8k

We did an 8k road race in Palo Alto for the 2nd year in a row, and for the 2nd year in a row I got totally smoked by a woman. I ran about the same time as last year: 5:35s for ~5mi, but it felt much easier this time. It was a good fitness test to show that I’m not completely out of shape. I’m hoping to slow to 5:45s and run 8 more miles late next month. Sounds difficult but not extremely unreasonable. Wife also ran super, a bit faster than last year. Also, we got to hang out with our cool peninsula friends. Work day tomorrow so today is my whole weekend! booooooo!

ROBOBULL

Champion Robobull Fabelhaft Im On Fire won the non-sporting group at Westminster, only to get robbed of the overall title from this Scottie. I would’ve liked to see the whippet win, they can go like hell.

In another underwhelming moment in snowboard cross, the curly-haired blonde ran into a flag, then did the Screaming Mimi Jump of Death at the finish. Afterwards she said: “Seriously, mainstream media just doesn’t get it sometimes. It’s not always about winning. It’s about fun, style, showing your stuff”. Her stuff apparently involves running into flags. The MSM totally doesn’t get that, but us edgy bloggers certainly do.

My favorite Olympics commentator is Dick Button.

Can this guy defeat Evgeny “Death From Above” Plushenko?

I think there’s more short-track speed skating on tonight. Stupid NBC better show it before I fall asleep.

 Plushenko is the ice-skating version of Ivan Drago.

"I am ice skater from Soviet Union. I am here to defeat American champion: Brian Boitano."

Anything he skates, he destroys.

iPhone apps update

iPace is moving 15-20 units a week, State Spin: 5-10 units. That’s $14 to $21 per week of pure profits directly into our pockets. If you’re looking for me, just ask for "Cashville".

snowboard cross

I held high hopes for snowboard cross, thinking it was a snowboard hybrid of cross country and the 800 meter run. Turns out, it blows chunks.

I made an interpretation of lasagna for dinner: no onions, no feta–no problem! I used kale and spinach instead. And it was delicious. The rabbit is trying to kill me I think.

Chickens

Our neighbors got six new chicks after the old ones started eating their own eggs and were consequently slaughtered. Four of the chicks grew up to be nice Rhode Island Red hens, one was some different kind of hen, and one grew up big and strong and tall and rooster. Rooster has taken to cock-a-doodle-doo-ing at 1:40am for the past three nights until about 4am, then again when he sees me coming back from my run in the morning. And all this happens about 10 yards from our bedroom window. I see chicken mole in his future.

In other news, we finally went to Bootie with Beast and bride, it was all I hoped it would be and more. They played music from our era which helped me feel not-old. We had an excuse to catch the last BART so the kids could close it out at 3:30am. We finally saw Avatar, which was good, but movies over 2 hours kind of test my stamina. This was awesome, what a great sport.

min

 Sometimes I try to use some other minimization technique, but I ALWAYS come back to the amoeba. Don’t waste your time, always go with the amoeba! The best thing is to tell the amoeba to amoeba itself (results are amoeba-tacular).

old

 On Saturday I attended my 14th consecutive alumni meet. I must be old. And it was also one of my worst performances, a lousy 3200m in the rain. Regardless of this, it was good times with lots of the old-school folks there. I recognize the running forms of my former teammates, but they’re just running a lot slower. A 4:15 mile has turned into a 6:40. Oh well. Anyway I have some work to do before the Oakland half late next month.

Other good LA weekend events included a Superb Owl party with JB, SB, ML, KS, DF, et al. and the opportunity to meet the excitable and charming Rhubarb. 

I think it’s time for a new camera, maybe this one. Also, maybe an Electric Bug to replace the trusty G20? These kits all seem to use big old lead-acid batteries. Where’s the cheap Li-ion? It’s almost the year that Doc & Marty went to in BttF 2, we don’t have hoverboards, flying cars, or even good electric batteries. What DO we have? Facebook? The future is kind of lame.