Friday, May 29, 2009

And I feel, so much depends on the weather

The rains, they come early this year....

Even though hurricane season does not officially start until June 1, apparently, the rains that typically come with it have already arrived this week (and I think last week too). We had our daily, afternoon rain shower blow throw every day this week, and today was no exception.

These daily storms are rather pesky to me, as I try to swim in the afternoon and the majority of pools around here are outdoors and close when there is lightning (and sometimes just thunder) in the area. So, the rain tends to vex me, particularly when it stays after 5 p.m. (The storms usually blow in just after noon, and stay a few hours.)

Today was particularly vexing, as it was not really raining at work, but as I drove closer and closer to the pool, the rain got worse and worse. It was even to the point that as I got closer, lightning started to happen.

So, when I was about a mile away from the pool, and after a flash of lightning, I turned toward home instead assuming the pool was going to be closed for the remainder of the day (30 minutes from the last lightning flash, and given that the storm didn't seem to be dissipating yet, there was likely to be a few more flashes).

Hopefully, I'll have better luck tomorrow with getting in to swim. Have a good weekend....


Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel, when the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?

Monday, May 25, 2009

And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse;
 Drop another line like a coda with a curse

Happy Memorial Day!

Today is the first day this month that I won't be working and I'll be in Florida... which should hopefully lead to some generalized recovering. Though I may try to go see a movie (Angels & Demons, perhaps).

But in any case: have a good day.


I want something else, to get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of life; baby, baby
I want something else,
I'm not listening when you say good-bye

Friday, May 22, 2009

If you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it...


At the moment, I am in Chicago, IL for work. During a break yesterday afternoon I managed to get over to the Art Institute Chicago for an hour or so (during their extended, free--thanks to Target--evening hours on Thursday) and got to see one of my favorite paintings for the first time in person: Georges Seurat's A Sunday Afternoon on La Grande Jatte (pictured above).

I also saw Caillebotte's Paris Street; Rainy Day at the Institute, as well as 6 of Monet's Haystack/Wheatstack series and models Daniel French made for the Abraham Lincoln statue in the Lincoln Memorial (did you know there's an American flag drapped around the back of the chair?).

However there was much more to see than I had time for, for example:
But next time, next time....


And on the way he found Ruth
Gladys
Rosemary
and Irving

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Get up and go

I'm about to get on a plane for Chicago, but a brief quote from The Three Musketeers (before I finish it--I'm almost done) before I do so:

....Athos believed that everyone should be left to his own free will. He never gave advice but when it was asked, and even then he required to be asked twice.
    "People, in general", he said, "only ask advice not to follow it; or it they do follow it, it is for the sake of having someone to blame for having given it."
--Ch.34 of The Three Musketeers by Alexander Dumas


If you're so tired of moving slow, go...

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Who can explain it, who can you tell you why;
 Fools give you reasons, wise men never try...

Once again I am at an airport; today in Charleston, West Virginia's Yeager Airport (CRW). And similar to my departure last week from FAT (Fresno), once again a Louisiana college sports team of about 20 individuals is waiting along with me. Today, I sit with the Tulane baseball team, who apparently have just finished a tripleheader with Marshall University (and are also, it appears on the flight before mine at my gate). Last week at the airport I waited with the Louisiana Tech softball team, who were apparently in Fresno for the WAC Conference Tournament. (And I'll just point out, that during my stay in Fresno, the Sierra College baseball team was at my hotel for a few nights.)

Now, the interesting thing I noted about these two teams: the women (softball) were dressed in sweats and t-shirts, the men (baseball) in coat & ties. All members of the Louisiana Tech team had some element/logo on them, tying them together and identifying their school; and while the Tulane team's suits greatly decreased their logos, a few still have bags or a tie with the school's name present--still enough to discern they are together (besides, a group of twenty 18-21 year-old males all wearing suits is somewhat of an anomaly). To both team's credit, neither party had/has baseball caps on, which given the indoor nature of the gate-waiting environment would be somewhat out of place (though about half the baseball players do have sunglasses propped on their head, even though the sky is fully overcast and the sun not bright--we are also indoors).

