Friday, September 4, 2015

These Boots Were Made for Walking


     Rizzo is a giver. Every year she gives blood, sweat, and tears to the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer (now re-branded as Avon 39). Avon 39 is a two-day walk held in nine (now eight) cities throughout the United States with the goal of raising money to fight breast cancer. I think is an amazing cause and I’m always so proud to go and cheer Rizzo to the finish line. On Saturday, September 12, Rizzo will be walking in her eight city and I’ll have the privilege of cheering her on for the sixth time in Santa Barbara, California. To prepare you for the inevitable blog on what will not only be participation in the Avon 39 event but also the longest we will have gone away without taking Cece, I thought I’d share a brief history of my experiences at the Avon 39 events. This posting will consist primarily of bullet points and a few pictures from the previous events so I forgive you for not reading if you forgive me for not bringing my usual wit and sarcasm.

Charlotte, NC 2010



  • I drove down to Charlotte late on Friday night because I had to work. I was going to be crashing at Vanessa (Rizzo's cousin) and Michael (Rizzo's cousin's husband) De La Rosa. I had never said a word to either of them. Work, traffic, and distance resulted in me arriving at their home between 1am and 2am on Saturday morning. I had to be at the event in about 3 hours. I know, I look well rested in the photo.
  • I got to spend a lot of personal time with the Rizzo family. This isn't a big deal now but I'm not very good at meeting and being alone with new people. In fact, what I fear the most is having to be around and talk to new people so this was a big step for me.
  • I do like to act like an fool which I learned was going to let me fit right in at these Avon Walk events. It seemed that puns, even graphic puns, were encouraged. T-shirts with slogans such as "Yes they are fake, the real ones tried to kill me", or "Save the boobs so you have something to look at while I'm talking" were everywhere.
  • Most of all, I was amazed by the dedication of all the women and men who take the time and effort to complete a very challenging event. We aren't talking about super athletes (not to say some aren't athletic). We are talking about everyday people coming together with a common goal, to end breast cancer. 
Chicago, IL 2011
  • The Chicago walk gave Rizzo and I a chance to do lots of sight seeing in addition to lots of eating. Gino's East Pizza is my favorite pizza on Earth. It may be part nostalgia resulting from my visit at a teenager but I think it has more to do with the delicious deep dish goodness. Gino's was our first stop upon arriving. Rizzo didn't even bother to try to Chicago style Pizza. She got a thin crust pizza. She was missing out.
  • The walk was beautiful and gave Rizzo lots of views of the City. The streets of Chicago made it a challenge for me to get to as many cheering stations but I did get to walk around a lot myself, visit some museums, and even watch some folks playing a pickup game of cricket in the park
  • Rizzo held the banner for the Solo Strutters, a team of walkers that consist of single participants that didn't join the event as a team. Every year Rizzo gets together with the Solo Strutters team.
Rocky Mountains, CO 2012
  • This was by far my favorite of all the Avon walk adventures. The sights were beautiful. The route covered many mountain tops and lakes. Not a bad place to be to cheer on a few hundred walkers.
  • After the walk was over I took Rizzo to my favorite Mexican restaurant, Casa Bonitas. The food isn't the best in the world but you can't beat the entertainment. There is a waterfall in the middle of the restaurant with cliff divers and guys in gorilla suits swinging from vines. And even though the food isn't the best in the world it is all you can eat. Just raise the flag and some more enchiladas are on the way.
  • Oh yeah, I guess I should mention that Rizzo and I got engaged at the finish line, so that was a pretty good day. I got some of the volunteers to take pictures but no one knew what I was going to do until I did it. It was great to be cheered by thousands of spectators while asking Rizzo to be my partner in crime.


Houston, TX 2013
  • I think Houston was probably the least memorable trip thus far. Don't get me wrong, the dedication and determination of all the walkers was inspiring. I just wasn't impressed with the city. Houston feels more like a massive suburb than an actual city. It didn't matter we still managed to have fun.
  • Rizzo's goal has always been to complete at least 26 of the 39 miles. On day one she tried for the full marathon but could barely walk by mile 24. She was carted back to the medical tent and wrapped in a blanket for a few hours. At the end of the day she was just a bit dehydrated but still nearly unable to walk. On day two, she insisted that she get in two more miles so we walked together backwards from the finish line one mile then back again to make sure she completed her goal. 
New York, NY 2014

"Save the Boobs, I'm Hungry!"

