Birthday Post #12

Another birthday has come and gone, which means another birthday post. I met up with a few fellas in Vegas the weekend before my birthday, but didn't do anything too wild for the actual big day. In fact, I spent the day building a new enclosure for my compost heap - fun stuff! But we did all go out to dinner for pizza and beer.

Let's see how we did this year:

There's not too much surprising in the data this year. I did manage 27 facebook posts, which is a very strong number, but I attribute some of this to having a birthday on a Saturday when people probably spend more time on social media.

I'm also relieved to get called fartface after not getting a fartface last year. That felt really nice.

The other surprising thing is that my facebook fried count has stayed level for the last 4 years. I'm not very active on facebook, and I feel like as I get older I hear of more and more people deleting facebook. I maybe accept 2 friend invites a year, so I keep wondering if my facebook friend numbers will go down like it did in 2018. I must have been a huge asshole that year and everyone unfriended me.

Thanks to everyone who reached out on my birthday. It really made me feel good, and provided some much needed content for the #blog.

On Alcohol

I enjoy alcohol. I like sipping on a beer while grilling, or drinking a pina colada at the beach, or just bellying up to the bar with a tall beer and some chicken wings. These and the hundred of other scenarios that involve drinking all make me happy. 

I didn't begin drinking in earnest until college. In high school my main group of friends didn't really drink. I had a few friend circles that would imbibe, but it always seemed very risky while I was still living at home. The most drinking I did in high school was when we would go up to either U of M or MSU to visit older siblings or friends who had already matriculated. From those visits I went into college with a mindset that drinking was at the forefront of college social life. And anyone whose been to a midwestern college can probably agree with that statement.

Me at college orientation, before I learned my drinking boundaries

Once I got to college I no longer had to worry about my parents catching me or anyone driving, and it was the main thing to do. My first semester of college I once got written up twice for drinking in the dorms within 24 hours. But going out and drinking was also how I made social connections.

Is that a keg in our dorm?

What I quickly learned in college was that drinking until I blacked out or puked was not that much fun, and there was a sweet spot of getting pretty drunk without being that guy passed out in the corner. I crossed that line from time to time, but I really got the hang of knowing when I needed to slow down or just call it a night, and that skill has served me well over the years.

College

Nearly all drinking in college was binge drinking. Whether it was a football tailgate, a declared Drunk All Day Day (DADD), sitting around watching Gettysburg, before going out to a party, the beer Olympics or the actual Olympics, there was usually copious amounts of booze being consumed. Honestly, I think this blog post best summarizes my college drinking.

At the time everyone knew we were binge drinking, but it was college, and it's hard to call someone an alcoholic when everyone is drunk all the time and you're 20 years old. Alcoholics were old and drinking in their car in a 7-11 parking lot, that couldn't have been us. Even though everyone was drinking a lot there already were a couple of friends who seemed to have less control, and in later years a few of those friends would develop serious alcohol issues. I think we all walked a fine line, and some were able to pull back and some walked right over that line into alcoholism in their early 20s.

After college I started working and really stopped binge drinking as much. At first I lived alone and drinking usually meant crashing at a friends place since I'd have to drive. During this time is also when I first had money to spare so I started drinking slightly nicer stuff. Bud Light instead of Natty Light. I also started drinking just after getting home from work and this is really when I found my love for Rum & Cokes. I'd make a couple over the course of the evening, but since I had work in the morning it'd just be enough to get me a mild buzz before bed. I still like to drink alone. I know that's an indicator of sorts, but I still really enjoy a night just hanging out solo and making a few cocktails.

Then I moved to place with a roommate where we could walk to the bars of the quaint fishing village we lived in. This is the first and only time I've ever become a "regular" at a bar. I also got a girlfriend who lived in Seattle so I no longer had to worry about missing the last ferry back home. Still being in my mid-twenties, I was trying to keep living that college life on the weekends. I also spent more time seeing my college friends or going to weddings and bachelor parties where there was mucho drinko.

Post-college Edward-40-Hands.

