Merry f-ing Christmas, part deux

Merry f-ing Xmas

Running Goal Reached

After a long road to recovery, I reached the adjusted running goal of 300 miles on 12/21/10!  Other notable activities were biking, which ramped up significantly thanks to spinning courses available at work, and the addition of swimming to the regimen.

 

For next year, I'm considering the following goals:

 

Running:  600 miles

Biking:  1200 miles

Swimming:  50 miles

 

Will have to figure out a lifting goal.  Maybe measured in kilotons lifted.  Can't guess right now what a good number for a year would be. . .

Another white bread NOVA party

Retraction

Post "Quotes of the drunken night" has been removed to protect the innocent.

How not to kick an extra point

Shouldn't the placeholder have gloves on in freezing rain?!?

Night tree work

Big dead limb cracked and was hanging precariously over the new truck, so I rigged a line to it and climbed the front tree with an electric pole saw near the power lines to remove it in the dark. Would cut until a neighbor drove up, wait until they went inside, then cut again in case the limb went all wonky on me and knocked out power on the block. No one saw me and the limb dropped and lowered precisely where I was aiming, didn't even touch the power line even though the end of the 20 foot branch was originally over the lines. Felt pretty good. But what felt best was hanging out, free climbed, into the tree with a polesaw in hand.

Afternoon tree job

From the tree job this Saturday. Two climbers with saws running make for interesting ground work.

Welcome to my nightmare

Will someone please explain to me why people still love this guy?

Even death can't stop him from ruining my weekend. . .

Stogie after dinner

Tired of hearing parents rant on and on about their kids, so enjoyed a little me-time with a stogie on the patio.

Thanksgiving rears it's ugly head

Nuff said!

On the home stretch

 

 

Hope the Achilles tendon holds up for another 50 miles!

 

 

Afternoon ride

Pulled out the iPhone on an afternoon ride. Safety schmafety.

Hunting time

Dave and I have taken up bowhunting. Got up early Saturday to head out to his neighbors woods, where Dave had a treestand and I set up upstream on the creek with the view shown below. After an hour and a half, we spotted four deer. They wandered just out of firing range. Have to say I liked being out in the woods in the cold, alert and waiting for the chance to strike. Have to go more often. Next time I'll teach the squirrels a lesson for yelling at me. . .

Bow ready

Installed the fiber optic sight and arrow rest. Awaiting receipt of the custom carbon arrows.

Deer beware!

LP induced musings

"God bless us everyone we were broken people living under loaded gun.
Now it can't be outfought, it can't outdone, it can't be outmatched, it can't be outrun."

It seems to me that a lot of us aren't too happy with our situation. Maybe it's immaturity, an unwillingness to accept our fate, or an awakening from all the lies we've been sold our whole lives. But I'm finding that I, like many people around me, are throwing into question the meaning of their existence and the path our environment has forced upon us. If not the meaning, then the consequences, whether they be personal or general in nature. Look at yourself, where you are, what you're doing?. Can you say that you are satisfied? Is it wisdom, faith, or the erosion of time that makes the older generation seem more content. I suppose we have a lot to be thankful for, but does that mean you should maintain the status quo?

What is happening to reason?

"God save us everyone we'll be burned inside the fires of a thousand suns, for the sins of our hands, the sins of our tongue, the sins of our father, the sins of our young."

People don't like to concede the obvious, particularly if it means that something fundamental in their lives must change. People are creatures of bad habit, happy to continue even the most ignorant and illogical behavior as long as it is comfortable and familiar. They will ride the pendulum to the very extreme, swinging further and further, laughing all the way, until the whole system crashes without ever even trying to understand why. Our history is rife with the consequences of mass ignorance.

The only question that remains is when the pendulum breaks again, will you be frightened or ecstatic?

Back to reality

Well, the Achilles injury this year was way worse than last year's ankle injury.  It cost me four months of running and forced me to do elliptical instead.  Tried a short run in June and the Achilles was still injured.  Finally, I timidly tried out a slow, short run today to test it out and so far no pain.