  • New York was a memorable trip because Cece got to come along and cheer her Mom on to the finish line. We made sure she was dressed for the part.
  • Cece and I got to spend a lot of time together in the hotel room and around New York City while Rizzo was walking. 
  • We ended up in a hotel suite by either accident or fate. Let me tell you, if you have to travel with a baby make sure you get a hotel suite that includes a bedroom with a door. It was amazing. Cece slept like a log in the bedroom and Rizzo and I could still relax in the sitting room. It was a wonderful gift.
  • New York drivers are assholes. 
  • On the drive back from New York City we discovered a small little town in Pennsylvania called Kutztown. It is one of the greatest small towns we have ever run across. There is a brewery, Kutztown Brewery, that makes some wonderful beers. It also has a small university. Rizzo and I have decided that Cece will be attending college at either Louisville or Kutztown.
     This concludes our broadcast day and an introduction to our Avon Walk trips. Be on the lookout for a recap of the adventures in Santa Barbara, CA.  It's not too late to give a few sheckles to a good cause. Just click here to donate to the Avon Foundation and support Rizzo in her walk.

     Update: I've just been informed that Avon 39 is now down to 7 cities. There are no longer walks in the Rocky Mountains or in Charlotte, NC. We were lucky enough to visit those cities before the walks were discontinued.








Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Sunday Funday

     When I was a kid, my Dad, the venerable David Earl Clark (pictured attempting to "Michael Jackson" his granddaughter) would make a family breakfast most Sunday mornings. The three things I remember most about these family breakfast events were (1) some good family time ensued with some good natured ribbing and general hanging out; (2) pancakes were always served; (3) I never ate the pancakes, instead I had a bowl or three of Kix. I wish I could remember a specific day or a specific event that occurred that made me love the Sunday mornings so much, but I can't. All I really remember is loving those Sunday mornings and not eating the pancakes.

     These weekly family breakfasts ingrained in me the joy of making breakfast. It's ironic since I don't really like breakfast foods (as I'm sure you already know) but there is nothing in the world I love to do more than to belly up to the stove and flip a few hundred flapjacks for family and friends. It isn't always pancakes since I do like to experiment a bit. I've made spinach and ricotta fritattas; chorizo omelets with farm fresh sorrel, garlic scapes, and basil; and even a classic filet mignon with farm fresh eggs and home fries (if you don't believe me ask Rizzo). I hardly ate any of these fine dishes, with the exception of the filet mignon) but I love making them. But no matter what I end up making, Sunday seems to always fall back on the old, reliable pancakes.

     To get the morning started, I always put on our Sunday morning record, Welcome to the Club by Nat "King" Cole. This was one of the first records I got when we purchased our turntable. Nothing really gets your day started better than Nat Cole crooning about life and love. OK, some of the lyrics may be a little sexist (in I Want a Little Girl, Nat sings " I want a little girl, she may not look, Like the kind in a picture book But if she can cook she'll suit me to a T") but it was 1959 and the dude could sing. Nat King Cole has become the soundtrack to our Sunday mornings.
     
     As I'm sure you have read previously since you are a devout follower of the Green Bean Conspiracy and have memorized all previous blogs, shared them with your friends, and printed them to bind and create your own coffee table book, you know that we try to eat naturally, locally, and organically without being to crazy about it. That is why our pancakes are made from Bob's Red Mill Pancake and Waffle mix. For a time I would make a pancake mix from scratch until I discovered Bob's Red Mill. Unlike your usual off-the-shelf pancake mix that include vast amounts of preservatives and other chemicals, Bob's mix is basically a combination of the ingredients you would use at home less the milk, egg, and oil needed to finish it up. Using Bob's mix saves time, is healthy, and produces a high quality pancake.

     Pancakes are nothing unless you are cooking with the right equipment. For years I utilized an electric griddle that Rizzo's Dad gave her as a gift. It worked well but I desired the more nostalgic feeling of a cook in the kitchen in 1950. My parents were happy to oblige and for my 35th birthday gave me the gift that every 35-year-old male clamors for; a cast iron skillet. That is not a joke. I toss this 20ish pound piece of iron up on my gas range, rock the back burner at about half power, the front at about 42% power (it is a "power" burner) and then let it ride for 10-12 minutes. After the allotted time you have a cooking service that is evenly heated to the perfect temperature and will push out three pancakes every 4 to 7 minutes at a perfectly golden brown. Not only that, once you are done all you have to do is slather a little oil over that bad boy and you're all finished. Don't you dare use water to clean your cast iron unless you enjoy the taste of rust.

     But Wesley, what do you serve on the side of your pancakes? Thank you for asking imaginary voice in my head that for some reason sounds like Bob Sagat. No Sunday morning breakfast is complete without some delicious Meat Guy sausage. Meat Guy's sausage comes from our local farmer's market (I've already made his meat famous in Saturday Morning Cartoons) and is made from the highest quality pork. This is a recent addition to the Sunday morning ritual. Just in the past two weeks I discovered that one package of Meat Guy sausage can be separated and frozen to provide three weeks worth of breakfasts for Rizzo, Cece and myself.

