Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Nothing up my brain...

… Presto! I’ll just plagiarize myself. That’s what happens when one is not only uninspired, but lazy. I found nothing of interest today and thought of nothing I am in a position to share, so I’ll recycle an editorial I wrote In September 2008 for The Register-Mail. I referred to it in a blog post a year ago (Aug. 13, to be exact), so you’ll note the familiar territory. But it is a passion. Litter bugs the hell out of me. 

Thought I'd spare you a boring pic of cans and share this sharp bike I saw
parked in front of Joe Brock's Barber Shop back in May.
Refresh your memory…

Last month The Register-Mail published a special section on Living Green. We highlighted local efforts to be more environmentally friendly. Stories explained what materials are recyclable and how recycling works around here. Officials noted that recycling has grown, though participation in the city’s curbside program has plateaued at about 63 percent.
It’s nice to think that by recycling we’re sparing some landfill space, thus putting off the costly process of closing one “cell” and opening another. That saves taxpayer dollars. In the direct payoff category is the city of Galesburg’s random recycling prize each month. One address is randomly selected each month for a $25 prize if the residents put a recycling bin out the week the lottery is conducted. Still, more needs to be done to encourage recycling.
One step in the right direction is a return to the container deposit of yore. That’s right, pay an extra nickel or dime per bottle/can of cool liquid refreshment and get your money back when you return the empty.
That’s the way it used to be done, if you’ll recall, in the days before easily disposable (and recyclable) steel and aluminum cans and the now ubiquitous plastic bottle. A handful of states have seen the light and enacted container deposit laws, or “bottle bills” as they’re also known. The results are encouraging.
According to a 2002 report titled “Understanding Beverage Container Recycling: A Value Chain Assessment,” deposit states saw a greater recovery rate for beverage containers — more than 71 percent, compared to about 28 percent in non-deposit states. Michigan, for example has a redemption rate of nearly 100 percent; it also has the highest container deposit. The Michigan Department of Natural Resources estimated that in 1990 the state’s bottle bill was reducing the state’s solid waste by 6 to 8 percent annually.
Our neighbor Iowa is another bottle bill state. According to the Web site bottlebill.org, the Iowa Department of Natural Resources in 1995 estimated 50,000 tons of cans and bottles were redeemed and recycled through the bottle bill. That represented 5 percent of the 1 million tons of waste diverted from the waste stream in 1995.
Bottle bills not only encourage recycling, they discourage littering. Oregon was the first state to enact a bottle bill in 1971. By 1986 there were 10. Bottlebill.org notes that seven of those states reported a reduction of beverage container litter ranging from 70 to 83 percent, and a reduction in total litter ranging from 30 to 47 percent after implementation of the bottle bill.
As an alternative to the deposit law, Chicago added a nickel tax to bottled water this year in hopes of curbing the flow of plastic bottles. Time will tell if it has an impact — if it survives legal challenges. It already is clear, however, that bottle bills work. Illinois should join the 11 states that already have seen the green and pass one of its own.

Today's Stats
Temp: 70 degrees F
Distance: 5.12 miles
Weekly Total: 5.12
Treasure: 5 cans.

iPod Playlist (On Shuffle):
Let Me Know – Eric Lindell
More Than a Feeling – REO Speedwagon
Teardrops Will Fall – John Mellencamp
Toxic – Glee Cast
In the Air Tonight – Phil Collins
Wait – Ben Kweller (Beatles cover)
Dancing in the Dark – Diana Krall
Castle Attack – Robert Kral (Angel TV show soundtrack)
I Can Dream About You – Dan Hartman
Poor Poor Pitiful Me – Warren Zevon
Five O’Clock 500 – Alabama
Baby Come On Home – Led Zeppelin
Everything Is Comin’ Down – Bo Ramsey

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Sir Bix-a-lot and Miss Quick


You’re sure to see just about anything at the Bix 7 road race. Last year I spotted Sesame Street’s Elmo and Mr. Incredible. Back again this year were the Marilyn Monroes (a half dozen gals in matching white dresses – you know the one – and platinum wigs); and there was a veteran (I assume) in fatigues and bearing a POW-MIA flag on a staff; a superhero family; St. Patrick; Tweety Bird and a cow (an odd couple to be sure); and a giant spine (on behalf of Palmer Chiropractic), though I don’t think the vertebra made the run.

