Tuesday, July 13, 2010

A quick peak at the bike scene in Amsterdam, Bruges and Paris


Everything that I had heard about Amsterdam and bicycles turned out to be true. Dedicated bike lanes, most of the time separated by barriers from traffic. Bicyclists even have their own traffic lights.

There was a parking lot/parkade outside the train station that was incredibly packed with thousands of bikes.



All over the city, you can find bike rentals. You don't pay much for the day and can really see Amsterdam the way it was meant to be seen.

Of course, the Dutch bicycles are very stout and are usually single speed.

It is extremely flat and when you do encounter a rise in the road, you really know it riding these bicycles. Saw a lot of bakfiets, but saw more Dahon folding bikes there. Here's a bakfiet on steroids:

In Bruges, we rented bikes again. This time, we went out into the country along the canals and explored some windmills and an old church.

The Bruge bikes we rented had 5 gears. My chain came off along the way. Every bike I saw in Europe had chain guards on them. It's great but it can kind of slow you down in traffic when your putting your chain back on. The best thing about biking in Belgium is their beer.


I finally get the connection between New Belgium Brewing and their support of bicycling.

In Paris, there was the famous Velibe bicycle rental system.

I have to admit the traffic was a little daunting. Their idea of a bike lane is one that is shared with taxis and buses! And motorists make their own rules. Sarah got a dirty look and a Gallic shrug (the only one we witnessed) from a motorcyclist as he hopped the curb onto the sidewalk and she happened to be walking where he wanted to motor.

We never did turn a peddle in Paris. Walking and the Metro worked great though.

In Reims, they had set up a little museum in honor of the TDF's impending arrival with some interesting bicycles from the past.


We watched the finish of the fourth stage.

Yes, we noticed that the flag was backwards and fixed it before Tyler Farrar finished. Still, people didn't seem to recognize our state flag. Even when Ike wore it as a cape.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Back from Europe!


Rode around Amsterdam. Rode around Bruges and the Belgian countryside. Saw the TDF in Reims. Still a little jet lagged.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

FIrst attempt at this classy medium...

Sometimes you have to make what you want because no one else will.

So it was with the black velvet painting of the Trade Winds Motel logo. This was a first attempt and I learned a lot. First attempt at building a frame too. That was a learning experience as well. I have about six subjects lined up to put down on black velvet. All these projects are done in the hopes of building up enough skill for a planned technically difficult (for me) culminating project - one which I am excited to do, but not good enough... yet.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Sage Advice and Dining Invite at the 7th Rail...

Have cruised past this sign for over a week now and just noticed the "EAT HERE - FULL MENU" tag at the bottom.

Years ago, we had a guy in full cardiac arrest here. Luckily, this bar is really close to the station. We were there in seconds.

We were running the code (I wasn't a paramedic yet, but was riding the seat as the acting lieutenant) when the crowd was led in a chant proclaiming the patient's name over and over again - actually screaming it. There were cheers and I think someone started "the wave" around the perimeter. The medics were getting a little flummoxed. I had to ask the crowd to kind of keep it down a bit. There was resistance. I suggested that they think of this place not as a sports bar (which it was at the time) but more of a hospital operating room. Was cheering and clapping, whooping and hollering and "the wave" proper behavior in an operating room? That won them over.

More importantly, the guy was dead (not mostly but fully) and the medics brought him back. He is still with us today. I know we have had another save there too, on a different shift.

All to say, the 7th Rail has plenty of words to serve, no matter what your appetite. And if you eat too much, we're right around the corner.

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Life in the garden is good.

I am really on top of a lot of projects this spring. We had talked about enclosing our breezeway for the last six years or so. We finally hired a contractor who did the job and it is nicer than we ever thought it would be. With a solatube and lots of windows, it's a sunroom that will be much needed in the winter/early spring.


More raised beds in the garden was something I have been yacking about for years too. Now they're in and the crops are looking good. I sunk a mini deck behind the middle bed. It's just 3 by 4 feet - just big enough for two folding chairs. Here I am enjoying a beer in a rare unkilted moment.


This Twilight Beer is good. Although I was expecting more of a tie-in to the movie. Oh well.

Hey, at Rosauers you can buy plastic onions to put your real onions in:

Monday, May 31, 2010

Leonard Pitts says it best....

The news from the Gulf of Mexico continues to be tragic. Although this blog is Spokane-centric, I think what Leonard Pitts has to say this morning really applies well to our region.