     Since I have mentioned at least 16 or 17 times during the life of this blog, I don't like breakfast food so I had to find a way to make this meal delicious for me but somehow disgust the remainder of the Western world. I achieve that goal by combining my typical breakfast fare in an atypical combination. Wesley's Sunday breakfast sandwich consists of the following: (1) two pancakes that comprise the bread portion of this sandwich, (2) two mouthwatering Meat Guy sausages, (3) one fried egg that is filled with more red pepper flakes than is reasonable, and (4) raspberry preserves. I'm sure I had you until the raspberry preserves but I'll tell you what, the combination of the of spicy red pepper flakes and sweet raspberry preserves will knock your socks off.

     This Sunday breakfast ritual is a family affair. Rizzo has pancakes, eggs, and sausage. Cece has pancakes, an egg, and sausage. I have pancakes, an egg, and sausage (and preserves). We even give Ellie (our dog) a pancake. Ellie has come to love her Sunday treat so much that she will sit in the kitchen and watch me cook just to make sure that she gets her Sunday pancake. I added this short paragraph for no other reason than to give me an excuse to put up a picture of Ellie eating a pancake.

     Sunday is a time to relax with family and friends and hopefully take some time to break away from the rigors of everyday life. I choose to use Sunday to make some breakfast. If you ever want to stop by to join us for Sunday morning breakfast please do. There is always plenty of pancakes and red pepper flakes to go around.

     P.S. I wanted to make a make a joke along the lines of "I take my pancakes like I take my women: hot, round, and beautifully browned" but my woman isn't round at all. I was going to stick that word in because it rhymed with browned. Rizzo is slim, trim, and beautifully browned, but that doesn't rhyme.

     P.P.S. If I ever start up my own butcher shop (I won't) it will clearly be named Meat Guy Meats. Just tell it like it is. No need for some clever reference to charcuterie or other hidden meanings. If you walk down the street and see my shop, you will know what I sell. Nothing but delicious meats.  

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Sometimes you eat the bear: Weekly Weight Update

     Not every week can be a winner when you are trying to get in shape and shed some pounds. Sometimes you have a burger and fries for lunch one day. Sometimes you have family pizza night on another day. It happens and it is all part of life. This week I did both of those plus another two days at clients resulting in lunch at a restaurant. I still got in my four weekly runs, getting up to 22 straight minutes on my couch to 5k app. Rizzo and I also registered for a 5k on September 19th which I'm hoping to be ready to finish in a personal best time.

     In order to cut a few additional ounces before the weigh in today I hit the road for a 2.5 mile jog. It was dark when I left but since my running speed is just slightly faster than still, the sun was coming up when I returned. I felt like getting a nice picture of the sky since living in the suburbs it isn't the easiest thing to do. I took advantage and grabbed this picture of the sunrise over my neighborhood. If you have to exercise in the morning I suppose there are worse views.

     The result this week was a gain of .2 pounds meaning I'm now up to 219.2. I basically maintained my weight but anything that is up is disappointing. I should have had some coffee this morning instead of tea and I would have been down. But as the Stranger says, "Sometimes you eat the bear, sometimes the bar eats you". This week it looks like I ate the bear.



Friday, August 28, 2015

Saturday Morning Cartoons

     Here comes a statement that will shock and amaze everyone reading; I love the weekends! I get to spend time away from work with my family and friends, doing what I want, when I want. And I love a routine. I don't mean a routine like Fred Astaire and Danny Kaye soft shoeing across the stage while singing "White Christmas" (even though I very much love that kind of routine). I love waking up on a Saturday and settling into my favorite routine, the Saturday morning farmer's market.

    I know what you are thinking. This fat jerk is about to go on like some pretentious douche telling me how everything I buy needs to come from local vendors. This hipster dillweed wants me to wake up early so I can sweat my balls off in 700% humidity just to pay twice the price for an eggplant, and I don't even like eggplant. There is no way I'm listening to this patchouli oil wearing, latte drinking, stocking cap wearing in the summer, granola eating, only vinyl music buying hack about his stupid-ass farmer's market. That is what you are thinking, right?

