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Showing posts with label Like You Care. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

You May Never Learn What I Think of Tellurium


It's the tenth anniversary of Infinite Art Tournament (formerly L&TM5K)!!!


...which, in blog years, is like living to 580.  ...well, maybe not quite.  It's like dog years: keeping a blog for four months gets you to ripe middle age, after which you are pretty much aging in real time.  Perhaps.  Really, I'm just making this up.

Anyway, I thought I might celebrate the tenth anniversary by... stopping.  Everything except for the Tournament itself, of course.  We'll keep working the Tournament.  But the other features that have so singularly failed to go viral -- the saints! the elements! the movie reviews! the quizzes!  the boring postcards! -- well, I think maybe it's time to declare total victory and move on.  And with that comes my deepest gratitude to anyone who has to any extent followed any of this stuff over the years.

Unless I change my mind, of course.  See ya tomorrow for more Left Bracket Round Two action!

Monday, March 28, 2016

The Songs of the Fifty States: Missouri revisited


(What is "The Songs of the Fifty States"?)



It's only been four months since I did a "Songs" post on Missouri, but last week I had an opportunity to spend a few days kicking around the state, which I hadn't visited since 1999.  Missouri from the freeway is, alas, pretty awful: glimpses of farmland peeking out from behind huge signs, most of which tell you either that you should purchase a huge sign or that the signowner's beliefs and values are better than yours.  Once off the freeway, it's a mixed bag of pleasant town and rural landscapes and grim town and rural landscapes, depending on local conditions.

The final score for the road trip, incidentally, was: 19 new counties in Missouri, 2 in Illinois, 2 in Arkansas, and 2 in Tennessee.  Also, 4 in Kentucky, which had been the state that I hadn't visited in the longest time; Florida takes over that spot now. 



Thomas Hart Benton, Truman Library Murals, Independence.
Missouri!

Size: 180,533 km2 (21st)

2015 Population: 6,083,672 (18th)

Statehood: 1821 (24th).

American Human Development Index: 4.60 (36th)


Art Mecca: Last November, I wrote about how the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art was the museum where I really became interested in art for the first timeI thought that the Nelson Atkins must be the coolest museum in the world, I said, and I suppose for me, at the time, it was....  I wonder if I'd still love it now that I've seen a lot more museums, or if I'd be all jaded.  So, knowing I would be back in Missouri, I made it a priority to revisit the Nelson-Atkins.

Unfortunately, and replicating a mistake that I made in 1999, I forgot that it's closed on Tuesdays.

Fortunately, I was able to try again and pull off a short visit on Saturday, before my flight home.  

And the answer is, the Nelson-Atkins has a really terrific collection!  It is particularly strong in the Impressionist/Post-Impressionist era, and has some very nice medieval stuff, and I bet that's why I thought for quite a few years that I was mostly interested in the Impressionists and medieval art -- my fine arts tastes were forged in Kansas City. I was surprised that they seem to have no Modern Art collection at all, but eventually figured out the problem: they are deeply confused about what the word "contemporary" means:



Bottom line: If you have the chance, visit the Nelson-Atkins!  It's free, even!  But closed Tuesdays!

Now, in the comments last time Christine M. volunteered that "St. Louis also has a lovely art museum, and it's free, too."  I was a little underwhelmed with the St. Louis show when I visited in 1999, but what the hell did I know?  So, I gave serious thought to remedying the situation this time in order to give you a fair and balanced treatment of the Art Meccas of the Show-Me State.  Unfortunately, the lure of randomly exploring rural backroads was too much for me.



Michael 5000's Missouri: March 2016

First Visited: April 1, 1991 (5th)
Most Recently Visited: March 26, 2016 (2nd)

First Run In: 2.62 miles, Cape Girardeau, March 23, 2016
Best Run: 3.63 miles, Bolivar, March 25, 2016

Have Admired the Visual Arts In: Yes.
Have Geohashed In: No.
Have Slept Overnight In: Yes.

Counties Visited: 75/115 (passes Colorado to take 2nd place)
% Complete: 65.2% (18th, passing New York, Oklahoma, Nebraska, and Pennsylvania)


Mrs. 5000's Counties Visited: 22/115 (15th)
% Complete: 19.1% (39th)
Mrs.5000 First Visited: c. 1969 c. 1967 (date suggested by even more recent research)
Mrs.5000 Most Recently Visited: August 1989 (date suggested by recent research)


Atlas of All Roads Traveled



Plans and Aspirations

It will probably be quite a few years before I return to Missouri.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

The Wednesday Post


Incidentally, I've been on vacation
Art Tournament content only for the next little while.
Try to be strong.





Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Month to Month Resolutions: November 2015

I got some nice support for resurrecting the personal monthly goals thing for October, so here we go again.  After all, if a major internet dork luminary like Will Wheaton can blog for self-help, why not a minor internet dork luminary like myself?



