps measures in around 6% and I oughta be a long way off from him considering that I usually blow off things like 'diet' and 'exercise' in favor of sitting in front of a screen and drinking massive amounts of soda.
That's a good thing and a bad thing. The good part is that I'm starting from a place of relative fitness. The bad part is that my abs have always been hidden under a layer of fat. I've got good abs under there, but since my body insists on putting all my fat on my belly, it's never come out.
One of the guys said that there's no way in hell that I'll ever have a six pack. Hearing that made me promise myself that I was going to work myself into the ground if I had to.
August 23rd, 2012
Mostly for my own documentation.
( Endeavour's going to the California Science Center!Collapse )
For various reasons, I'm in the process of growing out my moustache again. I still haven't decided exactly what I want to do with it. I might redo a handlebar moustache, but I have a couple of other ideas to play around with first.
July 24th, 2012
Today, Sally Ride passed away.
To the best of my knowledge, she is the first woman astronaut to have died.
The end result is that watching "The Dream Is Alive" is even weirder now since Challenger, Dick Scobee, and Sally Ride feature prominently in it.
One thing I am quietly pleased about: No one is making a big deal of the fact that she was a lesbian. She didn't make a big deal out of it in life. I'm sure she'd much rather be known as the first American woman in space and for all the work she did in popularizing science than who she chose to sleep with.
June 6th, 2012
What follows here is an email that I sent out at work. On the occasion of Ray Bradbury's death, I came to work without a hat. I wrote this email to forestall the inevitable queries about this momentary disturbance of my habit:
Those of you in Eagan won't have noticed, but some of you in the Fremont office may have noticed that probably my most distinctive feature is missing today: my hat.
Today is not a day for hats. Let me explain.
In 1995, one of my high school (yes -- high school. This is your cue to feel old, people.) English teachers encouraged me to go to the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books which was being held that year at UCLA.
I was the sort of kid in high school who preferred to stay home and read or write code -- I can't imagine that I'm the only person who felt that way in this august company. In any event, I decided to go.
One can only look at so many books when one hasn't properly entered the workforce and cannot possibly hope to afford all the things he might want. Out of self-preservation, we looked at the schedule of speakers and thought we'd sit in on a few of the panels.
My eyes fell instantly on a name in the afternoon block: Ray Bradbury.
I've always been a fan of science fiction and fantasy. Call it an inherited taste from my father. Call it just plain good sense. But when it comes to fantasy and science fiction, few people have blended the two as beautifully as Ray did.
I knew instantly that I simply had to go.
Those of you who have had the pleasure will know, but I suspect that most people never had the opportunity to hear him speak. Ray Bradbury gave these wonderful speeches about his life and all the things he'd done. He usually tied them around a theme. In his later years -- especially after his wife passed away -- he wrote them around love.
He'd say that he was the world's greatest lover and point out that everything he did, he'd done out of love.
I won't attempt to recount his stories. The man did it much better himself and I'm fortunate enough to have a copy of his speech from 2007. I've put it on my home server and I'd encourage you to download it. In my estimation, it's worth your time.
After the talk, he went to a signing area. I purchased a copy of my favorite Ray Bradbury book: The Martian Chronicles. My friend & I were kinda goofing off when we met him, but he was so touched by our genuine admiration for him that he exclaimed: "I think I'd like to adopt both of you!"
As it happens, my friend had just gotten a voice recorder and he decided to start it running while we were talking to Ray, so this was actually recorded. I have the .wav somewhere on a zip disk.
After that afternoon, I never missed another L.A. Times Festival of Books, nor did I ever duck Ray Bradbury's panels. Every year, I'd drag a new friend along and I'd buy a book as a gift for someone -- it was a good excuse to talk to him again.
As the years went by, he eventually had a stroke. I remember being a little worried about how it might have affected him. The next time I saw him was at the premiere of a play based on his work that a friend of mine was in. I tentatively approached his table where he was seated in his wheelchair.
He looked at me, smiled, and said "Hi testing4l! How the hell are you?"
Truth be told, the loss of his wife affected him much more than his stroke ever did. It was those later years in which he'd deteriorated somewhat. But every year I saw him, he'd light up a little when he signed my book.
Not so long ago -- maybe 4 years ago? -- he pledged to never again attend the LA Times Festival of Books because he was incensed that they'd removed the book review portion of their newspaper.
He held to that promise, so the last time I saw him was under that hot afternoon sun, signing books at the UCLA campus. I remember the woman ahead of me mentioned that she saw a picture of him during his younger years and told him that he was hot.
It is in mourning and respect that I have elected not to wear a hat today. Truly, if my hat were ever to be off to anyone, then it should be off to the sheer volume of writing that Ray put out there. The world is a poorer place for his loss.
One last note: A carnival man from Ray's youth exclaimed "LIVE FOREVER" at him. He'd often point out that after a fashion, he would live forever. You can go to any library and find him between other giants of the field, Isaac Asimov and Arthur C. Clarke.
He'll certainly live forever in my home.