Post-race, still looking pretty fresh.
Those are just a handful of the costumed crazies running 7 miles uphill and down. (At least it was a beautiful, temperate day.) Among the 13,000-plus runners and walkers participating in the Quad City Times Bix 7, Quick Bix and Jr. Bix were toned athletes, elite runners from around the world, hardbodies and hardly bodies. There were beautiful men and women both in shape and only in appearance. There were average Joes and Janes. Kids, teens, adults, seniors. I passed one guy who easily topped 300 lbs. and whose legs were wobbly masses of cellulite. I wanted to take his picture and post it as a challenge: “He ran the Bix 7. Where were you?”

I know, running isn’t for everyone, and everyone who does has a different reason for running. I am just amazed at the people who turn out for an event like the Bix. Last year’s BIx topped 18,000 participants. This year’s was smaller, but seemed as crowded nonetheless.

I had the true pleasure this year of being joined by D2 (daughter No. 2, Amanda), making her first Bix appearance. You’re looking at one proud dad. Amanda, a college tennis player and no runner (she’ll tell you), opted for the 2-mile Quick Bix. (Finished in 21:25.) That’s still a challenge for a newbie – Brady Street hill is a bee-otch. But she’s no slouch; ran her first 5K (RR Days, a month ago) on no sleep (following in her DA dad’s footsteps – scary how alike we are). I think she’ll be running 7 miles next July.

Amanda relaxes after the Quick Bix.
Unfortunately, I’m not much of a team runner. Once the chute opens (8 minutes and more after the starting gun for those of us at the back of the pack) I’m off to find my pace and a ponytail. So, rather than running with my baby girl, I was off on my own without a glance back. Hey, she’s an adult. Of course, that didn’t happen for about a block after the starting line. We walked in a jam-packed bunch for the two or three blocks leading up to the chip-timer line and another block beyond before there was room enough to pick up our knees.

That’s why I call those of us not among the elite merely participants. There’s no competition but with yourself, at least to my mind. And that’s fine. It’s just a hell of an atmosphere to be in for a while.

Consider: The entire 7-mile route is lined with spectators. People site on lawns, visiting, partying, drinking, chatting, watching, cheering… Some know runners, some are just coming out of their homes to watch the spectacle. Several put up sprinklers to cool the runners. Some offer water and ice (in addition to the seven official water stations. Bands and DJs are well-spaced along the route. I thought it funny to hear two DJs playing Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire” on opposite sides of the street in the same block. Great song, that.

I thought that was awesome, Bix Number Six and First Time
Bix Runner.
There were country bands, thrashers, classic rockers. I can’t describe it adequately. I can’t make you feel it. You have to experience it. If you’re a runner and you haven’t done the Bix, do it. You’ll love it.

For those of you who know my modus operandi, I have to tell you the ponytails were plentiful, though they really didn’t factor in today. Thought I had one picked out early on, but I passed her too quickly. Then it was all about me. All about determination and willpower. I’ve said before I have no goals, but then admitted to secret aims. This year’s secret goals, which I shared with at least one person, were to better last year’s time and to not walk – keep running! I succeeded on both counts.

I was watching the tattooed girl on the right, but check
out the woman on the left. Props to her!
I’ll admit I was a little concerned when I crossed the finish at 1:18:10, but I assured myself (correctly) that was the elapsed time from the starting gun, not my chip time. And I was able to hold something in reserve. Race sponsors have convenient banners at ¼ and 1/8 mile to the finish. At 1/8 mile to the finish I fired the afterburners and gave my all. That put me in at 1:10:00 (70 minutes), just a few seconds behind fellow area runners Barb Ball and daughters Abby and Andrea. I didn’t see them ahead of me, though I did see them before the race started. Barb told me Thursday night at the Taste of Galesburg beer garden that they would be there, and suggested a mother-daughters angle for my blog, if I needed something about which to write. Well, you can see I came up with plenty, but I still mentioned them. Let me give a shout out to Jason Olmstead for finishing in 49:34! Holy cow!