     Well, you're right. I am going to tell you about the joys of the farmer's market because it is the best. But before I get started you should know I'm only 1/2 hipster douche. I do purchase lots of music on vinyl (I'm sure I'll have a record store blog in the future) and I do frequent the Saturday morning farmer's market. I don't use patchouli oil because I don't want to smell like a chicken factory in the summer after a rain storm (all of my friends that went to James Madison University or lived in Harrisonburg, VA know what I'm talking about). Patchouli oil actually smells worse than body odor, so I'll go ahead and at least grab a quick rinse from time to time. I don't wear a stocking cap in the summer because the heat and humidity already make me look like Forest Whitaker in, well, every movie featuring Forest Whitaker so I don't need to keep in any more warmth in the summer. I don't eat granola. I don't actually have a sarcastic remark regarding granola. It is a perfectly healthy cereal that I just don't particularly like. And I don't drink latte's. I drink coffee with one cream and one sugar. If I wanted hot milk I would just share a bottle with my 15 month old daughter. But I do love me a farmer's market.


     Every Saturday possible, Rizzo, Cece, and I head over to Lake Anne in Reston, VA for our farmer's market adventure. It is important to fuel up before "hitting the market" (that is what I call going to the farmer's market) (I've never called going to the farmer's market "hitting the market" but now I will). Only the best fuel will do so we make our way to the Lake Anne Coffee House. This is a nice little place with lots of outdoor seating to enjoy before hitting the market (yep, I'm going to say it all the time now). Before you start shouting, "Haha, I told you this hippie was going to tell us how awesome he is starting with his locally grown, organic, gluten free, carb free, taste free bagel and his locally grown, organic, gluten free, carb free, taste free coffee", you should know that these are not the droids you're looking for. My meal consists of sausage, egg, and cheese on an English muffin with a medium coffee. Rizzo has ham, egg, and cheese on a croissant. Cece has a sausage patty and a banana. The coffee is Folger's Crystals, at best. The sausage was purchased from the discount bin at Wal-Mart, where it was bundled with Snake Eyes and Con-Air to make it a Nicolas Cage special for only $4.99. The eggs have been reconstituted from powder and lake water, so at least the water is local. I'm guessing the substance on top of our breakfast sandwiches is really "cheese style food". The baked goods are the best Wonder Bread has to offer. And the banana, well, it's a banana. Point being is even though this place is locally owned and operated, it is far from a hipster hangout. We get our breakfast here because we can park the minivan (shut up, minivans are awesome), get breakfast, and hit the market without ever moving the car.

   
     After our delicious and nutritious meal, we hit the market with the first stop almost always being the Meat Guy. I love the Valentine's Country Bakery and Meats. I call him the Meat Guy because I don't like to remember names and it is easier for me to remember that we get meat from the Meat Guy. As I'm sure you have guessed, all his meat is grass fed, free range, and fresh. Before I became a fan of the farmer's market I thought all meat was created equal and it was the person cooking the meat that would make it delicious. Boy, was I wrong. There is nothing quite as tasty as waking up on a Sunday morning and sliding Meat Guy's sausage in your mouth. His steaks are thick, juicy, and full of flavor. Meat Guy's lamb is tender and moist. His burger patties are large and delicious. No seasoning is required for any of Meat Guy's products. Just cook up the meat and let the gloriousness slide down your throat.

     You say you are a vegetarian? Fear not, because Meat Guy also brings some delicious pies for desert. Apple, cherry, and blueberry are always available with other berries mixed in for good measure. Meat lovers and vegetarians alike won't be able to resist burying their face in the cherry pie. We always make sure to pick up a pie from the Meat Guy whenever my father-in-law comes to town. He loves to eat pie and always raves about the wonderful flavor of a Meat Guy pie.

     After our sacks are filled by the Meat Guy, it is time to explore the rest of the market for the best locally grown fruits and vegetables. Before I continue, you should know that Rizzo and I have an interesting meal planning system. Each week, we decide what we will be having for breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks and then that is what we eat every day for that week. That means whatever we have for lunch on Monday will be exactly the same as what we have on Friday. Some may find it too boring but we find it easy to shop for and easy to plan. Anyway, we continue hitting the market to find the best fruits and vegetables for that week. One of the best vegetable vendors is Hutt Produce. The vegetable guy always has full, plump tomatoes and fresh, firm zucchini. I think Rizzo may like it because the guys that run the stand are younger (by farmer's market standards) and I'm convinced they hit on her constantly while I'm pushing Cece around in the stroller. That doesn't bother me as long as I get the bigger zucchini when we get home.

     The family strolls the rest of the market, sampling the fruits, squeezing the vegetables, and even grabbing an occasional spoonful of ice cream. We may even get second breakfast from Empananda Lady if we are feeling really crazy. It is always sad when all of our reusable, hemp shopping bags have been filled and we must depart from this mystical garden of eden. But, just like Christmas, we know that farmer's market day will come again. At least until November, when the farmer's market is closed for the winter, doesn't open up again until May, and we have to resort to extreme measure for our meat and produce needs like, gasp, Harris Teeter. It's okay because its cold in the winter and you know what happens to meat in the cold.