 

Going to re-institute a slow running program to ease back in to running starting today.  New goal for the year:  300 miles as 4 months of downtime cost me roughly 200 miles of running this year.

 

Wish me luck!

 

Progress and info to date shown below:

Testing Observation / Epic Fail

Wow. That's all I can say. Wow.

Applicable Einstein quote:

"If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?"

Hiralious.

A Copy of a Copy of a Copy

With insomnia, everything becomes a copy of a copy of a copy.

Can't sleep tonight. Just like many nights these days. Instead of laying in the bed staring at the ceiling, I decided to head downstairs and watch Fight Club instead of worrying about my nice neat flaming little shit. I had found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

Unfortunately I am unable to lose all hope. To let that which does not matter truly slide. Don't know why. For all intensive purposes there should be no hope. Global destabilization in almost every respect. No one willing or able to do anything about it. All trapped as white collar slaves working jobs we hate to buy shit we don't need. The things you own end up owning you.

When the earthquake woke me up the other morning, at first I thought either a massive explosion went off miles away or that several tanks were rolling down the street. I found myself somewhat disappointed that it turned out to be just a mild seismic event, and that in fact civilization had not ended abruptly at 5:06 a.m. on July 16, 2010 and I wouldn't be spending what would have been my workday engaging armored infantry or starring in a real-life version of Fallout 3.

Maybe I should take a Tylenol PM. After all, there's another day of work to look forward to tomorrow. . . .

New lunch item

New Lunch item, the beefcake mocha: Cup of coffee, dash of milk, dash of sugar, and two scoops of chocolate whey protein.

Mmmmm. Delicious!

Love the Benefits

Ahhhhhhhhhh . . . . . . . . . 3 weeks taken off total this year so far.

100 hours to go minimum. Plus the comp and credit time already and still-to-be earned.

Refuse to donate leave, so I'm taking the annual leave as I earn it to keep my balance at 240.

Two ten hour days per pay period and the rest nines makes for every Friday off.

Cake!

New York

I only have one thing to say about New York . . . .

"You tell Bruce Leroy: Now he has to fight me!"

No T Like OT!

New assignments came out at work. Before I had three Chapters out of 19. Now I have 5, including:

Chapter 4: Reactor
Chapter 6: Engineered Safety Functions
Chapter 15: Accident Analysis
Chapter 17: Quality Assurance
Chapter 19: Severe Accident Analysis and Probabilistic Risk Assessment

Also, assigned as a backup for one of the COL applications. Have a rotation assigned to me full time starting next month.

Boss said to let him know if I'm drowning. Only thing I plan to drown myself in is OT!

Fun sanitized email thread

A fun thread from today . . . .

-----Original Message-----
From: Person 3
Sent: Friday, April 16, 2010 10:27AM
To: Person 2, Person 1, Person 4, Person 5
Subject: RE: I am requesting your feedback by Monday 4/19/2010

I concede that it is indeed a matter of scale, and that each individual has to scale it to suit their own needs.

Personally, I find it not only liberating, but in fact necessary to extend meaning to cosmic proportions, thereby making my own experiences go to zero in the equation in order to avoid howling madness. After all, depression is a medical term for seeing what is actually there. Look too closely and who knows where it will take you.

I suppose we've put more thought into this than Franklin-Covey originally intended. But thought is not their strong suit: they are business majors.

One thing is certain: Fridays rock.


-----Original Message-----
From: Person 2
Sent: Friday, April 16, 2010 10:06AM
To: Person 1, Person 3, Person 4, Person 5
Subject: RE: I am requesting your feedback by Monday 4/19/2010

Ok, so I assumed we were talking about an individual's sense of meaning in his/her own life, as opposed to the one, the only, "Meaning of Life" that I agree is a ridiculous concept, so much that it didn't even occur to me.

I do take issue with the pursuit of meaning (lower case!) being a fool's errand. There are those of us that need the crutch of some meaning to function in life. If you like who you are or you can weather life's storms without depression, then sure, you don't need the crutch and I can understand that would be liberating.