We have a lot of folks who learned a mantra 30 years ago and still can't stop repeating it, much to the detriment of our nation and the Inland Northwest. It is nonsensical, childish and has been proven wrong time and time again. Yet, many of us have joined a bunch that seeks out "facts" to bolster the way they "feel," and we have a media that is much too happy to oblige. It sounds like a recipe for disaster and now we see what that recipe produces... again.

After you read this article, ask yourself why aren't our national news sources asking the governor of Louisiana, and other "conservatives" how they reconcile their talk with these results. Why won't anyone in the "liberal" media ask about Dick Cheney and the Bush Administration's role in this disaster, namely exempting oil companies from having a safeguard (one that other nations insist upon) that would have prevented this tragedy?

All to say, this is a national phenomenon that will be coming to a polling place (your mailbox) again soon. In essence, do you want to give the Bush Administration another chance?




Look at the results that we continue to pay for. Come on people, at some point you have to pay attention to what the people you want to elect vote for, stand for and who they carry water for. If you don't think it really matters, look to Louisiana.

I wouldn't be surprised that after the federal government bails out Louisiana, the same folks who voted Republican will continue to do so. It would be interesting to let them live by their philosophy and not spend a dime there. I think you would have people singing a different tune if they had to live with what they profess. But we are too responsible to let that happen. And in the lingo, we are "enablers" of those who continue to vote for this failed philosophy.

Here's the article and the title above is a link to the site.

Singing new tune in oil spill's wake

lpitts@MiamiHerald.com

``There has never been a challenge that the American people, with as little interference as possible by the federal government, cannot handle.'' -- Bobby Jindal, March 24, 2009

That was then.

This is now: 11 people dead in an oil rig explosion, fragile marshlands damaged, perhaps irreparably, uncalculated millions (billions?) in lost revenue for the tourism and fishing industries, and a short attention span nation transfixed by a compelling image from a deep sea camera, brown gunk billowing out from a hole in the ocean floor, Things Getting Worse in real time.

And Bobby Jindal, governor of Louisiana, off whose coast this tragedy is centered, is singing a new song, starkly at odds with what he said last year in a speech before the Republican faithful. Now he's begging for federal ``interference.'' He wants federal money, federal supplies, wants the feds to help create barrier islands to protect Louisiana wetlands from oil.

Not to pick on Jindal. He is but one prominent voice in a chorus of Gulf state officials who once preached the virtues of tiny government but have discovered, in the wake of this spreading disaster, the virtues of government that is robust enough, at a minimum, to help them out of a jam.

One hears pointed questions about President Obama's engagement or lack thereof in the unfolding crisis. One hears accusations that the government was lax in its oversight duties and too cozy with the oil industry it was supposed to be regulating. One hears nothing about deregulation, about leaving the free market alone to do its magic.

You know what they say: it's all fun and games till somebody gets hurt. Well, the Gulf Coast is hurt, hurt in ways that may take years to fully assess, much less repair. And the sudden silence from the apostles of small government and free markets is telling.

The thing is, their argument is not fundamentally wrong.

Who among us does not believe government is frequently bloated, inefficient and bound by preposterous rules?

Who among us does not think it is often wasteful, hideously complex and redundantly redundant?

Yes, government is not perfect. Nor is it perfectable. As adults, we should understand that. Any bureaucracy serving 309 million people and representing their interests in a world of 6.8 billion people, is likely always to have flaws. Thus, fixing government, making it more streamlined and responsive, is and will always be an ongoing project.

But instead of undertaking that project, people like Jindal rail against the very concept of government itself, selling the delusional notion that taxation and regulation represent the evisceration of some essential American principle.

They wax eloquent about what great things the free market and the free American could do if government would just get off their backs.

One thinks of one's meat oozing with salmonella, one's paint filled with lead, one's car getting 12 miles to the gallon, one's self being breezily denied a job for reasons of race, creed, gender or sexual orientation and, yes, one's ocean covered from horizon to horizon with a sheen of oil.

And one shudders.

You see, government is not our enemy.

Government is the imperfect embodiment of our common will. That is a not-so-fine distinction Jindal and others like him have lost in the rush to stoke the sense of grievance that burns in some conservative souls. It is a distinction they recalled with great clarity as oil began spilling upon their waters.

As there are no atheists in foxholes, it turns out there are no small-government disciples in massive oil spills. No, with BP oil soaking the sands of his coastline, Bobby Jindal turned righteously to that big, sometimes bloated, often intrusive federal government, and asked for help. He said, Send money, send resources.