External Factors: In life as in war, plans -- and goals are plans with benchmarks, if you're doing 'em right -- plans, I say, go to hell as soon as the fray is joined.  For instance, when I was making my goals for October I didn't know that (1) Mrs.5000 and I would get hit with a late-night water heater blowout mid-month, which would keep us up into the wee hours doing damage control and leave us without running water for a few days.  Things like that affect one's running schedule, I'll tell you what!  Also, (2) a huge load of garden mulch appeared, and required many hours of labor to get on the ground.  The yard looks much better, and it was great exercise, but it made it hard to stick with the slate of stated goals.

Let's add two more: (3) Things are HOP HOP HOPPING at Work5000, albeit in a good way, and (4) there is the decline of the year, which is always a tricky time for the ol' emotional health.  So far, so good, but these things inform one's goal-making.



Progress, October 2015, and goals for November 2015

Weighing-in: Failed. "Maybe I could try to be stable at about 211 by the end of October."  I was moving in the right direction with this until the water-heater incident, after which there were some lapses in discipline.
  • November Goal: Maybe I could try to be stable at about 211 by the end of November.
Push-ups: Failed. "I will try to perform ([date] + 10) push-ups every day in October."  This didn't happen.  This is an important area to work on, though, because I really need to get some strength in my abdomen.  Seriously.  But, because I am -- let's face it -- no longer a spring chicken, I also have to figure out a less aggressive approach that doesn't strain my lower back.  There, I said it.
  • November Goal: No actual push-ups yet.  No fancy algorithm, either.  Just 30 knee push-ups twice a day, getting up and going to bed, in double sets of 15.  Boom.  I can do that.
Pull-ups: Failed.  Madness.  I'm nowhere near able to do pull-ups.  But I do have a solid bar installed, finally.
  • November Goal: I'll try again to do that hanging exercise where you pull your knees up: ten a day through the 15th, then 12 a day if it seems good for the back half of the month.
Cola: Success. I am more than two months clean on cola.
    • November Goal: To continue not drinking any cola.
    Running: Failed.  The goal was an 80 mile month, and at 68.7 I was quite short.  But I'm pretty comfortable with that number under the circumstances.
    • November Goal: Run 80 miles
    Bicycling: Failed.  I did not, per goal, get my own bike out of mothballs.  I did, however, ride Mrs.5000's bike from where it was stranded one day, in a rainstorm no less.  So, I know I am still capable of staying upright.
    • November Goal: Try, try again: confirm that bicycle is still in working order.  Take it for a spin around the neighborhood.
    The Transitive Property: Failed.  "I'm going to buy a monthly bus pass and not drive my car to work." This was pretty successful in the first half of the month, and led to some fun exploratory trips where I took transit rides and then ran home from relatively distant places.  Discipline broke down after midmonth, especially as the days started to close in.  I think I will do this again next summer, at a time when long days will give me more opportunity to enjoy playing with the system.
    • November Goal: None.


    New goals for November 2015

    Breaking up the workday:
    • November Goal: Skip lunch no more than twice in any two-week period.  Take a break to go for a little walk at least two times a week.
    Home Improvement:
    • November Goal: Invest at least five good hours in shall we say a "capital project" -- which is to say, something requiring paint or tools, not just doing the damn dishes a reasonable approximation of my fair share of the time.

    Getting Out in Front of the Holidays:
    • November Goal: Putting in some effort to add joy to the family Thanksgiving feast; and, sailing into December with some of the labor of Christmas taken care of and a pretty good idea of how and when the rest of it is going to get done.  Speaking of which -- if you've read this far, please let me know whether or not the IAT Advent Calendar is something that adds value to your holiday internet experience.


    Obviously, while all this is happening, I'll be doing my damnedest to organize competitive art action, provide regional-class film criticism, fire up your cognitive processes of a Monday, and in general stoke the institution that is Infinite Art Tournament. Thanks for your support.

    M5K

    Friday, October 2, 2015

    Month to Month Resolutions: Where are they now?

    Back in 2011, I did Quarterly Reports for a while in which I testified here about my progress on about a million different goals.  Then -- because, golly, what an exciting feature for you readers -- in 2012, I decided to triple the fun, and started doing "Month to Month Resolutions."  Like all things bloggy, that quickly faded away.

    But now, as we begin the final quarter of 2015, I thought it might be fun to look back and see how I've done with my goals for what historians call "the Long April 2012" -- the period since I last set goals.