For the last 5 years I've had kids, and that's made me re-evaluate my alcohol consumption. Before then if I was three sheets to wind it wasn't a big deal, and had the time to spend a Sunday nursing a hangover. But kids need care and attention 24/7, and all the sudden being a bit tipsy on the regular wasn't a great idea. But I still liked booze and it became the time when I really had to think about whether I was drinking too much, or on a slippery slope towards a drinking problem. I thought about it a lot and I think there are a lot of people who are on a slow but steady path to alcoholism, and I I decided I didn't want to be one of them.

I was still thinking about it in March of 2020 when all the sudden we were stuck at home with not much else to do besides drink. Those first few weeks of lockdown were a lot of fun. Working from home, making some cocktails or splitting a bottle of wine each night. But I soon realized I hadn't been sober for an entire day for like 20 straight days. So I decided to not drink at all two days of the week. For the past two years I haven't drank at all on Mondays and Thursday - with a few exceptions for special events. I've slowly tried to work in not drinking on Tuesdays as well - and eventually I'd like to only drink on the weekends. Even with these self-imposed limitations I'm still right on the edge of consuming 15 drinks a week which is what the CDC calls a heavy drinker - but it's really just getting a buzz in the few hours between the kid's bedtime and my bedtime.

Even when I don't drink I still look forward to drinking which I take to be another negative indicator. If I'm not drinking that day, I'll tell myself how I'm really going to cut loose the next day. But then the next day comes and once I'm done with work then I need to watch the kids, and then it's dinner and I can maybe down a beer or glass of wine with dinner, but then it's like an hour of putting the kids to bed, and once they're down I go to make myself a cocktail and I'm already getting a little tired so I'll have one but then I have to really convince myself to make a second, and then it's late and I'm not feeling nearly as good as I wanted to be and I go to bed - but that's good right? 

I don't think I have a compulsion to drink, but sometimes it's takes more willpower to not drink on Mondays and Thursdays then I'd like. And that scares me a bit. This leads me into this prolonged battle to be able to enjoy alcohol without fear of falling into alcoholism. It's a bit of an internal tug-of-war. While I don't think I'm anywhere close to it, I'm a tiny bit afraid of becoming an alcoholic. But the reason I'm afraid of becoming an alcoholic is that it would mean that I flat-out couldn't drink anymore as the only true solution to alcoholism is total abstinence. The thought of going to Vegas sober, or not drinking a beer around a campfire, or not having a cold one in the shower after working in they yard all drives that fear. It's a very circular logic to think that if I enjoy this vice to much I won't be able to enjoy it at all.

I hope that being aware of my drinking habits, putting some healthy limitations in place and being honest with myself will allow me to keep enjoying one of my favorite hobbies.

Cheers!

Happy 15th Birthday to the Blog!

I've been blogging for 15 freaking years. Can you believe it? I certainly cannot.

While I can't say that I'm a good blogger, or even a regular blogger, I can say that I'm enthusiastic about the concept of blogging. I like the idea that a blog represents. A modern day public diary - what a concept! Anyone else, anyone?

While I'm enticed by the idea that my thoughts and writings could live on well beyond me, I'm also loath to put my opinions on the internet for anyone to read. Especially since the opinions I've posted to this very blog in the past have proven - with the benefit of time and self-maturity - to be very very bad opinions. For example, just 2 years ago in January of 2020, I wrote that the Australian Wildfires would be a bigger story in 10 years than Coronavirus would. What a terrible projection!

In truth, my blog is more for me as a way to remember my own life, but I don't do a great job of posting things about my own life. In some ways the never ending coronavirus series is as close to a diary as I've done on the blog, and that was specifically the point as I immediately realized COVID would be a period of my life worth remembering in detail. So I wrote it down.

There are other things that are worthy of writing down and documenting for my future self to enjoy and reflect upon (and opinions to be disgusted by). I do think I should do a better job at putting those things on the blog.