Blueberries as far as the eye can see.

I love a big firm mellon

Rizzo is forever shucking corn

Gratuitous picture
     P.S. I'm very happy to report (not directly as I'm not a reporter but I am someone who can easily provide information as a fourth or fifth source without checking any of the original sources at the risk of providing the wrong information but not caring and never retracting anything I write because it is a blog, even though most people accept it as a fact no matter what is written. Yay internet!) that more and more people that rely on SNAP (what used to be referred to as food stamps) are using those funds to purchase healthy, locally grown products at farmer's markets. As reported by Food & Wine:
Since President Obama took office, the USDA has prioritized increasing access for SNAP participants to roadside farm stands, farmers' markets and direct purchases from local farmers. According to their numbers, that initiative has been a success. The number of farmers accepting SNAP grew from just 753 in 2008 to over 6,400 today—an eightfold increase. That shift resulted in a 600 percent increase in spending at these farmers' markets and other locations, totaling $18.8 million in the 2014 fiscal year.
     I make lots of jokes but I do honestly believe that having fresh food from local sources can vastly improve the health of everyone. Using SNAP funds to buy a few pounds of beef from Meat Guy or a couple ears of corn from the dudes that flirt with Rizzo is a far superior use of government dollars than using SNAP funds to buy Doritos, Coca-Cola, and Bagel Bites from the local supermarket.

     P.P.S. For full disclosure, I should note that the Lake Anne Coffee House was sold in July 2015. An article on restonnow.com indicates that the new owners plan a top-to-bottom renovation of the location and also have plans to overhaul the existing menu with locally roasted coffee and high quality baked goods. Soon I'll be able to get my locally grown yogurt (I'm pretty sure you grow yogurt) mixed with hand picked granola and on-site roasted coffee like I've always wanted.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Beer Snob: Peanut Butter Jelly Time

     I enjoy flavored beer and experimental beer. I also love peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I could live on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Growing up my family would take an annual summer vacation trip to Myrtle Beach, SC. We would get out early every day and I would spend the morning fighting waves, tides, and my younger cousin Daryl. After a long morning of beach activities the family would head back to our modest accommodations where I would enjoy a lunch of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a Yoohoo chocolate drink. Six days of beach festivities meant six days of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and six days of Yoohoo chocolate drinks.  My point is that I know a good peanut butter and jelly sandwich when I see it (a statement that comes as a surprise to no one reading this blog since you have topless pictures of me).

     So when perusing the aisles at my local beer shop I came across Liquid Lunch from Terrapin Beer Company, I had to give it a try. I mean, right there on the label, the beer is described as a peanut butter and jelly porter. You have already read about my experience and love with peanut butter and jelly. You should also know that I'm partial to dark beers. Brown ale is probably my favorite but I also really enjoy porters and stouts. You can keep your overly-hoppy, grapefruit filled Indian Pale Ales. Give me a beer that is more reminiscent of motor oil, like a porter. My expectations were high for Liquid Lunch. I was hoping to get the best of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a porter.

     I was shattered the moment the dark liquid hit my taste buds. My childhood came rushing back as the distinct flavor of robitussin overwhelmed my senses. No peanut butter. No jelly. No porter. Just flashbacks to being force fed the world's worst tasting cough medicine, receiving Vick's vapor rubdowns, then climbing under a blanket to weather the illness while watching The Wizard (which starred Fred Savage and I had taped onto VHS from  HBO during one of the free HBO weekends) for the 700th time (Super Mario Brothers 3!!!!!!). Maybe the manufacturer of robitussin was trying to make a medicine that tasted like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich so kids would be less resistant to choking it down. Well, robitussin failed at producing a peanut butter and jelly flavor and so did Terrapin.

     Just so you don't think I'm a hater of Terrapin Beer Company, you should know that I have had other beers from that brewery and have enjoyed them immensely. Terrapin's Liquid Bliss is a chocolate, peanut butter porter that tastes like a peanut butter cup in liquid form. It is just outstanding. The Road Warrior is not only an indie movie starring a not-yet-public-antisemitic Mel Gibson but it's also a refreshing kolsch-style beer that is perfect for any sunny summer day. Terrapin's Pumpkinfest is a subtle pumpkin beer that doesn't have overwhelming pumpkin spices and is nice on a crisp fall evening. The point is Terrapin can produce some good brews.

     I can say with certainty that unless I catch the croup I will be avoiding Liquid Lunch in the future but I won't be holding the beer against Terrapin. They can't all be winners and I applaud the effort just not the results. I'll be picking up a Terrapin Pumpkinfest this fall.