    Progress, April 2012 - September 2015, and goals for October 2015

    Weighing-in: The April 2012 Goal was "I will continue to weigh myself every morning in the established manner, and the late-March financial penalty of 10 cents per tenth of a pound over 200 pounds, daily, will continue through April.  Ha!  Ha Ha Ha!  (sob!)  This would be well over a $1000 penalty by now.  After ballooning to a record-high 218 in early summer, I've been stable at about 212 for the last few months.
    • October Goal: Maybe I could try to be stable at about 211 by the end of October.
    Push-ups: Actually, it was my inability to stick to a push-up regimen that made me think about looking at these old posts.
    • October Goal: How about, I will try to perform ([date] + 10) push-ups every day in October!
    Pull-ups: This was a new category in April 2012.  I'll just borrow in the same goal.
    • October Goal: "...to try to work towards a state of being where I am capable of doing pull-ups. It doesn’t really make sense to put a numerical value on this, as I’m far from sure I am able to do a single pull-up at this point. If I’m able to... do that exercise where you pull your knees up, I’ll try to do, oh, ten of those a day."
    Cola: The April 2012 goal was "to consume no more than twelve units of cola per week."  However, I haven't had any cola in more than a month.
      • October Goal: To continue not drinking any cola.
      Veggies: The April 2012 goal was "no fewer than five units per week."
      • October Goal: You know, it's not like I'm wolfing down kale by the bushel or anything, but I actually feel like I eat enough veggies these days, and especially fruit, that it's not something I really need to track. 
      Other Old Goals: I also had formal goals for sending paper mail, writing projects, gardening, music, and quilting.  Well, good for me.  It's hard for me to imagine setting programmatic goals for such stuff at this particular point.

      New Categories:
        Running: Meanwhile, as you know, I try to keep myself motivated to run a lot.  After last year, when I made my 1000 mile goal, this year kind slipped through my hands with lots of problems in the first half of the year.  But, things have been picking up.  After logging 310 miles from January to June, I ran 260 from July to September.
        • October Goal: Run 80 miles
        Running: Since I gave myself over to running, my bicycle has sat basically unused.
        • October Goal: Confirm that bicycle is still in working order.  Take it for a spin around the neighborhood.
        The Transitive Property: One last odd one for October: I'm going to buy a monthly bus pass and not drive my car to work (unless of course I need to have it for work purposes, which happens every couple of weeks).  This should also allow after-work and weekend transit-based adventures!  ...although I am still allowed car-based, or for that matter, bike-based adventures as well. 

        Friday, January 16, 2015

        Final Report on the 1983-84 Basketball Season


        I went to a small rural high school during a brief period in which we, the youth of my home town, were virtually untainted by any sort of natural talent or ambition. The roster of things the school did not do and did not have during my high school days is, I have since realized, kind of striking.  No Drama, no Debate, and no language aside from first-year Spanish (the second-year Spanish class I took to meet college admissions criteria was really a study hall). One year we did not field a football team. One year there was no student government. The band went in and out of commission. The track team consisted of four people one year, and the National Honor Society was down to a single person.

        Against this backdrop of progressive ferment, I played on the school basketball team. Well, the JV team.  My father was the coach.  He is an optimistic but realistic man, and he was an experienced basketball coach in late 1983 when he surveyed his team roster and set our goal for the season: “We will try to score every quarter.”


        How did we do? Well, I happen to have the official team scorebook from the 1983-84 season here at hand, so I can tell you.


        For various reasons, I will use aliases for all of the schools we played that year.
        Game 1 (home): Hometown 29, Ontario 45. Michael5000: no points.

        Game 2 (away): Hometown 49, Pittsfield 74. A tough loss on the road to a much smaller neighboring school district.  We will not put up anywhere near so many points again. Michael 5000: no points.

        Game 3 (home): Hometown 37, Pittsfield 57. Hometown fails to make good its home court advantage. Michael5000: 2 points.
        Game 4 (away): Hometown 10, Ontario 67. Score at end of third quarter: 4-48. Hometown does not score in second or third quarter. Michael5000: 2 points (tied for team high).

        Game 5 (home): League play begins. Hometown 29, Corinth 90. Michael5000: no points.

        Game 6 (away): Hometown 36, Sellwood 77. Hometown does not score in first quarter. Every Sellwood player scores, as their starting five sits out second and fourth quarters. Michael5000: 4 points.

        Game 7 (home): Hometown 33, Bradley 98. Hometown seems to struggle in this game with Michael5000 not on the game roster.

        Game 8 (away): Hometown 26, Riverside 91. Michael5000 back in action: no points.

        Game 9 (home): Hometown 27, Middle Creek 66. Michael5000: 6 points (lifetime high (tie)).

        Game 10 (away): Hometown 21, Granite Hill 48. Michael5000: no points.

        Game 11 (home): Hometown 24, Sellwood 69. A big comeback after Game 6.  This time, Hometown scores in all four quarters. Two Sellwood players fail to score! Michael5000: 3 points.

        Game 12 (away): Hometown 24, Corinth 77. Michael5000: 2 points.

        Game 13 (away): Hometown 30, Bradley 91. Hometown does not score during first quarter in the notoriously abusive Bradley High School gym. Michael5000: no points.

        Game 14 (away): Hometown 33, Middle Creek 79. Michael5000: 6 points (lifetime high (tie)).

        Game 15 (home): Hometown 34, Riverside 48. A triumph. The first game of the season with a margin less than 20, this is an astonishing improvement over Game 8. I suspect the fix was in. Michael5000: 4 points.

        Game 16 (away): Hometown 37, Granite Hill 51. Hometown hangs within 14 in its best game of the season! I suspect that this was a more or less real result, as Granite Hill was legendarily awful in those days. Michael5000: 1 point.