Actually, when I first ran into the softball team (they were blocking the check-in desk), I was somewhat surprised that they were dressed "down", so to speak; and not even wearing something uniform (not an actual uniform, mind you, just a similar guidelined outfit: like khakis and a school/team shirt). In my own personal experience, my college coach required that the team wear coat & tie when we traveled; which I presume was to aid/assist in an elevated view of the group as we traveled. (The requirements, by the way, did not extend to recommendation/restrictions on the ties, and led to some very cool, non-conservative variants--my personal favorite was a Cat-in-the-Hat tie, which I now bemoan not really having a place/opportunity to wear.)

So, I was surprised these young ladies were not dressed better. When I saw them, I was not quite sure whether this was because:

  • softball tends to be more relaxed than swimming (I'm not even sure that's possible);
  • women's athletes dress codes when traveling vary from men's (perhaps to present to society that "here are women's athlete's and it's ok for them to be here"); and/or
  • maybe society has decayed so much in the decade since I was a college, that to get current young adult athletes to dress up for travel is just beyond the scope of things.

Now, some of these reasons were partially abated when I saw portions/most of the 60+ member Washington University in St Louis track & field team, scurrying through the Charlotte airport to make their flight. As I kept passing 2-3 members of the team, scattered in their race to the gate like a marathon field, I kept seeing school t-shirts and sweat pants. To their credit, the shirts they did have on were fairly uniform, enough so that each was wearing a school shirt; but all-in-all it did look somewhat like they'd come fairly straight from the track to the airport.

But back to Fresno: I'm still somewhat perplexed as to the reason for the women's dress in leaving California. But as in both instances, I myself was dressed down as well, I will not judge too harshly. Then again: I wasn't traveling in a group, representing my institution of higher learning....

However, I would like to send my kudos to the Tulane coaches and team for their appearance: I think better of your institution and team because of it. As for the LA Tech team, might I recommend having at least a light dress code? Say jeans/khakis with a team shirt? Or if the team wears sweats, that they all wear the same sweats?


Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger
You may see a stranger across a crowded room
And somehow you know, you'll know even then
That somewhere you'll see her, again and again

Friday, May 15, 2009

Funnyman, listening, to the world turn in on itself

Greetings from the Charlotte airport. I am on my to Charleston, West Virginia at the moment, for a clinic this weekend for work. This is my third trip in as many weeks, and I currently have my longest layover so far: 2+ hours here in North Carolina (fun, fun, fun--but at least it's around lunchtime, so I'll be able to grab some food). Now if only I can find a vacant rocker to sit in....

My morning has been rather uneventful, with only a few minor things of note happening while I awaited my flight in Fort Lauderdale:

  • A gentleman dropped his $10 breakfast (of eggs, bacon and potatoes--the expensive one, though I think all the option were overpriced) as he was sitting down to try to eat it. (The pesky clear-plastic lid on his to-go container broke free of the base, and slipped out of his hand. And what didn't fall out when it fell, proceeded to escape when he attempted to pick it up off the floor.)

  • The staff at a neighboring gate with a flight headed to Las Vegas made an announcement that the passengers there were headed out on a 5-hour flight, and that it might be a good idea to grab some food in the terminal to take with them on the plane. (This partially because there would be a limited amount of food available for purchase on the plane.)

  • A woman in her mid-40s who fell asleep so soundly that her light snoring (or loud breathing, depending on how one wants to call it) didn't wake her. (Some airline reps kindly woke her up for the flight--although the rep did need to try to do so two times, about 5 minutes apart....)

All in all, not terribly exciting, I know, but I will break off at this point, as there are people to watch, a rocker appears to be opening and I must pounce!, and I may try to read some more of The Three Musketeers (you hear that Danielle--how are you keeping up?). Hasta... (oh, and I may be in a KT Tunstall junkie phase...)

Funnyman, got a plan, to be something wonderful
Funnyman, listening, to the world turn in on itself
Tuning in, to a brand new universe
Funnyman, could never be, anything else

Monday, May 11, 2009

How did we wind up this way?
 Watching our mouths for the words that we say

I am back from the 2009 USMS Short Course Nationals, which were this past weekend in Fresno, California. The meet went about as well as I could expect, given that my training the past month and a half or so has been rather non-existent (swimming once per week not really ideal). However, my event sign-up strategy seemed to work out alright (I entered the meet in the middle of the aforementioned non-training spree, so I tried to pick things I could be ready for).

