Apropos to the event Urban Dictionary differentiates a film from a (mere) movie:
Heaven help you if you disagree with where "Fast and The Furious" was classifed.Sunday, February 25, 2007
Film vs. Movie
Twas the night of the highly-anticipated Oscar awards. While some commiserate on whose gown was the saddest failure of the night, others may opt to ask the more germane question: Was the recognition well-deserved?
Apropos to the event Urban Dictionary differentiates a film from a (mere) movie:
Heaven help you if you disagree with where "Fast and The Furious" was classifed.
Apropos to the event Urban Dictionary differentiates a film from a (mere) movie:
Heaven help you if you disagree with where "Fast and The Furious" was classifed.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Bullet with Butterfly Wings
I was motivated to beat my previous time during that last half-marathon in Boston. The same way I bid goodbye to my old stomping ground - what better way to fully get me into the San Francisco state of mind by taking in the views and roaming its coastal streets? On Superbowl Sunday, I took on the challenge (with a prayer that my knees will not buckle halfway).
Kaiser Permanente Half-Marathon 2007, San Francisco
Sunday, February 4, 2007, 8:00am
Bib/Race #: 4341
Net Time: 1:55:05
Published Time: 2:06:05
Final choice for a starter tune: Bullet with Butterfly Wings, by the Smashing Pumpkins. It was quite a challenge to finalize the tunes in my running mix (Aptly titled: "Run, Dammit!") for this race. They advise not to start with something too fast as it would tire me out easily. They say try to stay uniform across the mix and the slow down/speed up intervals should be gradual. To think that filling your list with Chemical Brothers and Korn would get you on a consistent angry speed mode to the finish, is unwise. The beginning lines of Bullet builds up to faster, edgier riffs - shortly after hearing, "And what do I get for my pain? Betrayed desires... and a piece of the game" I picked up speed, without consciously meaning to.
Great running conditions for that day: Comfortable weather that started at 55-60 degrees and warming up to almost 70 mid-morning, the course was relatively flat with a few rolling hills through Golden Gate Park, wonderful views of Ocean Beach. I tried to focus on my running pace, while minding my gait and not over-exerting on my problematic right knee. With controlled breathing and adeptness at bobbing and weaving past other runners without tripping anybody - everything else around me did not exist... except for the lush greens in the park, the arboretum, the de Young Museum, and the crashing waves by the Great Pacific Highway. This running route is by far one of the most scenic I have ever experienced - that alone made it all worthwhile.
At last year's race in Boston, I started feeling the knee pains at Mile 7. This time around, I ran past Mile 8 slightly fatigued, but in better shape and lacking that familiar sting. At one point, oddly enough - it was as if a dose of Vivarin kicked in and I was noticing my feet gain momentum: Before getting onto the Ocean Beach route, it looked like I was sprinting for a good 5-8 minutes. I wondered if this ease was because of the Yoga, or the Glucosamine (horse) pills I have been taking everyday. It was all short-lived, as my knee started hurting at Mile 10.
It was frustrating - but not enough to get me to quit with about 3 miles to go. Comical how I thought back to my starting song - I did feel like a bullet, trying to gain momentum at the last stretch, albeit stuck with flimsy flutters. Another thing that I liked about this course, however... was the mile to the finish. Boston had about a 1.5 mile distance from the last turn (with finish line in view) to the actual finish, accented with an arched bridge in the middle to mimic a hill. So close, yet so far.... The last mile for the Kaiser race comprised of several turns. On the last right-hand turn, it was a pleasant surprise to see that only approximately 25 feet is the finish line.
I have always relied on time chip technology for accurate race scores, but this race did not utilize that. Instead, runners who finished were funnelled in lanes for another 10 feet or so - at the end of that would be the kind volunteers who collected your race# tag and put your time down at the time of receipt. This brings forth inaccurate scores because 1) It does not acknowledge your time at crossing the Start, and 2) How does that take into account the slow bastard in front of me in that lane? Sure, we're all winded - but he was just stretching while walking with a slow gibbon's gait. Screw then the scoring authority - I knew I finished well under 2 hours.
Right at the end of those lanes was a sight of a familiar face. Steve was looking around scoping the runners and probably wondering if he will ever find me. I walked over, and before I could even give him a hug of relief and gratitude, he says "Hey!.... What's that on your chin?" At Mile 6, I took a dose of a Cliff Energy Gel, Chocolate flavor. I knew it dripped and got to my face, but I also thought I scrubbed it all off. Great. I finished the second half of the race with a huge chocolate stripe across my chin. Just glorious.
The Patriots may not have made it to the Superbowl this year - but other victories were achieved this day (and we'd almost feel sorry to see Peyton "cut that meat" Manning be the butchered one if he cannot deliver a Superbowl win with his salary). Nevertheless, I highly recommend this race for first time half-marathon runners, as well as those who need to be reminded (informed, enchanted, mesmerized) of how beautiful this city is.
On the other side my angst-ridden started song, was a tune that kicked up towards the end of that Mile 13 marker that was suitable with my overall sentiments at that moment: Float On, by Modest Mouse.
