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.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Bob May, 69; was the robot in 'Lost in Space'

Remember Lost in Space?
--pws

Bob May, 69; was the robot in 'Lost in Space'

The original cast of ''Lost in Space'' included, clockwise from back row, Bob May; Bill Mumy; Mark Goddard; Jonathan Harris; Angela Cartwright; Marta Kristen; and June Lockhart. The original cast of ''Lost in Space'' included, clockwise from back row, Bob May; Bill Mumy; Mark Goddard; Jonathan Harris; Angela Cartwright; Marta Kristen; and June Lockhart. (Steven Senne/Associated Press/File 1995)
By Greg Risling Associated Press / January 19, 2009
Boston Globe article

LOS ANGELES - Bob May, who donned The Robot's suit in the hit 1960s television show "Lost in Space," died yesterday at age 69.

Mr. May died of congestive heart failure, said his daughter, Deborah.

He was a veteran actor and stuntman who had appeared in movies, TV shows, and on the vaudeville stage when he was tapped by "Lost in Space" creator Irwin Allen to play the Robinson family's loyal metal sidekick in the series, which debuted in 1965.

"He always said he got the job because he fit in the robot suit," said June Lockhart, who played family matriarch Maureen Robinson. "It was one of those wonderful Hollywood stories. He just happened to be on the studio lot when someone saw him and sent him to see Irwin Allen about the part. Allen said, 'If you can fit in the suit, you've got the job.' "

Although Mr. May didn't provide the robot's distinctive voice (that was done by announcer Dick Tufeld), he developed a following of fans who sought him out at memorabilia shows.

"Lost in Space" was a space-age retelling of "The Swiss Family Robinson" story in which professor John Robinson, his wife, and their children were on a space mission when their craft was knocked hopelessly off course by the evil Dr. Zachary Smith, who became trapped in space with them.

Mr. May's robot was the Robinson family's loyal sidekick, warning them of approaching disaster at every turn. His line to one of the children, "Danger, Will Robinson," became a national catch phrase.

The grandson of famed vaudeville comedian Chic Johnson, Mr. May was introduced to show business at age 2 when he began appearing in the "Hellzapoppin" comedy revue with Johnson and his partner, Ole Olsen.

He went on to appear in numerous films with Jerry Lewis and in such TV shows as "The Time Tunnel," "McHale's Navy," and "The Red Skelton Show." He was also a stuntman in such 1950s and '60s TV shows as "Cheyenne," "Surfside 6," "Hawaiian Eye," "The Roaring 20s," and "Stagecoach."

He was particularly fond of his "Lost in Space" role, once saying he came to consider the suit a "home away from home."

Lockhart said because it wasn't easy to get in and out of the suit, Mr. May kept it on during breaks.

"He was a smoker," she said. "From time to time [when he was on a break], we'd see smoke coming out of the robot. That always amused us."

In addition to his daughter, Mr. May leaves his wife, Judith; a son, Martin; and four grandchildren.



Saturday, December 27, 2008

CRUSTY BLISS: Mamadou’s manufactures sweet aroma

CRUSTY BLISS: Mamadou's manufactures sweet aroma
Winchester Star - Dec 24, 2008
By Eric Tsetsi/Staff Writer The smell of fresh baked bread may be one of the best things on earth. And at Mamadou's Artisan Bakery at 63 Swanton St.


CRUSTY BLISS: Mamadou's manufactures sweet aroma

By Eric Tsetsi/Staff Writer

Wed Dec 24, 2008, 08:03 AM EST

Winchester, MA - The smell of fresh baked bread may be one of the best things on earth. And at Mamadou's Artisan Bakery at 63 Swanton St., the aroma of French baguettes, peasant bread, multi-grain sourdough, whole-wheat raisin bread and more, fills the air from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. six days a week.

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In an unobtrusive building across the street from the Swanton Street Diner, Winchester resident Mamadou Mbaye recently opened this bread lover's haven.