You will notice he never once said, Send less.

The Miami Herald

Read more: http://www.miamiherald.com/2010/05/29/1654166/singing-new-tune-in-oil-spills.html#ixzz0pXFLoIqS

Monday, May 24, 2010

Probably, the last bus I would get on. Really.


The Alpha and the Omega. The Beginning and the End. This motto on a bus as it hurdles its way up Howard is not a real confidence booster. I have a National Lampoon book around my mess of an office that features a montage of bus plunge stories like this:

In fact there are websites and news stories dedicated to the phenomenon of bus-plunge reporting.

Would you want to get on a bus that the driver supposes himself an eschatological operative of End-Times prophecy? What might an angel whisper in his ear as the bus wheels edge ever closer to the precipice, Cecil B. Demille cloud breaks illuminating the driver's upturned eyes. The praise music blares in his headset to stifle the voices, yet they must be obeyed...

The fish symbol. Don't get me wrong. I made a living working in ministry. I officiate at weddings, and have a graduate degree in subjects theologic. Yet, the fish symbol always serves as a warning label to me. The only time I have bought a crappy used car was from a family that couldn't profess enough how Christian they were, and they had multiple fish symbols to prove it. They knew the car had two cracked heads, but didn't tell me. Likewise, I think businesses use the fish symbol to create a level of trust that one might not afford a "secular" business. And when they take advantage of you, it might make you think twice about holding them accountable because "they are good people." I am all for people pursuing their religious beliefs as long as it doesn't imperil others. I am just saying that if you put a fish symbol on your bus thinking that it is going to make me trust you more, it isn't. In fact, it makes me trust you less, a whole lot less.

The over-the-top American iconography is just plain pandering. It almost borders on satire.

RUN AWAY!

Monday, May 17, 2010

Bike to Work Week!


OK. I have kind of a confession to make.

I have biked, on and off, to work since 1980 or something. The last few years, I have only used my bike to get (unless I walked or ran) to and from work. However for the last year or so, I have not done much in the way of running errands on my bicycle.

I think because I was riding a lot for recreation and also running a bunch to prepare for some really long runs, getting on a bicycle to go to the hardware store, liquor store or greenhouse seemed like a lot of work.

I work 24 hour shifts a couple or more times a week. So even though, it sounds good, it's not that big of deal to say that I always ride to work. Now that my long runs are behind me for a while, I will start doing as many errands as possible on the bicycle.

So, I kicked it off today by running up to the Ace Hardware on Regal to get some charcoal. I also tried out the new Hiking Sport Kilt to see how it worked for cycling garb. I have ran in it and it worked good for that.

After riding, I would say I was glad to be wearing something underneath it. So why not just wear bike shorts to begin with? Other than the freaking-out-drivers factor (which is good), is there any reason to cycle wearing this kilt? Probably not. I think if one were biking someplace far away as a destination, it would be nice to wrap the kilt around and then drop the bike shorts once you got there. That would feel pretty good I think.
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Sunday, May 16, 2010

Windermere Marathon


I had heard some bad reports of last year's Windermere Marathon, mostly along the lines that the course was not clearly laid out. Yes, pretty much the entire course was on the Centennial Trail, so it's pretty hard to screw that up, but apparently they did. It was the first year, though, and those kind of things might be expected.

Having trained a lot for the 50K RiverRun (awesome), Sarah and I decided to piggyback all those months of training and do the Windermere too. It was really expensive but they do bus you out to the starting at Post Falls and marathons are never cheap. We figured this was the second year, and they probably had it "dialed in" now. Beside, I really wanted to support this event. It would be great for the running community and great for our city.

Leaving from the arena, the bus ride out was perfect for the 7 am start. Everything seemed pretty flawless. There was a short starting delay to coordinate with the half-marathon which started at Mirabeau.

The first inkling that something was wrong was when my GPS watch showed that we were 0.7 miles into the race, but the race marker along the trail said "Mile One." It got worse. Eventually word surfaced at about Mile 23 that if you wanted to qualify for Boston you had to turn around at the finish line and run 0.8 back into the course. Sure enough, as I was .8 out from the finish there was a guy taking people's names and writing them into a notebook. Then after the names were written down and the 26.2 actually run, runners would walk or run back to the finish line (another .8) to get their medals. WTF?

