End of Bambino’s Curse

Wow.

The Boston Red Sox won.

They went to The Show, and won it all. With a sweep, no less, of the Cardinals.

Wow.

I have mixed feelings about it. I mean, great, it’s cool, the Curse is lifted, over with. I got some email buddies in Boston that I don’t expect to hear from for at least a couple of days (you guys have voted already, right? Right? You’ve got to vote, you know, I don’t care how hung over you are). Peace out, dogs, and all that.

…on the other hand… Don’t get me wrong. I’m a traditionalist. If for no other reason than that, that’s why I love baseball in the first place (note to Caleb: yes, I can be a traditionalist and still respect baseball for changing the type of baseball; they make changes every 20-30 years or so, just to mix it up a little. Baseball’s more than a century old, you know). But, butbutbut… the Curse is part of that tradition. It just doesn’t feel right to have it end.

I mean, what’s next? The Cubs?

On the other other hand, lunar eclipses (like the one last night) are supposed to herald great change. And this was a pretty great one.

I guess I was just hoping for the eclipse to mean a change for someone else. It can still mean that, right? Right?

Hill Repeats, ugh

Tonight was “hill repeats” — the plan was to run about a mile to warm up. The mile ended at Sellwood Park, where there’s a trail leading through the park and it’s uphill. It’s a medium slope. I have no idea what the grade is, but it’s “Baby Bear” — not too hot, not too cold. Just right. From where I start to the top of the hill is around 300-400 meters, as near as I can tell. So I was going to run up to the top of the hill, then jog back down… four times total.

I only timed my runs to the top. My times were: 3:16, 3:21, 3:15, 2:57. Yay! From worst to best I improved by 24 seconds!

If I take my best time, and assume it was about 300 meters, that puts my pace at… let’s see… carry the one… Yikes! 15:49!! I have to have been moving faster than that. 400 meters makes it 11:52, 500 meters makes it 9:29. It felt more like a 9:29 pace, to be honest.

But pace isn’t important. Strengthening my legs and improving my speed is what’s important. So I’ll just focus on best time. Yay, me!

I haven’t added this to my running log yet because I’m going to change how I record Speed Week! and right now there’s

  • a total eclipse to look at,
  • World Series Game 4 to watch,
  • friends to chat with,
  • and food to eat (’cause I’m starving!)

PITA

Smacky was a huge PITA last night. I was trying to drink a beer and eat some chips and salsa and watch the game and he kept trying to knock over my beer or get in the bag of chips or step in my salsa or walk on my laptop (it’s never far away from me)… Finally I broke out the water bottle, and he finally got the message and laid down on my lap.

…soaking wet from the bottle. But it was better than the alternative.

Speed Week!

I was supposed to run yesterday. Was going to get up early. But I slept in instead. It was cold. I was tired. Mostly, I was tired. Bleh. So I told myself I would run after work.

But after work it was pouring down rain. Double-bleh. No good. I toyed with the idea of going to the gym, but I hate the gym, so I puttered around home, cleaning stuff, and went to bed early.

Got up this morning, 4:30 in the frickin’ AM, and it was still cold, and still kind of raining, just that stupid misty kind of rain that’s heavier than fog, but not heavy enough to be, y’know, actual rain. I was going to go back to bed, but then I realized that a) it would really put me off my schedule I had planned for this week, and b) it could very well be full-on raining tonight when I get home from work, just like yesterday. So I threw on my running clothes, fed the cat, and headed outside.

This is going to be Speed Week! What a poor kick-off, huh? A day late. Oh, well. The plan was this: run down to the local high school, about 1.4 miles according to Mapquest, as a warm-up. Then alternate a lap on the track (400 meters) at at least an 8:50 pace, which is about 30 seconds faster than my normal race pace, with 2-3 minutes of fast walking (jogging if I can handle it). Then I’ll head home again.

The run to the track was about 14:10. The pace calculator told me that 400 meters at an 8:50 pace would mean one lap is about 2:11. So I set the timer on my trusty Timex Expedition to 2:11 and aimed to finish each lap before the beeper went off. And I did! My worst time was about 2:00 even, which means I did about an 8:00 pace or better. Yay, me!

Then I tried to run home. Triple-bleh. The run home took 17:07. Still, it was a good workout!

Tomorrow evening I’m doing hill intervals. Friday I’ll do my long run, and practice speeding up for the middle 3 miles. Then it’s back to the track on Hallowe’en… spoooooky.

Good cat

Is this weird?

My cat smells really good. Kinda smoky and spicy.

Since I bathe him in lemon-flavored dishwashing soap, I’d expect a lemon-y scent. But, no. Of course, he’s overdue for a bath and scratching constantly from the fleas, poor thing.

Bookstore haul

Score! Stopped by Powell’s City of Books tonight, and someone must have sold back their Phil K. Dick collection, because they had a metric tonne of old used paperbacks. I picked up a bunch.

Here are the ones I got:

(I swiped the images from PKD’s website; they have an archive of scanned covers of his work, donated by fans from all over. If I’m stealing and they tell me, I’ll take them down).

First day running this week

I decided to take last week off from running. Tired, felt like I was coming down with a cold, blah and meh. Just didn’t have the energy for it.

So today was my first day running since last Friday. Last Friday I felt really fast, on a long (5+ mile) run. But after taking a week off, I was slow on a shorter route (3.5 miles).

I’m going to throw some days in next week that focus on speed. At least once next week I’m thinking of running from my house to Milwaukie High School (about 1.4 miles one-way) and doing some intervals on the track there. And another day I think I’m going to do hill intervals. Yeah. That’ll be good.

