Friday, September 2, 2011

Election Reform for a Modern World


As I watched the Republican "debate" a couple of weeks ago, shaking my head at what an absolute farce debates always are, I couldn't help but feel an impending sense of doom. I fully expect a future election to be determined in a reality show format. Aside from looking clean and apparently STD free, the contenders won't be that different than they are today. They'll be divided into teams (red and blue of course), shake hands, kiss baby's, talk crap about each other, form alliances, lie, cheat, steal, molest pages, and vote each other off the campaign RV. The last one standing is who we're stuck with for the next two, four, or six years. I think you get the idea. Mark my words, it's coming, and like our current crop of candidates "whoever wins, we lose"!

The only individual worth anything in the room was Ron Paul, but it's virtually impossible for him to communicate his message on crucial issues in one or two minute clips. In this age of professional politicians and "image management" he doesn't come off as polished and "dazzling" as some of the others. Unfortunately, on top of being addicted to the government "teat" in some form or another, most people are more concerned about the latest cast off from American Idol and what starlet plans on adopting a starving Asian child. They simply don't have the interest or time to research a candidates positions, they might fall behind on really important things.

If your fellow voters and the media were really interested in putting our country on the right track the media elites who produce these sham "debates" would give candidates enough time (and John Q. Citizen would demand it) to thoroughly explain their positions to a population mentally and morally stunted by our public education system. Alas they're not, and the madness will continue.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Litany of Humility


O Jesus! meek and humble of heart, Hear me.
From the desire of being esteemed,
Deliver me, Jesus.

From the desire of being loved...
From the desire of being extolled ...
From the desire of being honored ...
From the desire of being praised ...
From the desire of being preferred to others...
From the desire of being consulted ...
From the desire of being approved ...
From the fear of being humiliated ...
Fromthe fear of being despised...
From the fear of suffering rebukes ...
From the fear of being calumniated ...
From the fear of being forgotten ...
From the fear of being ridiculed ...
From the fear of being wronged ...
From the fear of being suspected ...

That others may be loved more than I, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.

That others may be esteemed more than I ...
That, in the opinion of the world, others may increase and I may decrease ...
That others may be chosen and I set aside ...
That others may be praised and I unnoticed ...
That others may be preferred to me in everything...
That others may become holier than I,
provided that I may become as holy as I should…

Rafael Cardinal Merry del Val (1865-1930)

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Unsolicited Rambling Thoughts and Advice on Dropping Some Weight


Oh to be young again! I remember when I could eat anything I wanted with virtually no consequences! Pizza, hot dogs, chips, ice cream, soda, mac and cheese, fast food, you name it. I indulged in all the staples of the modern American diet. I was in my 20's, very fit from cycling, and had the metabolism of a hummingbird. All that changed when I hit 30. I had stopped riding (and everything else I used to do), but still ate like I was ship wrecked. This overindulgence went on for years until about 6 years ago I decided It was now or never. Like most of America, I was fat, stressed, and depressed about the situation I'd put myself in. Over the years I had, on occasion, dropped a few pounds by walking trails and watching what I ate but I never made what I would call a change in lifestyle. I wasn't motivated enough and I thought I was too busy ("boy I need to start working out soon" I'd tell myself).

One day I got on the scale and realized I'd hit 240 pounds "on the dot"! Spare tire, double chin, budding "moobs", weird drivers license picture, holy crap! I was no longer the 1980's svelt cyclist (175 lbs), I was the 2005 "fat dad who got tired hitting grounders to his little league team". I was embarrassed that I'd let myself go like that! Something in me snapped at that moment. I decided to be a responsible adult and "dig out".

I started out by stretching and walking some local trails at a nearby park. I put my head phones on and walked at a pretty good clip (enough to break a good sweat). I didn't keep track of how far I went, I just made sure I pushed myself. I would do this whenever I was home, and when I was traveling I'd find a local park or neighborhood. It was tough at first. My muscles and joints would ache to the point of discouragement. "Screw this!" I'd say to myself, "you're fat and it's hopeless." Then I'd see someone in a deeper hole than I was in, out there plugging along, and I'd think "it could be worse, and if they can try, you better get your head on straight!".