        Game 17 (away): Hometown 28, Corinth 91. With Michael5000 not on the game roster, Hometown fails to bring down traditional rival in season closer.

        One of my personal limitations is, I think, that I generally don’t go into organized group activities expecting them to go well. I sometimes wonder if my high school basketball experience did me much good there. Interestingly, and a bit inexplicably from this distance, I went out for basketball again the following year. We did a little better. I think we won a game. I didn’t play in that one, though, because I was sick. But still.

        Final note: I was recruited as a basketball player by Eastern Oregon State College. No, really. I still have the letter. My father, reasonably enough, had me write them a note explaining that there must be some mistake.

        Friday, November 28, 2014

        Michael5000's Post of Thanksgiving 2014


        Gratitude: a five-minute drill. No intangibles like "friends" or "family" or "my health" or "a sense of wonder," because, boring!

        1. Agricola

         
        2. Sibelius


        3. Audiobooks


        4. Running shoes that actually prevent injury


        5. Basic Instructions


        6. Old-school detective fiction


        7. Serious literature


        8. The sewing machine


        9. The Aubrey/Maturin Novels
        It was strange to see how quickly this progress took on the nature of ordinary existence: the Surprise had not run off a thousand miles before the unvarying routine of the ship’s day, from the piping up of the hammocks to the drumbeat of Heart of Oak for the gunroom dinner, thence to quarters and the incessently repeated exercising of the guns, and so to the setting of the watch, obliterated both the beginning of the voyage and its end, it obliterated even time, so that it seemed normal to all hands that they should travel endlessly over this infinite and wholly empty sea, watching the sun diminish and the moon increase.
        10. Mozart


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        How about you?

        Monday, July 28, 2014

        The Summer Road Trip 2014

        I don't know if you've noticed that, outside of the Tournament itself, there hasn't been much "content" going on lately.  Two reasons: first, it's summer, and you are even less inclined than usual to sit still for my rantings.  But also, I have been on Road Trip:


        Colorado: I didn't actually do much in Colorado, but Denver was the start and end point, and I arranged my route to go through five new counties, thus completing Colorado east of the Rocky Mountain Front.  The rental car agent, before launching into the tedious threats and brazen lying of the upsell process, asked Mrs.5000 and myself what we were up to.  "We're going to a wedding," we answered, "and then we're splitting up."

        Nebraska: We went to a wedding in Sidney, Nebraska, just north of Colorado in the Panhandle.  The bride was, let's see, a first cousin once removed of Mrs.5000.  She and her family were very gracious about welcoming us, and we got to spend a few days with the in-laws.  Actually, Mrs.5000 got to spend quite a bit of time with them -- she calls them "Mom and Dad," not "the in-laws" -- since they stole her away from me and took her back with them to their western Colorado lair.  Whereas I headed off alone, free as a bird, across the uncharted counties of southern Nebraska.


        Kansas: I didn't claim any new counties in Kansas, and I never will again.  I've been to all 105 counties in Kansas.  No, really!  I used to live there, you know.  I was a graduate student at a big university, and then a professor at a small university.  During this trip, I visited with my dissertation adviser, and then also with some former students.  I thought it was very nice, if a little surreal, to see my old professor.  Then one of the former students wrote to say that it was very nice, but a little surreal, to see me.  So I guess there's some symmetry there. 

        I had a house in Kansas at the foot of the Flint Hills...

        Oklahoma: So, with family obligations and visiting disposed of, and four days still on the clock, I considered my options.  Should I head northward toward the Dakotas?  Northwest towards Wyoming?  Or what?  Closely consulting the hashpoints, I discovered a pair in diagonally adjacent graticules, one in southern Oklahoma and one on the outskirts of Fort Worth.  So I headed south across the Sooner State, trying to decide whether I should try to find legendary former blogger Blythe's work and bust in on her.  I didn't, because I was afraid she might be doing serious grown-up administrative stuff that day, but now I kind of regret my timidity.  Oh well.  I got five new Oklahoma counties.

        Texas: I'd never been to Dallas and Forth Worth, and they certainly are humungous.  Dallas in particular seems built at 120% of standard scale, with truly epic freeway interchanges that might have been designed by a Popular Mechanics cover artist in 1955.  Also, while I was in Fort Worth, I saw this:


        It's Michaelangelo's Torment of Saint Anthony, something he painted as a young and apparently fairly angst-ridden teenager.  It's at Fort Worth's Kimball Museum of Art.  My visit there marked the cultural apex of the trip.  The closest I got to high culture after that was the Amarillo Starbucks.  But my swing across the Lone Star State ultimately bagged me 22 new counties.



        New Mexico: Not long after I crossed into New Mexico on I-40, I saw an unlikely sign for Dhillon's Truck Stop and India Buffet. I immediately felt better about the state of the republic, and happily joined a clutch of Sikh, Indian, and Somali truckers at the trough.  It was not fancy, but damn was it good.  I claimed two new New Mexico counties with my mouth just slightly ablaze from spicy tandoori chicken.

