Wednesday, February 27, 2008

"This is Myron Cope, on sports"

That's how Myron Cope ended every broadcast that I can remember. He died today and I believe I am safe in saying that my city's heart is collectively broken. This whole city mourns on Monday mornings after a Steeler loss, you should have seen it today.

My entire life I watched Steeler games with the TV volume off and the radio on - my dad and grandfather loved him. He has the most grating voice you have ever heard and Pittsburgh COULD NOT get enough of him. Everything he said was gold. I think he drove members of my generation kind of crazy, but even if you hated him, you loved him.

In 1976 he swam the Mon river (in DECEMBER) to make good on a bet and he is the only broadcaster in the football hall of fame.

Myron Cope brought us the terrible towel. Please tell me that you know what the terrible towel is... please??


He invented the towel - but the story behind it is that Myron gives all money raised from the sale of towels, over 2 Million to day, to an Autism school in Western PA. He has been doing this for over a decade now. very quietly.

If you don't know of him, there is no way for me to capture him.



I can only say that talking about him today has brought back many wonderful moments from my childhood. He encapsulated so many things that I love about this city - generosity, humor, devotion to our Steelers, loyalty, passion, brutal honesty and a fair amount of chutzpah.

How exactly do you hang a terrible towel at half mast? Yoi.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

10:00

I honestly can think of few things as intimate to me as my running log. Is that weird? I think that's weird.... I would sooner show someone my scale reading or my diary or my eighth grade school picture than my running log.

I am acquainted with an above-average number of really really good runners... we're talking olympic trials material, so me and my 10:00 minute miles are easy discouraged.

Not any more!!


I'm reclaiming my slowness!

the other day I bumped the treadmill up to level 2 (9:05.. with an incline!!) and I was so stoked... then I stopped and realized that speed was still a joke to most other runners I know and my bubble was quickly burst. That's crap!! It was damn fast for me.

That doesn't mean I don't want to be faster, I'm not taking my 5K time off of my 101 list, but I also won't bad mouth myself for my speed, regardless of what it is.

I'm feeling so good about it, I may try and find a way to link my running log into this blog... how's that for accountability?

Stay tuned... I have a feeling this isn't the end of this particular rant...

Monday, February 18, 2008

President's Day Rant

Since I've been ranting more than blogging lately, I decided to at least give running a break and rant about politics for a bit. It's President's Day and seems somehow fitting. I'm also off work today and have lots of time for CNN and Anderson Cooper (I wonder if he ever calls Rawley Valverde or Lisa Ling to talk about the good old days in the "hacienda").

Since I live in Pennsylvania and we obviously don't care about politics, we haven't bothered to hold our primary election yet. This means I haven't yet had to decide for whom I shall cast my vote.

I'm still waiting for one the candidates... any of them really... to come through with some actual information. I'm so sick of everyone standing up and saying "fix the economy, fix education, fix healthcare".

HOW??? I want to see your plan. I want numbers, I want pie charts, I want details. We let our candidates off too easily. We let them off with lip service and empty promises and we focus on things like how many times they cried or what they did when they were 18. We let ourselves get caught up in the nonsense, just like they want us to, and we forget about everything that's important.
I demand more! I demand to know not just that you're going to fix it, but how you're going to fix it. nobody is going to stand up there and say "I have no intention of doing anything about healthcare". So they aren't really saying anything useful by promising to fix it.


Where is Ross Perot when you need him? Say what you want, but the man went on TV in a half hour special, and went through every aspect of our government, explained what was wrong with it, and FURTHER EXPLAINED HOW HE WANTED TO FIX IT. Come on, the man had pie charts!! We need more pie charts!!

Friday, February 15, 2008

Marine Corps Marathon II

In an attempt to not be full of $h1t, I am working on some follow through to this post.

Though there are many things I love love love about Larryville, my inability to run after work (in the dark) is not one of them. I have used this as an excuse to not run for far too long.

I joined a gym. It is only a few blocks from my office and I try to get there everyday. So far, i'm averaging about 3 days a week.... but i'm running again!!!

Running is my single favorite activity and yet it is so easy for me to get away from. That never ceases to boggle my mind. I have never ever return from a run thinking "man, why did I do that?" I always feel great, it makes me feel less anxious and happier and.... the list goes on really, but I still make excuses to not do it.

So why am I telling you all of this? Accountability, my friend. It's new and fun now, but can I make it more than a few weeks? If I keep talking about it, I feel I have a better shot. So stay tuned, and if you don't hear me talking about the miles I'm logging... call my bitch ass out!! =)

Monday, February 11, 2008

1 TB

I need a moment for a short, but necessary geek rant.

*begin geek moment*

One Terabyte. That's how much you can (and roomie did) buy in exteral storage. Don't tell anyone, but My inner-geek just died and went to Seattle.

One Terabyte is exactly 1000 Gigabytes. Does anyone else remember when there was no way in the world civilization would ever need more than ONE GIGABYTE?? It happened, I remember.

One Terabyte. It doesn't even sound real. It sounds made up. Oh, friends, I can assure you: it is very real:





Dost thine eyes deceive thee? NO! You saw correctly:


One Terabyte. Do you know what you can store on one terabyte? You could store 262,144 songs. Or 56,21,684 Documents. Or 1,062,059 Photos. The possibilities are endless when you have, at your disposal, One Terabyte of storage.

Do you know what is bigger than a Terabyte? It's a Petabyte. Yup, 1000 Terabytes is a Petabyte. After that we have Exabytes, Zettabytes and Zottabytes. It's true, I'm not making this up.

One Terabyte. Just imagine.

*end geek moment*

Thank you for your indugence.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Messin' With Texas

Greetings, ya'll, from (not so) sunny Dallas. I again find myself in this land of steakhouses and fake succulents and am still lamenting this state's forcable separation of me from my bed.

I am here to facilitate a training session about our corporate university. My presentation is one hour. Yup, sixty minutes required me getting out of my warm and toasty bed and away from my warm and toasty beloved at FOUR AM and will prevent me returning until after midnight (and that's only if everything goes well with my flight situation... I HATE being on the last flight out of the evening, but that's another story).

Sure, it was my choice to make the 3 hour flight twice in one day instead of just staying here a night or two. But, I ask you: have you ever been to Dallas?? If so, I think that question answers itself.

So I'm off, to deliver my soul-numbing power point (not that it's a bad power point, per se, but it is still power point) and my slightly less soul-numbing scavenger hunt and anxiously await the baording of my flight back to the homeland. While not presenting, I will pass the time by passing out mini snickers to people I find interesting and trying all of the creamer flavors on the beverage cart (Did I mention that my day started at FOUR AM!?!?!)

There's no place like home, ya'll.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Madigan Joelle

Anyone needing to see the most beautiful baby to come along in some time should promptly head over to www.kendraspondence.com and say hello to Madigan Joelle. While there you can also read the engaging tale of how Wee Lee kept her momma on her toes even from the womb.

Beautiful.

Love and blessings to Kendra and John.