Nov 14 / PDXPup

Bang Bang

Holy Geez, after I dashed off the last post I went to work out and it was not easy. I went down to my apartment complex’ gym (and yes, I was the only one there on a Saturday night) and slogged off another workout on the Precor. Usually my Precor workouts are pretty good, but I left my iPod spinning where it left off from my previous workout (see: previous post). All good songs, but many of the downtempo songs came at I time I needed uptempo. Yes, I could have pushed “next” or change playlists, but I’m kind of stubborn and like to see things through.

1. On the Radio
Regina Spektor
2. Beautiful Dirty Rich
Lady GaGa
3. The District Sleeps Alone Tonight
The Postal Service
4. Kill the Lights
Britney Spears
5. Merry Happy
Kate Nash
6. Fruit Machine
The Ting Tings
7. Mansard Roof
Vampire Weekend
8. Goodnight and Go
Imogen Heap
9. LDN
Lily Allen
10. Rebellion (Lies)
Arcade Fire
11. Hotel Song
Regina Spektor
12. Toy Soldier
Britney Spears

I’d give it a 4/10 grade for getting me through the workout.

Nov 14 / PDXPup

Won’t take my eyes off the ball again…

I’ve got nothing to do these days except coach, make food, screw around on my computer learning new software programs and work out. Since I started working out regularly again, after taking a, oh…probably 6-year hiatus from doing so seriously, I’ve lost almost 20 pounds. Right now, I’m about 20 over my collegiate playing weight, so I think I can get there by perhaps the first of the new year.

I took a long break from working out with any serious intent because there is nothing I hate more than running. In a word, it sucks. I realize there are very talented athletes who are runners so I’m not saying their sport sucks, I’m just saying I don’t enjoy it. At all. When I stopped playing soccer, I stopped having to work out on a regular basis. As a goalkeeper, most of my fitness came from a lot of up and down, back and forth, short sprint kind of fitness. So, even with a walkman, there is nothing more tedious or boring to me than going for an hour long run. And after beating my body up for a little over 10 years, I took a break.

It’s just that break was a little longer than I wanted/anticipated. Breaking my wrist didn’t help, because I didn’t think the doc was that serious when he said I couldn’t do anything. I went for a run about a week and half after my surgery, and my arm felt what I imagine sausage to be like; it got all swollen and puffed up and incredibly tight in my cast, like a little Irish sausage. So that was the end of that for about 4 months. And after I got my cast off, t was almost fall and I was working, so I didn’t really care. Now, I figure since I’m not doing much else, I don’t really have an excuse not to work out. Like people would see me and go “seriously, you don’t do anything all day, so you have no excuse to be overweight.” And, like any good Catholic, the shame and guilt overwhelmed me into doing something about it.

Now I go for runs, which I still find distasteful no matter how anyone tries to spin it for me. The Precor is a nice change here and there, and I have some workout videos with a super-peppy leader that I would love to meet so I can kick her. But they seem to be doing the trick. And I’m praying whatever that sharp, stabby pain in my knee that started killing me on and off for about 4 years starting my senior year of college doesn’t make another appearance.

As always, music is what gets me through the tedious parts of working out. I moved recently, and my new running loop is actually quite brutal. It’s the only thing I could map starting and ending at my house that’s two miles, and I refuse to go to track. But it’s mostly uphill and then a bit downhill and it is basically death. Yesterday, I was able to shave a couple of minutes off my time from when I first did it by forcing myself to run, no matter the pace, for six and half minutes and then resting for three and a half. I was listening to a pretty good mix that helped me not want to just fall over into the nearest ditch. I can’t claim sole credit because I had iTunes Genius do some work. I picked the M.I.A. song “Paper Planes,” and it did the rest from there. So maybe that’s something I’ll do a little more regularly here: post some workout playlists because maybe you’ll like them and they won’t make you want to fall over into the nearest ditch.

1. Paper Planes
M.I.A.
2. Music is My Hot, Hot Sex
CSS
3. Great DJ
The Ting Tings
4. Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa
Vampire Weekend
5. Knock ‘em Out
Lily Allen
6. Walking With a Ghost
Tegan and Sara
7. Radar
Britney Spears
8. Ready For The Floor
Hot Chip
9. Keep the Car Running
Arcade Fire
10. 15 Step
Radiohead

This took from from my kitchen, out the door, and around the two-mile loop and back to my front door…all told, about 35 minutes.