In terms of getting my head on straight I performed a massive "ego check". I realized I put myself in that situation and it was going to take time and serious effort. I didn't get that way overnight, and fat or skinny I'd never be what I once was physically or in appearance anyways, but I would feel and look better than I did (I'm content to blend in). Coming to a realization of these things took the pressure off and I settled in for the long haul.

I lost some weight from all the walking and changing my diet, and a year or so later I decided to buy a bike (another Bottecchia!). I was very excited to get back on the bike and was quickly humbled. I knew it would be painful, but geeeeez! The first time out I did 10 excruciating, leg burning miles (probably at about 10 mph haha)! I felt jittery, and vulnerable before a car was even in sight. I used to hammer for miles and miles and miles! I could climb fairly well and could bomb down descents without a care in the world (I hit 50 mph a couple of times)! Now, years of inactivity later, I was fat, pasty white, and struggling up a very small incline in my small chain ring. I kept on riding and rediscovered a sport which meant so much to me as a younger man. After setting reasonable goals for time and distance, every chance I got I hit the road and basically punished myself. The weight started to melt off quickly!

I changed my diet radically. No regular soda or juice, junk food, fast food (avoid it like the plague), deep fried food, desert, etc. I wouldn't even take a sample at Costco! I tried as hard as I could to avoid processed "insta meals" and kept my portions of anything I ate reasonable (no buffets either!). I cut out diet soda a couple years ago (completely soda free for two years!) and drink a lot of water and unsweet tea.

For the most part (I'm not a killjoy) I now eat reasonable portions of salad, meat of all kinds, lots of seafood, healthy bread, fruit, vegetables of all sorts, healthy cereal, and dairy (very little cheese). I don't snack much at all and I don't have desert or sweets very often. I fast every week and abstain from meat every Friday. I "takes me vitamins" as well.

If I'm tempted I just remember that I've lost 50 lbs the hard way. I know what whatever it is that's tempting me tastes like, I've had my fair share. I don't need it, I'm an adult and can't eat that crap anymore. I'm can control my will (the Catholic faith has help me immeasurably in this!) and I choose to deny myself.

I think what we feed our minds with has a lot to do with what we feed our bodies as well. In a nutshell, we live in a culture that caters to the basest desires. In fact it often creates or magnifies those desires. It focuses on "the self". If we marinate ourselves in it, which most people do from childhood, it's bound to create unhappiness and confusion. We are constantly fed images as to what "success" is, what "happiness" is, what "fulfillment" is, etc. Problems surface and are settled in the duration of a commercial or sitcom. Good looking/ cool people (not fat slobs) eat lots of fast, un-nutritious food, are ultra fit (if obesity isn't normal, neither is being ripped! Shoot for normal), drive great cars, wind surf, look great dressed immodestly (you're not "hot", dress like you should, not how you want to..), are incredibly promiscuous (STD & guilt free!) and have a better time in the shower than you ever will! Life is seemingly good for them, and that could be you if only you bought___! So you buy___ and you're still in the same boat, only now you're poorer and depressed! It's not reality in any way, shape or form. So maybe, consciously or unconsciously, you eat as a temporary distraction?

Everyone has obstacles, your goal should be to limit them and keep them within reason. Honestly, if you really think about it, you bring the bulk of your problems on yourself to one degree or another. The opposite is true as well.

Try a "culture fast" for a week. Turn off your TV, get away from your computer, throw out your crappy music (or at least box it up) and fill your life with good music and books of substance. Pray often, learn to enjoy silence, being outside, walk and talk with your spouse and kids, talk with a neighbor, plant a garden, buy a telescope, go to a museum, park, zoo, or library.

As for losing weight, you can do that too! You Should!! It's the right thing to do for yourself, your spouse, and your kids! And if you ever need some realistic advice or encouragement please let me know!

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Anima Christi


Soul of Christ, sanctify me
Body of Christ, save me
Blood of Christ, inebriate me
Water from Christ's side, wash me
Passion of Christ, strengthen me
O good Jesus, hear me
Within Thy wounds hide me
Suffer me not to be separated from Thee
From the malicious enemy defend me
In the hour of my death call me
And bid me come unto Thee
That I may praise Thee with Thy saints

and with Thy angels
Forever and ever
Amen



The Anima Christi is a prayer from around the 14th century. It is still widely used after receiving the body and blood of Our Lord, Jesus Christ in Holy Communion.


Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Good Times!

Last week I did something that I've never really been able to do due to a hectic work/ travel schedule, I took my wife and daughters "on the road" with me. We had a great time driving through Northern Virginia and Maryland. Tuesday they were able to hang out at the hotel while I went on my appointments. Wednesday we ate lunch at The Shamrock, a restaurant owned by Mike Fitzgerald, a good friend of mine in Thurmont, Maryland. There's nothing better than a bowl of fish chowder at The Shamrock (although they do have a fine pub in the back I need to mention)!

After a great lunch we drove up to Gettysburg and were able to tour the battlefield for several hours! Over the years I've been able to visit every major Civil War battlefield and numerous smaller ones, and Gettysburg was the only one missing. CHECK. This is the 150 anniversary of the war so that made it even better. If you were a Confederate soldier in Pickett's charge, you had a suitcase full of courage (or a knapsack at the very least). Gettysburg, Antietam, and Shiloh are great places to visit if you ever get a chance.

Thursday we had a chance to stop at Mayorga Coffee! Mayorga is a regional coffee that we buy at Costco and their based in Rockville, Maryland. It's our favorite and we were able to buy some different coffee that's not sold at Costco! If you want to buy some I recommend the Cafe Cubano or the Nicaragua, you won't be disappointed. That night I scored a room at the Crown Plaza for dirt cheap, so we slept really well!

Friday I took a vacation day at we spent several hours at the US Botanic Garden in Washington DC. All I can say is WOW!! We've been to several gardens over the years including Bouchart Gardens in Victoria, BC. The USBC is one of the best and we'll being going back whenever we visit DC.

Over all it was a great week and it was nice to have some company "on the road".


Friday, July 16, 2010

Story Songs


Earlier this week I was using "the facilities" at a restaurant in Silver Spring, Maryland (side note-If Somalia is wondering where all of its citizens disappeared to, they're in Silver Spring, MD, Columbus, OH & driving Taxi's in NYC) and what's playing on the in house play list but "Convoy" by CW McCall! In Southern parlance I'd been "talking to a man about a dog" and now my mind was racing! Now granted Convoy is an extraordinarily stupid song but it was a hit, mostly due to the rural/ truck driving culture that was a fad of sorts in the 70's and early 80's. People flocked to the theater's to watch artistic gems such as Convoy (yes it was a movie, so was Harper Valley PTA!), "Breaker, Breaker" (starring a young Chuck Norris) & "Smokey and the Bandit"! Clint Eastwood was "Philo Beddoe" and beat the crap out of many a meat packer and left Pacoma littered with the bodies of Black Widow's in his "Any Which Way but Loose" movies (still entertaining), this was spun off for TV with "BJ and The Bear" because there's nothing more amusing than the combination of long haul truck driving and sidekick apes.

I guess I've been wondering what has happened to the "story song" genre (Rap doesn't count)? When I was really small I loved Jimmy Dean's "Big Bad John" and Marty Robbin's "El Paso" ("Big Iron" is great too!). Johnny Horton had big hits with "The Battle of New Orleans" and "North to Alaska". The first one I really liked was Larry Verne's "Mr. Custer" (Hey Charlie duck your head!), that was a real classic! Kenny Roger's (props to Brian Gooch & Grandma Smart) was the last performer I can think of that could pull the "story song" out of his tool box and was able to make some made for TV movies as a result as well. It's sad we've lost this bit of Americana but maybe we don't have any stories to tell anymore, the music/entertainment industry is so crass and profane now maybe it's a good thing.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Capital to Capital Century 2010- A Saturday in Hell


It's been two days since I completed the Cap2Cap Century and I'm still amazed that I finished.

This was my third consecutive year riding this relatively flat 100 mile route and I felt fairly well prepared to put in a good day "in the saddle". It's not a race mind you, but I do enjoy competing against myself and trying to improve my best time. While I don't have as many miles in at this point as I did last year (weather, work, etc), I'm certainly not in bad shape by any means. Miles wise January and February were meager. In March I squeezed in 300 miles. April was very good and I pounded out 500. I do the bulk of this on weekends and an occasional office week. Plus, I've spent much of the last year focusing on overall conditioning and I'm feeling like I'm in the best shape of my life overall.