     P.S. My local beer shop is The Wine Cabinet in Reston, VA. Yes, I do know it is call The Wine Cabinet and I don't care. The folks at The Wine Cabinet carry a nice supply of local and non-local craft beers so until someone opens a all-local craft beer store in my basement I will continue to patronize The Wine Cabinet.

     P.P.S. I have a basement and I'm not opposed to working with entrepreneurs who want to lease my basement for a all-local craft beer store. All renovations, zoning, parking, and other business related construction will be your responsibility. Let me know if you are interested.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Into the Woods: Weekly Weight Update

     This week in weight loss presented some difficult challenges. I was scheduled to spend the week at a client location which meant no packing of lunch or snacks. Obviously eating out results in loss of control over what you are eating. It turned out that I was back in the office Thursday and Friday but I was still without meals to bring from home so I continued on the lunch-out train. I did the best I could and felt that I ordered well from the various restaurants.
 
   I've also been having a craving for pizza for a few weeks. I don't know if there is any science behind cravings but I was worried that if I didn't give into the delicious, cheesy, greasy mistress under my own terms I would fall into the over-eating trap. So on Thursday I walked from my office to the best pizza I could find in the area, Santini's, and ordered two slices of pepperoni. I count three victories in this meal. (1) I walked to Santini's. It wasn't like it was a long way (maybe 1/2 mile round trip) but it was 815% humidity and threatening rain. I could have easily hopped in my car but instead I made the right choice to walk. (2) I ordered pizza by the slice and stopped after two slices. I'm sure I'm not the only one that can crush some pizza. I have been known to eat entire Domino's pies. So getting the order by the slice kept my portion under control. (3) Take a look at the picture? Notice anything? That's right, I had my pizza with a bottle of water. I could have thrown caution to the wind since I was already "going dark" and eating junk food. Instead I kept myself under control, satiated my craving, and had a nice time eating at the counter.

     On Saturday the Clizzo clan attended a BBQ birthday for our good friend Chrissy. This could have resulted in some serious over-eating but I kept myself in check with just a few small pieces of chicken, fruit, and a boat load of pasta salad. I could have used with a little more fruit and a little less pasta but when at a BBQ its hard for me to stay away. I topped off the meal with a slice of peach pie. Chrissy make a hell of a pie and it was from local farms so I couldn't say no. This wasn't the best meal health wise I've had in my life but sometimes what isn't good for the gut is good for the soul.

     The final result:  down another pound getting me to 219 lbs. This brings me back to my pre-vacation weight and equals my lowest weight so far since beginning this process back in October 2014. Every pound counts so I'm happy with the results. Now I just have to make sure to keep myself in the 2-teens.

     And now I present a stupid video to show you a bit more of my typical running locale. 


Friday, August 21, 2015

Butterflies in the sky. I can go twice as high!

     I don't remember being an avid reader when I was a kid. I wasn't opposed to reading but given the choice between watching TV or reading a book, I'm sure I picked watching TV every time. I mean, why would I sit quietly and read when I could watch Michelangelo tear into a cheese pizza while kicking Beebop in the neck?

     That being said, I do have good memories of reading when I was a kid.

     (1) Mom or Dad reading the Little Critters books. I swore I owned every single Little Critters book ever written. Of course, I was wrong but I did have a lot of them. I loved them and I loved my parents reading me the stories of Little Critter and Little Sister.

     (2) The Pizza Hut BOOK IT program. Oh, how I loved the Pizza Hut BOOK IT program. For simply reading a few short books over the summer I got to indulge in my favorite past time, eating, for free. I'd collect my stickers on my BOOK IT button and when the button was full, saunter down to the local Pizza Hut to collect my prize of a free personal pan pizza. Yes, I know that Pizza Hut pizza sucks. And yes, I also know that giving food as a reward can lead to obesity (have you seen my other blog posts and know the real reason why I'm here?) but I still have fond memories of winning that pizza.

Cece loves her some Levar Burton
     (3) Reading Rainbow. I can't remember when I started watching Reading Rainbow. I don't really remember watching it as a young kid but I do remember watching it when I was a teenager. You see, I'm a huge fan of Star Trek, The Next Generation. I'd take over the TV in my parents bedroom at 10pm and tune in to DC20 to see what kind of hi-jinks the crew of NCC 1701-D would be getting into that week. My second favorite character, behind Captain Jean-Luc Picard of course (I invited Patrick Stewart to my Boy Scout Eagle Scout Court of Honor when I was 15), was Lt. Commander Geordie La Forge as portrayed by the venerable Levar Burton.

