Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Why Facebook Is for Old Fogies

Why Facebook Is for Old Fogies

Facebook illustration
Illustration by John Cuneo for TIME

Facebook is five. Maybe you didn't get it in your news feed, but it was in February 2004 that Harvard student Mark Zuckerberg, along with some classmates, launched the social network that ate the world. Did he realize back then in his dorm that he was witnessing merely the larval stage of his creation? For what began with college students has found its fullest, richest expression with us, the middle-aged. Here are 10 reasons Facebook is for old fogies:

1. Facebook is about finding people you've lost track of. And, son, we've lost track of more people than you've ever met. Remember who you went to prom with junior year? See, we don't. We've gone through multiple schools, jobs and marriages. Each one of those came with a complete cast of characters, most of whom we have forgotten existed. But Facebook never forgets. (See the best social-networking applications.)

2. We're no longer bitter about high school. You're probably still hung up on any number of petty slights, but when that person who used to call us that thing we're not going to mention here, because it really stuck, asks us to be friends on Facebook, we happily friend that person. Because we're all grown up now. We're bigger than that. Or some of us are, anyway. We're in therapy, and it's going really well. These are just broad generalizations. Next reason.

3. We never get drunk at parties and get photographed holding beer bottles in suggestive positions. We wish we still did that. But we don't. (See pictures of Beer Country in Denver.)

4. Facebook isn't just a social network; it's a business network. And unlike, say, college students, we actually have jobs. What's the point of networking with people who can't hire you? Not that we'd want to work with anyone your age anyway. Given the recession — and the amount of time we spend on Facebook — a bunch of hungry, motivated young guns is the last thing we need around here.

5. We're lazy. We have jobs and children and houses and substance-abuse problems to deal with. At our age, we don't want to do anything. What we want is to hear about other people doing things and then judge them for it. Which is what news feeds are for.

6. We're old enough that pictures from grade school or summer camp look nothing like us. These days, the only way to identify us is with Facebook tags. (See pictures of a diverse group of American teens.)

7. We have children. There is very little that old people enjoy more than forcing others to pay attention to pictures of their children. Facebook is the most efficient engine ever devised for this.

8. We're too old to remember e-mail addresses. You have to understand: we have spent decades drinking diet soda out of aluminum cans. That stuff catches up with you. We can't remember friends' e-mail addresses. We can barely remember their names.

9. We don't understand Twitter. Literally. It makes no sense to us.

10. We're not cool, and we don't care. There was a time when it was cool to be on Facebook. That time has passed. Facebook now has 150 million members, and its fastest-growing demographic is 30 and up. At this point, it's way cooler not to be on Facebook. We've ruined it for good, just like we ruined Twilight and skateboarding. So git! And while you're at it, you damn kids better get off our lawn too.


Sunday, February 08, 2009

wrestling state championship predictions

Mat reversals
Boston Herald - 6 hours ago
By Dan Ventura / No holds barred Ever since the MIAA instituted the team tournament formula in 2006, the favorites have been pretty cut and dried in recent years:  Lowell in Division 1, Greater Lawrence in Div. 2 and Winchester in Div. 3.

Barring unusual circumstances, that trifecta is unlikely to play itself out for a third straight year when the team tournament begins on Feb. 17.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

On 'Larry Tremblay Day,' Sachem wrestling bests rival

On 'Larry Tremblay Day,' Sachem wrestling bests rival

By Michael Liuzza

Wed Feb 04, 2009, 06:10 PM EST

Winchester, MA - Chalk "Larry Tremblay Day" up as a success.

The longtime Winchester High wrestling coach was honored on Tuesday for recently recording his 500th career victory, his numerous state titles, individual champions and overall excellence.

What better team to face on "Tremblay Day" than rival Woburn.

Over the years, the Tanners and Sachems have engaged in wars on the wrestling mat. Winchester has emerged victorious, while the Tanners have also come out of battle with victories.

But this winter season, it was all Sachems.

Winchester dominated from start to finish, ultimately earning a 62-9 victory in front of a large crowd at Winchester High.