Every Tuesday through Sunday, Mbaye arrives to his kitchen at about 12 a.m. and begins preparing dough, shaping it by hand and letting it ferment. The day doesn't end until he closes the doors at 6 p.m.

"I'm a busy person," he said with a weary smile. "I have a very short time to sleep."

But at this point Mbaye is prepared to put in the long hours.

His bakery is just getting on its feet, but with the walk-in customers he's attracting, supplemented by the larger deliveries he makes to area restaurants, Mbaye hopes to see a thriving business base in the near future.

"When you love something you get sucked into it," he said. "If you put a lot of hard work and love into it, it's amazing how it can work miracles sometimes."

Mbaye, originally from Senegal, came to the United States in the early 1990s and moved to Winchester in 2001.

He began to delve into baking while working at Whole Foods Market. He was the bread trainer for the store chain's entire northeast region for a number of years, until he decided to strike out on his own.

He began to make his name this past summer at local farmers' markets. He would bake more than 300 loaves of bread per day for the markets in Winchester, Belmont and Arlington, he said.

Many of those loaves made their way into the hands of customers who have followed him to his new location, some driving miles to get their favorite baked goods.

"It's just so fun for us, we just want to take it one step at a time and grow it from the ground up," said Mbaye, of his business.

The outside of the bakery has yet to be fully decorated, but Mbaye said he's in the process of getting a sign permit from the town to put up an awning he has waiting in the garage. He bought the building in June, 2007, and has slowly pieced together the necessary parts of the sparsely decorated, but sparkling clean and orderly kitchen.

"If they give the permit today, the sign will be up today," he said.

Mbaye's wife Mame and 8-year-old son, Aldemba, can often be found at the bakery during the week and on the weekends.

Mame takes care of the retail side of the business, and helps out with some of the baking, according to Mbaye. She took a leave of absence from her job as a flight attendant to help get the bakery off the ground.

As the business continues to grow, Mbaye eventually wants to have an area where people can sit and have a cup of coffee and a fresh pastry. He said he might even hire a couple employees some day.

But, "it's just the beginning at this moment," he said, adding, "Every beginning is always hard."

Eric Tsetsi can be reached at 781-674-7731 or etsetsi@cnc.com.




Sunday, November 16, 2008

Fwd: Big Dig leads to more time stuck in traffic

This was so predictable.  There are numerous studies showing that increasing the capacity of roads increases traffic even more.  So a short time after the road is "improved" the traffic is worse than before.
--pws

Big Dig pushes bottlenecks outward

While the Big Dig achieved its goal of freeing up highway traffic downtown, the bottlenecks were only pushed outward, as more drivers jockey for the limited space on the major commuting routes. Many motorists going to and from the suburbs at peak rush hours now spend more time stuck in traffic. (By Sean P. Murphy, Globe Staff)
Interactive graphic Commuting times

Sunday, November 09, 2008

UltraFit - Large Fella on a Bike

UltraFit - Large Fella on a Bike

CutshallBike2006

The rebirth of Scott Cutshall began Thanksgiving Day 2005, a bowl of vegetable soup for breakfast kicking off a new life where nothing would be the same. Cutshall, living in Jersey City at the time, weighed 501 pounds. He was having breakfast. And then he was getting ready to go on a bike ride.

He rode 1.9 miles that day, rolling through neighborhoods, biking on the street, stopping to rest four or five times to sit on a curb. Head down. Panting. Hot even in November.

The ride of less than two miles took Cutshall three hours to complete. But the wheels were turning. His body was in motion. The journey had begun.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Polar Bear Attack

Polar Bear Attack
WARNING: This page contains scenes of violence and may not be suitable for young audiences.
These explicit photos of a polar bear attack are not for the faint of heart.