Sep 21 / PDXPup

You greedy Americans. You think you’re so entitled. You ruin everything.

Have you seen the story on ESPN about the tampering charges the 49ers are filing against the Jets? I just took a gander at it this evening and there is one thing in the story I find quite alarming.

It’s not that the 49ers have yet to sign their number one draft pick, Michael Crabtree…a guy they picked 10th and just graduated from Texas Tech.

It’s not that the Jets are accused of telling Crabtree they might give him more money.

Heck, it’s not even because Deion Sanders is involved.

It’s because Crabtree, a young man who has yet to play one single down let alone practice with the team at all, has refused the 49ers offer of $20 million over five years…16 of that 20 million is GUARANTEED.

So here we have a guy who was an All-American at Texas Tech, who is making no money now (I don’t know who would be dumb enough to sign him to an endorsement contract since the biggest benefit of endorsements is to have the athlete/celebrity actually using your products in their venue of work), and is turning down a guaranteed $3 million a year because he thinks he’s worth more than that? HE WAS THE TENTH FUCKING PICK! What has he earned? What has he done to deserve more money than that? Here I am, can’t even afford freaking health insurance and am working my ass off for every penny I get, and this fucking guy can’t even sign a goddamn contract that will guarantee him $3 million a year.

This whole world of athletes and their money makes me absolutely sick. When A-Rod signed his deal with Texas, I just sat and wondered “What could he possibly do with all that money?” Why do athletes feel the need to drain the owners dry to stroke their own egos about who is more valuable as a player? A-Rod might have been making $25 million a year, but the Rangers couldn’t afford to buy any good players to put around him, so they sucked and A-Rod went to the Skankees. Why can’t these superstar athletes get paid what they need to live, maybe buy everyone in their family a new house and a car and maybe a flatscreen and a PS3 and call it a day? My parents just about had a stroke when I told them I was giving my full athletic scholarship back to the program my senior year so my coach could recruit a player from out of the country. And that was in flipping college, where student loans have to be repaid. (thankfully, I ended up getting a different scholarship for my senior year, so things worked out, but still…I think it took a couple of weeks for my mother to speak to me again.)

It’s baffling to think how many people are desperately going broke and this asshole thinks he should make more money.

I’m done ranting. I just saw that story and it made me mad enough to blog. What a dick.

Sep 3 / PDXPup

Have fun in Kenya, suckers.

So this universal health care thing…interesting, right?

I have been sort of keeping tabs of this controversial topic but not really engaging anyone in a dialogue about it, only because it I no longer am insured, medically speaking. It’s a bit of a big issue for me, and because I am still comprehending all the areas of this issue, I don’t feel comfortable debating the “Pro” side of it.

Basically, anything could happen to me tomorrow and I would be totally screwed. Is it my choice to go without health insurance? No…not at all. But I am at a place in my life where I can only afford so many “necessities.” I put that in quotations because I have car (and renter’s) insurance because it is required by law in the State of Oregon. I have a cell phone; but I have no other phone service so it’s a necessity. Internet service seems to be a necessity these days; especially as I continue searching for a job, and now a new place to live, it is apparent you can’t do either without access to Craigslist or LinkedIn or Jobdango. My student loan payment just increased (it was planned) and it’s quite a necessity to keep that loan in good standing. Then there’s my monthly rent, food and gas bills. So because of all that, I can’t afford health insurance with what I make from coaching soccer, though it sounds exciting and lucrative. PDXPup, Inc. sometimes operates in the red.

I mean, if I figured out tomorrow I had cancer, I might as well let the disease take me because there would be no way I could afford the treatment to beat it. And that is precisely why I don’t understand the health insurance system, because it seems like a gigantic scam to me. Here, pay my company $200 (!) a month just in case you get sick. You might never get sick, but we’ll still keep your $2400 a year. You might not get sick in 10 years, but we will still keep your $24,000 (if we haven’t raised your premiums, ever). It’s maddening just to think about; and please understand, I was appalled and mad when I had insurance! I was also extremely grateful I could afford to get my wrist fixed because I had insurance; my wrist would still be broken today if I hadn’t had insurance in 2007.

