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 | Minnie Zimmermann was a star. She was born December 26, 1932, and for more than 85 years she shined brightly for a constellation of friends, family members, colleagues, and acquaintances. Shortly after injuries from a fall, her health faded and she passed away quietly on April 28, 2018. Born Minnie Merle Meinke — "Merle" professionally, "Mimi" or "Nana Merle" to grandchildren, "Minnie" to those closest to her — in the depths of the Great Depression she grew up in central Texas, in and around the German-heritage farming community of La Grange. Her brilliance was already sparkling in high school when she was valedictorian as well as serving in multiple roles: class treasurer and secretary, writer and then editor for the school newspaper, Library Club leader, and more. Minnie's prowess in analyzing and diagramming sentences was legendary. So was her near-photographic memory for anything she read. After graduation, Minnie began a career as a secretary, first employed by a local legal-records firm. She married her high school sweetheart, Werner Zimmermann, who gave her driving lessons on rural farm-to-market roads. After her two sons were born the new family moved to Austin. Her marriage ended in divorce a decade later. Minnie raised her boys while working as an office associate for the Federal Aviation Administration at the town's radar approach control center. Her meticulous attention to detail, her twinkling spirit of fun, and her serious diligence when appropriate were noteworthy and much applauded. She took a break from secretarial duties for a few years and worked at the local post office, then returned to finish an FAA career where she led the clerical cadre. Minnie was a voracious reader. Her home was full of books — multi-volume sets of Nancy Drew (girl detective), Tom Swift (boy inventor), and Sue Barton (nurse) stories, along with countless magazines, newsletters, encyclopedias, novels, and nonfiction. She constantly took her sons to the library and helped them get jobs there shelving books. Minnie was also far ahead of her time as a gamer. She solved crosswords, crushed opponents at cribbage, and when early-generation video games appeared became a cut-throat master of Tetris, Jumpman Junior, Joust, and other Nintendo titles. She excelled at Dr Mario and never lost a serious competition to her sons at it. Only her sister could challenge her high scores. Above everything, throughout her life, Minnie shined as a cheerful helper to all who needed assistance. For many years she drove elderly neighbors to medical appointments and on shopping expeditions. Minnie was active in her church, Messiah Lutheran, where she volunteered at a spectrum of events including holy services, food banks, and social gatherings. Minnie enjoyed music and was a strong amateur pianist. She took delight in her backyard bird feeder and the creatures who came — including squirrels, opossums, and raccoons. She especially loved cats and gave nicknames to the ones who roamed the neighborhood — "Bummer", "Two Socks", "Fat Cat", etc. Her heart was huge. Minnie leaves behind a galaxy of those whose lives she brightened. Her light will long be remembered. |
(cf Meinke Family Tree (2012-11-30), Mom and Me (2013-08-30), Four Maternal Generations (2014-03-31), Mom's Memories (2016-10-14), Werner Zimmermann, R.I.P. (2017-03-08), ...)
- Monday, April 30, 2018 at 16:14:19 (EDT)
K2 and K-Rex gently ramble on the last trek before Sunday's B&A Marathon, thankful for our many blessings. Later that day, Dr Stephanie observes:
My daughter is healthy. We have loving friends and family. We have a roof over our heads. We have food. We have clothes and shoes. We have access to health care. We live in a safe and hospitable area. My work is intellectually challenging and worthwhile. We are very fortunate!!!!
... so true!
(trackfile; cf Mantra - So Fortunate (2018-04-25), ...)
- Sunday, April 29, 2018 at 22:21:03 (EDT)
| Be the Doing — not the Actor, or the Deed Be the Moving — not the Mover, or the Moved Be the Growing — not the Planter, or the Seed Be the Loving — not the Lover, or the Loved |
(cf Be the Change (2003-10-31), This (2013-03-09), Mantra - Go for the Moon (2016-07-18), ...)
- Saturday, April 28, 2018 at 05:30:38 (EDT)
"Frank Lloyd Wright designed it for his son!" The Robert Llewellyn Wright House overlooks the Cabin John Stream Valley Trail where Barry, Don, and Rebecca enjoy an Easter afternoon. Über-cute dogs pause to be petted and polite mountain bikers pass carefully. A side path leads into brambles on the wrong side of Seven Locks Road, but eventually the true trail is found. Young folk race ahead while the pair of codgers have a battle of Classic Rock lyrics: "Another Brick in the Wall" vs "Summer of 69" vs "Take the Long Way Home". A flock of vultures nibble on a deer carcass. With banged knees we return early and pick up pizza en route to nap-time.
- Friday, April 27, 2018 at 04:42:18 (EDT)
 | "I want the Easter Bunny!" says a tiny girl, disappointed at seeing only a skinny Santa impersonator. MCRRC's "Spin in the Woods" 4 mile cross-country race is a double loop on hilly horse trails, with plenty of rocks and roots and road-apples to leap as well as opportunities for friendly trash talk. "Move aside! Lead runners coming through!" Don announces as he passes near mile 2. "What? You're doing an extra lap to show off?" "Ha!" replies Don. "And did you run 20 yesterday, Mark?" "No, 28. But I'm sick today, so you may have a chance." When Monika Bachmann announces, "Photographer ahead!" somebody tries to comb out his beard to look pretty for the camera. No joy! Official result 37:53, 10 seconds behind Don and 7 behind Monika, for 2nd of 6 in the age/gender bracket. |
- Thursday, April 26, 2018 at 05:12:15 (EDT)
| We Are So Fortunate! |
... and there is so much to be thankful for in this beautiful universe — as dear ultra-comrade Dr Stephanie said not long ago:
My daughter is healthy. We have loving friends and family. We have a roof over our heads. We have food. We have clothes and shoes. We have access to health care. We live in a safe and hospitable area. My work is intellectually challenging and worthwhile. We are very fortunate!!!!
(cf Thanks for (2001-11-22), 2008-03-23 - Sunrise Service at Seneca Creek, Mantra - It's a Blessing (2017-11-23), ...)