After the match, Tremblay praised the effort of Woburn.

"They have a lot of freshmen and sophomores, and they worked hard tonight," said Tremblay, whose team improved to 19-1 on the season. "We've had some epic battles over the years. Last year, they gave us all we could handle. I know we'll have some more battles down the road."

Tremblay and his son, Travis, a former standout wrestler at Winchester, were honored after the match. Both were given Winchester shirts, and the coach was awarded a special plaque in recognition of his 500th victory.

"Larry has been around for a long time," said Woburn coach Mike Tedesco. "His wins speak for themselves. Not only has he raised the level for Winchester wrestling but also for the community as well."

As grateful as Tremblay was for this special day, he seemed more proud of his grapplers.

"I'm really happy for the seniors," said Tremblay. "You always want them to win their last home match."

The Tanners, who fell to 7-14 overall, won just two matches on the evening. At the 140-pound weight class, James Santillo earned a 9-6 decision over Winchester's Dan O'Connell. At 171, Woburn's Jeff Boggs earned a first-period pin over Mike Stern.

"We have a young team, with 10 sophomores and freshman, but our guys really battled tonight," said Tedesco. "We knew Winchester was going to throw the kitchen sink at us. They have a great team, and have been on quite a run. It's always fun to wrestle here. Losing like this isn't fun, but our day will come again in the future."

The match began at 125, where Winchester's Mike Barber pulled off a second period pin of Brian Chambers. Fernando Monroy (130) then pinned Woburn's Tim Scalley in the second period, and at 135 Sachem grappler Ryan McDonald earned a 12-0 decision over Nick Busa.

John Williams (145) defeated Woburn's Joe Vazques, 10-2, and Sachem Mike Greco (152) bested Dan Kittredge, 4-0.

Winchester's James Hingston (160) pinned Mike McCall in the first period, and Greg Kelley (189) pinned Tanner Mike Spector in the second. At 215, Andrew Moranian pinned Woburn's Alex Colon in the first period, and Sachem heavyweight Brent MacLeod pinned Tony Nguyen late in the second.

At 103, Nick Cashion bested Woburn's Alex Borndeca, 8-3, and at 112 Sachem Josh Thompson pinned Mike Stokes in the third period.

The match concluded with one final Sachem pin, as Connor Gregory (119) took care of Jake Tedesco in the first period.

 
Winchester 50, Melrose 10

On Thursday evening the Winchester High wrestling team hammered the Melrose Red Raiders, winning the match by a score of 50-10 at WHS.

Sachem grapplers Gregory (119-pound weight class), Monroy (130), Williams (145) and Kelley (189) all earned victories by way of the pin.

Also winning matches were Cashion (103, a 10-8 decision), Thompson (112, forfeit), McDonald (135, an 11-1 major decision), O'Connell (140, a 3-2 decision in overtime), Greco (152, a 6-1 decision), Moranian (215, an 8-1 major decision) and MacLeod (285, a 12-5 major decision).

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Re: Sledding in Stowe, Vt.

from Kidznsnow Article: Rippin' Riders Preview: Mad River Rocket Sleds ...

The Mad River Rocket has created a following among snowshoers looking for adventure. Lightweight and easy to carry, the Mad River Rocket combined with snowshoes makes it possible to access backcountry terrain. Dubbed "Rocketshoeing," it's a trend waiting to happen.


On Mon, Feb 2, 2009 at 10:47 PM, Phillip Stern <phillip.stern@gmail.com> wrote:
You should definitely carry a sled when you snowshoe.  Even a Swiss Bob is fun and they are really small and light and easy to carry.
For powder you need something with more flotation than a Swiss Bob.  Something like a snow boogie board from Wham-O.