That being said, when I woke up Saturday morning I felt like I could at least equal last year's time of 5 hours and 15 minutes. At 7:30 am a couple hundred of us rolled out on the road to Colonial Williamsburg. Much of the route is absolutely beautiful and the scenery is amazing. We cut through small towns and pass Colonial era plantations on heavily shaded roads. Sometimes the smell of the honeysuckle and gardenia is overpowering!

I jumped into a really decent pace line of about 20 riders and after warming up we were steaming along at an average speed of about 25 mph! I took a couple of good pulls at the front and we rolled into the first rest area. I refilled my bottles and ate a banana and a Clif bar. About 10 minutes later we were off again and clipping along at a good pace. As we were going past some open fields I noticed that we were being helped by a very stiff tailwind and our average speed was now around 32 or 33 mph. While this was deliriously fun heading toward the turn around point, I knew if the wind didn't change directions it would be a suck fest of mammoth proportions on the way back.

At the 50 mile turnaround I ate, drank, and relaxed in the shade for a little bit. It was starting to get hot and the wind was really picking up. I don't like sitting for too long because you start to stiffin' up, so I decided to get moving. I was talking with one of the ride volunteers when someone started yapping over his radio that they need an ambulance somewhere. A rider had been blown into another rider and they both went down pretty hard! Yikes! I took off with a couple of other guys and as we were heading over the James River bridge the wind felt UNREAL! I thought it was because we were on a bridge (duh!) but that was not the case. The bridge is not long, nor steep but it seemed to take forever to cross. We were going about 12 mph!

Once we crossed the river and got into the tree line it was a little better, but not much. We wanted to form an echelon, a great way to get in someones draft in a crosswind. But that doesn't work to well on a fairly well traveled road. The choice was echelon and risk getting thumped by a car or suffer in the wind. We chose the wind. The next 50 miles was by far the worst physical suffering I've ever felt in my life! We tried to stay together but eventually we were separated. You want to help a guy, but you can only do so much. You just go at whatever pace you think you can maintain. I did everything I could think of to distract myself from the pain. I said my Rosary. I asked every Saint I could think of to pray for me. I said an unknown number of Hail Mary's. I recited every prayer I could think of several times over.

The last 25 or 30 miles were a nightmare of freakish pain! I Filled my bottles at the last rest stop and ate again. I was only there about five minutes and took off again with Robert. Robert and I had ridden about 50 miles together off and on during the ride. He unintentionally dropped me on the first "hill" and he was a constant dot on the horizon for the next 15 miles or so. I finally caught him, and unintentionally dropped him about 2 miles later. I actually wanted to quit with 12 miles to go, then I saw a pair of crap filled white jockey shorts laying on the side of the road! How FREAKING BIZARRE! I've seen a lot of debris on the side of the road in my time but I can honestly say that was a first! I thought "if you quit with twelve miles to go after all you've been through today that will sum it all up"! So I put my head down and kept going. With three miles to go I had another first, my quads started cramping like mad! I had to put pressure on certain points to keep them from totally imploding.

When I finally crossed the line I was emotionally spent. I felt nothing whatsoever. No joy. No sense of accomplishment. Nothing. I just sat on a chair and tried not to fall over. I started feeling light headed and having sharp stomach cramps and decided to use a Port o' John. After a few minutes in there the cramps started to get so bad that I decided it was time to vamoose! I didn't want to pass out and die in a portable crapper. That's not a noble way to go and would not sit well with the wife and kids. So I staggered over to some grass and layed down for about 20 minutes.

Finally I felt good enough to partake of the lunch they provided. I had some "Buzz and Ned's" barbecue and tried to drink as much as I could. Carol came and picked me up. She'd been at the soccer fields all day with the girls and was worried about me when she saw how windy it was. Sunday I was not feeling too hot at all, but I'm doing much better today. I still feel extremely weak, but the stomach cramps are almost gone.

I'll be working in Albany this week. Usually I'd already be thinking about the upcoming weekends rides. At the moment it's the last thing I want to think about.

End Result- 103 miles in 6 hours, 5 minutes.