- Wednesday, April 25, 2018 at 04:59:00 (EDT)
Jane Austen's novel Emma is perfectly described by its first-sentence depiction of the heroine herself: "Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her."
And indeed, the book itself is handsome, clever, rich, comfortable, and happy — neither vexatious nor "about" much. Sometimes (often?) that's sufficient! As Cardinal Newman commented, "Everything Miss Austen writes is clever .... There are some beautiful things in it. Emma herself is the most interesting to me of all her heroines. I feel kind to her whenever I think of her .... I like Emma."
Some fortune-cookie quotes:
Clever, rich, handsome Emma!
- Tuesday, April 24, 2018 at 04:37:56 (EDT)
 | "'Jaybird' and 'Slow Twitch'?" On the Valley Trail in Rock Creek Park we consider trail names for Jon and Stephanie. Holy Saturday is a blessed day for a ramble in the park. We're thankful for good health, safety, friends, families, peace, joy, and beauty. Pace begins fast, sub-13 min/mi for the first 7 miles. Eventually we start listening to our bodies. |
| "Redemption!" Dr Fonda identifies a key theme of the film 'Magnolia' — and recommends the important movies 'Fight Club', 'Groundhog Day', and 'Joe Versus the Volcano' for Jon's enlightenment — especially if he wants to understand his companions. We share trail talk about challenges and accomplishments, plans and past results, hopes and the need to let go of them. |  |
 | At Meadowbrook Stables friendly horses nuzzle for treats. Two of us wear coincidentally matching socks. A dragon's egg is discovered under a tree near mile 17 and makes it home intact for incubation. Watch out! |
- Monday, April 23, 2018 at 04:34:09 (EDT)
(cf Mantra - Different and Better (2018-02-08), ...)
- Sunday, April 22, 2018 at 07:26:57 (EDT)
"I'm a suboptimal pacer!" says K-Rex, though she actually uses a different s-word than "suboptimal". Our first mile is under 11 min/mi pace, too fast to sustain, as we ramble in the sultry-warm Good Friday darkness. One of us forgot his headlamp, but we're fine trotting together between the puddles of glow below each streetlight. A walker near Haycock admires our blinky-blue arm-and-belt LED gear. Tysons-Pimmit Park paths offer a new, suspicious-looking dirt cut-through that we abstain from trying in the gloom. We talk, smile, breathe.
For the second weigh-in in a row, Evil Scale in the locker room shows sub-11 stone, less than 70 kg. Dehydration? Or the start of a trend, perhaps thanks to not-eating except between noon and 8pm for the past week? Hmmmmm ...
- Saturday, April 21, 2018 at 05:06:12 (EDT)
| Make Change With, not To |
... no focus on "The Other" ... no finger-pointing or blame ... only awareness, forgiveness, lovingkindness, and progress — together!
(cf Blame Storming (1999-05-15), Religion of Training (2004-10-25), Awareness, No Blame, Change (2009-04-19), Secrets of the Lotus (2011-07-19), Friendship and Meditation (2012-11-06), Vastness, Equanimity, Selflessness (2015-06-04), ...)
- Friday, April 20, 2018 at 04:45:54 (EDT)
"These traveling trail shoes need a bath!" No sooner said than — plosh — as in a dark drizzle the Dawn Patrol duo pursues a puddly path through Pimmit Hills. Today's footwear sat forgotten by the front door before last weekend's 100 miler attempt (2018-03-23 - Greenbrier 100 DNF). Kind Dr Stephanie brought them to Greenbrier State Park at midnight when her 50 miler began, but by then their owner had already DNF'd his race and gone home. So they rested on her front porch for pick-up a few days ago. And now they're clean again!
"Your're pushing the pace, not me!" K-Rex disavows all responsibility, yet somehow we finish far faster than planned, back early enough to prepare for mindful morning meetings.
- Thursday, April 19, 2018 at 05:05:02 (EDT)
"Clay coached from the couch!" But the Duke basketball team lost in overtime last night, despite advice from K2's better half that they could easily have heard in Omaha. K-Rex leads Dawn Patrol to Starbucks, then through Evans Farm cut-throughs. Frost sparkles on grass and windshields. A truck idles in front of an under-construction mansion.
- Wednesday, April 18, 2018 at 05:40:13 (EDT)
How to put words on top of an image in ZhurnalyWiki, to make an æsthetic "card" for inspiration and mindfulness? There seem to be several ways. One uses a background image in an HTML table (but this is not supported in HTML 5, and may fail some day soon?), e.g.:
<html> <table width="160" height="320" background="http://zhurnaly.com/images/running/graffiti_z_2018-02-04_t.jpg"> <tr> <td valign="center" align="center"> <p><font color="#ffffff"> <b>This is <br /> <br /> a test!</b> </font></p> </td> </tr> </table> </html>
... another way could declare that in a CSS, followed by a ZhurnalyWiki (Oddmuse) table, e.g.:
<html>
<style>
table.user { background-image: url("http://zhurnaly.com/images/running/graffiti_z_2018-02-04_t.jpg"); color: white; font-size: x-large; text-align: center; }
</style>
</html>
| ** \\ \\ this is \\ \\ a test ** |... and, from [1], another way is via CSS and image styling ... and another way is using special features of the Oddmuse wiki "Image Extension" ...
So what to do? Something simple that seems to work, as adapted from the above CSS image-text-overlay method (via an example in [2]), produces the "card" at the top of this page. It uses this CSS:
<html>
<style>
#poemMantraExperiment {
position: relative;
width:480px;
color: #ffffff;
}
#poemMantraExperiment img {
width:480px;
}
#poemMantraExperiment div {
position: absolute;
width: 480px;
}
.title {
top:20px;
width:100%;
text-align:center;
font-size:xx-large;
font-weight:bold;
}
.poem {
bottom:30px;
left:20px;
text-align:left;
font-size:medium;
}
.mantra {
bottom:30px;
text-align:right;
font-style:italic;
font-size:large;
}
</style>
</html>and this HTML:
<html>
<div id="poemMantraExperiment">
<img class="poemMantraImgExperiment" src="http://zhurnaly.com/images/Birds_Kennedy_Center_Terrace_Sunset.jpg_t.jpg">
<div class="title"><span>Be Open</span></div>
<div class="poem"><span>
... just attending to the now,<br />
with no purpose,<br />
no method,<br />
nothing to attain ...