Now, it is time for dinner and celebratory drinks.   

Today's Stats
Temp: 79 degrees F (after, maybe cooler at start)
Distance: 7 miles
Weekly Total: 17.24
Treasure: 1 white hand towel (Mainstays brand).

Bib: 10293
Weight: 191 lbs.
Time: 1:18:10
Chip Time: 1:10:00
Division: 324 of 555

The Palmer Chiropractic Spine!

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Ready to Bix it Up


So, here it is 11:32 p.m. and I’ve not been too busy today (Tuesday), but somehow too busy to write. Good thing I’m not a freelancer or a novelist with a deadline to meet on his own. 

Found 2 CDs today and, hey, it rained!
That's a puddle on the ground.
Got up and ran this morning and followed up with a short day at work. Don’t actually get two full days off a week anymore. One full day and two halves, supposedly. Hey, I’m employed, so I can’t complain. Right? So I napped after work and then cleaned my parents’ house – my part-time gig to earn some beer money.

And then I did nothing for a day and a half but work and go out to be among people. Now it’s Thursday and I did my final training run for the Bix 7 this Saturday in Davenport. I’m feeling pretty psyched right now. That’s good. The endorphins didn’t do their job Tuesday. What a letdown. I needed the boost and got nothing. Not that I regretted the run, but I didn’t get the full benefit and I was therefore disappointed.

Even today, while I’m uplifted, I have nothing really to write about. I mean I do, but it’s more personal. I’ll keep it in reserve. I will share my frustration with the Kindle Touch 3G I bought a couple weeks ago. It remains mostly unused. It cannot play the audio book I bought some time ago through iTunes (because of iTunes protection). It cannot read the ebook edition of “The Hobbit” I bought several months ago because it can’t read the format and I can’t convert it because the distributor has protected it. My initial effort to download the software to convert the ebook to a format readable by the Kindle resulted in the installation of a malicious browser add-on called Babylon toolbar that I am having difficulty removing.

A friend told me public domain books (mostly literature published long ago) are available for free. I decided to look into that the other day. Thought I’d download H.G. Wells’ “The Island of Dr. Moreau.” When I went to do so, I was met with a message that some readers indicated there were problems with the text or that it might not be complete or something so the download was unavailable.

So, I have the three texts that came preloaded on the Kindle: the user manual and two dictionaries. Grrr.

Next entry: I get my kicks doin’ the Bix!

Today’s Stats (July 26)
Temp: 73 degrees F
Distance: 5.12 miles
Weekly Total: 10.24 miles
Treasure: 2 CDs (JCole – Cole World: The Sideline Story; homemade Mom’s CD).

iPod Playlist (shuffle)
A Murder of One – Counting Crows
Oh Girl – Paul Young
Slipstream – Jethro Tull
I Can’t Get Started – Charlie Parker (skipped)
So What – Miles Davis (skipped)
Cordy Meets Fred – Robert Kral (Angel television series soundtrack)
We Will Not Be Lovers – The Waterboys
Only the Good Die Young – Billy Joel
Haven’t We Been Here Before – Styx
Green Earrings – Steely Dan
Play it All Night Long (live) – Warren Zevon
Spell No. 30 (For the Judgment of the Dead) – Alberto Acosta
Soda and Salt – James McMurtry
Tin Man – The Avett Brothers
Murder – David Gilmour

Today's Stats (July 24)
Temp: 77 degrees F
Distance: 5.12 miles
Treasure: No pickup today.

iPod Playlist (shuffle)
Tell Me What You See – The Beatles
Tomorrow Never Knows – The Beatles
An Innocent Man – Billy Joel
Pursuance – John Coltrane (Skipped)
Right Here Now – James McMurtry
For the Love of a Princess – James Horner (Braveheart soundtrack)
Mr. Roboto – Styx
Luther Played Guitar – Stan Ridgway
Have Mercy – Richard Marx
Keep Me In Your Heart (Strings Only) – Van Dyke Parks (cover of Zevon)
Can’t Fight ThisFeeling – REO Speedwagon
Hold On - Yes

Friday, July 20, 2012

No Words

I like to believe I express myself pretty well with words. I am a writer. And yet, sometimes I’m left with nothing but the words of others to tell how I truly feel. It’s the whole “High Fidelity” Rob Gordon mix tape philosophy – using someone else’s poetry to express how you feel. It’s a tricky thing.