     Then, as now, I loved to learn about the actors involved in the TV shows and movies I liked so I did some research and found La Forge hosted a kids show called Reading Rainbow. It was loads of fun, encouraging young kids to read and to explore the world. I can't point to a particular episode or a particular book from Reading Rainbow. All I remember are the feelings of happiness and joy I had while watching Kunta explore the world through books and the eyes of children.

     A little over a year ago, thanks to the wonderful(?) world of social media, I learned that Levar Burton initiated a Kickstarter campaign to bring Reading Rainbow back to the world. I didn't hesitate to contribute a modest amount ($50) and was excited to be able to participate in a noble cause for a noble cat. Turns out that I'm not the only one that loved Reading Rainbow as it went on to be one of the most successful Kickstarter campaigns of all time. This is the part where I should provide you stats as to how much was raised and provide a link to the video Levar Burton posted thanking all the contributors but I'm not going to do that. You know why? Because sometimes you have to do some work for yourself in this big cruel world, so take a few minutes and Ask Jeeves.

    With my help (thank you, thank you) Reading Rainbow is back online and available on Netflix. The current generation of kids can learn the joys of reading from the man himself, Levar Burton. Take a look, its in a book, a Reading Rainbow.

     In high school I was turned off to reading. Not because I didn't want to read but because I was told what I had to read and that I had to analyze every little detail of every little aspect of every little sentence on every little page. It drove me crazy. Not every single work worth reading has some deeper meaning. Yes, I understand that literature can include a bit of interpretation and perhaps try to relate a deeper moral philosophy. I just wished my AP English Teacher would concede that sometimes a book is just a book. It might be funny, it might be scary, it might be exciting, it might be sad but it doesn't always have to have two or three meanings. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

     During and after college, I finally had and have the opportunity to read what I like and I discovered I like to read lots different things. Not only that, I found that I love books. I'll give you some of my specific book recommendations a little later on but I wanted to write for a moment on the idea of loving books. The older I got the more I wanted to have a library in my house. I pictured the ladder on wheels rolling around a room with shelf after shelf of books. I envisioned mahogany tables with ancient manuscripts being analyzed by an older Wesley sitting comfortably in an over sized leather chair . Of course this is ridiculous because I live in the real world and not a Dickensian novel. So when Rizzo and I bought our house we decided to turn one of the rooms into a more real-life library. Our library includes shelves full of our favorite books and big chairs for settling in to read. Not pictured is the artwork on the walls and the couch against the back wall.  We created a space to sit down, have a cup of tea, and read a good book. It may not be the massive room that smells of ancient books from my vision and I don't spend nearly as much time as I should in this room but it is far and away my favorite room in our home.

     To wrap up what is quickly becoming my longest blog post thus far I wanted to give just a couple of examples of my favorite reading materials. I'm not going to give you a in depth analysis of each book or even an extended description of the book. If you want to know more, read them. I just want to give a few sentences of each and why I love the book.

     The Story of B by Daniel Quinn on the surface tells the story of a Catholic priest who is charged with following a "preacher" through Europe to determine if this "preacher" is the Antichrist. The real purpose of the novel is to challenge the readers perspective on our society and our culture. I feel like reading this book really opened my mind to new ideas and perspectives of the world. Quinn asks that the reader consider how each person can "change the world" without being preachy (ironically since the story is about a priest). He combines a linear story-telling style with texts from speeches given by the titular B to provide an alternative prospective on history and our culture. I know what your thinking? Didn't this guy just write about how sometimes a book is just a book and doesn't have to have some deeper meaning? I did just write that and I stick to it. The preceding is just my perspective. If you have read Story of B and didn't have the same interpretation or didn't even find the book anything other than and interesting story, then good on you. I'm not offended.

     John Adams by David McCullough is a wild romp of three Amish teens exploring drugs, sex, and rock-n-roll during rumspringa in 1980s New York City. OK you caught me. That was just a joke. John Adams is a biography of our fifth President, Woodrow Wilson. Not right either? OK you caught me again. John Adams by David McCullough doesn't bury the lead in the title. This is a biography of one of the Founding Fathers of the United States, first Vice-President of the U.S., and second President of the United States, John Adams. I'm a big history nerd especially when it comes to the colonial period before the American Revolution and US History through the Civil War. I love reading everything I can find about this period and the people who built the foundation of our nation. David McCullough writes beautifully and simply about the life of John Adams and the role he played in building the United States. I especially loved learning of Adams relationship with his wife, Abigail, and the mutual love and respect John and Abigail had for each other. John and Abigail spent significant time apart during the building of the United States requiring them to write letters often. What the Adamses lost during their time apart was posterity's gain because the letters left behind a written record of the work of John Adams, the advice and insight Abigail Adams provided, and the love each had for the other.
   