Image credits: http://geology.usgs.gov/postdoc/profiles/barnard1.jpg
Kaiser Permanente Half-Marathon 2007, San Francisco
Sunday, February 4, 2007, 8:00am
Bib/Race #: 4341
Net Time: 1:55:05
Published Time: 2:06:05
Final choice for a starter tune: Bullet with Butterfly Wings, by the Smashing Pumpkins. It was quite a challenge to finalize the tunes in my running mix (Aptly titled: "Run, Dammit!") for this race. They advise not to start with something too fast as it would tire me out easily. They say try to stay uniform across the mix and the slow down/speed up intervals should be gradual. To think that filling your list with Chemical Brothers and Korn would get you on a consistent angry speed mode to the finish, is unwise. The beginning lines of Bullet builds up to faster, edgier riffs - shortly after hearing, "And what do I get for my pain? Betrayed desires... and a piece of the game" I picked up speed, without consciously meaning to.
Great running conditions for that day: Comfortable weather that started at 55-60 degrees and warming up to almost 70 mid-morning, the course was relatively flat with a few rolling hills through Golden Gate Park, wonderful views of Ocean Beach. I tried to focus on my running pace, while minding my gait and not over-exerting on my problematic right knee. With controlled breathing and adeptness at bobbing and weaving past other runners without tripping anybody - everything else around me did not exist... except for the lush greens in the park, the arboretum, the de Young Museum, and the crashing waves by the Great Pacific Highway. This running route is by far one of the most scenic I have ever experienced - that alone made it all worthwhile.
At last year's race in Boston, I started feeling the knee pains at Mile 7. This time around, I ran past Mile 8 slightly fatigued, but in better shape and lacking that familiar sting. At one point, oddly enough - it was as if a dose of Vivarin kicked in and I was noticing my feet gain momentum: Before getting onto the Ocean Beach route, it looked like I was sprinting for a good 5-8 minutes. I wondered if this ease was because of the Yoga, or the Glucosamine (horse) pills I have been taking everyday. It was all short-lived, as my knee started hurting at Mile 10.
It was frustrating - but not enough to get me to quit with about 3 miles to go. Comical how I thought back to my starting song - I did feel like a bullet, trying to gain momentum at the last stretch, albeit stuck with flimsy flutters. Another thing that I liked about this course, however... was the mile to the finish. Boston had about a 1.5 mile distance from the last turn (with finish line in view) to the actual finish, accented with an arched bridge in the middle to mimic a hill. So close, yet so far.... The last mile for the Kaiser race comprised of several turns. On the last right-hand turn, it was a pleasant surprise to see that only approximately 25 feet is the finish line.
I have always relied on time chip technology for accurate race scores, but this race did not utilize that. Instead, runners who finished were funnelled in lanes for another 10 feet or so - at the end of that would be the kind volunteers who collected your race# tag and put your time down at the time of receipt. This brings forth inaccurate scores because 1) It does not acknowledge your time at crossing the Start, and 2) How does that take into account the slow bastard in front of me in that lane? Sure, we're all winded - but he was just stretching while walking with a slow gibbon's gait. Screw then the scoring authority - I knew I finished well under 2 hours.
Right at the end of those lanes was a sight of a familiar face. Steve was looking around scoping the runners and probably wondering if he will ever find me. I walked over, and before I could even give him a hug of relief and gratitude, he says "Hey!.... What's that on your chin?" At Mile 6, I took a dose of a Cliff Energy Gel, Chocolate flavor. I knew it dripped and got to my face, but I also thought I scrubbed it all off. Great. I finished the second half of the race with a huge chocolate stripe across my chin. Just glorious.
The Patriots may not have made it to the Superbowl this year - but other victories were achieved this day (and we'd almost feel sorry to see Peyton "cut that meat" Manning be the butchered one if he cannot deliver a Superbowl win with his salary). Nevertheless, I highly recommend this race for first time half-marathon runners, as well as those who need to be reminded (informed, enchanted, mesmerized) of how beautiful this city is.
On the other side my angst-ridden started song, was a tune that kicked up towards the end of that Mile 13 marker that was suitable with my overall sentiments at that moment: Float On, by Modest Mouse.
Image credits: http://geology.usgs.gov/postdoc/profiles/barnard1.jpg
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Here vs.There
Boston and San Francisco had some interesting news bits in the past few days.
In Boston:
In Boston:
- The bomb scare story, where Sean Stevens and Peter Berdovsky executed a guerrilla ad campaign. Marketers, take note. The same pranksters videotaped police response to their idea of creating buzz.
- I guess Mitt was really going to run after all.
- Talk of weather overrated? Not if I'm spared here from these temperatures.
- (The three-hour time difference can be a strain to phone correspondence. After a gruelling game of phone-tag, a dear friend reports that she is expecting. Emily, probably one of the most active and athletic women I know, will soon give up the rowing oars to be a mom.)
In San Francisco:
- "I'm your mayor and I'm an alcoholic." (Chorus: Hi, Mayor)
- Good golly, Queen Mary! The majestic ship is reported to be the biggest vessel to have ever entered the San Francisco Bay. A mere 30 foot clearance was all there was as the ship cruised under the Golden Gate bridge.
- Of course. Just my luck - now that I actually would like to get my snowboarding (lack of) skills worked on, snow had been scant in Tahoe. Wasn't I just shovelling my car out of a mound of that last year?
- (Finished a half-marathon on Superbowl Sunday, leaving my right knee a painfully sore pulp for 2 days. Fun times.)
On the Bush Iraq plan, (Republican) survey says...
No.
"The vote is whether we can proceed to debate the escalation to the war in
Iraq," Reid said. "And the Republicans have told everybody they're all gonna
vote 'no.'"
Well, 'no' on the motion to proceed, that is. For now. More discussions on this resolution to continue, despite several other key issues that need to be addressed this week. For $245B and more lives on the line, is it any wonder that the debate shall go on?
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