        Here's the take:


        And reports on five geohashing Expeditions, so you know I wasn't just goofing off:
        It was a great vacation, if you like rural landscapes, roads, an emergent style of travel planning, sweltering heat, and cheap motels.  Fortunately, I do.

        Friday, July 11, 2014

        Why Mrs.5000 Shouldn't Get Me a Birthday Present This Year

        I don’t like to use telephones for anything except what they were made for, which is to say text messaging. If I have to, although I really don't like it, I’ll use them to have a remote voice conversation. But that’s it, and for the other esoteric electronic business of Modern Life, I use task-specific tools. This makes me one of the last people still using, for instance, an MP3 player – my “stories” makes it possible for me to be reading at all times, never wasting a speck of attention on time-wasters such as focusing on routine tasks, interacting with the people around me, driving, or spiritual development.

        The other key portable electronic device in my life is the “gadget” – a GPS receiver. Not one of those street-map jobbies, mind you – life is dull enough already without taking the fun of navigation out of it – but a sturdy little machine that can tell me exactly where I am on the planet, how fast I’m going, how far I’ve gone, and how far I am as the crow flies from Bozeman, Montana. The gadget serves three vital purposes. First, I use it to track my running mileage. Second, it is an essential tool for geohashing. And thirdly, it lets me see the difference between the direction my vehicle is pointing and the straight-line direction to my destination. This last item may not seem important to you, but for me, well, I was pining for such a device long before the advent of consumer GPS equipment, and can scarcely believe my luck to be able to own one now. So let’s say I use it for “running mileage, geohashing, and spiritual development.”

        I wrote about my first gadget when I first bought it back in aught-ten, and it made a major cameo in my niche-famous geohashing primer. It served me stoutly and well for almost three years.

        One day early last summer, I went for a run immediately after work. When I got back to the truck, I cooled off for a few minutes – it was a hot day – and then headed for home. Later, I would remember a peculiar thumping sound as I drove off, and realize that it was the gadget, my beloved gadget, rolling from where I had placed in on the truck roof and falling off into the void. By the time I put this together, lamentably, it was two days later, and naturally I never saw the first gadget again.

        Mrs.5000, being swell, encouraged me to get a replacement gadget as an early 2013 birthday present. She is very supportive of my running, and even my geohashing, and even my spiritual development for that matter. Plus, I was about to take one of my big sprawling roadtrips, and she knew that to be truly happy on a big sprawling roadtrip, I would need to be practicing spiritual development.

        On that road trip, I went on a geohashing expedition in Yellowstone Park in which I kind of scared myself by climbing up a hill that I wasn’t sure I could climb back down. I was pretty jumpy and jittery when I got back to the truck. I assume that is why I didn’t think much, for an hour or two, about the peculiar thumping sound I heard as I drove off. By the time I put two and two together and realized that it was the gadget, my beloved replacement gadget, rolling from where I had placed it on the truck roof and falling off into the void, it was far too late to go back on the remote chance of finding it still waiting for me.

        Since then, I have become something of a fanatic about never putting anything on the roof of the truck. On the hood, where you can see it, fine. But never on the roof! No matter how convenient! It is a sanitation that I now follow very strictly.  I've learned my lesson the hard way.

        In the short term, there was nothing for it but to hide my shame like a pathetic skulking weasel. I scoured the outfitters of Bozeman, Montana, until I found one that sold the exact same gadget as the one I had just lost, and resolved not to mention the incident until next summer.  (Which is to say, now.) Then, I programmed in the location of Bozeman, Montana. And then, still alive and regadgeted, I went geohashing again.

        So that is why Mrs.5000 shouldn’t get me a birthday present this year. She already got my 2014 birthday present back in August 2013, in Bozeman, Montana. She just didn’t know it until now.

        Monday, March 10, 2014

        State of the Blog Ventures


        The recent completion of the Reading List, which for a long time was the leading personal raison d’etre of this here blog, has made me wonder where things stand in the rest of the blog ventures. Here’s a quick look:

        The Infinite Art Tournament
        32%
        Strange though it might seem, it looks as though the eponymous art appreciation exercise of the blog in its modern form is already 1/3 complete. We are still a few months shy of the halfway point of the First Round, mind you, but subsequent rounds rapidly get a lot smaller as artists begin to leave the tournament. Heck, we’ve already lost 76 of the 500 artists who get to play in the big show, and the Play-In Tournament, which is only a few months from finishing up, has ground through more than 60 more.

        Element of the Month
        45%
        Fans of fundamental materialism can relax; there are plenty more silvery-grey metals to go through. The original list, which we have been progressing through in random order, only went as high as Meitnerium, nine shy of the 118 elements that are currently on the books. On the other hand, I doubt I’ll have much to report about Ununtrium, Ununpentium, Ununseptium, and Ununoctium, and may combine those and a few of the other lately-named under an “Extremely Fakey Elements” omnibus post.