Why does the world flock to one precious metal in tough times?

from slate.com

The Problem With Putting All Your Money in Gold

The Problem With Putting All Your Money in Gold

Why does the world flock to one precious metal in tough times?
  • In theory, mankind could have picked any precious metal as a security symbol, so why do we seek out gold when everything else is tumbling down?
  • "It is very irrational from a business standpoint, because we have so much better technology now for transferring wealth," says the slyly named Douglas Silver, chairman of International Royalty Corporation, a company that buys royalties associated with mining properties. "But it's cultural. It's built into our psyche that when things get ugly, gold will store value."
  • Still, there are some logical reasons behind the value assigned to gold. It's one of the earth's rarest elements-gold makes up about one part per billion of the earth's crust. It is also durable. Gold cannot be destroyed and it won't rust or decay. It's a very good conductor of electricity, and there's a little bit of gold in every computer, cell phone, and airbag, among many other things.
  • And gold is easily divisible. Unlike, say, real estate or cattle, you can reliably break it up into smaller quantities. (Try giving someone change for a cow.) Most importantly, unlike hard currency, gold cannot lose its value because of government or corporate mismanagement.
  • Coyner says that now, for the first time on an annualized basis, South Africa is not the world's leading gold producer.  "Assuming what they're telling us is true," says Coyner. "China is now the world's largest producer of gold."
  • That brings us to the demand side of the equation, where the psychological factors surrounding the price of gold really come into play. As noted above, gold has industrial applications. But it's the investment in gold as a hedge against scary economic times-rising inflation, falling currencies, crashing stock markets-that can really juice the numbers. As we saw in the last few months, the price of gold can swing up and down just as wildly as the Dow whipsawing on news of the latest bank implosion or government bailout.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Giant Crystal Cave Comes to Light

Check out the photos in this National Geographic article, Giant Crystal Cave Comes to Light.
I include one photo and one sentence to pique your interest.
--pws


  • A sort of south-of-the-border Fortress of Solitude, Mexico's Cueva de los Cristales (Cave of Crystals) contains some of the world's largest known natural crystals—translucent beams of gypsum as long as 36 feet (11 meters).

Pictures of Giant Crystal Cave, Naica, Mexico: Mine

Monday, September 29, 2008

Mandarin Oriental

Observations:
  • grilling on the roof deck sounds awesome.
  • isn't the name Mandarin Oriental redundant?
Back Bay's tower of wealth -- Luxury Mandarin to open next week
  • When the Mandarin Oriental, Boston, a $300 million luxury hotel and residential complex, opens next week, the city will see an overt expression of wealth like it's never seen before.
  • Each unit, each floor, is unique, requiring massive amounts of steel to support the 12-foot ceilings and expansive rooms unsullied by beams and pillars. Twelve units are connected to private roof decks via personal elevators. There, owners can order from the hotel's room service steaks or seafood prepared for grilling, and have housekeeping clean it up when they're done.
  • And the owners? They include Robert Epstein, a managing partner of the Boston Celtics; Charles K. "Chad" Gifford, the former chief operating officer of FleetBoston Financial Corp and auto magnate Herb Chambers.

The (bike) path of least resistance

The (bike) path of least resistance

op-ed By Chris Bohjalian September 29, 2008

IF THE GRASS is indeed greener, then the other guy's bike path is probably smoother. I live in Vermont, where the biking is as scenic as advertised, especially if you're accustomed to taking your life in your hands and pedaling between Cambridge and Boston during rush hour.

But even here a bike ride can be an episode of "Fear Factor," minus the life jackets and safety nets. The road rage that some motorists feel toward other drivers pales before the antipathy they have for bicyclists. This month two Burlington, Vt., riders were hit by cars, one of whom was riding on a sidewalk. Both vehicles fled the scene. September also marks the anniversaries of my friend Marc Tischler's two bicycle accidents in the Green Mountains. The first left him with a broken neck and broken ribs. The second left him with a concussion, a broken pelvis, and more broken ribs.