On Mon, Feb 2, 2009 at 10:40 PM, Polly Ing <polly_ing@yahoo.com> wrote:
doober, these sleds sound rad!  our thing now is much
tamer--snowshoeing!  we love it because we can go with
Spirit and we can walk ANYwhere instead of having to
stay on trails.  we went up to Tahoe in january and snowshoed
up to the top of a giant ridge where we got an amazing
360 degree view of Truckee and the surrounding ski resorts.
Then we slid down a big hill on our butts.  maybe we should
hike up with one of these sleds next time.  haaaa!  i'd be scared
to go down a hill that huge. 

talk to ya soon!!
Nerm


ABC News: How Sledding Became an Extreme Sport

ABC News: How Sledding Became an Extreme Sport

Seven thousand were shipped out this year by the Whitney Phillips, the president, chief assembler and shipping department of the Mad River Rocket Co. ...

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Sledding in Stowe, Vt.

The Boston Globe ran an article about Mad River Rocket sleds, my new winter passion.
--Phillip

It's child's play

It's child's play

Most people in Stowe ski, snowboard, or snowshoe - or all three. High-performance sledding seems like a natural next step.

 David Lyon February 1, 2009 -->

It's child's play

Forget the toboggan of your youth: Sleek high-performance sleds are built for speed, maneuverability

Mary Anne Machis of Stowe is headed the wrong way at Marshall Hill, called the ''town sledding hill.''
Mary Anne Machis of Stowe is headed the wrong way at Marshall Hill, called the ''town sledding hill.'' (Caleb Kenna for The Boston Globe)
By David Lyon Globe Correspondent / February 1, 2009

STOWE, Vt. -- "High performance" is not a term I usually associate with the most childish of winter sports, but Joe Henry, Umiak Outdoor Outfitters retail manager, was ready to disabuse me of my preconceptions about sledding. In fact, Umiak sells - and more typically, rents - three radically different high-performance sleds.

"They're adult toys," Henry said. Just like kids' sleds, the new-wave equipment gets you from the top of the hill to the bottom, but the ride is a whole lot more memorable. That two of the three products come from Vermont companies should be no surprise.

"Winter is long here," Henry said, "unless you have fun stuff to do."

Most people I know in Stowe ski, snowboard, or snowshoe - or all three. High-performance sledding seems like a natural next step. Many of us have fond memories of the old Flexible Flyer, but there's no denying that old-fashioned sled's shortcomings: narrow iron runners that sink in soft snow, unforgiving wooden slats that make bumps and jumps feel like a WWF Smackdown, and unresponsive steering that makes sledding among the trees a suicidal act. These new sleds address all those shortcomings, and they're far lighter when you're hauling them uphill.

Henry sized me up and encouraged me to rent an Airboard, an imported sled favored by baby boomers for its cushy ride. It deflates and folds flat for tossing into a rucksack. Once inflated, it's a fat delta wing of a pillow made of the same puncture-resistant material as a whitewater raft. The bottom side of the Airboard has plastic channels that grip the snow and give the sled surprising maneuverability.

I was already sold on the Hammerhead, which is a beautiful piece of design that looks as if it emerged from a computer-aided program that morphed the old-time Flexible Flyer, a webbed-deck snowshoe, and a snowmobile without the engine into a light, sleek machine with super-steerable front skis mounted on a flexible bar. "It's the white-wa ter kayak of sleds," Henry said.

He explained that riding the Airboard or the Hammerhead was largely intuitive. Then he pointed to the other Vermont-made sled, the Mad River Rocket. "This one has a bit more of a learning curve," he cautioned. The sled is not as sleek and elegant as the Hammerhead, and at first glance resembles some of the plastic sleds that Wal-Mart stacks up next to the plastic snow shovels and barrels of sidewalk melt. But the design gives it amazing capabilities, especially in soft snow. Rather than sit or lie on it, the Mad River Rocket requires you to kneel, with a strap across your calves. "This was really created for sledding down hills in the woods," Henry said. "We have a lot of wooded hills around here."

He popped a demo disk into the DVD player and I watched in amazement as sledders came whipping through the woods, shooting over ledges, performing acrobatic twists and turns, even executing somersaults. "Anything you can do on skis or a snowboard you can do on the Rocket," Henry said. I muttered something to the effect of "not if I can help it." But I wasn't ready to be relegated to the baby boomer sled and decided to test all three to see which was the best match for me.