        Michael5000 vs. Shakespeare
        10% Texts
        13% Performance
        24% Film Adaptation
        This is one that has been off-again and on-again. It is certainly way down from the heyday when it had a blog all to itself. The theoretical goal is to post on the/a written text of, a performance of, and a film adaptation of, all of the Shakespeare plays. Realistically, I’d like to read all the texts. Eventually. If I live a long and healthy life.

        Michael5000 vs. Dickens
        55%
        The goal here isn’t so much to post about all of Dickens, but merely to read all of the non-Christmas Dickens that I hadn’t got to already. Right now I’m standing at 8 out of 14.5 novels.

        Michael5000 vs. The Beatles
        23%
        With only 13 canonical albums to plow through, you would think I’d make more progress with this one. But it turns out they are very labor-intensive to write.

        The Songs of the 50 States
        12%
        I’ve skipped a few months here. But, the combination of chronicling my banal travels and stoking my desire to see new places, and new museums, is really too good not to bore you with.  I'm also thinking of tossing in the Provinces as a gesture to my country's vast northern bestie; that would knock me down to 10%.  Also, if this were to continue over the long term, there would likely be some revisitation involved.

        Saint of the Month
        7%
        I’ve only done a couple of dozen saints, nowhere near enough to fill up a full daily calendar. The saints project has a very narrow constituency – consisting of Mrs.5000, pretty much – and I’ve thought about pitching it in on a number of occasions. But then, I always find something new and interesting to read about, and dive in for just one more saint.

        The Free Box Tapes
        3%
        There have been some technical hiccoughs here, including a couple of tape players breaking down and the tape that I am supposed to be listening to currently going missing. I expect to pick up the pace in the fullness of time.

        The Jazz Thing
        2%
        This is a long-term, slow-burn project by design. It’s also logistically clunky, as I’ve found it hard to get my paws on some of the recordings without spending money, which I am naturally loathe to do.

        Michael Reads the Bible
        50%ish, if memory serves, although you'd have to think the New Testament would go a lot slower.
        This project still has its own blog, but it is in mothballs and has not been advanced for nearly two and a half years. I would like to return to it someday.

        Blog Projects I Completed
        100%
        • The Reading List
        • The Great Movies
        • The More Movies List
        • The Forgotten Lands
        • Flag Fridays
        • 100 Thursday Quizzes
        • 90 Monday Quizzes
        • 90 Wednesday Quizzes
        Of course there have been plenty of boring postcards, droll anecdotes, philatelic ephemera, and such like along the way, and also short-term projects like Classical Wednesdays and the recent map reviews, but I'm only thinking about the extensive lists.


        New Blog Projects I Sometimes Think About Launching, Because I’m an Idiot
        0%
        • Another round of Movies.
        • A Tour of the arts holdings in the Castle5000 Collection
        • A big tournament-style classical music showdown
        • More Quizzes
        • Language of the Month

        Wednesday, February 19, 2014

        Saying "Protactinium" at South Point

        South Point, the aptly named southernmost point of the island of Hawai'i, is also the southernmost point of the United States.


        (Oh, fine.  Yes, Puerto Rico extends its odd geopolitical status further south.  Yes, the U.S. has de facto or de jure control of military bases, embassy grounds, and other miscellaneous chunks of real estate further south.  Yes, the United States operates a research station at the freaking South Pole.  But -- and this is a reasonable but! -- if you consider the fifty states which are the core entities of the United States, you can't get any souther than South Point.)

        I had the presumably once-in-a-lifetime chance to visit Hawai'i a few months ago, and visited South Point.  In this picture, I am the southernmost human in the 50 United States.


        While I was there, I set a record.  I didn't want to announce it at the time, because it would have opened up the possibility of mischievous competition from a known gentle reader who was also on the island at the time.  But now, I am ready to claim my title. 

        While standing on the rocks of South Point, I said "Protactinium."  I confidently claim this as the southernmost utterance of the word "Protactinium" within the 50 United States.   Who holds that record?  I do, that's who.  Michael5000.

        Monday, October 28, 2013

        What I Did This Weekend

        My line of work does not involve a lot of business travel, mind you, but for the next few days I am attending a conference in a major American city known for its majorness, and also its cityness, and for having many tall buildings.  In fact I'm in one of them right now.

        It seemed a shame not to come out a few days early and see the city's world class art museum.  But, for better or worse, I got distracted by the outlying areas and put in a solid three days of arbitrary travel instead.  As is my custom, here's a little travel diary for you.


        Friday, 5:30 a.m.  I arrive at the airport refreshed from more than three hours of airplane sleep, and rent a compact car that, the agent gravely informs me, they "don't really recommend for highway travel."  Uh huh.  As it is quite dark and I am disoriented, I pretty much follow the first road I find, which takes me away to the northwest and sets the general direction of the trip.  It is not until I find a coffee shop in little Winnebago, Illinois, that I am able to connect to the internet.  This yields me the day's hashpoints, and, scenting blood, I am off to surprisingly cute Dubuque, Iowa, and a farm road seven miles to its southeast.