Now, Tischler is no daredevil. He's a cardiologist. In 1999, he was commuting to the hospital and medical school where he works. In 2007, he was taking a leisurely spin near his house. The first accident involved a pickup truck. A witness reported that she thought Tischler had been hit by the truck's side mirror as it passed him. The pickup didn't stop and was never heard from again. The second accident may have involved a vehicle, but we'll never know: Tischler was found unconscious on the road and has no memory of the 48 hours that preceded that accident, including the picnic he had had with his wife moments before it occurred.

I bike, too, and so I've always been unnerved by Tischler's accidents. And yet neither experience disturbs me as much as the time a pickup passed him, honked, and pulled over. The driver emerged from the truck with a tire iron. He wanted to make it clear that he was the alpha male and any guy in Lycra bike shorts is - and let's not mince words - a weenie. Tischler had to apologize for commandeering a slender strip of the road's shoulder.

There has always been an uneasy détente between vehicles and bicycles. It doesn't matter whether you're on a dirt road or scooting through Harvard Square. And as Tischler can attest, this isn't a face-off between equals. The cardiologist admits he is now too scared to bike, a loss he feels acutely.

There's no logical reason for the hostility. Sure, a bicyclist's presence means that a driver must slow down and pay attention. But there may be something deeper going on, too: A bicyclist has the potential to make anyone feel guilty for guzzling gas. Or envious that they are not on a cycle. I know when I'm biking past a road crew, I feel like an entitled fop from the leisure class: I'm in the hot sun by choice, not because my paycheck requires it.

Moreover, bicyclists aren't perfect neighbors on the asphalt. Sometimes we ride two abreast, sometimes we zip through red lights. Once I hurt an animal: A garter snake. Accidentally, I turned it into snake salad when it darted into my gears when I lurched off the pavement near a marsh. (For those of you eating breakfast, I will spare you the recipe.)

But there is so much to be gained from biking - for drivers, too. Obviously, biking doesn't replace mass transportation and it isn't feasible if your commute is more than a few miles. But it minimizes commuter congestion, it's nonpolluting, and it inspires no one to chant, "Drill, baby, drill," like a lunatic sports fan.

And it's good for you.

Consequently, I applaud Boston's goal of becoming a first-rate biking metropolis, and the programs it has launched to broker peace: More bike lanes, bike racks, and commuter efforts such as Bike Friday. These initiatives add a veneer of "official" approval and encourage vehicles to give riders a break. I don't know if similar programs in Vermont would have spared Tischler any pain. But they might have kept him where he belongs: On two wheels.

Chris Bohjalian is a guest columnist whose novels include "Midwives," "The Double Bind," and "Skeletons at the Feast."

Friday, August 01, 2008

Fwd: flexitarians

from slate.com

The Great Vegan Honey Debate

  • the word flexitarian for its utility in describing a growing demographic—the "vegetarian who occasionally eats meat." Now there's evidence that going flexi is good for the environment and good for your health. A study released last October found that a plant-based diet, augmented with a small amount of dairy and meat, maximizes land-use efficiency.
  • Thirteen percent of U.S. adults are "semivegetarian," meaning they eat meat with fewer than half of all their meals. In comparison, true vegetarians—those who never, ever consume animal flesh—compose just 1 percent.
  • There is no more contentious question in the world of veganism than the one posed by honey... Does honey qualify as a forbidden animal product since it's made by bees? Or is it OK since the bees don't seem too put out by making it?
  • The hard-liners argue that beekeeping, like dairy farming, is cruel and exploitative. The bees are forced to construct their honeycombs in racks of removable trays, according to a design that standardizes the size of each hexagonal chamber. (Some say the more chaotic combs found in the wild are less vulnerable to parasitic mites.) Queens are imprisoned in certain parts of the hive, while colonies are split to increase production and sprinkled with prophylactic antibiotics. In the meantime, keepers control the animals by pumping their hives full of smoke, which masks the scent of their alarm pheromones and keeps them from defending their honey stores. And some say the bees aren't making the honey for us, so its removal from the hive could be construed as a form of theft.
  • The flexitarians counter that if you follow the hard-line argument to its logical extreme, you end up with a diet so restrictive it borders on the absurd. After all, you can't worry over the ethics of honey production without worrying over the entire beekeeping industry. Honey accounts for only a small percentage of the total honeybee economy in the United States; most comes from the use of rental hives to pollinate fruit and vegetable crops... Life for these rental bees may be far worse than it is for the ones producing honey. The industrial pollinators face all the same hardships, plus a few more: They spend much of their lives sealed in the back of 18-wheelers, subsisting on a diet of high-fructose corn syrup as they're shipped back and forth across the country. Husbandry and breeding practices have reduced their genetic diversity and left them particularly susceptible to large-scale die-offs.