-----Original Message-----
From: Person 1
Sent: Friday, April 16, 2010 9:42AM
To: Person 2, Person 3, Person 4, Person 5
Subject: RE: I am requesting your feedback by Monday 4/19/2010

I took the question with an "or" in mind. And the majority of people do like to think there is meaning to life, and some even try to find it. Whatever works for them.

I have come to the conclusion that there is no real meaning to life. Perhaps a purpose, but no meaning. And liberating is a great way to describe the resulting feeling. Think of yourself as a tree. Who knows, after life has left your body you may be useful.

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Person 3 Date: Fri, Apr 16, 2010 at 9:35 AM
Subject: RE: I am requesting your feedback by Monday 4/19/2010
To: Person 2, Person 1
Cc: Person 4, Person 5


By your own admission, "Life has meaning" is not a logical progression from "Person 2 finds meaning in life." In addition, does the pursuit of pleasure qualify as having "meaning." If so, on what scale? And if being alive is good, that doesn't make it meaningful. The problem is, the pursuit of pleasure fits in with the enjoyment portion of the question, not the meaning part.

As I just conveyed to Person 1, I would have no problem with the question if it were re-worded to say "Takes time to find enjoyment OR meaning in life." That way one can find enjoyment in life and not necessarily find meaning. Conversely, someone can spend their life trying to find meaning, which is a fool's errand, and not find enjoyment. To suggest that the two are inseparable is pure hubris.

As for your last question, I am perfectly comfortable with the fact that my life nor anyone else's has any meaning whatsoever according to scale. And I don't see why people find this fact depressing either. If anything, it should be liberating.

-----Original Message-----
From: Person 2
Sent: Friday, April 16, 2010 9:18 AM
To: Person 3, Person 1
Cc: Person 4, Person 5

Subject: RE: I am requesting your feedback by Monday, 4/19/2010

Alright Person 2, lets do this.

"Life has no meaning" is not a logical progression from "Person 2 finds no meaning in life". The meaning in my life is the pursuit of pleasure. Granted, I'm not very good at it, but the pursuit keeps me alive. Why is being alive a good thing? I'm not sure, any help from the peanut gallery?

What is your excuse for continuing to live, if life has no meaning?

-----Original Message-----
From: Person 3
Sent: Friday, April 16, 2010 6:37
To: Person 1
Cc: Person 2, Person 4, Person 5
Subject: RE: I am requesting your feedback by Monday, 4/19/2010

I have a question on one of the ratings:

74.Takes time to find enjoyment and meaning in life.

How does one take time to find meaning in something that is so blatantly devoid of meaning? Unless, of course, the subject is prone to musing (wasting time).

I guess you can spend your whole life looking for something that isn't there . . .

-----Original Message-----
From: Person 1

Sent: Thursday, April 15, 2010 4:57 PM
To: Person 2, Person 3, Person 4, Person 5, and other non-consequential Persons
Subject: I am requesting your feedback by Monday, 4/19/2010

All,

Next week I will be participating in FranklinCovey's 7 Habits workshop.

Please help me by taking 10 - 15 minutes to give me your honest assessment of my personal effectiveness. To participate, copy and paste the Web address below into your Web browser and respond to the questionnaire.

Questionnaire Web Address: [WEB LINK DELETED TO PROTECT THE INNOCENT]

Thank you for your time.

v/r,
Person 1

2010 on the move

Getting started on 2010 running. Been running 10 days straight. Gotta keep it up until I reach the weight goal of 225. Shown on the graph is the current progress, overlay of last year's actual mileage as a comparison, and a current trendline if I can keep the mileage up. As long as I hit 650 I'll be happy.

Running Results - 2009

To answer inquiries, I reached 502 miles running distance for calendar year 2009 on December 31, 2009. This year I hope to make 650, but I’ll be satisfied with another 500. I also hop to drop a lot more trees this year and make that paper.