</span></div>
<div class="mantra"><span>No Goals!</span></span></div>
</div>
</html>... rather promising!
- Tuesday, April 17, 2018 at 05:30:50 (EDT)
 | "Nuthatch?!?" Seneca Creek State Park roads are named Chickadee, Kingfisher, Cardinal, etc. Did the ranger tell Barry to park on "Nuthatch" for a reason? Temps below freezing plus northerly 20 mph gusts push wind chills into the teens. We join Ken and huddle near the starting line for the MCRRC "Piece of Cake" 10k race. "Did they just say 'Go'?" Dash from back-of-the-pack, weave between runners, push on the downhills, and try not to think that what goes down must, uh ... "Soften!" Relax and remember the mantra. Check watch at mile markers and maintain pace. Finish happy and hook back to cheer incoming runners. "Start your kick! Only 100 yards to go! You're Usain Bolt - 10 seconds!" Well, maybe a bit more, but not too much! Mile splits approximated by the GPS: 8:43 + 8:21 + 8:24 + 8:33 + 8:28 + 8:35 and 8:20 min/mi pace for the final fraction. Official result 52:52 for 98th place of 256 finishers, 71/145 males, 2/7 in the male 65-69 year group. Past races here: * 46:57 - 2009-03-21 - Piece of Cake 10k * 50:43 - 2011-03-20 - Piece of Cake 10k * 47:07 - 2012-03-25 - MCRRC Piece of Cake 10k (photo by Dan Reichmann) |
- Monday, April 16, 2018 at 05:04:53 (EDT)
"Feats of strength!" Barry leads the way to Colt Terrace Neighborhood Park where he demonstrates power and grace on playground equipment. The Saturday morning ramble includes hillwork and a pause at St John the Evangelist church for art appreciation. In frigid boreal winds, alas, shorts aren't enough protection for, uh, vulnerable bits — but then a lost cap is discovered on a neighborhood street. "When the student is ready, the teacher will appear." Ditto extra protection!
(trackfile; cf Hat Bulge (2006-10-15), ...)
- Sunday, April 15, 2018 at 07:02:09 (EDT)
| The World is built of mind — And sometimes mind shines through |
(cf Meet Mind (1999-07-19), Personal Inversion (2000-03-03), Three Thoughts (2004-11-21), Rose, Where Did You Get That Red (2008-12-08), Valorization of Mind over matter (2010-05-16), The Watcher (2010-11-15), This (2013-03-09), No Beginning, No End (2013-03-24), Mindfulness As a Love Affair (2013-08-10), Simple Mind (2015-09-16), Mindfulness in Plain English (2015-11-01), Seeking Negative Space (2016-04-21), Subtle Sound (2017-01-03), Naked Truth (2017-06-26), Zazen Mind (2017-08-09), ...)
- Saturday, April 14, 2018 at 06:29:28 (EDT)
 | "Now that I feel great, I can drop!" Nonattachment to goals — e.g., finishing a race, avoiding discomfort — doesn't happen if one is despondent and suffering, as was the case at the end of Lap 2. But from a position of strength one can soften, open, and grow. The Greenbriar 100 Miler in its inaugural year features beautiful scenery, scary ice, sloppy mud, and a blanket of soft snow over rocks and roots. What's not to love? "I can be ready in 30 seconds!" Kind RD Kevin Sayers offers the option to start two hours early and accompany Carol Williamson — who soon runs out of sight. Before that, help set up the start/finish aid station, make new friends, and discover scented candles in the porta-john. Sweet! |
| Realize that the backup pair of shoes was forgotten at home, an hour away. Text ultra-awesome ultra-friend Stephanie Fonda who picks them up to bring at midnight when her race starts, just in case they're needed. Thank you, Ma'am! Stephanie goes on to finish 50 super-tough miles solo. Wow! Damp feet dampen spirits at mile 12. Then John Hord zooms up, with enthusiasm to spare and share. Trail talk makes a final circuit of the hilly course go fast. Withdraw, shake hands with the volunteers, and zip home. Peel Leukotape off feet, shower, and hop into bed before midnight. A great day to sample a tough course! |  |
- Friday, April 13, 2018 at 05:37:34 (EDT)
"She really is my daughter!" Kristin notes with pride, reporting on her youngest's rating of a healthy new juice: "It doesn't taste great, but I know it's good for me!" Dawn Patrol enjoys a cherry-pink sunrise as we visit Starbucks and discuss intermittent fasting and how to schedule a family rendezvous in central Europe this summer. Kerry's basketball brackets are badly busted already, except for one last hope (Go Duke!).
- Thursday, April 12, 2018 at 05:35:28 (EDT)
Beautiful thoughts, beautifully stated, from a beautiful A. O. Scott piece in a March 2018 New York Times review "A Wrinkle in Time Gives a Child of the Universe Powerful Friends":
What I remember most about "A Wrinkle in Time" is my second-grade teacher crying over the final pages during read-aloud time, along with nearly everyone else. I suspect some variant of this experience is common among readers who grew up any time since 1962, when Madeleine L'Engle's beloved science-fiction coming-of-age novel was first published.
The movie adaptation, directed by Ava DuVernay from a screenplay by Jennifer Lee and Jeff Stockwell, has been a long time coming, and it arrives in theaters buoyed by and burdened with expectations. It is the first $100 million movie directed by an African-American woman, and the diversity of its cast is both a welcome innovation and the declaration of a new norm. This is how movies should look from now on, which is to say how they should have looked all along. Fans of the book and admirers of Ms. DuVernay's work — I include myself in both groups — can breathe a sigh of relief, and some may also find that their breath has been taken away.
