when you do not feel like writing?
Alvious the writer, his thoughts on coal power, bicycle parts and green living have been put out here already.
How about something I haven't written about yet? Hippie holidays back to back! April 20th, the infamous 4/20 for fans of what is in some circles a medicinal spiritual herb and others an evil, evil substance that only corrupts youth and destroys society. Very persuasive arguments exist arguing for legalization, which I am a supporter, since American society discovered long ago alcohol legalization, with regulation, became a boost, not drain to our economy.
After that holiday, is of course Earth Day 4/22 tomorrow on Thursday.
This invites some reflections on Earth Days past and present.
My plans for this Earth Day? Ride my back, maybe go farming, here's hoping, and enjoy that.
I first really remember learning what Earth Day means some 15-years ago. Then a young Eartho-phile, (yes, I made that up) much like the writer of this blog, age 10+1. Influenced by age appropriate books showing humanities disregard for our planet and the people, animals and plants thereof. Another influence, thanks to Cartoon Network reruns, came in the form of earth! fire! wind! water! heart! with the combined powers of these annoying, but goodhearted, teenagers we get Captain Planet! These teenagers fought flat, exaggerated capitalists, working to wreck the environment for their own benefit.
The show always, kind of bland, flat and dorky overall, never failed to entertain. Or did it? Entertain without much intelligence and insight for sure, but whatever! Still fun stuff!
The worst Earth Day ever?
April 22 2005, I wrecked a car, and felt like shit for a long time, on top of other difficulties in my life from the time. Getting to see Sin City, one of my all-time favorite movies that night helped me feel a bit better. I loved the movie, but still felt awful for a while. So far, no car accidents, my fault or otherwise, a serious bike accident since then, so I take that as a real blessing, as the whole ordeal rather sucked.
Best Earth Day? Not sure, the first one I remember was kind of fun thanks to the Captain Planet marathon mentioned earlier. Two years ago: did farm work with two great friends and got a job offer to do my summer stint with DigIt! A valuable opportunity, that really taught me a lot about myself. Though very stressful.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
As the wheels turn...
To cap off the last month touched by winter and welcome warmer weather and the return of the leaves on the trees a friend and I embark on a bike ride.
A few miles outside Lancaster, hills feel steeper than they did before. Carrying extra dead weight from cold months of sedentary activity, focused on arts, the mind and not my fitness. Suffice to say, the ride would be harder than originally thought.
The place? Undecided at first, then we agreed: The Pinnacle. Hundreds of feet over the Susquehanna, and a gorgeous place to hike once there. Also, a nice trip through lovely, lovely southern Lancaster county.
The trip up the Pinnacle, Lancaster's highest point proved harder than thought. The Bridgestone's drive-train, with it's nice long crank-arms and what I thought were nice low range cogs and chain-rings that handled hills in Delaware County, felt way to high on the hills in Southern Lancaster County. The hills won in my case, I unlocked from the pedals and walked the bike. At first in the shoes, which are still not walking shoes and finally barefoot. The roads weren't so rough to walk in, though it killed the pace as the buildup of lactic acid finally got to me and forced me off the bike as well as the steep hills.
(yeah, the hills in SoLanCo are babies compared to some, but I'm not part of the pro-peleton so leaveth me alone!)
Despite the lactic acid, lack of breath and the hills, I carried on. My friend, much more in shape than me, tired as well, could keep going. Cycling back, we rested, ate banana and granola, still wanting to truck on. The Pinnacle is becoming gorgeous at this time as we finally arrive. Staying 30-40 minutes, not sure exactly.
Oh the descent back! Descents are my strong point, thanks to a heavier frame I always fly down any hill without real effort. Marvelous the feeling always, yet scary at the same time. The tires are training tires, light and quick, but not the strongest. Always the worry of a blowout or other accident flying down these hills. Yet, they never failed.
On the ride back, the ascents, though not as hard as before, still present challenges as I'm definitely not as energetic as before. The lactic acid and shortness of breath are still apparent. Not thrilling I imagine my friend who patiently waits as I hold him up from getting back to lovely Lancaster. But we trek on. The ride back still takes much less time than the ride there.
