kicking and screaming

Tonight marks day two in my quest to get back into the running form I had right before I started ultimate last summer, which effectively killed my running long distances (I got hurt in the first game of the year, and was injury prone for the following 6 months). I’m planning on running the Prince Edward County half marathon with the Wed night crowd in October, and the Seattle Marathon eight weeks later as part of a vacation jaunt out West. I’m starting slow, with 4-6km runs and will build my distance from there. Of course, I am picking the worst time to do it.

Yesterday was hot and humid in Ottawa, but I completed my run in spite of it. I got a bit of heat rash and a blister in the process, but the net result felt really good, especially after stretching for 20 minutes. Tonight was a little different, in that I’m in Denver and it was 36 degrees outside (but only 15% humidity). The extra 5,300 feet of altitude doesn’t help at all, but I toughed it out and despite feeling just a little wrecked (fatigue-wise), it’s all good.

I’m sore, I’m tired, but I feel pretty positive about the whole thing. Tomorrow will be a gym workout to bring the top half back into line, too. I can do this, and I’ll return to my fun runs where I get a great workout by the end of the summer. The plan is to run a 1:50 half, and a 4:00 full. Stay tuned.

to stand on guard for thee

My dad’s an interesting guy, despite what I may say about him from time-to-time 😉 His education and passion is military history (he has several thousand books on the subject), and he’s been active with one group or another for as long as I’ve known him. He’s not a warmonger, he’s an educator, and his focus has always been on helping people understand and remember the good and the bad.

He’s always teaching folks about the past and present, and has an amazing ability to put very complex issues in fairly simple terms. He has been heavily involved with projects such as the Canadian Battlefields Foundation (aka the Canadian Battle of Normandy Foundation, assisting veterans in getting help from a government that appears to enjoy making life difficult for those it calls “heroes”, and making military history more accessible through interpretation and information. He currently participates (along with a huge group of other volunteers) in several historical recreations throughout Ontario all summer long.

I was popping through his photographs, and found out about an individual who has gone to great pains to educate his kids (he’s a teacher) about Canada’s military history, the effect it has had on our country, and ourselves. It culminated with a display and interpretive session on the school grounds, and the students participated throughout. Over the years it grew, and other schools started sending their kids (1,500 of them!) along, too. Great idea.

Unfortunately, it’s no longer being held. Dad reports that it’s because the new superintendant felt the material was inappropriate. That’s BS. How do we expect people to have an informed opinion of something if we hide it from them? It’s too bad, because there’s a lot good and bad to be learned from what’s already happened. I understand protecting your kids, but let’s give a little credit – they’re somewhat more than four when they enter high school.

In any event, it is no more, and it’s really too bad. With everything going on in the world these days, I’d want my kids to understand that everything has a price, and I think it’s pretty fair to say that wars and/or military actions are excellent object lessons. With the kind of response Mr. Michaud has received from students and the community alike, you’d think a publicly-funded education system would be more supportive. Instead, it decides it must act as a guardian for those who are old enough to understand and form their own opinions.

Education, indeed.

For 16 years, Eugene Michaud, an Ottawa secondary school history teacher, had planned and run, with a great many volunteer participants, a “time line” event designed to showcase Canada’s military history for students of his school board.

From small beginnings, it became a major event to which several schools sent teachers and their students to learn from well-qualified presenters at more than 30 teaching stations on the grounds of Gene’s school. By 2004, it had attracted the support of the Department of Veterans Affairs, the National Capital Commission and museums more than 300 km away. Gene was awarded one of the very first Minister of Veterans’ Affairs Commendations.

But in the same year, a new school superintendent took the position that, despite all this, students should NOT be exposed to any event or exhibit dealing with Canada’s military history – and that was the end of “To Stand on Guard for Thee”. Ten years ago, Dr. Jack Granatstein, in his celebrated book “Who Killed Canadian History?” levelled an accusing finger at the education system. Jack was right.

Here are images from the final “To Stand on Guard for Thee” in June 2004.

new version of web stats

For those of you with a deadsquid.com web site, you may notice that your stats look a little different. I finally got around to upgrading Analog to version 6. It’s the first real change to the look of the stats pages in a very, very long time, and I like it. As always, if you have questions about the stats or your account in general, let me know.

happy canada day!

On the anniversary of our wee nation’s birth, we pull out the flags and the red and white clothing. It’s kinda like Christmas lights, but they come down almost as fast as they go up. Ottawa is the the place for a party, and a couple hundred thousand people head downtown to take in some bands, some chicken, and a wee bit of flag waving. It’s a good time, and one I haven’t participated in for way too long.

My university roommate and friend Sam was visiting Canada (she moved to Australia three years ago) with her husband, and they came to visit. Ian’s from the UK, and likes pubs about as much as I do, which meant that beer was definitely on the agenda. They arrived from Montreal at around 11am, and after a beer at home we headed out for food to be followed shortly thereafter by a day of drinking and celebrating.