Mine was, once or twice, though I would describe the overall experience as satisfaction rather than awe. "A Wrinkle in Time," faithful to the affirmative, democratic intelligence of the book, is also committed to serving its most loyal and susceptible audience. This is, unapologetically, a children's movie, by turns gentle, thrilling and didactic, but missing the extra dimension of terror and wonder that would have transcended the genre. Thankfully, though, Ms. DuVernay has dispensed with the winking and cutesiness that are Hollywood's preferred ways of pandering and condescending to grown-ups. The best way to appreciate what she has done is in the company of a curious and eager 10-year-old (as I was fortunate enough to do). Or, if you're really lucky, to locate that innocent, skeptical, openhearted version of yourself. ...
... innocent, skeptical, openhearted ...
- Wednesday, April 11, 2018 at 04:47:23 (EDT)
 | "I hesitate, since this might be inappropriate," comments Ken, and pauses for half a beat. "OK", he says, and continues with the story. Stephanie laughs. We tour Kensington, sharing coffee and banter. Ken sips tea and lectures on gravity, Swiss medallions, and the risks of cliff-climbing on acid. A cut-through stairway leads past a log where tiny Buddha sits in lotus pose on top of a wee book, one hand held up in a mudra, the other tipping a bottle. A red jewel glitters on the statuette's chest. Fascinating! "I don't have a Bracket!" somebody confesses. "We do!" others reply. A dumpster near Antique Row features a porcelain hawk posed to protect against pigeons. Wire-mesh art with mask and flowers invites a selfie op. "Flashback to High School!" At the Einstein Titans' track we do four laps in memory of recently-departed Sir Roger Bannister, fastest at 1:43, the rest not so brisk. Hurdles tempt; we resist. Streets lead west to Stephanie's 'hood, then back to Ken-Gar where cars are parked. After Ken heads homeward we add a bit of mileage, musing about experiments in mindfulness, diet, friendships, and how long it tends to take to gather enough evidence to properly evaluate a hypothesis. Six months, minimum? Hmmmmm ... |
- Tuesday, April 10, 2018 at 05:13:32 (EDT)
"Your weight is just a number - stop obsessing about it! You're awesome. Tell yourself that, treat yourself kindly, and watch how others react," Stephanie advises. Dawn scatters rose petals on the eastern horizon. A pair of mallard ducks paddle in the neighborhood swimming club's murky pool. At the base of the Mormon Temple hill we rendezvous and head downstream along Rock Creek. Ice coats ponds and puddles.
"Blair Witch Project?" A lean-to built of dry branches stands beside the path to Woodend, the Audubon Naturalist Society headquarters. Stephanie decides not to pose for photos inside it, even though others volunteer to set it on fire for added drama. Banter ranges from bawdy to silly. "I have a Thing," somebody confesses, near the National Library of Medicine. "So do I!" replies everyone else in turn, referring ambiguously to tummy bulge or ...
"If you want to be nominated for an Oscar, just knock; she's a member of the Academy!" as we pass an actress's home. "So you're saying that the Deep State is real?" concerning current politics. "The Byrds and the Airplane did fly / Oh, Ravi Shankar's music made me cry," sings Barry, quoting Eric Burdon and The Animals' song "Monterey", the town where packet pickup will be for his Big Sur Marathon next month. "They go low, we go high!" while deciding whether to run over a hill or around it.
"Intermittent fasting," Stephanie explains, "maybe 14-16 hours a day, lowers insulin, raises human growth hormone levels, and has other positive effects." Sounds like there's evidence it's a real phenomenon, worth trying. "Happy St Patrick's Day!" Cait's better half, Bill, wears green when he answers the door after somebody knocks and runs away. "He's a Jack Chi!" an owner explains his 7-year-old dog's Jack Russell plus Chihuahua heritage. Super-cute canines wag their tails and pause for us to admire them. Everybody gets home in time for late-morning appointments. What a beautiful day for a trek with dear friends!
- Monday, April 09, 2018 at 05:46:02 (EDT)
Composed near the end of a 30-year career, with deep genuflections and forelock-tugs toward Gilbert and Sullivan's "Major General":
| I am the very model of a modern Intel Analyst; I serve as technical advisor, counselor, and panelist, On task forces and tiger teams I fill my hours gainfully, Coordinating PDBs, IAs, and WIRes, painfully; I know the labyrinthine corridors of the bureaucracy, And can recite our Mission Statement scarcely with hypocrisy; I juggle matrices full of untestable hypotheses, And quibble over subtle differences of philosophies. I obfuscate, pontificate, and cover up our data lacks, Supporting policymakers, if any be insomniacs; You want scenarios and indicators? Yes, I have a list: I am the very model of a modern Intel Analyst! |
(jargon: intel = intelligence; PDB = President's Daily Brief; IA = Intelligence assessment; WIRe = World Intelligence Review; ...)
- Sunday, April 08, 2018 at 04:38:17 (EDT)
"Deep Turquoise?" - "Chartreuse?" - "Dark Green?" Dawn Patrol debates the color of a house on Opalacka Street as a scrawny crescent moon rises above a cotton-candy pink-and-blue horizon. Kristin sets a brisk pace for the first 5 miles. We meander through Lewinsville and discover the mysterious corner of El Dorado and El Dorado.
"Atomic oxygen!" Molly joins us mid-ramble and explains material degradation in low Earth orbit. A late commuter revs his engine and blasts out of a cul-de-sac. Temperatures near 30 and northerly breezes make hands tingle.
- Saturday, April 07, 2018 at 06:01:34 (EDT)
"At the State Championship the score was tied in regulation, and again in overtime. With 2 seconds to go they went in for a shot - and they made it!" K2 reports on a thrilling Langley HS girls basketball game. Alas, the "They" who scored was the other team, not "We". K-Rex groans in sympathy.