The weather’s been icky; cold and showers off-and-on. Hopefully I can keep my motivation to run now that it’s not warm and sunny. I ran in January, February and March this year… but I can’t remember what the weather was like then. Had to be cold and rainy, right? Right? So why’s it affecting me so negatively now? Might be the stoopid election draining away my motivation. I’m obsessed with watching the news, trying to catch the Republicans trying to steal the election. There’s signs of it everywhere (head over to Geeks Against Bush and dig through the posts there for some details, I’ll keep that stuff out of my personal blog for now) and it’s consuming all of my attention.

Whoops! Started out talking about running and ended on politics. See? It’s all I can think about!

There is no three

An inside joke few will get. Over at the Long Winters’ website, John Roderick has made a post!

A nice long post explaining where the hell he’s been all summer, and where the hell their third album is. And, buried deep in the post, he shows that, for better or worse, he thinks just like I do:

Well-meaning friends have encouraged me to strike while the iron is hot, to not be gone too long so that people forget about the Long Winters in their rush to buy the hot new releases, but I feel no panic. First off: to hell with everyone. Secondly: go ahead and buy the hot new releases, we’ll all be dead in seventy years no matter what you do. And C: whither thou goest, go thither, or whatever.

Note: there is no three!

How to Management

As long as I’ve been working in the public sector, I’ve noticed that management doesn’t seem to communicate very well. In fact, what they do is almost anti-communication. They suppress rumors, they complain when employees communicate about anything except the specifics of their job assignments, they turn even the most basic knowledge of what plans or guidelines are in place into state secrets.

And they’re very reactionary. When they jump up and down and deny, when they state in the strongest possible terms that something ain’t gonna happen, and then two weeks later, it happens, they end up looking like damned fools

I don’t understand their extreme aversion to “rumors”. If they withhold information on anything and everything, then, naturally, employees are going to talk to each other and share whatever information they can get. It’s like management is trying to prevent employees from being human. Sharing is normal.

But what’s even more interesting is when they turn actual, verifiable facts into “rumor”. It’s almost Orwellian (Bushian? No, wait: Rovian) the way they can spin an actual, honest-to-Goldstein data point into something vague and seedy.

Here’s an example (you knew I was going somewhere with this, right?) Some employee sees the Facilities guys wandering around, doing a survey of a work area, taking notes on a clipboard, measuring things. Said employee asks them what they’re doing, and they get an answer: “We’re just seeing if we can fit more cubicles into this area.”

Another employee, at another floor, hears from a group of people, “We’re moving.” When they’re asked where, the answer is the same place that the above-mentioned Facilities guys were doing their survey and measuring.

Now, for most people with IQs greater than room temperature, that would be enough to constitute a “fact.” I mean, philosophers might argue about what, exactly, is “proof” or “evidence” but, holy fucking shit, to the vast majority of the population, those two paragraphs are pretty close to being the same as 1 + 1 = 2. You know, where “2” is: hey, that work unit is moving over to this building here.”

So, the employees share that information with each other. And someone brings it up to the manager in charge. And what happens then?

Said manager puts out an email:

I would like to address the rumour that is circulating regarding the combination of [Team One] and [Team Two]. This is in fact just a rumour. I was told it was started by [Team Three], but maybe that is just a rumour too. I suggest in the future that when you hear this kind information that you come and ask your manager/supervisor or me directly and that you not spread the rumour even more. Also, you could suggest to the person you are hearing it from that they should in fact confirm their information before they spread it. Rumours serve no purpose except to disrupt work and upset people. My door is always open and I will be as honest as I can with you. Please come and see if you have any questions.


[Name of other manager of another group withheld]: Please share this information with your staff–my door is open to them also. I am happy to answer any questions they may have about my organization.

OK, got it? Let’s list the errors. I’m sure you can find lots more but here’s a few for thought:

  • Sending this in an email? How chicken-shit is that? Hey, I’m sure that this person’s been a manager long enough to be able to fuckin’ lie with a straight face. Oh, maybe not… maybe the only way said manager can disseminate this misinformation is from the faceless anonymity of email. That way they don’t have to be around for the inevitable question-asking afterward, like “What do you take us for, idiots?” and “Is that rain, or are you pissing in my face again?”
  • Remember what started this? Direct information from two different sources? Yeah, well, welcome to the wonderful world of “The Big Lie”. No, nonono, this isn’t a nasty fact; it’s a rumor.
  • Worse than that last point is this: who the fucking fuck cares?! Is it really important? I mean, are the terrorists going to fucking win if someone finds out about this move early? Are the employees involved really that fucking indispensable?
  • Talking about staff being moved around is going to “disrupt work and upset people”? Funny, the only one whose panties are in a twist is the above-mentioned manager. So, I guess, in a self-fulfiling way, yeah, Manager-person, it’s upsetting. But, really, taking a fuckin’ Prozac and everything’s gonna be all right.
  • My absolutely favorite line is “My door is always open and I will be as honest as I can with you.” Does this person not understand how this reads? Hey, I always thought that honesty was a binary value. Somethin’s either honest, or it isn’t. But, hell, I haven’t been to Manager-Type-Person School, where I would find out that there are values of honest, shades of honesty… So if I go in to this person’s office, and ask a question, should I then follow up with, “On a scale of one to ten, with ten being ‘honest’ and everything else being a dirty lie of one kind or another, what would you say your answer to me is going to be?”

So, I have to ask: does this person know that it’s all bullshit but is somehow compelled to say it anyway? or are they oblivious to how dense and controlling they’re being?