In the future, another ride there.
Thoughts on this ride after-wards:
Ordered another cassette for the rear wheel, something with a few more teeth to better handle the ascents. Speeding up the hills is not my goal, just getting up them.
The tires used, the racing tires mentioned earlier, are wonderful on smooth roads, but I'm thinking beefier, slightly thicker tires are in order eventually.
A few miles outside Lancaster, hills feel steeper than they did before. Carrying extra dead weight from cold months of sedentary activity, focused on arts, the mind and not my fitness. Suffice to say, the ride would be harder than originally thought.
The place? Undecided at first, then we agreed: The Pinnacle. Hundreds of feet over the Susquehanna, and a gorgeous place to hike once there. Also, a nice trip through lovely, lovely southern Lancaster county.
The trip up the Pinnacle, Lancaster's highest point proved harder than thought. The Bridgestone's drive-train, with it's nice long crank-arms and what I thought were nice low range cogs and chain-rings that handled hills in Delaware County, felt way to high on the hills in Southern Lancaster County. The hills won in my case, I unlocked from the pedals and walked the bike. At first in the shoes, which are still not walking shoes and finally barefoot. The roads weren't so rough to walk in, though it killed the pace as the buildup of lactic acid finally got to me and forced me off the bike as well as the steep hills.
(yeah, the hills in SoLanCo are babies compared to some, but I'm not part of the pro-peleton so leaveth me alone!)
Despite the lactic acid, lack of breath and the hills, I carried on. My friend, much more in shape than me, tired as well, could keep going. Cycling back, we rested, ate banana and granola, still wanting to truck on. The Pinnacle is becoming gorgeous at this time as we finally arrive. Staying 30-40 minutes, not sure exactly.
Oh the descent back! Descents are my strong point, thanks to a heavier frame I always fly down any hill without real effort. Marvelous the feeling always, yet scary at the same time. The tires are training tires, light and quick, but not the strongest. Always the worry of a blowout or other accident flying down these hills. Yet, they never failed.
On the ride back, the ascents, though not as hard as before, still present challenges as I'm definitely not as energetic as before. The lactic acid and shortness of breath are still apparent. Not thrilling I imagine my friend who patiently waits as I hold him up from getting back to lovely Lancaster. But we trek on. The ride back still takes much less time than the ride there.
In the future, another ride there.
Thoughts on this ride after-wards:
Ordered another cassette for the rear wheel, something with a few more teeth to better handle the ascents. Speeding up the hills is not my goal, just getting up them.
The tires used, the racing tires mentioned earlier, are wonderful on smooth roads, but I'm thinking beefier, slightly thicker tires are in order eventually.
Monday, March 29, 2010
health care "reform" an Alvis raving...
Health care reform has been signed into law. Finally! But oh what reform we get! Instead of looking world-wide, or what do you know looking at two "socialist" systems we have here at home, Medicaid and the Veterans Administration, we instead come up with a huge new "reform" plan that allows private, for profit, insurers their way.
Recall term here, for profit. Basically, as insurance companies have been known to do in the past, and will do in the future.
Arguments against govt. rationed health care, while certainly of concern, always seem to neglect that every time insurance companies deny care, for whatever they choose, that is the same thing as rationed care. Or denied care.
This new health care "reform" bill, which will not go into effect until middle of this decade, just shows one thing: In America, corporate, for profit policy does rule everything. It would be so nice if our medicine didn't have a profit motive either. But sadly, it has gone from something insurance corporations bullied their way into over the last 60-years to govt. which I thought is supposed to protect the American people from corporate bullying and profiteering has not only protected, but in essence legislated.
If the best America can come up with since the end of WWII is this, when will we listen to the sick, and not the rich for once?
Recall term here, for profit. Basically, as insurance companies have been known to do in the past, and will do in the future.