I had no desire to qualify for Boston, but I did want to run a full marathon, so I crossed the finish line at 25.4 and then, as directed, ran back into oncoming traffic for .4 miles, turned around and crossed the finish line again for 26.2 - a true marathon's length. I sure as hell was not going to run 1.6 miles on top of what they were calling a marathon just so I could get my name written down in a notebook.

The Windermere Marathon is sitting in the fabled catbird seat. It goes along some of the most beautiful stretches of the Spokane River's Centennial Trail. Very little traffic control is needed. It passes through two states. The course is flat, so times will be fast. It takes place on the day of the Lilac Festival - a great evening of partying after the event. The weather this year was great. They have been given an awesome chance at creating a world class destination marathon.

Lots of great volunteers this year, nice shirts, beautiful medals, plenty of water stations, a great EMS response by the fire department and AMR as I saw IVs being started left and right during the finish (the second finish) on passed out runners.

Riverfront Park was a showcase for our city and for this race.

The organizers of the marathon had all this going for them and all we expected was that when we crossed the finish line, we had actually ran a marathon. How hard is that?

Saturday, May 01, 2010

Sarah is letting me share something personal with all of you.

When rummaging through her Bloomsday bag, Sarah found this very personal missive. She has given permission for you to read it.

Hey you've got chocolate in my peanut butter...

Yes, it was one of those Reese's moments when the chia seeds dumped on the butter. Chia never tasted so good and butter has never been better for you.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Vegetable garden revamp

I thought it was time to redesign the garden a bit. I planted some stuff in the front one. The rate I am getting things done, it could be June before I have everything planted. This is what it looked like last year:

This was the plan last year.

Monday, April 19, 2010

50K River Run Done


Sarah leading the way. We stayed together the whole 31 miles.

I saw parts of Riverside State Park that I never knew existed. At one point we were all over Deep Creek, up on the rocks, down in the creek bed. Very cool. Lots of big hills in the first half.

Eventually, we realized we could walk up the hills about as fast as running up them, so we did. Took in lots of water, Heed and potatoes at every water stop. Tripped and fell down twice without injury, just a lot of rolling around, which actually felt pretty good at miles 28 and 30. My back was kind of stiff, and the impacts and subsequent thrashing about seemed to help.

This is probably the best run race I have ever participated in. Very well marked except for one spot near the end where some prankster had obviously removed the arrow. Nothing funnier after running 5 plus hours.

We took a breather midway and I changed my socks. Ike came up and told us he had placed First overall in the 10k. That was amazing and we talked a lot about that over the next 15.5 miles.

Beautiful day and a very great time with beautiful Sarah!

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Campaign Bike Rides Again....


It had good luck in the last presidential election, and then again defeating Tim Eyman's most recent kookoo plot.

The EMS levy has been approved, every six years, since 1980. It funds a big chunk of the fire department. The cost continues to be 50 cents per $1000 of home value or $50 per year per $100,000 of home value. If it's not approved, in January we will probably lose about a third of our firefighters and three to five of our 14 fire stations would have to be shut down. Also, insurance premiums would increase.

The other option if it doesn't pass, I suppose, would be to severely cut into other city budgets to keep Spokane's fire department going. That would not be good either. Studies show that people's choice to live in a city is based on public safety, quality of life and educational opportunities.

Compared to other departments in the state, Spokane's citizens get a lot of bang for their buck. We've got the busiest engine in the state and the department's call volume is huge. Here's a link that shows how Spokane's citizens' tax dollars are used compared to other cities.

Back in the 80s, there were over 80 firefighters on duty every shift. When I was hired, over ten years ago, we were pushing 70 on duty. Now we are in the 50s. And over this time, our call volume has doubled. The EMS Levy enables us to continue operating in this mode.

If you are interested, here is a link to the YES EMS website.

Thanks for listening to my shameless plug.

Friday, April 02, 2010

Back from San Diego.

Man, San Diego was great - except everyone, where we stayed, rode their bikes on the sidewalk! I was a visitor, so I didn't scream at them. In fact, I don't think I have ever been more mellow.

80 degrees our first day there.

Our hotel was on a thin peninsula with a large, sheltered bay on one side and the ocean on the other. Mission Beach was nice.

If California is broke, I think we could use a little of that "brokeness" here in our state. Things were hoppin'. The only political bumper sticker that I noticed was this one and it related brokeness as well:HINT: If you want to "Tell Barack I'm Baroke" you may want to get a different car that reflects your barokedness. I see that you drove down to Seaworld ($60 a pop, plus tax, plus parking) with your family from Colorado for Spring Break in a new Yukon. I am sorry. Is there anything I can do to help you (beside talking to Barack)?

