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Monday May 16, 2005 | Weights & Jogging | Exercise |
I read Scott Jolly's post on the question of lifting weights before or after running...
I have to agree that Regular Squats and Peak Running Performance are simply not compatible. However, I'm not pursuing competitive weight lifting nor competitive track results. So, if I can accept slower 5K times, I believe that strength training and running are in fact complimentary. I alternate days... therefore I lift weights before and after running, depending on your frame of reference :-)
But the reason for this post is that I have just discovered a new challenge that Scott didn't ponder... Weights WHILE running. I started with a pair of neoprene coated 2lb cast iron hand weights. That doesn't sound like much at all! Heck, I used to weigh 35 lbs more than I do now... But those four extra pounds really cranked up the running effort. I'm going to make that a regular component of my running from now on...
Scott... give it a try. It'll make running without the hand weights feel like you're floating across the track :-)
May 16, 2005 06:20 PM EDT Permalink
Saturday May 07, 2005 | Budget Rent-A-Scam | General |
Be very careful with Budget Rent-A-Car (although possibly other rental companies are as bad). Last week I rented a car from Budget's Newport News airport counter for a three day customer visit. I added a day to my trip to visit a client in DC, about 200 miles away. As instructed by my travel agent, I called Budget and left a message letting them know I'd be dropping off the car in DC. I expected there might be a small drop-off fee. What I got, when I checked the car into Reagan International, was a $625.00 drop-off fee! That's a significant percentage of the value of the cheap little compact car I rented.
Turns out that some Rental Car facilities are franchise locations. They own their own cars. And if you drop it somewhere else, they charge $3.00/mile + $25.00. Ouch.
Lesson learned: Don't rent from a franchise location if there is any chance you'll need to alter your travel itinerary in-flight (which is always a possibility, especially *if* you rent from a franchise location :-).
Personally, if I were in charge of our Corproate travel policy, I would blacklist franchise rental car locations if an alternate preferred vendor (eg: Avis, Hertz, etc) has a non-franchise counter at that same location.
May 07, 2005 01:17 PM EDT Permalink
Monday May 02, 2005 | Signing Off | Personal |
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Tuesday April 26, 2005 | Sun "Kit" | Computers |
Have you noticed the increasing use of the term 'kit" to refer to a
hardware vendor's products? Articles will refer to, for
example, Sun's "kit", when discussing our latest servers or
storage and desktops.
I really like that term - because it drives home the point that when you are in the market to purchase "kit" from a product vendor, you sign up to be the kit builder. And for the hobbyist out there, that can be really fun and educational, even thrilling to some degree.
Many of us grew up building kits.
I *loved* building ships, trucks, airplanes, tanks, cars, rockets, etc.
It was a blast, and possibly contributed to (and/or was because of) my
engineering mindset. The sense of accomplishment of building highly
realistic, detailed and customized models, from a bunch of bare parts,
is quite rewarding.
However, most IT shops I work with are less interested in the process of constructing their own unique one-off configurations from collections of parts (kit). I applaud clients for their increasing demand for solutions built from established patterns and reference implementations. I applaud IT vendors for their increasing portfolios of pre-integrated and hardened solutions.
Kit building is a great weekend hobby for kids (and adults). But when it comes to running our businesses and defending our country, we need to leverage, as much as possible, the experience and factory integration of trusted IT solution vendors. For some, it is hard to give up the thrill/challenge of the IT equivalent of "junk yard wars". But there are even more interesting and higher-valued challenges and rewards awaiting those who free up their time from the tyranny of the "nuts and bolts".
The following is a great weekend hobby project. But you don't need to let your IT projects look like this...

