Archive for December, 2006

This year, 2006

Tuesday, December 26th, 2006

As I prepare to say good-bye to this year, 2006, I thought I would share that this year was the first year that I actually fulfilled my new year’s resolution.

Knowing that I drank too much and was generally physically unhealthy, and that shaping up was an altogether daunting task, I simply resolved to take steps that would lead to better health. Changing one’s lifestyle is no easy task, so I set out to do it with baby steps.

I began by taking Metamucil every day. Fiber is, in my opinion, the single most important part of diet, and western civilization has done all it can to purge it from our diets, with disastrous consequences for health.

Second, I started a nightly regimen of pushups. I figured fiber and muscle mass would help regulate my body weight. By May, I had noticed that I was not putting on more weight.

Then the biggie: I stopped drinking in May.

And the next biggie: I began seriously cycling in July, inspired by Floyd Landis and the Tour de France.

I have lost 15 pounds since July, my legs are in great shape, and most of my beer belly is gone.

So this post is about me tooting my horn. In 2006, I got in shape. I accomplished far more than I resolved, and frankly I’m proud of myself. In 2007, I resolve to chew bubble gum and kick ass, and I’m fresh out of bubble gum.

Little windows

Tuesday, December 26th, 2006

I seem to have emerged from my pissy mindset, at least for a little while. We’ll see how long it lasts when I return to work tomorrow.

Here’s the problem: the small windows that I get to be with my son are at the absolute worst parts of the day. Both of us are crabby in the morning, and by late afternoon we’re both worn out by the day, and once again, crabby.

After many days and weeks of seeing only the crabbiness, I begin to believe that the small window through which I’m viewing contains the entire world. It’s simply not true, and thankfully my son has shown it to me over the last few days.

Most of the time, my son is in a pretty good mood. He knows tremendous joy, and knowing that gives me a deep optimism and sense of purpose for our future lives. He has lifted my spirits this Christmas, and I feel that sense of spiritual rebirth so rooted in the human archetype of the winter solstice.

Enspamulation

Tuesday, December 26th, 2006

I hate spammers.  I’ve been screwing around with some anti-spam add-ons for this blog, so please accept my apology if you attempted to make a comment but were thwarted, or if you weren’t able to see the blog at all.  At one point the anti-spam software was convinced that I was a spammer and I couldn’t even log into my very own blog.  My blog had finally turned against me.

And still another apology for this blog itself.  I am so very, very sorry.

blogging software upgrade complete

Friday, December 22nd, 2006

You may notice things look a bit spruced up. That’s because I spruced things up with the latest version of my blogging software, WordPress.

This is the default template. I may keep it, I think it looks nice. And by nice I mean average and non-threatening. At some point I’ll have to link back to the main site, vegetablesOfTheMind.com. That would, of course, assume that there is anything of value on that site, which there is not. Unless you count my Bush presidential calculator and my base converter (which oddly enough I use fairly often).
Well, enough of my yakkin’. Let’s boogie!

This one’s for you, Mom

Thursday, December 21st, 2006

Bill Haley performs “Hot Dog Buddy Buddy.” They sure don’t make ‘em like they used to.



 

Interesting documentary about autism

Tuesday, December 19th, 2006

Google video is kind enough to have aired the full 48 minute Horizon segment about Dr. Temple Grandin, an autistic woman who revolutionized the cattle processing industry.

You’ll need a high speed connection and a fair amount of time to view.

Horizon documentary on Dr. Temple Grandin

Pissy

Monday, December 18th, 2006

I’ve been in a godawful mood for awhile now. So I’ve been staying away from blogging because I usually post a bunch of melodramatic crap that noone wants to read, the kind of stuff that embarrasses me when I look back from down the road a bit.

So I’ll post it anyway. Fuck myself.

Something got screwed up in my wiring. I can actually feel my brain fighting itself. The reptile brain at the bottom just wants to drive fast and beat things senseless, screw everyone else and the consequences. The conscious layers on top are always processing in overdrive, beating back reptilian impulses with arguments of morality and social order. An hour’s commute and I’m overclocked and overheating and I can’t escape. I need a vacation, not from work but from myself. And I haven’t even gotten to work yet.

It’s no wonder I have an autistic child. I gave him those genes. At some deep root level I knew from the beginning that any child of mine would have these problems. But I ignored the instinctive knowledge. It’s simply too horrific to face.