Fwd: a workout in a pill

Drugs Offer Promise of Fitness Without Effort
New York Times - 34 minutes ago
By NICHOLAS WADE Can you enjoy the benefits of exercise without the pain of exertion? The answer may one day be yes - just take a pill that tricks the muscles into thinking they have been working out furiously.
Scientists say they've found exercise in a pill Los Angeles Times
Exercise in a Pill? Maybe WebMD
  • Can you enjoy the benefits of exercise without the pain of exertion? The answer may one day be yes — just take a pill that tricks the muscles into thinking they have been working out furiously.
  • Researchers at the Salk Institute report they have found two drugs that do wonders for the athletic endurance of couch potato mice. One drug, known as Aicar, increased the mice's endurance on a treadmill by 44 percent after just four weeks of treatment.
  • A second drug, GW1516, supercharged the mice to a 75 percent increase in endurance, but had to be combined with exercise to have any effect.
  • They should help people who are too frail to exercise and those with health problems such as diabetes that are improved with exercise, he said.
  • In a report published in the Friday issue of Cell, he describes the two drugs that successfully activate the muscle-remodeling system in mice. One, GW1516, activates PPAR-delta but the mice must also have exercise training to show increased endurance. It seems that PPAR-delta switches on one set of genes, and exercise another, and both sets are needed for great endurance.
  • The second drug, called Aicar, improves endurance without any training. Dr. Evans believes it both mimics the effects of exercise and activates PPAR-delta, thus being able to switch on both sets of genes needed for the endurance signal.


Fwd: Dash's amazing new GPS gizmo guides you around traffic.

from slate.com

Dash's amazing new GPS gizmo guides you around traffic.