On a frosty morn the Dawn Patrol dashes in DST darkness, a shortened trek due to early meetings. The finish is just short of 4.00 GPS miles, slightly slower than 12 min/mi pace. No cosmetic final additions → self-restraint improving!
- Friday, April 06, 2018 at 05:18:41 (EDT)
A brilliant, important article in the 2007 Dec 10 New Yorker magazine, basis of a book: "The Checklist" by Atul Gawande. It tells stories, from medicine and aviation, about how ultra-lightweight tools like checklists can make a huge difference in managing complex processes and avoiding unforced errors. After a crash during testing of a new, complex aircraft:
... they came up with an ingeniously simple approach: they created a pilot's checklist, with step-by-step checks for takeoff, flight, landing, and taxiing. Its mere existence indicated how far aeronautics had advanced. In the early years of flight, getting an aircraft into the air might have been nerve-racking, but it was hardly complex. Using a checklist for takeoff would no more have occurred to a pilot than to a driver backing a car out of the garage. But this new plane was too complicated to be left to the memory of any pilot, however expert.
With the checklist in hand, the pilots went on to fly the Model 299 a total of 1.8 million miles without one accident. The Army ultimately ordered almost thirteen thousand of the aircraft, which it dubbed the B-17. And, because flying the behemoth was now possible, the Army gained a decisive air advantage in the Second World War which enabled its devastating bombing campaign across Nazi Germany.
... and later in the article, re checklists in medicine:
In December, 2006, the Keystone Initiative published its findings in a landmark article in The New England Journal of Medicine. Within the first three months of the project, the infection rate in Michigan's I.C.U.s decreased by sixty-six per cent. The typical I.C.U.—including the ones at Sinai-Grace Hospital—cut its quarterly infection rate to zero. Michigan's infection rates fell so low that its average I.C.U. outperformed ninety per cent of I.C.U.s nationwide. In the Keystone Initiative's first eighteen months, the hospitals saved an estimated hundred and seventy-five million dollars in costs and more than fifteen hundred lives. The successes have been sustained for almost four years—all because of a stupid little checklist.
... and MD/PhD Peter Provnost, who helped jumpstart the use of checklists in medicine, as described by a colleague:
"I've never seen anybody inspire as he does. ... Partly, he has this contagious, excitable nature. He has a smile that's tough to match. But he also has a way of making people feel heard. People will come to him with the dumbest ideas, and he'll endorse them anyway. 'Oh, I like that, I like that, I like that!' he'll say. I've watched him, and I still have no idea how deliberate this is. Maybe he really does like every idea. But wait, and you realize: he only acts on the ones he truly believes in."
- Thursday, April 05, 2018 at 13:04:57 (EDT)
 | "Adventure, danger, and art!" Molly delivers all three in a Sunday morning jaunt around Takoma Park that includes an under-construction bridge ("The 'TRAIL CLOSED' sign was facing the other way, officer!"), rock-scramble exploration of Long Branch, impromptu poetry reading, and lovely new public-space painting. DST Day begins with an old crescent moon, dawn temps in the upper 20s. Sligo Creek Trail leads to Molly's 'hood. |
| A playground bulletin board near the county line features an adaptation of Alison Hawthorne Deming's "The Web", an ode to Nature and connection. Frost glitters on grassy meadows. "It's called the Mole Mural!" Michael Kirby is the artist for a tromp l'oeil glimpse of Underground Takoma on a wall at Prince Georges and Conway Avenues. Nearby a tree-sculpture lady reaches for the sky. |  |
 | Back at Molly's home, "My husband is in the coop!" (He's socializing some chickens.) Upstream on dirt trails leads to the source of Long Branch. Then bushwhack, leap Sligo Creek, pick thorny seeds out of socks, and close the loop on a crisp morning. |
- Wednesday, April 04, 2018 at 05:29:47 (EDT)
"Une petite maison avec les garçons!" says Barry, as Gallatin St NW passes a small house that he and "the boys" lived in almost four decades ago. French lessons abound today (e.g., "Faim" v "Femme"), as do trips down Memory Lane past old haunts. At Candy Cane City we rendezvous and run a neighborhood loop, then join Rebecca and Ken.
"Schrocket Man" David Schrock leads us to the DC line, where Rebecca continues with him along the Western Ridge Trail as Ken and Barry ramble down Beach Dr. Cars brake to let two big deer cross the street. Cute dogs up for adoption trot by on leash. At Military Rd Ken turns back. Riggs Rd takes us by a dramatic mural.
"And that's a Boundary Mattress!" We stop for photos at DC Boundary Stone NE 3 and proceed along Eastern Ave, dodging discards left at curbside and noting the northernmost end of North Capitol St. After missing Boundary Stone NE 2 we pause at the historical marker where NE1 once was, then continue to the northernmost point of DC, where Barry inspects stone N just south of E-W Hwy.
- Tuesday, April 03, 2018 at 05:42:40 (EDT)
A wise thought, expressed four years ago by Catherine Rampel in her Washington Post opinion essay "The Self-Assurance Imbalance in the Workplace": instead of criticizing women (or men) for not being confident enough in expressing their opinions, better might be "... coaching voters, students, bosses and viewers at home how to be a bit more skeptical of the loudest guy (or gal) in the room."
... men seem much more willing to be blowhards than women are — during dinner parties, at the office, on anonymous phone surveys and in the nation's fine op-ed pages. And as long as both employers and peers continue to conflate bluster with aptitude and to reward bombast with respect and job promotions, the only way women can successfully compete with men is to be not just more confident but overconfident in everything they do, too. ...
Instead, be a better Bayesian in evaluating the strength of arguments — give less weight to judgments expressed by those who are habitually loud and lack self-awareness of their own cognitive (and metacognitive) weaknesses.