Boring stuff I found Thursday.
By the same token, I think you can find expression in almost any song, if you listen. Maybe the overarching message of the lyrics isn’t apropos. But maybe there’s a snippet of a line that says what you want. You can take that and make it your own for the moment.

With that in mind, I thought to focus on some lines from the random tunes that came up on Thursday morning’s run. Here we go…

Walk Between the Raindrops - James McMurtry
"Knowin' better never kept me out of trouble / I don't care, I'm gonna tell you anyway." — Because we often disregard warnings and throw caution to the wind. The excuse when we're caught? "It seemed like a good idea at the time." At least that’s what my friend Les Plume said after tossing a pumpkin down the stairwell of Corbin Hall at WIU.

Careless Whisper - Wham!
"To the heart and mind / ignorance is kind / there's no comfort in the truth / pain is all you'll find." – We say we want the truth, and I guess deep down we do. But truth hurts. Love hurts. Ignorance is bliss, if you can accept it and not fret and imagine.

Oye Como Va - Santana
I got nothin'. Spanish speakers, anybody care to translate for me?

It Won't Be Long - Eric Lindell
"All I can say, is I'd rather you here today / If I had it my way, you'd be here today." – Well, this is pretty obvious. When someone is absent all you want is presence.

"People asking questions, lost in confusion / Well, I tell them there's no problem, only solutions." – We’re all hard to figure out. Sometimes nobody knows our motivations. Hell, quite often I don’t know my own motivations. Is that necessarily a problem? Not if you’re in search of solutions – and they are out there.

"I appreciate the best, I'm settling for less / I'm looking for the next best thing." "All alone on the road to perfection. / At the inspection booth they tried to discourage me. / You can believe what you want, that'll never change it. / You have to come around eventually." – Not me, mister. Settling doesn’t work for me. I believe you set your sights and you strive. Because if you settle for the next best thing, ultimately you’ll never be happy; you’ll forever be wanting. Then again, in the follow-up line, you can believe what you want, whether it’s the perfection you seek in someone else or in you, reality is there to tell you the way it’s gonna be.

"You are like a hurricane, there's calm in your eye. / And I'm getting blown away / somewhere safer where the feeling stays. / I want to love you but I'm getting blown away." "I am just a dreamer / But you are just a dream." – Love. What a mess. It is like a storm, a violent, unpredictable thrashing. Oh, there’s calm there, but the tumult surrounding it is dangerous.

Arizona Skies - Los Lobos
Hmmm. Instrumental. Nothing for me to quote, being unable to transcribe. Sorry, I'm no Warren Zevon.

Phoenix Song - Harry & The Potters
"It won't be over til it's over, no it's we who will decide / when to stop the fight and get on with our lives." – It’s all up to you. Do you fight for it or do you let go and move on? I typically choose to fight. For what it’s worth.

Speech: Brian Epstein - The Beatles Anthology 1
"Well the recording test came and went. The people that decide about these things at Decca said no. Well, you can imagine I was more worried about what I was going to say to the boys, having built up their hopes. ... In the morning I took a cab to the EMI office block in Manchester Square, London, to meet the man who would, in less than two years, produce 16 number one discs by my artists." – This isn’t music, but it’s what happens when you let a machine decide what you hear. It’s about music and it says the dolts at Decca missed out on The Beatles. Too bad for them.

"I'm so tired of being lonely / I still have some love to give. / Won't you show me that you really care?" "Everybody's got somebody to lean on. / Put your body next to mine and dream on." – Of all the songs I heard Thursday morning, this one spoke most clearly to me. I think it’s self-explanatory.

Two of Hearts - Stacey Q
"Before I met you I was fallin' apart." — You know, it's a little like the "Jerry Maguire" line, "You complete me."

Today's Stats
Temp: 73 degrees F
Distance: 5.12 miles
Weekly Total: 8.94 miles
Treasure: 1 white wash cloth; 1 broken bicycle flasher light; 8 cans.

iPod Playlist (shuffle)
See above