I am beginning to thing that "being broke" is not what I thought it was.

Addendum 4/3/10 - Aidan found this link which may explain more about the Baroke Obama concept.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

EMS Levy Approacheth!

Every six years we get to vote on the EMS Levy. Basically, this funds a big chunk of the Spokane Fire Department - about 90 firefighters or almost a third of us. Spokane has 14 stations. Without this funding, more than likely, 5 or more would be shut down. That's a lot.

Right now, compared to other Washington cities, our fire department responds on more calls with less firefighters for less money. I think the taxpayer (me included) is well-served by our fire department. Maintaining the EMS levy retains the same level of service for the same amount of money.

I hope you vote YES, if you live in the city. Ballots will be going out the beginning of April. We will need 60% to pass. Thanks. If you want to know more, here is a website.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Stocking Manito Pond - A Family Get's Its Kicks!

While running this morning, I noticed people sitting on benches smiling and pointing at Manito Pond. I looked over and saw this family. They were booting fish into the pond. I think they were bullheads (The fish. I don't know who the family was). I might be thinking that because I remember when all the bullheads were poisoned out of the pond some years back. Maybe they were trout from the Big Horn Show.

It was an interesting technique, kicking them into the pond. Babe Winkleman should take note. Pretty sad.

A lot of thought and planning goes into managing our parks. Rogue stocking by citizens is not part of this management. In other words, we spend a lot of money and effort to keep this pond less shitty and scummy. Remember the "Don't Feed the Ducks Policy." You can see they have the bread ready for that one too.

It happened pretty fast. They had been at it a while when I arrived on the scene of admiring onlookers. When I got there they still had 10 fish or so when they made the final kick or two that sent the fish into the pond. Looking at the little kid, he was pretty close to going in too.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Rabbitron Interview



My friend and neighbor Phyllis Silver does an excellent interview with my friend Tracy Martin. Tracy is a rabbit advocate and is the founder of Rabbitron. Listen to it here.

Don't buy your kids rabbits for Easter. If you want a pet rabbit, talk to Tracy and she will help you adopt one. Tracy and her husband Max are the best!

Saturday, March 13, 2010

An industrial response to Dr. Bronner

This has been on our shelves at work for quite a few years. Never really noticed it until the other day and it reminded me of Dr. Bronner's castile soap. Yes. It is a slow news day at Spokanarama HQ.

Still, I think back to the copy writing days and think this would have been a lot of fun to have in the portfolio.

Bonus - a nice picture of Dr. Bronner:

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Wow. Flowers. Actually a lot of flowers!

I know we are setting ourselves up for the big spring snowstorm, but the flowers are calling!

Thursday, March 04, 2010

HIgh Drive on brink of eruption.


No. Not really. A caravan of white trucks were parked on the trail. They reminded me of the truck operating the robot pipe inspector this summer. Maybe it's the same bunch. All I know is I had to run through the steam. I held my breath. The smell of tainted varnish and used Juicy Fruit clung tenaciously to my clothing long after I crossed the plume. I cough as I type.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Almost a hat trick.

Saw this while running yesterday. A pretty good job. He managed to park in a no-parking zone, while at the same time parking on and blocking what passes for a sidewalk, as well. If only he had the foresight and gumption to park about 30 feet to the east, he could have blocked the hydrant, as well. So close.

Well, as Meatloaf once wisely pondered in a musical fashion, "Two out of three ain't bad."

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Squished


I am venturing into a realm I haven't been to for almost 20 years. With the 50K River Run approaching, I am slowly getting my mileage up. The past couple of runs, I even took water with me. This is something I have never done before. I stuck a water bottle in a pocket for a 15.5 mile run and then a couple of days ago I carried a bottle inside a fannypack (are they still called that?) for a 17 mile run.

I also carried some "sports gel." The plan was at 9 miles to taste a little of the gel and see how it made me feel. I've used this stuff a couple of times on long bike rides and was pretty amazed.

The bouncing water bottle in the pack kept opening up the pack's zipper and almost escaping. At mile nine, a thorough search proved that the sports gel had been ejected somewhere along the line. Bummer.