        The area where Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, and Iowa all come together is really rather charming.  An "island" in the major glaciations of our epoch, it is a rolling tapestry of woods, fields, and villages.  Very picturesque.  I continued my day's drive up to Spring Green, Wisconsin, where you can stay at the only motel in the world built according to Frank Lloyd Wright's semi-harebrained "Usonian" principles.  I'd stayed there before, and it's pretty cool.

        Friday score: 8 new counties (5 Illinois, 2 Iowa; 1 Wisconsin); 1 geohash; 1 new state run in (Wisconsin).

        Saturday.  Having scoured the maps on Friday, I've discovered that most hashpoints in this part of the world land in farmed fields.  But there was one in a ditch over in Iowa, so I drove north for a ways, then west for a ways, then clipped off the point of southeastern Minnesota, and eventually got to the hashpoint.  It turns out that it was only ten miles or so from Spillville, the Czech colony where Dvorak hung out during the summers when he lived in the United States.  I was hoping they'd have a statue or something, which they don't, but there was this mural:


        So that was cool.

        At this point, I figured I should probably start heading back in the general direction of the conference, but thought I'd stop in Guttenberg, Iowa, just to make sure that a Sunday hashpoint that looked too good to be true was, in fact, too good to be true.  It turned out that it was exactly good enough to be true, so I found some digs, settled in, and gorged myself on college football.

        Saturday score: 8 new counties (3 Wisconsin, 3 Minnesota, 2 Iowa); 1 geohash; 1 new state run in (Iowa); 1 classical music pilgramage; Oregon 42, UCLA 14.

        Sunday.  After a midnight adventure and a good night's rest, I basically just headed back to the large city to give the nice people their car back and report for duty at the tall building.  But naturally I found a route that I'd not taken before, and incidentally managed to sneak in a second hashpoint for the day on another lonely agricultural road.

        Sunday score: 7 new counties (1 Iowa, 6 Illinois); 2 geohashes.


        What did you do this weekend?

        Monday, September 9, 2013

        The 2013 Autumn Driveabout Recap

        There was less than a month between the 2013 Summer Driveabout and the 2013 Autumn Driveabout, but it was definitely feeling autumnal as we drove through college-rich New England. Towns of any size were teeming with new-minted freshmen, many of them resignedly trailing their hearty overinvolved parental hangers-on as is the custom of our time.  At one point, we sat at a "Friendly's" ice cream franchise and listed to a large table of young people from a nearby elite university initiate their adult social lives, using the only material they had at hand: comparing notes on how this Friendly's differed from the Friendly's back in New York, or in New Jersey, or wherever.  It was adorable.

        You may have seen an earlier version of the official Autumn Driveabout Narrative Maptm last week.  Here's the final version, with a little interpretation.


        So, the airplane represents Logan Airport, our "insertion point," where the nice people from JetBlue dropped us off after a cross-continental red-eye and the fine folks from Dollar let us borrow one of their cars.  We headed west on the Massachusetts Turnpike and then south into Connecticut ("Still Revolutionary!") before making the first stop at a "Dunkin Donuts," a fried-breads restaurant found in lovably comic abundance in the New England states.

        Our initial destination was New Haven, Connecticut, which is the home of Yale University and its two major art galleries: The Yale University Art Gallery and the Center for British Art.  "University Art Gallery" didn't sound all that exciting when Mrs.5000 was pitching this aspect of the trip, but it turns out to be a more-than-robust museum of the kind we provincial types can only see after lengthy travel.  It was superb.  And free.  The British Art was also very nice.

        Alert map readers will have noticed the bride-and-groom icon, which goes a long way towards explaining what we were doing in New Haven during a vacation we had planned as a trip to Vancouver, British Columbia.  Well!  Long-time readers will perhaps recall "G," or "Grey," a longtime member of this online community and winner of the first-ever Dorkfest, way back in aught-eight.  She surprised Mrs. and myself with a wedding invitation a few months back, and since we already had the vacation time boxed out, we were all like "OMG!  SURE!" and this is how we found ourselves in Connecticut trying to come up with compact answers to the question "how do you know the bride?"  It was an awesome wedding involving a vintage carousel and lots of Australians, and Mr. G. is a brainy prince of a fellow with movie-star good looks.  I hope they will produce a bevy of dorky children.
        I've never particularly been a Bruce Springsteen fan, but
        this record really jumped out during the Montpelier vinyl-fest.

        Speaking of producing dorky children, the next step on our adventure was to head north to the cutest town in the United States, Vermont's capital Montepelier, to inspect the new offspring of regular IAT voters Nichim and lamanyana.  He passed with flying colors, and we spent a mellow evening listening to old vinyl LPs from Nichim's father's record collection.

        After this, our plan was to continue on to Montreal, but it turns out my passport expired in July.  Mrs.5000 was very understanding about this little oversight, and so we gamely altered our so that it involved only UnitedStatsian activities and destinations.

        What About the COUNTIES!??

        You might be surprised that I have chattered on at this length without any mention of counties or geohashing.  Well, there were counties, and there was geohashing.