15 years seems like the right time to also change the title of the Blog again. Against The Wind served me well in my younger bad boy days. But now I'm settled and I've come to the conclusion that my previous anti-wind opinion was wrong. I'm now pro-wind! So a new name it is.

Coronavirus Part 8

Welp, it's been 6 months since my last Coronavirus post. In that post I wrote about how a hot new variant dropped (Delta) and that I thought COVID would be a thing at least through the holidays. That has proved true. But we recently got another new variant (Omicron) which has quickly spread throughout the world. This variant seems to be the most contagious yet, and even people who are vaccinated are getting it at a seemingly high rate. The only good news is that it seems that this variant is somewhat less severe. It looks like we're on the uptick for another surge. The other news is that they started rolling out booster shots for adults and vaccines for children 5 and up. So now only our youngest is unvaccinated, so we're feeling pretty good about not dying from COVID, but we still aren't enthused about the idea of getting very sick for a week or two, so we're doing our best to avoid it. 

But life continues to be mostly back to normal except with more masks and not as much in-person interactions. We hosted my sister and my folks for Christmas, and luckily Omicron didn't impact us like it did for many others with flights and trips cancelled due to the virus. 

Going on two years of the virus, I'm starting to wonder if the people saying "COVID is just something we have to learn to live with" might actually be right. It seems like if we haven't gotten the vaccination levels needed to kill it off, we're just going to be in a never ending battle to respond to variants that evolve to defeat our vaccines. But even so, I think we'll get to the point where it's better contained and we can go back to life as normal. The question now is how many variants and how many surges will it take to get there. I'm not even going to venture a guess about when that might be. But I hope my next post in this series will be a victory message.

UC Davis College Rating

I love college towns. I think they are the best type of towns. I think it's the combination of the energy that students bring to a place along with anchor of a campus and the the types of businesses that typically surround colleges. As a deli and pizza guy, college towns suit my palate.

In San Diego we lived about 2 miles from San Diego State. While I don't consider big cities like San Diego to be college towns, we did live near enough to the campus where it did feel a bit like a college town. I loved driving through campus, seeing the kids on their skateboards, and telling Carly that Sig Ep was throwing down that night with a double kegger (which was probably true). SDSU has a reputation as a bit of a party school and in all the years we lived nearby it seemed to make sense. There were times that I found myself jealous of the young and beautiful college kids having the time of their lives.

Now we live in Davis, which is also a college town. Technically we live adjacent to campus, but it's about a mile to where the academic and residential buildings are. It's more of a college town that reminds me of Ann Arbor with the big tree lined streets and the campus integrated into the city. But the students here couldn't be any more different than those of Michigan or San Diego State. 

During what would be considered welcome week Carly and I were out in downtown Davis just blocks from campus and their was nary a stumbling student anywhere. We were on the South U equivalent of Davis and it was kind of dead. I couldn't believe it. Then a few weeks ago my buddy Dave came to visit and we went to a Aggie Football game. We were tailgating a bit in front of the stadium and watching the students arrive. It was a night game, and having been to a few college football night games I was expecting a shitshow. On the contrary. We didn't see a single student that looked even a little inebriated. I've yet to see a yard littered with solo cups. For shame.

The students here also dress very differently than those of SDSU. On the SDSU campus the kids looked so fucking cool, and the all had the bodies to back it up. Here in Davis it's a lot of unwarranted midriff that no one wants to see and guys with t-shirts tucked into cuffed jeans. I don't get it at all. Sober and poorly dressed is no way to go through college.

Now this blog at one time had a feature where I rated colleges on 4 key areas. It's been awhile since I've done one, but I think I'm ready to rank UC Davis.