But I think the most jaw-dropping thing about watching the news and soundbites about healthcare reform is how many people have it wrong, and don’t really care to get it right. I read a blog from a guy who is a writer in Los Angeles, and he’s a pretty straightforward guy and not a democrat by any stretch of the imagination. He wrote this post recently about healthcare, and I couldn’t agree more. And he’s right to call some of these people debating the issue stupid; it’s not a way to engage anyone in a dialogue about the issue, but most of these people don’t want to discuss the issue…they just want to call Obama a fascist/socialist/Marxist/Communist and show up at Town Halls with Hitler mustaches and loaded firearms because it’s their 1st Amendment right to do so. I watched the video embedded in that post and it is absolutely alarming how uneducated some people are about the nuts and bolts of the issue. I mean when you have congressmen who have said they won’t read the health care bill because they’re just going to vote against it, it’s alarming to me because these people hold public office and represent the people in their district. I would be pissed if Ron Wyden and Jeff Merkley did that.

And at the end of the day, I have to agree with “Valeri” who commented on that particular blog post when she said: “I don’t think the Republicans see how hypocritical they are being (I also don’t think any of them know what the words “socialist” and “communist” mean, or the difference between the two). Why is it that suddenly they are just expressing their first amendment rights, but people protesting the Iraq war were un-American and didn’t “support the troops”? Every conversation at that time ended with a conservative telling a liberal to “Move if you don’t like it!” You know what? If you don’t want healthcare reform, move. But you are going to have a bitch of a time finding a first world country that will let you bring your gun that DOESN’T have universal health care. Oh, wait… there ISN’T ONE.

Have fun in Kenya, suckers.”

Couldn’t have said it better myself.

Aug 29 / PDXPup

New and Semi-Improved.

Pardon the dust. I’ve been shifting things around and you probably got lost, didn’t you? That happens sometimes in a move. I should have said something about moving, but I’ve been running around so much this summer I didn’t know I was moving sites. Not until TypePad wanted me to re-up for more money. I thought it was time for my own domain, and so I packed up the old site and brought it on over, with a little help from WordPress.

So, while I’m unpacking things and getting things sorted, the site will evolve. Obviously, I haven’t done a thing with the theme I’m currently using. But I hope to. And if it sucks, I can just get a new one. So, with unemployment still looming over my head, I am planning (using that term loosely, as I know I’ve said it before) to write more, maybe. Hopefully inspiration will strike on a regular basis.

Until next time, enjoy this sweet video (yes, I totally yanked it from dooce.com when she posted it). It’s a fan/tribute video…not the actual video for this song, if you can believe it.

Two Weeks – Grizzly Bear from Gabe Askew on Vimeo.

Jun 2 / PDXPup

It’s all fun and games till one of you gets my foot up your ass.

I need money.

No, not the stability of a monthly income that will keep me living a glamorous life of Wii and Top Ramen.

A butt-load of cash. A lot of it. I'm looking from someone with Buffet-type money (that would be Warren, not Jimmy, though I'm sure Jimmy's made a killing from The Cheeseburger Song.). A Richard Branson (Manson? No, pretty sure it's Branson) who will help me bankroll my next dream for utopia:

NRN.

What is NRN, you ask? Well, it will be the next NBC, ABC, CBS and, though I loathe to add them, Fox and The CW. What will be on NRN? Well, it's all in the initials:

NO REALITY NETWORK.

Yes, NRN will be a haven for smartly scripted comedies and dramas with brilliant actors and production teams who will be paid well for their services. Great shows like "Dollhouse" and "Chuck" should haven't to have droves of fans sign online petitions to save them because they don't earn ratings like "American Idol" and "The Biggest Loser."

"Arrested Development" was one of the best shows on television before Fox yanked it from the airwaves because it wasn't doing well in its' timeslot. A little advice to current network execs from someone who has been watching TV for a little over 25 years: shows generally don't do well in their "timeslots" if their "timeslots" change at least 3 times a season. If you want proof, just look at "The Cosby Show," "Cheers," "Seinfeld," "Family Ties," and "Friends." That's why those shows earned NBC the Thursday night repuation of "Must See TV." It wouldn't have happened if NBC plopped "Cheers" in Tuesdays at 9, then Fridays at 8:30, then Mondays at 10 all in the same season, now would it?