(cf. [[1], Big Names (2000-06-13), Hare Brain, Tortoise Mind (2005-06-03), Thinking, Fast and Slow (2013-10-24), Thinking v Decisiveness (2014-04-30), Superforecasting (2016-02-21), Forecasting Lessons from Systems Dynamics (2017-07-05), Competence vs Confidence (2017-12-07), ...)
- Monday, April 02, 2018 at 04:36:44 (EDT)
"We shoveled!" K-Rex explains the realities of growing up in a coal-heated home, an era when cinders helped cars get traction on icy roads as well as forming a track surface. Dawn Patrol circles McLean on a brisk morning, taking back yard cut-throughs and pausing to thaw at Starbucks. The rising sun casts long shadows as the gibbous moon sets on the home stretch, a sprint to get K2 back in time for early meetings, in honor of the late Sir Roger Bannister.
"That toenail finally came off!" The Stone Mill 50 miler was in November last year. Evil Scale reads 156 again, up 4 lbs from a dehydrated anomaly yesterday.
- Sunday, April 01, 2018 at 05:57:15 (EDT)
 | "Blown-hair effect?" Barry suggests, as we pose in front of a statue in National Park Seminary. Later, at a street corner: "Does this curved mirror make me look thin?" Midday miles pre-atone for planned pizza in the pm. High winds bring down trees and power lines. Crocuses litter a sunny slope like confetti. A meandering ramble to Kensington leads to a lap at the Einstein High School "TITANS" track (2:16). The giant eagle in Ernest Park is rotated and painted since last visit (cf. 2017-08-13 - Rock Creek Ramble). |
- Saturday, March 31, 2018 at 20:39:19 (EDT)
| Unself Together |
... vast emptiness, openness, boundlessness, nothingness
... pure wonder, connection
... no I, me, or mine
... all one, all joy
... no loneliness
... and only
... love
(cf. Unselfing (2009-01-14), Unselfing Again (2009-11-01), It is Thou (2014-09-24), Mantra - For Us (2015-11-28), I Want Happiness (2015-12-04), No Me (2016-01-18), Mantra - No Others (2016-06-27), No Watcher, Only Watching (2016-10-07), Mantra - No Self (2016-10-25), Nobody Home (2016-11-13), ...)
- Friday, March 30, 2018 at 04:57:14 (EDT)
"Only a number!" reminds Dr Kristin, in response to obsessive kvetches about weight (157+ lbs) and pace (12+ min/mi). Purple haze on the horizon tells Dawn Patrol to be thankful for the singer-songwriter formerly and again known as Prince. Morning's mission: find the McLean Post Office and mail a letter. Meandering ensues until, from a distance, we espy a parking lot full of mail-carrier vehicles. Mission accomplished!
- Thursday, March 29, 2018 at 05:16:11 (EDT)
"It's a new Bottle Year, so hydration packs are on sale!" Don's report on a recent bargain purchase gets comic-misheard during the first mile of the RRCA 10 Mile Club Challenge. Rain drenches racers in hilly Columbia Maryland as they dash downhill for the first few miles. Then things get real.
"My brakes are shot -- sometimes I need a runaway truck lane!" says ultra-legendary Tom Green before the race. His home is at mile 3.5 of the course. "I asked my wife to leave the front door open for me!"
Push the pace, greet always-cheerful Jeanne, hang with Don for the first mile, get a bit ahead of him mid-race, then watch his taillights fade into the distance for the home stretch. Rough GPS splits 9.9 + 9.5 + 9.5 + 9.2 + 9.6 + 10.1 + 9.8 + 9.7 + 9.7 + 9.5 minutes.
- Wednesday, March 28, 2018 at 04:44:23 (EDT)
Important, perhaps, as an organizing-and-understanding principle when dealing with people: the "Big Five personality traits". Statistical analysis finds five dominant dimensions of mind: Openness, Conscientiousness, Extraversion, Agreeableness, and Neuroticism. (A handy initial-letter mnemonic is OCEAN.) Descriptions, condensed from Wikipedia:
- Monday, March 26, 2018 at 21:07:04 (EDT)
 | "People pay big money to bathe in this at a spa!" Thick shoe-sucking mud turns the ground into an impasto painting of ridges and super-slick potholes, framed by thorn bushes. This year's Hashawha Hills 50k is a Winter Olympics but with ooze instead of snow for downhill slithering and surprise sideways dance steps. Big Pipe Creek cleans shoes at a wide water crossing, miles 10 & 25, but further quagmires follow. And it's all good, especially wide-ranging conversation about linguistics and life, families and friendships, and of course upcoming race plans. "He's a Curmudgeon!" Femi (of the local soccer team The Curmudgeons) trots ahead, along with Adeline and Jon and flock of other fast folk. The course this year includes an out-and-back segment and a clever verification that nobody misses it: take a rubber band from the stack at the turnaround sign and wear it on your wrist to show Race Director Alan Gowen at the finish line. Banter ensues as runners meet: "Will you sell me that band?" Rain starts and stops as Sirisha drives us to northern Maryland for today's ultramarathon. Before the event a taxidermy black bear gives high-fives in the Bear Branch Nature Center; afterwards a stuffed hawk swoops in for an attack. We start a minute late, dead last of 120 entrants, make the midcourse cutoff with ~20 minutes to spare, and push the final loop pace to arrive in just under 8.5 hours, ~45 minutes behind awesome Kate Abbott. Finisher awards, handmade ceramic mugs, are lovely! |
- Sunday, March 25, 2018 at 20:16:54 (EDT)
"Raccoon!" K-Rex spies the critter galumphing across Pimmit Drive, the first and only of its kind seen in that neighborhood. In a cool drizzle Dawn Patrol sets off in opposite-to-normal direction, and everything looks new and different. Cars pause politely for us at crosswalks. We ponder why some kids (and adults) are so stoic when ill, while others become whiny-needy. Birds chirp as the sky brightens. We meander to produce a crenelated trackfile map, in hopes of giving artist Sean a new challenge.