We went through the market, stopping at four pubs along the way to Parliament Hill, down Elgin and Bank Street to the football game (stopping at two pubs along the way), and then back up to the Hill again for fireworks (stopping at another pub), and then home (attempting to stop at a pub, but settling for a whisky at home). The day was awesome.

I also won’t make fun of the gang across the pond for drinking Vodka Red Bulls any more. They kinda saved the day, and were tasty to boot! I must do this again next year. The full set of pics are here.

it’s nice to be home

Today was the first time in almost a month where I don’t have to worry about being somewhere on Monday morning other than Ottawa. I’m pretty exhausted, and am really happy to be home for a week or so to take a break and enjoy Canada Day where it should be enjoyed. I don’t even mind the 30-degree temps and 95% humidity, so it’s quite possible I’ve lost my mind.

I met up with Coop, Kris, and James to start the day off with brunch at the pump. As much as I love it there, I think a change of pace is in order, and I’m going to heartily recommend Stoneface Dolly’s — which has a Kitchenette-of-old feel and taste about it — next week. Still, it was good eats, and was a great way to start the day.

I had an itching to hang with friends while doing something, so Coop, James, and I hit the disc golf course after breakfast for a round in the hot sun. James’s drives are getting crazy, while mine were a little less than in control, and Coop was the birdie king for the day. I’ll remember to put the sunscreen on before we play, but that’ll take away my excuse for losing grip on the disc. In any event, ’twas a good round, and it was nice to get out.

This is what I expected my summer to include a little more of, and it beats the crap out of sitting in a hotel room in Denver. I’m here for two weeks, and I’m going to take advantage of it.

jersey

Wow, this is a post that’s up way past it’s bedtime. I don’t really have an excuse, as I have had loads of free time on my hands while iin Denver (I just seem to pitch it at WoW)

Back at the start of the month, I headed to New Jersey to see the new and improved Casa Trotta and its residents. Walt picked me up in his pimpin’ ride in Newark an hour later than planned on account of some impressive thunderboomers in Denver. We ended up shooting the breeze about everything and nothing, and then it was time for some needed sleep.

Saturday I was woken up to the patter of little feet, the sound of the toilet seat being dropped, followed by “Whew!” and “Aaaahhhhh!”. Zoe had awaken. She’s awesome, and has completely lost any sense of shyness she used to show for the first little while after I arrived for a visit. I got a tour of her room, and then it was time to play. I am thinking she’ll be playing some varsity sports later in life, as her coordination is pretty amazing, and she’s got quite an arm (hopefully she’ll use it for the forces fo good and throw things at daddy on a regular basis).

Saturday was very laid back, with coffee and convo with two of my very favourite people, a tour of the burbs, and some Mexican food for lunch followed by play-doh time in front of the coffee shop while mommy shopped. The remainder of the aft was spent with cold beverages a patio, and a 3 foot bundle of energy. We were all pretty zapped, and were supposed to go for a drink or two with a friend from the Globix days, but he lost track of time and forgot to phone before we turned into pumpkins. Instead of going for bevvies, we had a nice light sup on the couch and watched Spanglish. A very entertaining flick, but Adam Sandler never quite fit into the role he was supposed to play.

Sunday was a quick trip into the city for brunch at one of our favourite haunts from the Broad/Broadway days. I have to agree with Walt in this case, and say that a lot of the magic is gone. I don’t know if it’s the food, the changed decor, or the fact that it’s a place that has sooooo many great memories, but it didn’gt live up this time out. We walked 3% of the calories off by walking down to the Battery and up the path along the Hudson/West Highway, and then headed back to suburbia for a Yankees game, Zoe in the pool, and a couple beverages on the patio.

And then, sooner than it had begun, the weekend was over and Walt dropped me at the airport. *sigh* I miss Walt and Lee more than I can say, but it’s always great to steal some time with them. I’ll just have to make sure I don’t wait so long before next time (but it’ll be long enough to get past the first three months of the new arrival 😉 ).

spike

One of the uber-stations in the US last night was playing a movie I hadn’t seen in a while. The movie was Gremlins, that early eighties movie about a cute furry beast that begat nasty, reptilian beasts when mixed with water.

The nasty beasts had a leader. That leader’s name was Spike. Spike loved the mayhem, and took great joy in being evil. He also had a shock of white hair on top of his head.

This got me wondering… was the Spike in Gremlins the inspiration for the Spike in Buffy? I did a cursory search on google, and didn’t really come up with much other than a reference to a Gremlin in one of the late seasons. The more I think about it, the more the characters personalities match, and the more I think Spike on Buffy is the humanoid version of Spike from Gremlins.

I blame James and Coop for even considering this for more than three seconds.

I just know you’re thinking “he writes two paragraphs on the last month, and three on this?”

Yes… yes I do.