        Here are the counties, one new one in Vermont and eleven in Maine:


        Yes, I COMPLETED TWO STATES!!  Very exciting.  For Mrs.5000, the take was two Vermont counties, one New Hampshire, and three Maine; she completed Maine as well.

        The geohashing expeditions were our first east of Colorado.  We went 2 of 4.  They are #139 - #142, indexed here.

        Speaking of Maine: the Colby College Museum of Art has a startlingly strong collection of American painting.  It was pretty wow.

        I spent a good long time hanging out with this painting
        at the Boston MFA.  It's pretty OK.
        Returning to Boston, we made some social calls -- one to a family with three charming daughters, as shown on the map, and another to occasional blog reader Dug.  Dug doesn't get an icon because the map was getting kind of cluttered; he is a cartographer and will understand.  (There was a final Dunkin' Donuts trip that didn't get represented, too.)


        Lastly, we spent an afternoon at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston.  It is amazing and overwhelming, a real world-class show.  Three hours and change didn't begin to do it justice, but it was a better viewing experience then the first time I was there, in the late nineties, when I paid the admission just in time to hear an announcement that the museum would be closing in a half hour.

        Summary:
        • States Visited: 5. 
        • Excellent Social Calls: 4.
        • Art Museums: 4.
        • New Counties: 12 [6].
        • States Completed: 2 [1].
        • Geohashing Expeditions: 4 (2 Complete)
        • New States run in: 1 (Connecticut).
        • New State running distance records: 2 (Connecticut, Massachusetts).
        • New States admired art in: 2 (Connecticut, Maine).
        • New States slept overnight in: 1 (Connecticut).
        Now, THAT's a vacation!

        Wednesday, September 4, 2013

        The Wednesday Post


        Greetings from Maine!
        For reals this time.



        Mrs.5000 and I are enjoying the last gasp of summer, more or less, with a trip packed with assorted adventures -- social ones, cultural ones, and of course arbitrary ones!  You can more or less reconstruct our trip to date from this handy map:


        The framed images represent visits to collections of art, such as that of Maine resident Winslow Homer.


        More on and from this trip in the coming weeks, of course.  For now, happy Wednesday back at your work/school/job!  We're going to go have some more adventures.

        Friday, August 16, 2013

        It's the 2000th Post!

        11111010000!


        7D0!

        ...of course, those 2000 posts are 10% boring postcards, 5% holiday stuff, and 5% flag stuff.  But there's some solid content buried in there, too!




        Happy St. Stephen of Hungary's Day!

        Monday, August 12, 2013

        The 2013 Summer Driveabout Recap



        The problem with road-tripping out of Portland, Oregon, City of Roses, is that you are kind of boxed in by geography.   You can't drive very far west without stalling out in the surf; and north, there are two large cities and then the end of the world.  South is OK, but you still end up kind of pinched against the Pacific Coast.

        You'd expect the best direction for expansive road travel to be east, right?  But there's trouble that way, too.  After about 200 miles driving east, the terrain suddenly gets very bumpy indeed.  Much past Pendleton, Oregon, and it turns into what is basically an impenetrable wilderness.  There's Hell's Canyon, which is both the deepest and the most badass canyon in the world -- look it up! -- and then ridge after ridge after ridge of crazy jagged mountains.  If you look at a road map of Idaho sometime,  you'll see that there is the panhandle bit where people live, and the Snake River plain bit where people live, and then  the area I marked in blue, below, which has a couple of twisty, tenuous roads driven through it at great expense so that they can pretend that the state has some sort of logical unity.  Basically what I did on this trip is drive a great big circle around the wild lands.


        Not that I knew that when I started out.  I didn't even really decide on "East" until a couple hours before I left.  Once I was on the road, I let myself be guided by things like potentially doable geohashing expeditions (the circles on the map -- green indicates success, red indicates failure); counties that needed collecting; whim; offhand suggestions from friends; and of course a general sense that I would need to eventually get home again.  Oh, and the little feet symbols are places I went running -- I got one new state (Montana) and a new Oregon County (Umatilla) for my respective running-in-place collections.

        The geohashing expeditions are #128 - #136, indexed here.

        The new counties were 14 in number, five in Idaho and nine in Montana.  That makes 21 for the year, with the possibility of several more coming down the pike, so that's good.  Montana, let me add, was right purty.



        And you'll never believe who I ran into in southeast Washington!  The Avatar!


        Yeah, I found him on U.S. 12, just east of its intersection with State Road 261!  He seems like he's really enjoying the scenery, and getting lots of exercise.  I didn't run with him, but when I ran that night in Milton-Freewater, Oregon, he continued along towards Washington 127 and points east.

        I'd tell you about the museums and the fine dining and the must-see attractions, but it really wasn't that kind of vacation.

        Monday, August 5, 2013

        There is no post today


        For I am on my annual driveabout.


        There has, somewhat to my surprise, been geohashing!


        Plus meticulous tracking of exercise and fresh air!


        Goat is my co-pilot.