But, it did give me something to do on the eight miles home. I kept thinking I had found it. My stomach would feel hopeful, and then, time after time, it turned out to be a cigarette pack wrapper. Thank gawd I am not a smoker. This would have have been a double whammy.

This happened a lot. It was a fun diversion.

When I did find my sustenance, it was squished, and only about two miles from my house.

Luckily it was garbage day, so I was able to throw the pebbly carcass into someone's trashcan.

Yesterday I bought one of those bottle carrier dealios, so we'll see how that goes...

Thursday, February 25, 2010

My Brother-in-Law looks like Ulysses S. Grant....

Heritage Funeral Home is where you can find this great picture of a so-so president. Only here on Spokanarama can you find a picture of my great brother-in-law with the picture of the mediocre president.

The first time I went to Heritage Funeral Home it was for their Titanic exhibit. It was a lot of fun. There was even an inflatable Titanic slide where kids skidded down the deck to their simulated icy doom.

Every Memorial Day, Heritage does some kind of odd-ball remembrance and it's great!

This year's offering:

TV and Movie cowboys!!!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Gearing up for our 50th Birthdays!


Sarah and I both celebrate our 50th birthdays this spring. About a year ago, I said something like, "Hey, we should run a 50 mile race for our 50th birthdays," knowing that there were no 50 mile races around here in the spring. Sarah said that was too far, but there was the 50K Spokane River Run in April.

Damn.

So, we've been building up our mileage this winter. Today, I have a 14 mile run planned. I say planned because I usually wind up getting lost in my thoughts, and adding another couple of miles to the run, according to my Garmin Forerunner 305.

This GPS wristwatch is pretty cool because it also tells me what my current pace is. I also have my really old IPod Mini on board. It's dented up and glued together, but still works OK.

I never listen to music when I run, just podcasts. Some favorites are Real Time with Bill Maher, Harry Shearer's Le Show and WTF by Mark Maron. You might remember him from Air America's Morning Sedition.

My absolute favorite podcast is Coast to Coast AM. Some of the stories people call in with are pretty funny, especially when the caller is drunk and he discloses the sad tale of the werewolf/vampire/alien/liberal who stole his fiance. Some of the shows depart from the paranormal and feature famous scientists - experts on astronomy, geology, mathematics, etc. The same callers still call in. This is fun to listen to as callers try to turn a scientific treatise on black holes into a discussion concerning demonic air fresheners, time-traveling telemarketing and machine elves. Priceless.

Here is a good article, my neighbor Brad shared, concerning George Noory the host of Coast to Coast. Everyday people always tell great stories on this show, and Noory continually treats them with respect and kindness. And then there's always UFO Phil.

I hope to get back into the barefoot running after our birthday celebration.

Happy Trails!

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

First Generation Insulated Windows

It's interesting when you can see how things evolve. These insulated windows are obviously first generation. I think the new ones are even transparent.*

Nonetheless, 2nd Ave Healing Arts is a cool place even in the summer, regardless of their window's R value. So go there, if you need some massaging, rolfing or any other stuff like that there.



* I know.

Monday, February 01, 2010

Back from Florida

Regarding my last post - I am back from astronaut training. Actually, that was the one free day that I had in Florida and I spent it at the Kennedy Space Center. It was $38 to get in. One of the guys really did not want to go there in the first place, so when he found out how much it was going to cost, well it was a great reaction. Then the rest of us really wanted to go. It was the "blood-in-the-water" phenomenon so often observed when you put firefighters together.

We were down there for IAFF ALTS, basically some union training. There were firefighters from all over the USA and Canada. There were a lot of classes, some very good. I saw a lot of this:

Our hotel was across from "Downtown Disney." I got kicked out at 6 am while on a run. The guard told me I couldn't run on "the boardwalk." Here's me right before my ejection:


Downtown Disney is basically a theme park without any rides.

Here are some notes I made my last night there while I wandered around by myself:

A strange place. You have to get bused here unless, like me, your hotel is across the street. Incidentally, there is no crosswalk between the two. It's like if you don't ride the bus or drive your car, your bucking the system. No bike racks.

Orlando, Florida - yet not an orange to be had at DD. Theme restaurants. Theme gift stores, but no theme liquor store. Lots of plastic. A fire would melt the place.

Weathered fiberglass statues of brooms with arms, some carrying buckets, all over in little curbed in areas of green. What is the message here? What was the focus group question that spurred this response? They remind me of the old miniature golf statues in Riverfront Park, making me homesick - geographically and chronologically.

