Doing More With Less Since 1972
I learned from “Married With Children”.
Bud Bundy: We’re taking a family poll.
Kelly Bundy: What are we going to do with a pole?
Bud Bundy: We’re going to stick it in your head so we have a place to hang the sign that says, “Duh!”
Kelly Bundy: Great. You guys won’t let me pierce my nose, but you’re going to put a pole in my head.
Think about it America.
A booksmart/streetdumb professional basketball player studying to get his master’s degree in economics secretly pines for his sports agent’s sister–a police detective with a tough-as-nails exterior and a heart of gold. Of course, the ditzy-but-smart athlete messes up every case the object of his affection works and thereby ruins his chances of ever wooing her.
Luckily, the agent always has his client’s back and is able to repair the damage caused, at the same time discovering that the suspect the police were pursuing was innocent and the person you least expected was responsible. This makes his sister look brilliant.
In Season 2 we learn that the agent secretly has a crush on the basketball player, and in the season finale he bursts into the guy’s mansion to express his feelings, where he finds his client making out with his sister.
A song by The Fray plays as we see scenes from the dialog-free aftermath this event caused, including the player missing a series of free throws at the end of a game and costing his team the league championship and resulting in a potential trade.
Who will represent him in the trade negotiations now that the agent has moved to Vancouver to find his spirituality?
What will happen at the police station now that she doesn’t have her brother to help her solve cases?
How will the distance affect their relationship if he really does get traded to Dallas?
Season 3 is gonna be awsum!
On one hand, I‘m in favor of this.
On the other hand, I really like running stop signs and hopping onto the sidewalks when I’m on my bike. Both are illegal.
Lots of time I’ll run in the road instead of the sidewalk because I want the asphalt surface instead of concrete or want to avoid sprinklers. And I often run in the middle of the street to avoid running on the slanted crown on the side of the road.
What if all the things I do wrong are enforced too?
How about we just start by dinging people who throw cigarette butts out of their windows for littering?
As seen on our Yammer network yesterday:
“I hated every minute of training, but I said, ‘Don’t quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.'”
–-Muhammad Ali
On one hand, I really like this. On the other hand, I dunno…it’s fairly certain I won’t ever be a world champion of anything, but I like the training.
Not piling on Lance Armstrong. The guy’s amazing…no matter what. And it’s important to note that he hasn’t admitted to anything.
But let’s get real. Here’s all the testing we really need.
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If “Yes”, we can say with reasonably strong certainty you’ve done something the USADA wouldn’t like at some point.
If “No”, well…nobody seems to care, unless you are a professional rassler.
On the mobile app, when I take a photo to post to G+, why isn’t there a step in there that lets me apply a filter a la Instagram? Seems like a feature they could implement pretty easily, but it’s not there.
At least give this to users with Android devices, you know?
It’s been a while. If you aren’t interested in running, I’m taking a page out of the book of @newscoma and sending you to a photo of something you don’t want to eff with.
Now…
Some random things that have gone through my head during recent workouts:
There used to be a website called Recipe Chimp that let you enter ingredients and spit back a recipe for something delicious you could make from those ingredients.
How about this instead…
Enter the number of neighbors you think are home right now, and the site will give you a recipe for something delicious you can make out of items you can likely borrow from each of those neighbors.
Idea for a drinking game: a shot of espresso every time you read the words “Paul Ryan” and “math” in the same sentence.
If this guy goes all Ross Perot and starts showing a bunch of charts and graphs printed onto sturdy cardboard, he’s done for. But if he can show those same charts and graph in a Power Point with carefully selected fonts at a Lunch and Learn with free turkey sandwiches, chips, and sodas…well, then his message can’t help but resonate.
I also wonder if the fact that his name is “Paul” factored into the decision at all. Maybe there were hopes that name in itself would carry a few votes?
I love data analysis. Here’s a look at a snapshot of my week 17 volume and pace comparisons from three different 18 week training periods.
Notes:
I don’t plan on doing this often, but I’m hoping it puts me in a good frame of mind to set a PR.
Week 17 Comparison:
I’m so glad that I know more than I knew then.
The Facebook IPO wasn’t “botched”.
It was a timed effort to extract as much money as it could from the market before the market realized Facebook’s business model is full of holes.
And it was still a year and a half too late in my opinion.
Dear citizens media of the United States,
Michael Phelps doesn’t owe you a damn thing. He doesn’t owe you/us/anybody another gold medal or an explanation about “what happened”. Stop using words like “disaster” and “disappointing” to describe anything he does or doesn’t do at the Olympics.
Ditto for every other athlete competing there in every other sport.
Ditto for every other athlete competing at any other level.
I swim, but I’m not really a swimmer. My longest workouts of an 18 week triathlon training plan are about what real swimmers–even the ones who are a long way from being Olympic athletes-do as a warmup before their main set. And I go about half their speed.
And they do this daily.
At 4:00 am.
And again at 4:00 pm.
For years.
With no real off-season.
What these athletes do is nothing like the trip to the gym that most of us take to “work out”. They aren’t chatting with friends between sets, listening to a 10 song playlist and calling it quits, or watching “Saved By The Bell” reruns on the screen of the cross trainer while they work to the point of almost sweating. I’ve had swimmers who weren’t even D1 level tell me their stories about swimming through their teammates’ vomit floating on the surface of the pool and having their goggles fill with tears from the pain they were suffering during training.
During the cycling road race, I heard one of the commentators mention an East German training tactic of putting a cyclist on the trainer in front of a concrete wall and having them ride for hours looking at nothing, just to build mental toughness. How mentally tough do you have to be to spend all your training staring at a black line on the bottom of a pool?
So, in closing, get off the guy’s ass. He’s been staring at the bottom of a pool for 20 years. So what if he wanted to coast into this Olympics with (relatively) little training and just enjoy the experience of being there and have some fun? He’s done this long enough to know he’ll get what he earned, and that’s something he has to come to terms with on his own (*UPDATE* Coach Vance points this out better than I did after Phelps’ post-race interview). He’s smart enough to know that he isn’t going to be the best in the world for the next 300 years either.
He doesn’t have to answer to anyone but himself.
The second we see swimmers jump into the pool and splash around like idiots instead of actually trying to win a race, it will be time to complain. Until then, anyone who is “disappointed” when watching (from their sofas or broadcast chairs) any of these athletes’ performances should hit the off button, get up , and go do something about it themselves.
Rinse and repeat for NFL, NBA, MLB, NCAA sports, and all little league competition.
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I’m sure I’m not alone in receiving those emails with ‘FW:” in the subject line. That’s why I continue to lose interest in Facebook. It has increasingly become a place where many people post everything from the ‘net they deem neat.
I remember telling someone 4 or 5 years ago how Facebook was so great because it wasn’t all spammy like MySpace. That and, “your mom isn’t on there”. Guess where your mom is now? And feel lucky if people are posting the forwards on Facebook instead of continuing to email them. My prediction is that it’s about to get a lot worse…wait and see what Facebook’s earnings are today. Now that they’re beholden to shareholders, something’s going to have to be done to increase their revenues.
There will be ads. Lots of ads. Right along-side all that useless content.
Invest a week into really using Plus. I mean really using it. It doesn’t disappoint.
Well…unless you want them to open up the API. Tick tock.
The name of any good fair food must be a compound word:
What if a team didn’t let their GC contender dope, but doped their #2 rider and let him pull the top rider through the tour? Then when the #2 rider ended up getting disqualified, you still keep the GC crown.
Why not juice up an ox to pull the cart over all those mountains, sacrificing the ox and eating him at the finish line?
Not saying any team is employing that strategy this year…just saying.
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