And so I emerge from the hourlong commute at the end of the day, only it’s not the end, it’s just the beginning of the next stage, the one where the four-year-old autistic child is overclocked and overburdened and overwhelmed, imprisoned within layers of faulty evolution, frontal lobe and neocortex struggling to regulate the reptile with fractured rules of consciousness. And I realize that he is a 4-year-old 9-month-old, and I wonder if at 20 years will he be a 20-year-old 2-year-old? With my patience void and the reptile creeping out, I wonder how anyone could survive this, and ultimately what is the point of everything?

He is broken, as am I. God fucked up.

It is one thing to rationalize this as a burden placed upon my family, some sort of character test designed by the universe. We must be strong people if the universe gave us this challenge. But the argument is flawed. Underneath it all is a little boy who has no choice, who lives the majority of his life in utter frustration and rage. He is so angry, and with good reason. The universe gave him a broken brain. God gave it to him. Made in God’s image, indeed.

And so we have freewill, that explains everything, right? That humans should suffer at the capricious whim of circumstance is simply proof that we possess the gift of freewill, for the ability to choose allows us to rise above circumstance. God simply set the universe in motion, and what took over is cruel indeed, cancer and illness and psychopathy and asshole drivers and amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. Need I mention George Bush?

The casual observer may conclude that within all this drivel is a cry for help or maybe an individual who is on the verge of breaking, of “going postal.” Not to worry, I don’t work with the postal service. I’m just in one of my moods.

Mannerisms

Friday, December 8th, 2006

Yesterday at breakfast, my son was sitting on my lap munching on cereal while I ate my own. As I was chewing, he looked up at me and was suddenly very interested in my mouth. He put his finger on my lips, and it seemed to bug him that I was chewing with my lips closed, so I opened them and make loud smacking noises which he immediately mimicked.

That night, he was again eating cereal while I ate dinner and he looked straight at me while he chewed, and I realized he was chewing with his mouth closed. His deliberate, sustained eye contact and slight smile told me he was saying “Look Dad, I eat just like you!”

Bike review

Tuesday, December 5th, 2006

It’s been over a month now with my new Ibex 550 mountain bike so I guess it’s time for my review. Mine is the 2006 model, so its specs are a little different from the current model on Ibex’s website.

Overall, this bike is pretty cool and a great deal for the money. Disc brakes, Shimano Alivio shifters and front derailer, Shimano Deore rear derailer. Solid, lightweight aluminum frame and solid components. Trace suspension fork — my first experience with any kind of suspension on a bike and I don’t know how I could go back.

I’ve been keeping it clean and lubed and man is this bike quiet. The gearing is very torquey, allowing me to get up to speed quickly, but the 3rd gear front chainring isn’t as large as my last bike so I can’t go quite as fast. No matter, it’s a mountain bike so you can’t expect road bike gear ratios. The disc brakes provide quick stopping power, but the discs are both a little warped and it’s difficult to keep the calipers adjusted so they won’t rub on the pads.

Which brings me to the two big drawbacks to this bike: the front disc brake needs adjustment any time I take the front wheel off, which I need to do to transport the bike in my car; and the cranks aren’t a good match with toe clips. The toe clip straps tend to rub against the crank, which causes an annoying squeak while pedaling, and more annoyingly stops the pedals in their travel while I’m trying to put my foot in after stopping. Makes it difficult to put my foot in without looking down. The crank on my last bike is angled such that the straps don’t rub against it, so I assume that the crank on this bike was intended to be used with clipless pedals. Or maybe with narrower shoes and tighter straps. I see a pair of clipless pedals in my future, but I’ll be disappointed to not be able to ride in any old pair of sneakers. I still refuse to wear all that sissy bike clothing, but slowly I think I may get converted.

Since I’m riding purely on asphalt, I bought a pair of Continental City Contact tires, and man am I happy with them. After my 3rd ride on the stock knobby tires, I already had a puncture flat, but since slapping on the Contis I’ve gone 340 miles with nary a flat. They’ve allowed me to keep up with the sissy road bikes.

And how do I know I’ve gone 340 miles, you ask? Why, with a Cateye Mity8 cycle computer, of course! Another accessory that I don’t know how I got by without. For 20 bucks, this thing is a data powerhouse. I get my speed, average speed, maximum speed, time, and distance traveled all in a convenient thumb-sized computer device. I’ve been logging each ride’s data into an Excel sheet so I can track my progress, and one day make lots of graphs that I can put into Powerpoint presentations at the Oddfellows Local 151 behind the firehouse.

Despite the two flaws I mentioned, I’m extremely happy with this bike. For anyone looking to purchase a bike, I heartily recommend Ibex. I have dealt with their customer service and they’re extremely helpful. They are a mail-order business, but in being so they pass on big savings to the customer and their product is top-notch.