Arguments against govt. rationed health care, while certainly of concern, always seem to neglect that every time insurance companies deny care, for whatever they choose, that is the same thing as rationed care. Or denied care.
This new health care "reform" bill, which will not go into effect until middle of this decade, just shows one thing: In America, corporate, for profit policy does rule everything. It would be so nice if our medicine didn't have a profit motive either. But sadly, it has gone from something insurance corporations bullied their way into over the last 60-years to govt. which I thought is supposed to protect the American people from corporate bullying and profiteering has not only protected, but in essence legislated.
If the best America can come up with since the end of WWII is this, when will we listen to the sick, and not the rich for once?
Thursday, March 25, 2010
thoughts from last night
What a glorious city-style night. A play and dinner at a fine restaurant! The restaurant the Penn Grill at the convention center and the play, the focus of this blog, Noises Off.
Only knowing the 1992 movie Noises Off, which I loved, despite critical reception, thanks to a dynamite cast, incl: Christopher Reeve and John Ritter R.I.P., and, I thought, hilarious original material to work from.
Noises Off is described in detail all over the internet, so check it out, Wikipedia's page doesn't suck, if you want to know about it.
What'd I like? Again, only having seen the movie, I thought the sets and performances evoked near perfectly the originals in appearance, energy, enthusiasm and the ability of the actors to transition from their stage rolls to rolls within rolls without any blurring, or awkward transitions. Yay to the cast!
Not a lot to say, but I am not a real theater critic, and unable, or uncaring enough, to comment on the intellectual depth and texture. Is that necessary? Noes! It's just a great play, intelligently written, performed and produced.
Only knowing the 1992 movie Noises Off, which I loved, despite critical reception, thanks to a dynamite cast, incl: Christopher Reeve and John Ritter R.I.P., and, I thought, hilarious original material to work from.
Noises Off is described in detail all over the internet, so check it out, Wikipedia's page doesn't suck, if you want to know about it.
What'd I like? Again, only having seen the movie, I thought the sets and performances evoked near perfectly the originals in appearance, energy, enthusiasm and the ability of the actors to transition from their stage rolls to rolls within rolls without any blurring, or awkward transitions. Yay to the cast!
Not a lot to say, but I am not a real theater critic, and unable, or uncaring enough, to comment on the intellectual depth and texture. Is that necessary? Noes! It's just a great play, intelligently written, performed and produced.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Thoughts on the protest
Yeah, I marched. 3/20/2010, Washington D.C.
1000s turn out to make their voices heard.
Citing ever present problems of capitalism, classism, racism, sexism and ethnocentric, cold-war mentality thinking that produces illegal occupations which devastate the people, their culture and their way of life.
And all in the name of promoting Democracy?
Actions to promote Democracy abroad, decided democratically by a tiny number of people, most of whom know little about the culture they decide needs bombs dropped on it. Who is left out of this Democratic decision making? the people who will be exposed to the horrors that are modern war.
Sadly, if you read about peak oil, overthrows, and other histories not taught in mainstream classrooms you'd know these occupations and military actions are usually just for one thing: resources of land and people to exploit for, as Pablo Neruda called "obese emperors from New York" in his poem Standard Oil.
With reasons of what men and women of my generation and lately the next micro-generation after mine being dressed in green, hair shaved off heads and rifles in hand asked to fight for.
So what good are protests? For me, always a fun excuse to go out, pretend we will wake up da masses to what's going on. And what our mainstream media is not telling us.
Otherwise, not as much as any of us would like.
Protests occur monthly for various reasons and yet, despite the numbers of feet marching for change and the fiery rhetoric printed on our signs, we're ignored by those with obscene monies, too blind to see and too deaf to hear.
Check out the poem mentioned above here:
1000s turn out to make their voices heard.
Citing ever present problems of capitalism, classism, racism, sexism and ethnocentric, cold-war mentality thinking that produces illegal occupations which devastate the people, their culture and their way of life.
And all in the name of promoting Democracy?