- Saturday, March 24, 2018 at 08:20:56 (EDT)
| We start life speaking poetry and later, learn to speak in prose. |
(kudos to Chiara H; cf. Mines of Metaphor (1999-09-28), Simply Symbols (1999-11-07), Stir the Stones to Song (1999-08-18), Still Life in Ice (2001-02-28), Ode Less Traveled (2006-12-18), ...)
- Friday, March 23, 2018 at 05:55:25 (EDT)
"Want a Cherry Blossom bib?" we ask, as eight runners and two dogs pass the Dawn Patrol. A comrade can't run that race this year, so we're in search of someone to transfer her entry to. No takers yet! Fog hangs in the valley above Scotts Run. Temps are already in the 60s, on their way to record warmth today.
"The coffee is better at Star Nut - and the owner is happy to open shop early for us!" Local runners Morgan and Laurel introduce themselves and let us pet their dogs. We vow to join them another day, get our iced coffees from Starbucks, and proceed. Kerry and Kristin navigate through neighborhood cut-throughs. A brilliant ball of light appears above the eastern horizon, some phenomenon we haven't witnessed for months. Crocuses and snowdrops blossom.
- Thursday, March 22, 2018 at 04:29:15 (EDT)
"Cherry-blossom sunrise!" Dr Kristin points toward the spreading glow on the horizon as light rain begins. Dawn Patrol duo discusses presbyopia and the importance of setting a good example for children (and everybody else). One rabbit scampers across a lawn, eyes green in reflected headlamp. Bright pink Valentine hearts light up a Pimmit Hills window. Evil scale post-run reads 157 lbs. Is a body that hygroscopic?
- Wednesday, March 21, 2018 at 05:48:17 (EDT)
| Happiness Is |
... as wise friend and Buddha Buddy SMB suggested some years ago: "Happiness is not a product of something, but just a state of being. It just is. So it is always there."
... perhaps like air, or a small animal in the deep forest, or a star far away — happiness is, and joy is simply noticing it!
(cf. Optimist Creed (1999-04-16), Unenviable Happiness (2006-02-27), Pursuit of Happiness (2008-11-19), Personal, Permanent, Pervasive (2009-04-27), When Someone You Love Is Unhappy (2011-05-29), Models of Happiness (2012-01-05), Smile at Everyone (2013-02-15), Expectations vs. Possibilities (2013-08-13), Lovingkindness - The Revolutionary Art of Happiness (2015-07-12), Happiness Is (2015-07-28), Joko on Joy (2015-09-03), I Want Happiness (2015-12-04), Mantra - It's a Blessing (2017-11-23), ...)
- Tuesday, March 20, 2018 at 04:49:45 (EDT)
"How does the 10k course compare to the 5k course?"
"Uh, it's 5k longer?"
Remnants of yesterday's ice storms coat cars and paths for this morning's MCRRC "Kemp Mill (C)hill" race, but streets are 99% clear. Snowy lumps plop down from trees and power lines. Hills are long and gentle. A black bear disguised as a giant furry dog is out for a walk. Official results show total time 54:01, 1st of 3 finishers in the 65-69 year old male cohort; Barry comes in 2nd. And nobody falls down!
- Monday, March 19, 2018 at 04:28:02 (EDT)
"6.0 for your Triple Plotz!" Barry applauds a slip-and-recovery near-split performance on an icy wooden bridge in a tiny urban park. An oak wears a sign claiming $110 benefit annually, not even counting the value of its beauty and shade. We ramble up Sligo Creek Trail in search of Kemp Mill Elementary School.
"Watch out, there's a speed camera. At our pace, we might get tickets — for loitering!" Kind pedestrians on their way to synagogue offer complex directions. A man holds the leash of a huge black bear that, upon closer inspection, turns into a friendly shaggy dog. A front-yard cat statue holds a sundial.
"¿Estúpido o Estupendo?" Bilingual signs at the school's entrance promote self-esteem and test Spanish vocabulary learned more than half a century ago. Google Maps leads to the Northwood Chesapeake Bay Trail, a red-blazed muddy natural-surface cut-through in Breewood Park. Three deer taunt, then leap over fences and stair railings.
- Sunday, March 18, 2018 at 05:28:47 (EDT)
Clever, wise, poetic, personal: Susan Moon's 2010 book this is getting old: Zen Thoughts on Aging with Humor and Dignity is a collection of essays that spin the wheel of life and smile at whatever number it stops on. Some bits appeared earlier elsewhere, such as "The Worst Zen Student That Ever Was", and some are new. Some are first-person confessionals, some are glimpses of family and friends, some are universal musings. Some are poignant, some bittersweet, some simple hilarity.
"What If I Never Have Sex Again?", asks a chapter, and begins:
I may never have sex again. May never lie spoon to spoon with another person. I don't feel like having sex right this minute, which is fortunate because I don't have anybody to have it with. But I'm not sure I'll keep on not wanting to have sex right this minute for the rest of my life. When I was younger and didn't have a partner I didn't think, "What if I never have sex again?" I assumed I was in between relationships. Now, in my mid-sixties, I wonder if I have quietly passed beyond "in between."
Even if I did want to have sex, maybe nobody would want to have sex with me. Confidence ebbs away as skin sags in private as well as public places. I suppose you could always resort to the cover of darkness, or never taking off your nightie, but can't fingers still feel the sag? Couples who grow old together get used to each other's sagging in slow increments, but it's a whole other matter to get to know somebody new when you're already wrinkled up. Plus, I'm not as bendable as I used to be.
I used to like sex a lot if I liked the person, but when I didn't have it, I didn't miss it much. Sometimes I missed the person. Saying I miss sex is like saying I miss wearing my hiking boots, when what I miss is standing at Paiute Pass watching the cloud shadows run across the lake below. I miss going where the hiking boots take me. "Having sex" isn't something that I can miss, all by itself, because I could never peel it away from the person who, moments before, might have been reading aloud to me in bed, and who, shortly afterward, might be snoring beside me just loud enough that I nudge him to quiet him.