Before I left the shop, I had to sign a release form that more or less said that if I broke my neck it wasn't Umiak's fault. I replayed the Mad River Rocket demo in my head and signed anyway.

Most ski areas do not permit sledding, so one key to the sport is finding a good sledding hill. (The upside of the ski-area ban is that sledding ends up being economical.) Henry and his friends are fond of driving up to where the road to Smuggler's Notch is closed over the winter, hiking up to the top, and then sledding down. They even do it at night on Hammerheads, which can mount optional headlights. But for us novices, Marshall Hill behind the Stowe Elementary School, the "town sledding hill," offers a fairly steep slope with an elevation drop of about 100 feet. That doesn't sound like much, but it looks a long way down from the top.

"Just remember that you don't have to go all the way up," Henry cautioned. "And be sure to scope out the hill for little dips or jumps the kids have built."

On a single-digit morning with about 6 inches of fresh powder, I had the slope to myself so I could take my first runs without humiliating myself in front of a bunch of 12-year-olds.

The Airboard was a natural for a first run. It skidded along the snow behind me as I climbed about halfway up the hill. But once I turned it around and flopped on top, the Airboard went plowing through the powder like a well-padded piece of iced cardboard (my childhood substitute for a toboggan). I was at the bottom in seconds, so I took it all the way up and tried again, this time grasping the handles on each side of the point to use the channels for steering. It was almost as responsive as a big boat - which is to say that it changed course, but not fast enough to steer around any obstacles. Fun, but tame.

Other sledders were beginning to arrive when I switched to the Hammerhead. Again, a belly-flop run from mid-height on the hill was over before I could adjust my safety helmet to see where I was going. A sit-down run (steering with my feet) from higher up was far more successful. As long as there was enough give to the snow to allow the edges of the front skis to bite the surface, the Hammerhead was eminently maneuverable. And fast.

After a few runs, I was ready to begin my "learning curve" on the Mad River Rocket. If the Airboard is a cushy ride on a fast pillow and the Hammerhead is like riding a bobsled that you can actually steer, the Mad River Rocket was a little like riding a bicycle without touching the handlebars, and a little like handling a sea kayak in modest surf.

Several busloads of teenagers had arrived at the hill, and they were hurtling down on everything from snowboards to plastic sleds to flying saucers to an old-fashioned wooden toboggan with five people packed on. At the bottom of the hill, a ragtag bunch of non-sledders was playing touch football. There was no escaping an audience.

Fortunately, the black plastic shell of the Mad River Rocket doesn't garner a lot of attention. I climbed halfway up the hill and deliberately stepped off to a side where no one had been sliding. I remembered Henry's warning that the sled was at its best in soft powder. I knelt and strapped myself in, hopped to twist so I was headed downhill, and - whoosh - I was off so quickly that I seemed to leave sound behind. This sled is an aptly named speed demon. In the sudden silence I was already down the hill and streaking across the field.

I walked back up and tried sliding through powder carving turns. I held the edge of the sled, tilted my body like turning on a bicycle, and shifted my weight from one knee to the other, rather like pushing turns in a kayak. The sled followed every movement. It seemed too good to be true.

It was.

Emboldened and exhilarated, I took the Mad River Rocket all the way to the top, waited until I had a clear hill, and sent myself down on a tangent, carving turns first one way, then the other. Then I crossed the hard-packed snow where everyone else had been sledding and the channels in the bottom lost their grip. I went over sideways and instinctively tucked my head down in the kneeling position, bounced once on my back, rolled sideways again, bounced on my back again, and somehow managed to come upright and pointed downhill to complete the run. The football players applauded.

When I walked in stiffly to return the sleds at the end of the day, Henry asked how it had gone. I explained my inadvertent sideways double somersault without catching any air. He laughed. "Around here we call that a dinner roll," he said, a mocking reference to freestyle skiing hotdog Jonny Moseley's signature trick.

Moseley does it without bouncing off the slope.

David Lyon can be reached at harris.lyon@verizon.net.