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Saturday April 23, 2005 | Gadget Envy | Humor |
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Wednesday April 20, 2005 | The Cremation of Sam McGee | Personal |
This is a poem my dad memorized when we were growing up. I'm not
really a "poem" kinda guy, but I think I'll pass this one down to my
kids, maybe around a campfire (we love to camp). I got thinking
about this because my 9 year old son needs to memorize a poem for
school. This is a little long (and a little dark) for a school
assignment, but I'm glad it got me to dust this one off. The surprise
ending makes it particularly fun for a campfire setting.
Here is the poem, by Robert W. Service. Some background on the author and the motivators for this poem follow. Read it with a haunting kind of tone (sort of like this). Enjoy.
The Cremation of Sam McGee
There are strange things done in the midnight sun,
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen strange sights,
But the strangest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam ‘round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he’d often say in his homely way that “he’d sooner live in hell.”
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see;
It wasn’t much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.
And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o’erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and “Cap,” says he, “I’ll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I’m asking that you won’t refuse my last request.”
Well, he seemed so low that I couldn’t say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
“It’s the cursed cold, and it’s got right hold till I’m chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet ‘taint being dead--it’s my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you’ll cremate my last remains.”
A pal’s last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.
There wasn’t a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn’t get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: “You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it’s up to you to cremate those last remains.”
Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows—O God! how I loathed the thing.
And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I’d often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.
Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the “Alice May.”
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then “Here,” said I, with a sudden cry, “is my cre-ma-tor-eum.”
Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.
Then I made a hike, for I didn’t like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don’t know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.
I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: “I’ll just take a peep inside.
I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked;” . . . then the door I opened wide.
And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: “Please close that door.
It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear you’ll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve been warm.”
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen strange sights,
But the strangest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
Robert W. Service, a Canadian poet and novelist, was known for his
ballads of the Yukon. He was born in Preston, England, on January 16,
1874. He emigrated to Canada at the age of twenty, in 1894, and settled
for a short time on Vancouver Island. He was employed by the Canadian
Bank of Commerce in Victoria, B.C., and was later transferred to
Whitehorse and then to Dawson in the Yukon. In all, he spent eight
years in the Yukon and saw and experienced the difficult times of the
miners, trappers, and hunters that he has presented to us in verse.
During the Balkan War of 1912-13, Service was a war correspondent to the Toronto Star.
He served this paper in the same capacity during World War I, also
serving two years as an ambulance driver in the Canadian Army medical
corps. He returned to Victoria for a time during World War II, but
later lived in retirement on the French Riviera, where he died on
September 14, 1958, in Monte Carlo.
Sam McGee was a real person, a customer at the Bank of Commerce where Service worked. The Alice May was a real boat, the Olive May, a derelict on Lake Laberge.
Anyone
who has experienced the bitterness of cold weather and what it can do
to a man will empathize with Sam McGee’s feelings as expressed by
Robert Service in this poem.
April 20, 2005 06:10 PM EDT Permalink
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Monday April 18, 2005 | Sun's Performance Evaluation | Personal |
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Thursday April 14, 2005 | 80 Mile River Ride | Exercise |
I visited one of our customers yesterday: Patrick Air Force Base. The drive over the causeway leading to the Atlantic Ocean reminded me of the regular weekend bike rides I use to enjoy years ago when I lived on the east coast of Florida. I had bought a Trek 1200 road bike and a group of us would meet at a friend's house in Indian Harbour Beach early on Saturday mornings near the southern tip of Merritt Island. We'd generally cross Mathers Bridge (a historic little scissors style bridge) and head up Merritt Island towards Satellite Beach and Cocoa. The ride offers stunning views of the Banana River and Indian River (part of the Intercoastal Waterway). We'd take various routes, but one time we made almost to the shadow of NASA's huge Vehicle Assembly Building (VAB) at the Kennedy Space Center. We'd sometimes head west across the river and begin the southern trek thru Rockledge and eventually we'd find our way back across one of the bridges to Merritt Island. Other times we'd head east to the ocean's edge and travel on A1A. We'd generally ride 60-80 miles. The route shown below was an 80 miler that took about 5 hours at an average rate of 17-20mph, along with a few short rest/hydration stops. That was my final prep ride before the "Sea Side Century" - a 100 mile bike ride/race event I completed one morning in 1990. Whew! That extra 20 miles was a killer. But all the rides were great fun and great exercise.


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Monday April 11, 2005 | Destinations Beyond: World Tour | Personal |

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| Da Vinci Code: Debunked | Personal |

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Saturday April 09, 2005 | Project Lifecycle Cartoon | Computers |

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Friday April 08, 2005 | Stocks: SUNW -vs- IBM, HPQ, MSFT, ORCL | Computers |

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Saturday April 02, 2005 | MiniDisk -vs- MP3 | General |

A recent Sun blog extolled the praise of the Sony MiniDisk. However, in my opinion, the MiniDisk is no longer a viable technology. I'll explain my thinking and offer reasons why you should consider an alternative - the MP3 player/recorder.
Note that I desire a portable device that can also record. I record some meetings, presentations, and voice dictation/reminders. But I also have the desire to record live concerts and gig band rehearsals in higher-quality stereo (I play the sax). I also like to jog listening to MP3s and/or the FM radio.
The $80.00 Sony ECM-MS907 is a perfect stereo mic for field/live recordings of meetings/presentations/concerts, etc. I've heard the $450.00 Rode NT4 is even better, but that's just too much for my taste.
Given that, here are my thoughts on portable MiniDisk -vs- MP3 devices:
April 02, 2005 05:33 AM EST Permalink
Thursday March 31, 2005 | Japanese Soup & Salad | Personal |

Don't get me wrong... I love meat! And vegetarians are fun to tease. Of course, they will probably live longer than I... But good eating is one of life's great sensual pleasures. A nice steak and a glass of Merlot with my wife and/or good friends (I travel a lot) can't be beat.
Regardless, I must admit that when I visit a Japanese Steak House restaurant the best part of the meal is the miso soup and the ginger dressed salad... both 100% vegetarian. Hmmm. Could I have more in common with my misguided brethren than I think? :-)
Here are recipes for these two starters. The ingredients are pictured below.
Japanese-style Ginger Salad Dressing [1.5 cups, ~12 servings]
Mince the garlic and ginger into 1/8" (or so) peices. Pour olive oil, soy sauce, rice vinegar, lemon juice into a blender. Add the minced garlic, ginger, and celery. The tahini (ground sesame seeds, aka: sesame butter) adds a nice flavor if desired. Consider sesame oil if adding tahini. Add the dijon mustard, honey (not too much) and pepper. Blend on medium speed for about 8-10 seconds... just enough to blend the mixture into a consistent almost creamy texture - but not long enough to completely puree the minced garlic and ginger. Pour into a glass jar and chill until serving. The flavor is even better the next day. You'll go through it quickly, so consider making a larger batch.
Japanese-style Miso Soup [4 bowls, 4 servings]
In a medium saucepan, bring the water (and dashi granules if you are using those) to a boil. Ladle out about 1/2 cup of the boiling water, and reserve. Reduce heat to medium, add cubed tofu, cover, and cook for 1 to 2 minutes. If using spinach or bok choy instead of dashi, add it now (optionally add scallion at this point as well) and simmer for 1 to 2 minutes, or until the greens are tender. Remove soup from heat.
Blend miso into reserved hot water. Stir into soup. Ladle into bowls, and garnish with scallion (if you didn't add it already). Serve immediately.
Note: Dashi is a basic stock used in Japanese cooking
which is made by boiling dried kelp (seaweed) and dried bonito (fish).
Instant dashi granules are sold in conveniently-sized jars or packets
and vary in strength. Add more dashi to your soup if you want a
stronger stock. You can use yellow, white or red miso paste for this
soup. Yellow miso is sweet and creamy, red miso is stronger and saltier.

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