Anyways, times from the meet:

Thursday (5/7):

  • 1000 free--10:37.18 (5:13/5:24)

  • 1650 free--18:08.79 (5:21/5:33/5:36; 10:54 at 1000)--I'm not sure how much swimming the 1000 a few hours earlier, or the lunch I had between the 2 events, really played... but it was interesting.

Friday (5/8):
  • 50 fly--24.92

  • 200 free--1:58.41 (27.11/29.83/30.79/30.68; 56.94/1:01.47)

  • 100 back--59.92

  • 50 free (relay)--23.83

Saturday (5/9): Yosemite!


Sunday (5/10):
I needed to fly back to FL, which took most of the day, so I only entered the first event so I could get to the airport after it....
  • 500 free--5:02.36 (Out faster at the 100 (56.82) and 200 (1:57.76) than what I went in the 200....)

All in all, not completely terrible, though not quite on par with last year's meet... will need to do some things differently moving forward.


Well your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
But you never seem to run out of things to say...

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Swim to the ocean floor

Greetings from Fresno, California.

Today, I played hookie from the 2009 US Masters Nationals (that are here in Fresno, starting Thursday and going through tomorrow/Sunday), and dragged my dad and sister up the road an hour or so to go to Yosemite National Park. (The picture at left is near the entrance to Yosemite Valley, with El Capitan on the left and Half Dome in the center.)

Actually, it wasn't so much hookie, as a way to spend a day with my dad and sister, who I've not seen in about a year (I also didn't enter any events today at the meet).


The drive was actually kinda cool: starting out with some vineyards on the outskirts of Fresno before gradually working it's way up in elevation through some open fields and then into the mountains in Sierra National Forest. (Elevation on the drive topped out over 6,000 feet above sea level; though the valley floor--pictured at right with Yosemite Falls in the background--is around 4,000 feet.)

We even went through a town called Fish Camp--which made me think of a few Aggie friends of mine.

And all-in-all, we had a good time, and the weather was particularly nice (not too hot, nor cold; with the sun out all day, and only a few clouds in the sky). The trip even has caused me to want to return at some later point and hike around the park--definitively a place where I felt it would be good to get off the beaten path. (Pictured at left is one of the more beaten paths: a paved bicycle path on approach to the base of Half Dome.)


I'm gonna carry this train off the track
I'm gonna swim to the ocean floor

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Yo sueño que me sueñas en color

Happy Cinco de Mayo


In honor of this day, an article on Dr Pepper. (Someone found a ledger from the Old Corner Drug Store that created/founded Dr Pepper, which includes a list of various elixirs from the store, including one that uses Dr Pepper....)

(Its prevalence in Wytheville also helped... and the fact that I leave tomorrow for Fresno, California.)


Yo quiero que me quieras como soy
Yo quiero que me quieras porque si
Un palacio en el espacio, solo para tí
Yo sueño que me sueñas en color
Viviendo y desviviendote por mi
Para tí todo mi amor
Todo mi amor

Sunday, May 03, 2009

I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore

Greetings from Wytheville, Virginia--near the Blue Ridge Mountains in the western part of the state (not to be confused with West Virginia, where I'll be in 2 weeks). I'm here this weekend for a clinic here in Wytheville (pronounced with-ville); selected for its general remoteness.





The town, however, is somewhat surprisingly accessible due its location at the crossroads of Interstate 77 and Interstate 81. That crossing also means there's a stretch of the freeway where one is running north and the other south--on the same part of the road, and in the same direction of the road (apparently called a "wrong-way concurrency").



In any case, I snapped the pictures on the left here this morning in the parking lot of where the clinic is--not a terrible view to have to see daily (particularly with the mist/fog rolling in, and the hill overlooking the valley that it's situated on).

But I must prep to return to Florida: a scenic drive to Roanoke to get to the airport and then flying back south. Oh, and the Lady GaGa song today, due to the fact that during the hour drive from Roanoke to Wytheville, Lady GaGa's 3 (different) songs played--so it seemed fitting to pick one for here. Hasta....



What's going on on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright
Just dance