Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Gibson's been writing near-modern fiction the last half decade or so and "Zero History" is a phenomenal follow up to "Pattern Recognition" and "Spook Country." It isn't really science fiction though it is drenched in technology. Most striking about all of it is Gibson's clean, crisp prose. His economy of word and minimalist, fast-paced narrative makes his works extremely hard to put down. And I usually tear through his books in only a couple of nights. "Zero History" was no exception.
Already looking forward to Gibson's next book. Maybe even catch him on his next tour. If he writes another book and tours?
Monday, October 25, 2010
The usual conflict: Me against myself. I win by pushing just a bit further. A bit faster. A bit longer.
Won today. Plan to keep winning. For a long, long time.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Went ahead an ordered some prescription goggles. Should help with my anxiety in open water. Right now, I can barely see the opposite end of the pool. And when I'm in open water, I can't see the shore from more than about 25 meters away. So I splurged on goggles calibrated to my bad vision.
Anyway, much better mood, now. Amazing what some exercise will do for you.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
I don't like days like this. Or their associated nights. I don't want to waste another minute of my life in a waking state of sullen hibernation. Boredom does not become me. We're bitter foes. A whole world outside that door, and I'm tethered to a keyboard on a Saturday night.
I could go on. I won't. Such stark realizations me grumpy. So I let the house sleep.This too shall pass.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Fortunately, for all my loathing, it is an exceptional workout. Profuse amounts of sweating. Muscle soreness. And a releasing sense of getting tired. Just hope I'm able to adapt. Make some gains. Condition this mortal coil to a point where 5K isn't so strenuous.
At least I have a new goal.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Sarte haunts me. But I get him. Now. Only took 30+ years. But I get him.
It comes down to choices. We are each the product of our choices. Good and bad. If I'd married the first girl I loved, I wouldn't have the children I have now. If I'd never read and memorized Shakespeare, I wouldn't have the bride I have now. If I'd never been caught in corporate "downsizing," I wouldn't have been so willing to leave Atlanta to rejoin my family and friends on The Gulf Coast. What seemed soul rending becomes a blessing, over time. And what appeared golden fades. We make these choices so flippantly, not realizing the potential impacts later. But everything we are or will be is based on our choices.
It is just a matter of making the right ones at the right time.
Therein lies my rub.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Swam at the gym. 1400 meters. Twenty eight laps. Not graceful. Or energetic. Wanted 1600 meters. But couldn't clear my head. All these fears of open water. Not seeing or touching the bottom. A fear of sinking. My heart coming up in my throat. Paralyzed. Dropping into the depths. Not the good fear, either. The bad stuff. Filling me with doubts.
Liam's picked up some classes at the gym. Parisi. Hoping it improves his abilities. Maybe he'll develop some physical skills at an early age. Unlike his old man. Cindy does cardio while waiting on him, On her own quest. Meg does ballet and jazz on Mondays. Cheerleading on Wednesday & Saturdays. All of us getting fit.Whoddah thunk?
If only I could sleep as well as them each night...
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Started with the dog. At 11P, Meg sashays out of her room and says, "Look who I found!" Then proceeds to fire up the crying and complaining machine, until I let her go into our bed, and sleep next to her mother.
At midnight, I try to put Meg in her own room. Just as her head touches her own bed, she bolts wide awake. Then proceeds to fire up the crying and complaining machine. Cindy won't go in Meg's room, so once again Meg is back in our room.
I try to sleep on the sofa. But that damn dog. It starts SNORING. And by 1AM, I can't take it. Slip back into my room. Where Meg wakes up and starts fussing.
For most of the next five hours, I get kicked and punched seemingly every couple of minutes And after the fight, I have to get up and go to work, for an early downtime. Being so sleepless is like being hungover without the pleasure of drinking the night before.
And my insomniac's hangover lasts all day.
Monday, October 18, 2010
We averaged about 12MPH, better than the 10MPH with his old bike. And road three big laps, for a total of six miles. No injuries. No close encounters or disagreements. Just hanging out and listening to the road hum beneath our wheels.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Mom found a new ride for him! It's a touch too big. Right now he can barely get his tiptoes on the ground while on it. But he'll grow. And he can ride it, once he gets started. Loves the gears and the obvious speed improvement. Doesn't like such tenuous starts. Part balancing act and part controlled fall. There's not much complaining though. He realizes he's just getting started and will only improve from here.
He did straddle the center bar, once. That wasn't pretty. But he didn't let it defeat him. He stuck with it.
Meg had a spill of her own today, too. She straddled the center bar, too. Then wiped out on the side of the road. Cut her knee. Lots of tears. But she toughed it out and made it home by her own power.
Proud of both of them. And glad we can enjoy the time outside, together. Being active and happy. Enjoying it while it lasts.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Gulfport's Fall Festival, this morning. Meg's entire cheerleading team was on their own float. Cindy was tasked with being an official nurse at the First Aid station. So I managed the kids. Had Meg on site by 8A. They rolled out at 9A.
A couple of hours at the gym followed. Back, biceps, and 1200 meters of swimming. Then Liam headed off to Bryce's house. Cindy, Meg, my Mom, and I had Mexican food in Long Beach.
And we all lived happily ever after.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Afterward, Meg thanked us. Profusely. Apologized for the yelling and the tears. Made the adventure worth our effort.
Felt like she was apologizing for all of it. All the yelling. All the tears.
Our adventures with the kids are worth the effort. Even the painful digging.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
All told, about twenty two miles for the round trip. From the Super Walmart, in Pass Christian, over the restored Pass bridge, into downtown Bay St Louis, and back again. On the return trip, coming off the bridge, I hit 29MPH. A record for me. Patrick (barely visible ahead of me in the picture) hit 35MPH. Of course he's an avid cyclist (President of the local bike club) and was rocking a tri bike.
A truly spectacular ride. No traffic. Perfect weather. And a good pace, for a beginner like me. Hoping to go again on Sunday. One thing is for sure, I need more water bottles!
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
A billion people watched the rewards of their labors. For one day, we were all in agreement that something "good" happened by our own hands. We saw what we can do when we band together for a common cause.
If only we could agree more often...
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
First time I swam in more than a week. I don't know if it was the recovery period, the suit, or the fact that the water was cold enough to liquefy helium, but I was carving through the water at a great pace.
Late night, though. The sun had nearly gone. And gnats were prowling. I only put in 800 meters. But they were good, strong laps. Might try some more in the morning, before work. Only hope they aren't so chilling.
Monday, October 11, 2010
The training has been going well. In the pool, I've worked to the point when I can swim a whole mile. I routinely bike 17 - 20 miles. But I'm still working on my form while running. It'll come though. The results? I'm down to 189lbs. (From a high of 217lbs.) The first time I've been below 190 in more than a decade. Sadly, the least I've weighed in my 30s. But my waistline is down from nearly a size 35 to a size 31 (or possibly less by now.)
The kids had a good summer. They're having a great school year. All A's, both of them. And they're both in Gifted Programs.
Cindy's trying to go back to school. Get her Nurse Practioner's degree. Could be finished by December, 2013.
We mark our lives with a series of small victories. But sometimes I lose sight of the path we're trying to take. But I think I've found it. Or something like it.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
It isn't a once-in-823-years event, though. Not sure where that sudden urban myth came from. But this October has the exact same days as 1982, 1993, and 1999. The next October with a repeat occurrence will be 2021.
However, 101010, in binary, represents the number 42. Therein lies the rub.