  • nowadays when you are lost, your phone can probably assist you. So it's no surprise that GPS firms are suffering.
  • The Dash Express navigator packs a killer feature that other GPS systems lack: the Internet. Network connectivity powers Dash's primary attraction: what the company calls "crowd-sourced traffic." As you traverse your favored metropolis, the Dash Express anonymously transmits information about its location and speed to a central server. Every other Dash driver does the same. Using this data, Dash can paint a stunningly accurate picture of traffic patterns. Have you ever been stuck in a jam and wished there were some way to look two miles ahead to see whether things are still ugly? Dash essentially does that for you.
  • I've been testing the Dash Express for a week, and I'm floored. One morning rush hour this week, I drove from my home in San Francisco to Stanford University. At the start of the 30-mile trip, I plugged my destination into the Dash Express. The device gave me three possible routes, each with an estimated travel time based on traffic conditions gleaned from other drivers currently moving down those roads. I chose what Dash said was the fastest route, a straight shot down the congested 101 freeway. The device guessed I would arrive at Stanford in 59 minutes. Sixty-two minutes later, I was there. Along the way, the Dash predicted nearly every hurdle along my trip with eerie accuracy: Traffic slowed down just where the color-coded map showed yellow, orange, and red roads, and speeds picked up again exactly where Dash's map was painted green.
  • Dash also receives incident and sensor data, but it adjusts all its numbers with on-the-ground conditions fed back by real drivers. The system uses this info both to plan your route and to suggest changes as you're driving. If Dash senses a sudden slow-down ahead, it will ask whether you'd like to be routed around it. Sometimes, it will even guide you off the freeway and through surface streets, for which Dash also knows traffic conditions. (The system tracks traffic patterns over time, compiling a database of how quickly all roads move during 672 discrete intervals during the day.)
  • Dash's Internet connectivity helps with things besides traffic. Traditional GPS devices ship with databases of millions of shops and attractions across the country. Like a printed phone book, these databases go out of date: If you bought your GPS a couple of months ago, for instance, it will think there are 600 more Starbucks in the country than there now are. Over time, as roads shut down and new developments spring up, maps go stale. In order to refresh your device, you've got to buy an update disk.
  • Dash updates itself automatically with the latest maps, and it offers something an order of magnitude more useful than a built-in database of attractions: a Web-based search engine. When you look for nearby shops in Dash, you're really searching Yahoo, which already knows about all those shuttered Starbucks.
  • For all this great functionality, Dash faces a major vulnerability as a business proposition: Many of its features can be replicated on smartphones. Technically, the iPhone can do everything Dash does—it's got the Internet, GPS, and a touch-screen interface. It's possible to imagine another start-up building a Dash clone on Apple's device or on any other advanced phone. Considering how many of them are out there, the crowd-sourced traffic information generated by the iPhone would put Dash's data to shame.
  • In the meantime, the traffic data that Dash learns from its drivers could also prove valuable. The licensing possibilities look lucrative—Google, Microsoft, and Apple might all want better traffic data for their maps products. UPS, FedEx, and the Postal Service could probably also do with a clearer picture of road conditions. And Dash might even be able to help Starbucks out. At a recent tech conference, a Dash executive pointed out that Dash knows where people drive and knows where people search for coffee. That means it knows exactly where Starbucks should open up its next location in Arkansas: Highway 40, between Little Rock and Memphis, Tenn.


Friday, July 11, 2008

This Robot Hates Fat People: What Wall-E gets wrong about obesity and the environment

The following paragraphs are from an article aboutf Wall-E.  The author makes many assertions that I find questionable.  For instance:
  • If obesity is mostly controlled by genes and not environment, then why do we suddenly have an obesity epidemic?  Our genes cannot have changed that much in the last few decades.
  • My experience is that biking everywhere does make you skinnier.
  • And that kids who watch a lot of television are less active.
What do you think?  Is there any validity to what this author is writing?
--pws

from This Robot Hates Fat People: What Wall-E gets wrong about obesity and the environment

But the metaphor only works if you believe familiar myths about the overweight: They're weak-willed, indolent, and stupid. Sure enough, that's how Pixar depicts the future of humanity. The people in Wall-E drink "cupcakes-in-a-cup," they never exercise, and if they happen to fall off their hovering chairs, they thrash around like babies until a robot helps them up. They watch TV all day long and can barely read.

It ought to go without saying that this stereotype of the "obese lifestyle" is simply false. How fat you are has a lot more to do with your genes than with your behavior. As much as 80 percent of the variation in human body weight can be explained by differences in our DNA. (Your height is similarly heritable.) That is to say, it may not matter that much whether you eat salads or drink "cupcakes-in-a-cup," whether you bike everywhere or fly around in a Barcalounger. If you have a propensity to become obese, there's only so much that can be done about it.

That's not to say that our circumstances can't lead us to gain weight. But there's little evidence that overeating causes obesity on an individual level and no real reason to think that anyone can lose a lot of weight by dieting. (Most of us fluctuate around a natural "set point.") We also know that children who watch a lot of television are no less active than other kids and that pediatric obesity rates are not the direct result of high-fat diets.