Not having rolled in the hay for a while now—never mind exactly how long—I hardly ever think about it. I'm lucky not to want what I don't have. It's convenient. I want, as in lack, sex, but I don't want, as in desire, it. At the movies, in the erotic parts, I'm like an eight-year-old: "Oh, gross! Hurry up and finish this scene! It has nothing to do with me!
...
That's a representative sample of Moon prose: chatty, comfy, cute, clear. And lovely prose-poems, as in "The Secret Place" during a description of a childhood nook:
I lay on my back on the ground that was crunchy with lichen, while the sky did cartwheels around me. As the day came to an end, the sun's light turned a thicker and thicker yellow, and clouds rushed away from me into the void on the other side of the horizon and disappeared. This daily ending, staged with the smell of the bayberry and the crying of the gulls, gave me a lump in my throat— a shout I couldn't shout out.
Lots of "I", lots of looking in the rear-view mirror, lots of regrets, and lots of laughter. A finger pointing at the Moon ...
(cf. Mantra - Go for the Moon (2016-07-18), ...)
- Saturday, March 17, 2018 at 06:21:04 (EDT)
"Rock wins!" In the battle to see who buys iced coffee, Kerry's kung fu triumphs. It's now the Year of the Dog, so Dawn Patrol must bow (wow!) and obey the orders of any born under that sign. Warm drizzle washes salty sweat from forehead into eyes. Cait discusses scary snakes and less-worrisome lizards, ferrets, etc. as we meander around McLean. We share phobic confessions. "Good morning!" fails to rouse zombie-like students shambling toward school. Judging by their attire it's Wear Wacky Shorts Friday.
"Collusion vs consipracy?" and "Combining vs comingling?" We debate nuance and implication of certain words, and concur that a car with headlights off is contributory negligence to our jaywalking. Soggy low-cut socks sag into Hoka sandal-shoes resulting in ankle scrape and toe rub. Experimental result noted - don't try that again for a while!
- Friday, March 16, 2018 at 04:36:02 (EDT)
| No Problems! |
... as family friend Joyce, living with brain cancer and raising three teenage daughters, once gently said, "If that's the worst problem you have, then you don't have any problems!"
... and in a meta-move: inverting turns problems into opportunities!
(cf. No Problems (2003-11-29), Yes, and... (2012-11-14), No Worries, Mate (2012-11-24), Being Zen (2014-05-26), Happiness Is (2015-07-28), Joko on Joy (2015-09-03), Mantra - The Problem is Not the Problem (2016-08-21), Mantra - She'll Be Right (2017-02-21), Mantra - We Got This (2017-09-13), Mantra - It's a Blessing (2017-11-23), ...)
- Thursday, March 15, 2018 at 04:55:37 (EDT)
"Less ego!" Dr Kristin suggests a remedy for excessive angst, bureaucratic strife, and countless other challenges. Dawn Patrol meanders through Pimmit Hills, glancing east at intervals to admire the sunrise that begins like a faint will-o-the-wisp and brightens into a tangerine conflagration on the horizon. A friendly Jennifer introduces herself as we wait for the crosswalk light to change. She's out for a few miles, her first run of 2018. Happy Valentine's Day, Ma'am!
- Wednesday, March 14, 2018 at 04:43:16 (EDT)
"Maybe a list of what I didn't eat would be shorter?" Weekend diet of Five Guys peanuts & french fries, Papa Johns pizza & cheesy bread, plus Sheetz "Box of Deep Fried Love" couldn't possibly be correlated with Evil Scale's readout this morning of 70kg = 11 stone, could it? Dawn Patrol orbits McLean, building a mostly-convex trackfile map for comrade Sean to draw upon. We dither at Starbucks but eventually opt for iced coffee rather than hot. Gusty north winds and light sprinkles portend a cold front's passage. Temperatures fall into the lower 40s.
"It's a magical world, Hobbes ol' buddy ... let's go exploring!" Kristin cites the final Calvin & Hobbes comic strip as we meander through Langley Forest, laughing at glassy fishbowl houses and under-construction mansions. Kerry's quads are talking to her about Saturday's icy Maryland Heights adventure. School bus flashers twinkle. Shadows of power lines look like chains across the road, and almost cause a stumble at one point - oops!
- Tuesday, March 13, 2018 at 05:17:46 (EDT)
| Threads in the tapestry Weaving the fabric of life Persistent: shapes of bodies, patterns of thought Words and deeds, habits and surprises Values to choose by, choices to surrender to We meet and dance Whirl and dip, mirror each other Learn each other, lift each other Together help each other Grow — and then, separate To fade into the background For all the rest of time |
- Monday, March 12, 2018 at 04:47:53 (EDT)
"I am from Tonga. We sailed across the Pacific. This is nothing." Barry quotes Pita Taufatofua, Tongan olympian, as we run up the hills of the 'hood. With temps in the 60's we consider taking off shirts and applying coconut oil, but refrain to avoid distressing the neighbors who might glimpse glistening godlike bodies. The route combines adventure (discovering a new cut-through behind an elementary school) and GPS track file artistry. Rain stops. Fog hangs low over Sligo Creek.
"Oh, poo!" (or something similar) says Barry when at 1:15pm Ken texts to say he has arrived and is awaiting us. Somebody gave somebody the wrong time, by a whole hour! No worries, all's well among friends — we meet Ken and get Barry home in time for his planned visit to a friend in need. Ken proceeds westward, on new-to-him paths past nursing facilities & retirement homes. We sprint away to avoid capture, lest we're mistaken for escapees.
"Instagram is where all the cool kids are going — it's the new Geocities and MySpace!" At Saint John the Evangelist cemetery Ken makes his very first Instagram post, near a memorial to Daniel Carroll, US Founding Father and signer of the Constitution. Deep history!
- Sunday, March 11, 2018 at 06:09:19 (EDT)
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