 Casino Royale is Ian Fleming's first adventure of James Bond. I love James Bond. Who doesn't (I know you are out there so don't write me saying you hate James Bond. This is just a figure of speech)? As I'm sure you have guessed, this book takes James Bond on an adventure through the world of casinos, restaurants, fast cars, fast women, guns, fights, spies, and espionage. I picked Casino Royale to include on my list since it is the first book written by Ian Fleming featuring James Bond. I could have selected any of Fleming's other 007 novels as I love them all. The books are just fun and exciting. There isn't some underlying metaphor in these novels. Bond isn't trying to compensate for some shortcoming by driving around in cars with giant engines (shut up, no he isn't). All the 007 books tell wonderfully crafted stories that take the reader away into a different world. Some may call them beach books because you can read a few of these novels during a week long vacation sitting on a beach. I love them.

     Finally, I give you Red Sun by Mark Millar, a graphic novel that turns the table on Superman. The story of Superman is widely known. An alien landing on earth in the United States mid west. The alien is given the name Clark Kent, is raised by the good hearted Kents, learns he has super powers, and grows up to be a fighter for truth, justice and the American Way. Well what if the alien had crashed in the farms of soviet Russia. How would Superman be different? How would the entire would be different? This is what Mark Millar explores in Red Sun. Superman is still fighting, only now it is for truth, justice, and Mother Russia. I included this to show that reading can come in many varieties. Graphic novels and comic books can be read and tell just as intricate and entertaining stories as novels.
          Go right ahead and judge some of my favorites. I might have been offended in the past but not anymore. I am what I am and I like what I like. It's not important that you enjoy reading what I enjoy reading. What is important is to read as much as you can so you can find what you like. There is a book for everyone out there. I hope you find yours.

     P.S. I believe that reading to kids from birth is very important. I have no scientific basis for this but I have that gut feeling that reading to a kid is a good thing. The kid gets to spend quality time with whomever is doing the reading (Mom, Dad, Grandparent, Aunt, Uncle, Sibling, Cousin, Care Giver) and learn something new.

     In her blog in the New York Times, Dr. Perri Glass discusses a study in the journal Pediatrics that analyzed the brain activity of 3-5 year old children as they listened to age appropriate stories. I'm no doctor (clearly based upon my monosyllabic writing style and absence of a white lab coat), but if I'm reading the article correctly, the study showed that the parts of the brain responsible for integrating sound and visual stimulation lights up like a pinball machine when kids hear books read out loud. The good doctor (and the study) seem to think that this indicates the kids are creating a world in the minds eye. So if you are reading to your kid about the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea, your kid can think "I caught a frog once in the back yard so I know what that looks like. And Daddy can't stop talking about how the giant wart on Great Aunt Kathy's nose looks like Greedo from Star Wars" and now the kid can visualize the wart on the frog. The study suggests that kids getting more activation in this part of their brain may develop skills that will help them make images and stories out of words later in life.

     This is definitely a good thing. If all I have to do is read age appropriate books to Cece to guarantee she will write the next Star Wars trilogy then I'm all for it. I mean, someone has to keep Star Wars alive once JJ Abrams is done and it's not going to be me. I don't have the energy to write a movie script, or a novel, or a short story, or even what would qualify as a half-way decent blog. I'm not just reading "Are You My Mother?" for the 300th time tonight, I'm helping to spark her imagination so Cece can create her own universe. So Cece, let's find that Snort again.

     P.S. to the P.S. Cece, if in 20 years Skynet hasn't taken over the planet and you are able and willing to read this, please keep the following in mind while creating your own universe. (1) Vampires do not glisten in the sunlight like a goddamn magic show. (2) The Hunger Games is not real. You cannot light your dress on fire and expect to look good. (3) Han shot first. (4) Not everything has to have some deeper meaning. Sometimes a movie is just a movie and a book is just a book, so try to enjoy them.

     Entertainment is important so stop analyzing this shit. Shit. (This sentence is a shout out to Joe so don't worry if you don't get the inside joke).
   
     P.P.S. I love living in Herndon, VA. It wasn't until recently that I learned that Herndon has a Little Free Library that is available to everyone. The concept is simple, if you take a book you, leave a book.

     The library is outside right in the middle of downtown Herndon so it is easily accessible and never closes. You may not be able to see from the picture but the top shelf is labeled adult, the middle shelf teen, and the bottom shelf kid.

     I love this idea because it provides a resource for books, especially those who may not be as privileged as others. Owning lots of books is a luxury that many cannot afford but thanks to programs like this there is always a way go get access to something new to read.