Actions to promote Democracy abroad, decided democratically by a tiny number of people, most of whom know little about the culture they decide needs bombs dropped on it. Who is left out of this Democratic decision making? the people who will be exposed to the horrors that are modern war.
Sadly, if you read about peak oil, overthrows, and other histories not taught in mainstream classrooms you'd know these occupations and military actions are usually just for one thing: resources of land and people to exploit for, as Pablo Neruda called "obese emperors from New York" in his poem Standard Oil.
With reasons of what men and women of my generation and lately the next micro-generation after mine being dressed in green, hair shaved off heads and rifles in hand asked to fight for.
So what good are protests? For me, always a fun excuse to go out, pretend we will wake up da masses to what's going on. And what our mainstream media is not telling us.
Otherwise, not as much as any of us would like.
Protests occur monthly for various reasons and yet, despite the numbers of feet marching for change and the fiery rhetoric printed on our signs, we're ignored by those with obscene monies, too blind to see and too deaf to hear.
Check out the poem mentioned above here:
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Warmer then usual lately...
Walking to work, I wore the usual, jeans, shoes, short-sleeve shirt and heavy coat. After wards, running errands, I wore the same but shed the heavy coat. Doubtful it'll be for good. I'm just happy to shed the heavy wool coat and wear the old reliable wind-breaker I've had for years and years.
So, what's exciting about wearing clothing that's so much lighter than before? The signs of warmer, more pleasant weather to come! Is it not wonderful? Soon, flowers growing again! Time to dig in the dirt and plant flowers and food again. Sweet...
So, what's exciting about wearing clothing that's so much lighter than before? The signs of warmer, more pleasant weather to come! Is it not wonderful? Soon, flowers growing again! Time to dig in the dirt and plant flowers and food again. Sweet...
Sunday, February 28, 2010
In the cycling clothes again,
How to begin a blog on a subject written about much before? So dull to just write I did this and I did that as writers are tired to know. If you cannot get excited about what you're writing about, you're not going to be much of a writer when you write with the apathetic pen, or keystrokes, and not the so excited to burst with enthusiasm by spraying bits of connected language onto paper or computer screens all in the effort to tell a story. With any luck, you can tell an interesting one, and with even more elusive luck someone will read it, and by an act of divine intervention, they may even like it too.
Finally, the time came, awaiting this moment for far to long. Good enough weather to wear summery bike clothes, mostly wool and polyester. Hearing pluses and minuses to both materials as to what to make out of each. Shorts made from synthetics are considered better, least in my research the consensus is that way. Wool jerseys are classics for cyclists. Heavier then synthetics, but oh so much classier! Simple colors, and the long sleeve varieties make wonderful turtlenecks!
So attired in wonderful clothing for cycling, I prepare to ride.
Ah the beloved racing bike! Made of steel, made in Japan, designed to function as more than just a racer, but a durable bike that could be a real friend on two wheels. Giving her so much time and effort during my time outside Dutch county PA.
My excitement! finally! time and place to ride in my cycling clothes for a change.
To conclude, as I've written before, I love bike riding no matter what I am wearing, but in the proper attire it just to me has this much better feel of being so much more of say one with the bike, rather than just riding a bike.
Finally, the time came, awaiting this moment for far to long. Good enough weather to wear summery bike clothes, mostly wool and polyester. Hearing pluses and minuses to both materials as to what to make out of each. Shorts made from synthetics are considered better, least in my research the consensus is that way. Wool jerseys are classics for cyclists. Heavier then synthetics, but oh so much classier! Simple colors, and the long sleeve varieties make wonderful turtlenecks!
So attired in wonderful clothing for cycling, I prepare to ride.
Ah the beloved racing bike! Made of steel, made in Japan, designed to function as more than just a racer, but a durable bike that could be a real friend on two wheels. Giving her so much time and effort during my time outside Dutch county PA.
My excitement! finally! time and place to ride in my cycling clothes for a change.
To conclude, as I've written before, I love bike riding no matter what I am wearing, but in the proper attire it just to me has this much better feel of being so much more of say one with the bike, rather than just riding a bike.
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