No rides. It's almost like a free taster of Disney World I think. If you like the town, you will love the world.

The place is packed and everyone, including myself, is mesmerized, by the shiny sanitary lights and canned corny blarings. It's like a Mormon burlesque show.

I found myself getting lost but always easily found. It's a preplanned route that makes sure the traveler always stays on the path and never truly wanders astray - a safety maze.

Outside of every restaurant, whether an animatronic dinosaur joint, a tropical jungle cafe, a sternwheel fish place, an upscale Italian eatery, the House of Blues, Planet Hollywood, even McDonald's, all the menus are posted like post mortems. Sometimes they are accompanied by the autopsy photos. Here lies Chicken Strips. Three strips, 14 fries. So lifelike.

Yet, I know there was a time when I would have loved this place. It would have been too expensive for me to eat in any of the restaurants, but everyhing else would have appealed to me. Why? What happened?

Maybe it's because I am alone here now. Half of these people could very well be enjoying themselves in an ironic fashion, chatting up between themselves the goofiness of the whole enterprise, but I don't think so.

It's not real and it's embraced by thousands tonight and that says a lot.

Wow, I just depressed myself. I think I must have been really homesick.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Are more people texting/talking on their cell phones than before we made it a secondary offense?


Was out running this morning and witnessed a Suburban slowly weaving its way down the street. As it passed (extremely closely) I noticed the driver was typing away on her cell phone. I can only imagine the gravity and sagacity of the text "conversation":

What R U doing
I M driving
Me 2
LOL
LOL

Look around next time you're on the streets. It seems as if more drivers are texting and talking than aren't. The current wimpy cell phone law has had no effect.


I must admit the texting thing pisses me off anyway. Ignore the people around you. Ignore what is presently going on, so you can carry on an inane "conversation" with another bored person. That's bullshit. It's especially cool when you are at the movie theater and someone in front of you basically shines a flashlight in your eyes by texting on their beacon of a phone.

I guess it's the purposeful disconnection from the surrounding environment and those around them that texters pursue that really sets me off - all the more so when they are hurtling down the road in their steel behemoths. All I have to defend myself from their distractedness and disconnectedness is my running shoes or bicycle pump.

Which brings me to my proposal. I know the state is considering making these driving infractions a primary offense. Spokane should get a jump on it and make it a primary offense in the city right now. A $500 fine for texting while driving. A $200 fine for talking into a cellphone while driving. Cha ching!!

The red light cameras could go to work on this right away.

How about bounty hunting? Pedestrians, passengers and cyclists could take pictures of drivers texting/talking on their phones and turn them in. Split the ticket down the middle. Half goes to the bounty hunter. The other half to the city. People with windows tinted so darkly that you can't see what they are doing would be presumed guilty. I thought these windows were against the law anyway.


Send your pictures to me. I will post them here. If nothing else, it should make for some interesting art.

Taking these pictures isn't as easy as it looks. I was really slow on the draw for this one which would have been cool because it was a big corporate delivery truck:


On the hunt, you see many texters at work behind the wheel, but it's harder to photograph them usually. It's almost like they know what they are doing is wrong and so they are much more furtive in their behavior.

What do you think? Would this be a cool thing to promote or is it kind of an Orwellian affront?

Friday, January 15, 2010

Zombie Night Out and the Miracle of Cycling!

My high school friends and college roommates, Lance, Rich and I went to the original Dawn of the Dead movie in 1978. A few years ago there was a remake. I thought about how it would be a lot of fun to have a reunion of sorts around this zombie redux.

Rich and I have had our share of reunions. Aside from high school and college graduations. We've had USAF OTS and Spokane/Spokane Valley Firefighter Recruit School graduations. Rich and I have led lives that have, at times, mirrored each other. Lance, on the other hand is much more elusive. Here is a picture taken in 2004 or 2005 right before we saw the remake of Dawn of the Dead, which was not as good as the original. I have never been one to go in for zombies that sprint or do more than shuffle. I mean WTF, they're dead already. That's Lance in the middle. Rich is on the left and I'm on the right striking zombieish poses.


Well, here's the picture from the night before last when we saw ZombieLand at the Garland. Yes, in this movie the zombies are a little too fast at times for my liking, but live and yet live and yet live again is my new motto. Lance is still in the middle. Rich and I have switched sides.

Lance lost a ton of weight. Between photos, he had gotten even heavier than the first picture. At our 30th high school reunion in 2008, Lance had dumped much of the weight. How?