Here's the other innovation about NRN: shows will be rotated on a seasonal basis, but with very limited repeats. So while a show like "Samantha Who" runs during the Winter/Spring, another show like "How I Met Your Mother" would run during the same timeslot in the Summer/Fall; both would have a traditional schedule, but instead of airing a summer of repeats of one show, you get a new show to watch while the other takes a break and gears up for the next season. Reality shows started because people got bored of watching reruns in the summer and 6 weeks in the winter and spring; this alleviates that problem.

Gone are the remakes/spinoffs of "90210" and "Melrose Place." Back are smart sassy shows like "Privileged" and "Veronica Mars." Gone are "I'm a Celebrity! Get Me Out of Here!" and "America's Got Talent," and back on TV are "Pushing Daisies" and "Dirty Sexy Money."

Who's with me? Who's going to help me launch NRN? What shows do you want axed and what shows do you want saved?

May 12 / PDXPup

Coffee is the lifeblood that fuels the dreams of champions.

Okay, I’ve been busy. I know I’ve said that before, but this time I really mean it. Since I last posted, I’ve been to approximately 629 soccer games. No, really. I swear. April and May for me is like Tax Season for my parents. Long days of watching some good and some absolutely terrible soccer games. Now I know you’re are sitting there all judgmental, thinking “is she seriously complaining about sitting around and watching soccer all day?” And my rebuttal is “Dude! It is harder than you think!” Especially when some of the games are just that bad. I have to go to all these games because it is State Cup, and I am my club’s director of goalkeeping; so, from U11 through U18, I observe and help and give advice and admonish. But mostly I just sit and watch in the sun and rain and hope the goalkeepers don’t screw up, because it’s a lot of pressure being a goalkeeper in April and May in Oregon. One stumble or slip of the glove could cost your team the chance at a state title.

By the end of the weekends, my eyes are blurry, my knees hurt from the constant sitting and standing and pacing, and it’s probably not safe for me to drive home. (just kidding mom!) But it’s very much worth it to me, because I do love doing this and it’s great to see these kids having so much fun while achieving so much.

[On that note, let me tell you a little bit about this last weekend. Saturday is the culmination of the soccer year in Oregon: it's the day the State Cup finals are contested. All during the month of April, kids across Oregon (well, mostly up and down the west side of Oregon) have been competing in round robin, quarterfinal and semifinal games to make it to finals day. It's always the day before Mother's Day and it's what every classic soccer team works toward all year long. Shockingly enough, once Saturday is over the new soccer year starts on Sunday (yes, always on Mother's Day) with tryouts. So yeah. The kids who were state champions on Saturday had to tryout on Sunday to make the team again. Overnight, just like that, the calendar clicked over and the kids who were U12 soccer players on Saturday became U13s on Sunday. It's kind of a brutal process, and for me the weekend started mid-Saturday morning for our club's first final, and ended last night at about 9:30 when I finally got home from tryouts. I was practically mainlining vanilla lattes throughout the weekend.]

On Saturday my club had four teams competing for a State Cup Championship. We have always been a powerhouse girls program, and have been building up the boys program steadily over the years. Our U13 and U16 boys made it to the semifinals and quarterfinals, respectively, but lost and didn’t advance to the championship. (Coincidentally, the goalkeepers for both teams suffered freakishly similar head injuries prior to state cup and were not fit to play during their teams’ entire run) Out of five girls teams in the semifinals, we had four make it to the big day. Our U18 team kicked off first at noon; they played an extraordinarily talented team that typically beats them, but on this day, our girls prevailed with a 1-0 win; it wasn’t a pretty match to watch, but when you go a goal up against a team you probably should be losing to, it doesn’t really matter how you win, just that you win. Second to kick-off were our youngest team, the U12 girls; this is a team that is very dominant, and they proved just that by cruising to a 2-0 win. So far, so good, we have two state championships. Kicking off shortly after the U12s were our U17s; the goalkeepers in this side are ridiculously awesome and they were facing their nemesis who they have duled back and forth with over the years for the championship. This year’s edition could not have been more heartbreaking: after 90 minutes of scoreless action, the good guys score in the first 2 minutes of OT; however, there are still another 28 minutes of OT to play. The other team managed to score 2 in that time and we lost. Absolutely crushing.