Decision Point

So few choices, so much time laid out in front of you. We only change at the precipice. Like when you're staring down the barrel of an endless, unflinching destiny, and you're not sure you like what you see.

I tend to believe you can just will your way through it. But this takes enormous effort, and more energy than can be sustained for long. But I keep on going. You've got to keep moving. If you stop swimming you die.

How close do you let yourself get to the ground before you pull the ripcord?

Behavioral Patterns

Sometimes I miss doing technical work. Then I remember that I hated every minute of it.

Finding a solution to a problem was (temporarily) fun, but none of the actual work, turning wrenches, writing code, or performing experiments was worth the effort. It didn't help that the technical work I was exposed to served little other than the self-gratification of the purveyors of some antiquated science, one that would probably serve the world better if it went the way of Latin. That and cost the American taxpayer a truly exorbitant amount of money under the guise of "serving the warfighter" while accomplishing, in fact, the exact opposite.

To my unending surprise I left the technical world and entered the world of project management, fully expecting to hate this world more than anything that came before. What can I say, I'm a masochist? For some reason taking everything you've worked on for a long time and burning it to the ground appeals to me. Something about seeing all those years of school, all that time spent building up your technical expertise, and all that sweat poured out of your skin to do a good job go up in smoke just makes me smile. Charges at the base of the Burj Khalifa would have been my personal finishing touch. Good thing I'm not an architect.

What I discovered is that people are much more interesting to work with than machines and computers. I've come to realize that people operate in an eerily similar manner to those machines I used to program. They all follow a set of behavioral patterns that have been ingrained into their psyche. All you have to do is get in there and see what gears are turning. By and large, people follow a shockingly predictable path. However, people can adapt and surprise you. People you think are hopeless can step up and unexpectedly impress you. People that seem rock solid can crumble like tinfoil. It makes your job a lot more interesting when you don't know what's going to happen next. That very uncertainty has gotten under my skin, and I have come to enjoy being forced to react to situations on a daily basis.

This is all highly irregular. I used to hate talking to people and would do pretty much anything to avoid it. Now it's the cornerstone of what I do. I never thought of myself as a leader either, but that seems to be where the tide is taking me now. Life is strange indeed. When I think about going back to technical work, at least for now, it's like thinking about returning to a slow-paced, uninteresting drudgery. Like voluntarily stepping into quicksand. Maybe this is the reason it felt so good to leave that all behind, and means that I was never meant to do technical work in the first place. After all, just because you can do something doesn't mean you should. If that's the case, I'm glad I finally saw the light and got out when I could.

I wonder what turns await in the future . . . .

Back from the Brink

Total comp time hours earned since November: 80
Total overtime hours earned since January 1: 30
ND-V for Vendetta? Priceless . . . . . . at least when it finally comes

Been away from the blog for a while, so I haven't thought of anything particular to rant about. I guess since it's Snowmaggedon and I drove up 95 two days after the storm on a sea of slush/ice I could go into a long discussion of how poorly protected we are from natural disasters. I spent my time while driving on 95N at a whopping 5 mph to think about how amazingly crippled Washington D.C. was when it snowed 26" in a day and a half. Then I wondered what I would do if something big went down in D.C. while I was stuck in the traffic and the city was pretty much shut down. At least I had my dive knife and plenty of water. I suppose I would have had to hoof it back to Ashland along the railroad tracks. Such are the places my mind wanders when I get bored. This track of thought lasted until I found myself debating the lethality of a dive-knife tipped spear. But I digress. . . .

I've been working too much. 15 hours a week of OT gets pretty tiring when you're actually working the whole time. Pulled an 18 hour day last Tuesday to get a product out the door in time to meet a deadline. Repeat for a while and you'll lose your mind. I've got to get back to some hobbies. Maybe kill a tree or two. Get back into swimming or some other form of cardio. Running tears up the knees too much.

Also, this little experiment in continued destabilization of our climate has shown that Katy and I really need to put together an emergency plan. Get our rally points planned out. Contact methods, challenge-reply phrases, all that good stuff.

Guess I have another hobby to start . . . . .