He did it by changing one thing in his life. His bicycle became his primary vehicle. No dieting. No workout regimen other than how he gets from Point A to Point B. Although he does enjoy cycling so much he participates in a lot of just-for-fun rides too.

Lance told me that bicycling saved his life. I believe him. He, like I, acknowledge that it is the most fun way to get anywhere. Like all of us, he has had his share of close calls, once getting clocked in the head by an RV's mirror.

Lance is also a pied-piper of cycling. He has gifted many people with bicycles and has organized rides for others.

When we were kids, Lance was the ultimate motorhead. He could tell you the part number for just about any oil filter and could rebuild any motor. His high school ride was a '41 Chevy. Today, he shuns cars as much as possible and acknowledges that the bicycle is probably the greatest invention and cars close to the worst. Maybe I am putting words in Lance's mouth, but I think he would say something like that.

Let your bicycle be your inoculation against the Zombie Disease gripping our nation. Perhaps you know this sickness better by its scientific name - automobile centric lifestyle syndrome.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Palouser?


Just finished reading The Big Burn by Timothy Egan. A great read. All the action takes place within about a hundred miles of Spokane. I can't get enough of books like these, ones that chronicle a historic event with good characterizations. When you read about the political temperament of the early 20th century, you realize that the same battles are being fought today by the same characters. Although, it seems the citizenry was much more engaged at the time and weren't so easily buffaloed. This morning's article detailing the GOP's attempt to "protect" Obama by condemning Harry Reid because of a racist remark he made years ago comes to mind. Pathetic. Republican attempts at this kind of shameless chicanery were met with scorn and ridicule in the aftermath of the fire of 1910 by the press, by the people and at the ballot box.

I have a lot of local exploring to do this summer, thanks to this book. One thing though. The author talks about how we in eastern Washington refer to a wind blowing from the Palouse as a "Palouser." I had never heard of "palouser." Talking to others, no one else has either. Have you ever heard this word before? Pal Louser? Puh Loser? P'Looser?

I read In Pharoah's Army a few weeks ago and the author claimed that during the Vietnam War he watched The Gong Show. Only if he had a time machine, I think. When I read things like the Palouser and the TV reference, it makes my undiagnosed OCD really flare.

Monday, January 04, 2010

Christmas tree goes off. Nail goes in.


An out-of-focus picture of what I picked up on Broadway and Monroe about 7 am Saturday morning. Luckily, I had removed the Christmas tree from the Xtracycle which made pushing easier. I was a little conflicted when this happened. Do I patch the tube here or do I wait until I get to work? In the dark I didn't know I had picked up a nail, so I tried pumping air into the tube. Understandably, no luck with that, so I walked the last mile or so to work. This turned out to be the right decision.

The tube was pretty new. I sprung for a heavier model with Slime in it. I thought this might be a good idea, as weight is no object for this behemoth of a bike. Understandably, the Slime was no match for the nail. After I patched it and fired up the air compressor to inflate the tube, I found there were a few more holes on the roadside of the tube. The hubside wasn't looking too hot either. Under pressure, the green Slime was flying like an ectoplasmic fountain.

I had a spare tube and some duct tape, so I made it home fine. I think it's time to get a new tire.

Friday, January 01, 2010

Happy New Year!

Sarah was running the day before yesterday and spotted a bald eagle soaring above High Drive. Yesterday, we went for a run and tried to go swimming on the loop back home, but the pool was full. So, instead we walked around Downtown, stopped at Merlyn's to say hello to John Waite and then walked home. Last night we had a great time at our neighbor's house, ringing in the new year.

Spokane is a great place. You can go for a walk and see a bald eagle, coyote, deer or moose and continue on the path for a movie or a great meal. If you stumble on the trail, you can provide a great meal for the fauna.

I am going to do something in 2010 with this photo I snapped in 2009:


I am not sure what, yet. I printed up t-shirts some years ago with this design:

At the time, the Tradewind's pool was full of shopping carts, debris and life aquatic. Sarah and I sometimes fantasize about the Tradewinds being a cool retro tiki kinda place to stay. Molly's across the street would make a fine tiki bar/restaurant too.

The old Tradewinds on N Division sports little in the way of Polynesia anymore. The Downtown Tradewinds sign and logo will probably go the way of the Downtowner's someday. Which is a shame. Here is a link to the Flickr page where I found this image. The photographer has done a great job capturing Spokane's disappearing signage.