Last up for our club was my U13 team. We were supposed to kick off at 3pm on the same field our U17s were on when they were done playing, but with the OTs we were moved to a different field and didn’t kick off until 4pm. This age plays 35 minutes halves and after 70 minutes of action we were still tied; the girls were so freaking nervous and they didn’t fully overcome that until they’d played about 60 minutes. So into OT we go; because we are younger, we only play 20 minutes and despite having an opportunity to win it from 4 yards out, our player shot the ball over the crossbar and we were doomed to determine the game with a penalty shoot-out – 5 rounds of alternating shots at the opposing keepers from 12 yards out. Our first shooter stepped up and drilled a shot low and to the left; the other team’s keeper stretched quickly and was able to make a great save. Their first shooter drilled her shot right inside the post. 1-0 Them. Our second shooter made it interesting and hit her shot just under the crossbar–the ball bounced down and we all held our breath to see if it would bounce up and out or up and in. It went up and in. Whew. Their second shooter slotted her shot low, just past the fingers of our keeper. 2-1 Them. Third round starts and our girl hammers her shot past the keeper who had no chance to save; their shooter goes low and this time our keeper got a good jump and made the save! 2-2 TIED UP. Unbelievably, our fourth shooter replicates the second and makes us all hold our breath as her shot rifles off the underside of the crossbar and … over the line. HOLY CRAP. They’re up and shooting for the other team is a girl who used to play for our team; she goes high toward the corner and our GIANT of a keeper gets a finger or three to the ball and deflects it off the crossbar and out of the goal. 3-2 to our girls. Our fifth shooter steps up to set the ball. If she makes it, the championship is ours! She takes a deep breath, steps back from the ball and … well, I’ll just let the pictures tell the story:

the winner

holy crap

yes

champs

And the coup de gras:

water

So there it is. After all this transpired, we were given medals and crowned U13 champions. Then we had a pretty kick-ass pizza party that went long into the night. Might’ve been a tiny mistake letting it go that long, considering there were tryouts the next day and the girls were pretty wiped out by 9. It took a venti quad latte just to get me to the field the next morning at 7:30 for tryouts. We head to beautiful Lancaster, Calif. (blech!) next month to compete in the Regional Championships, but I’ll try to continue to post in the mean time.

Apr 14 / PDXPup

One time, she punched me in the face. It was AWESOME.

I love Lindsay Lohan. I like her movies (Yes, I own "Freaky Friday) and I like her spunk. Yes, she's had "problems" with substance abuse, and "issues" with the law and what not, but I love her because she has a sense of humor about it all. I don't condone her substance abuse issues, but I do sympathize as she gets scrutinized for doing things 70% of her peer group engages in under slightly less scrutiny than her. I can guarantee there are kids her age doing worse things than her on every college campus in America (except for maybe BYU and that one freaky place in Florida). But through it all, she maintains a sense of humor about it all and isn't afraid to acknowlege and make light of her problems.

Case in point:

Apr 10 / PDXPup

iPod huh. That some sort of space capsule or something?

You know technology and the many possibilities it has gotten out of hand when Apple changes the terms of service for iTunes and their iPods/iPhones to reflect the changing times.

FYI, use someone else's products to plan worldwide destruction.

 

Apr 10 / PDXPup

I’ll let you off with a warning.

So I have had a couple of people send me news articles from a pretty tragic news event in the Seattle area. It seems a father of 5 killed himself and his children after he discovered his wife's plans to leave him for another man, just after he confronted them at a convenience store. It really is a terrible story, but the reason people keep sending it to me is because the wife happens to have the same given name as me. It's kind of creepy, and as I just responded to a friend after she was the 4th person to send it to me: "I suppose this is my subliminal warning to stay away from
manic-depressive douchebags. Also, do not cheat on my future husband."