Campus layout:
The UC Davis Campus is actually pretty good. It flows nicely into the the downtown and the students all ride bikes. The buildings are mostly postwar architecture and not very classically collegiate. Rating: B+

Student Population:
Total nerds. Rating: D

Night Life: 
I've seen zero evidence of any house parties. Frats seem small and not very wild. Off campus bars mostly cater to townies. Rating: D

Food, Stadium, Bus System, Other:
Food is fine. Big international student population means a good variety of restaurants, mostly cheap, nothing that I'd consider a "must try". Great bus system with the old London double-deckers. Stadium is decent for a FCS team. Tailgate scene was marginal, but again... FCS. Rating B-

OVERALL RATING: C+

Coronavirus Part 7

5 months ago I checked-in on COVID-19 and it's impact on my life. Since that time, things went totally back to normal... briefly. By June the county I live in was down to an average daily new cases in the high-teens. Not bad for a county with nearly 500,000 people in it. However we've become plagued by the new, and more contagious, Delta Variant. As a result we're now seeing around 150 daily cases.

This is a major setback in the end-game of the pandemic, and one that could have possibly been avoided if more of my countrymen choose to get vaccinated. But alas, now we're back hearing about overflowing ICUs and spiking cases. This is incredibly frustrating, as there is a solution at hand, but for whatever reason many people are refusing to embrace it.

The good news is that for our family, it still hasn't been very impactful. Most everyone we see has been smart enough to get vaccinated, so we feel relatively safe around most folks. Our biggest worry is for our kids who are still too young to be vaccinated. They will start school/daycare in a few weeks and it's looking like that may be right in the middle of what is being called the 4th wave of cases. Even if we catch a breakthrough infection it appears that the sickness will be very mild compared to if we were unvaccinated, so our worries really revolve around our kids.

Life on the ranch continues with somewhat minimal interaction besides my wife's family and a few close friends. I did take a work trip to DC and then went to a wedding last week. Besides the masks, it was the most "normal" the world felt to me in 18 months. I didn't fret about getting COVID while I was gone, but I did get tested once I got home just to be safe. I think I'll really feel better once our kids can get vaccinated, but that may still be a ways off since they're so young. The good thing about our kids being so young is that I doubt they'll have any recollection of this whole pandemic, but can still tell their grandkids in 70 years that they lived through it, which will be kind of cool for them. But really they'll have to check their great-granddad's blog to get the true first-hand account of it.

At this point I predict COVID will still be a pandemic at least for another 6 months. More employers may make the vaccine mandatory which will help, but until we can get significantly more of the population vaccinated (including school aged kids) I think COVID will be with us at least through the holidays.

A Hypothetical

A question I recently posed myself:

Could I beat an Olympic marathoner if I were to run it as a relay-race with unlimited clones of myself.

A first blush, surely I could sprint a short distance above a Olympic marathon pace, so given enough clones and short enough segments certainly I would win. But I must also factor in the slow-downs of handing off the baton, and there is where it gets interesting.

The current world record of a marathon is right around 2 hours, or 7,200 seconds (run by someone my age btw). That's about a 4:30 minute (273 seconds) mile pace. At first I figured I could sprint a 1/4 mile at a Olympic marathon pace, but I'm realistically questioning that I could run the 400 meters in 68 seconds. The Alaska state high school 400 record (assuming Alaskans are the slowest runners) is 50 seconds. So I'm thinking it would take more than 102 clones of me to win the race.

A marathon is 42,200 meters. If instead I broke it into 100 meters sections that might give me a better chance. The Olympic pace is ~17 seconds per 100 meters. Ugh. The Alaska state high school record for the 100 meter dash is 11 seconds. I bet I could run it in 14 or 15 seconds. But how much time would I lose in the baton hand-offs? I'm assuming only a second or two, which would make it a very close race.

Anything shorter than 100 meters, I thought the hand-offs would slow me (us?) down too much, anything longer I'm not sure I could keep the pace. So I think me and 421 clones of myself could run a pretty close race against an Olympic marathoner.

There are two take-aways here. One, Olympic marathoners are absolute freaks who are running twenty-six consecutive 4:30 miles. Two, it's amazing how two humans could be so disparate at something like running. How can one human's body be so much more adapt through genetics and training at something as universal as running? It blows my mind that I would have trouble running 100 meters as the same pace an Olympic marathoner runs 26 miles.