As a young lieutenant in the Armor Officer Basic Course long, long ago, I adored the video for the Beastie Boys' "Sabotage." As a much older captain and major I had come to adore the remake of Battlestar Galactica.
Now there is...a Hybrid.
Friday, April 30, 2010
The Coolest Thing Ever
I probably need to stay away from the milblogosphere, especially since I'm at one of the focal points of much of their grist (the inconsistent state of professional military education) in my day job.
Still, the category just about says it all. There is NO WAY WHATSOEVER I was going to pass up a tag called "IDF Death Babes." Now I'm further behind on my graduate school homework.
I SWEAR I cannot make this up.
Still, the category just about says it all. There is NO WAY WHATSOEVER I was going to pass up a tag called "IDF Death Babes." Now I'm further behind on my graduate school homework.
I SWEAR I cannot make this up.
Indicators
I wonder if there's something to the fact that the only movies I've actually wanted to see lately are really nihilistic violence festivals like Harry Brown, even if it does feature a super-bad-ass Michael Caine.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
4.55mi, 38:21, 28 APR 10, Fort Leavenworth, Kansas
iThink: The Cure, "Disintegration"
WX at 0600: 43.0 (6.1) DP 39.9 (4.4) BP 29.89 (1012) S 7 RH 88
Odometer 1: 389.8mi
Z3 high.
Average/max heart rate = 168/185
First run in almost two weeks. Third run in the last month. When I think about this past semester, I think that this is the one where I lost my mileage base and learned what academic exhaustion feels like. What irritates me is that it's in my first year of graduate work, but unlike many of my classmates, I'm holding down two classes and a full-time job which amplifies the workload quite a bit.
The weather was ideal and I was frankly surprised that I ran what I did, even this morning when I've done so little. Either that, or the other reason for not completely coming apart is because I've made a concerted effort to cycle everywhere I go on Fort Leavenworth since it's a (comparatively) cyclist friendly post and vehicle parking has traditionally sucked so bad that it's easier for me to take my chances riding (even in the rain, for which I got fenders on my bike) than driving and doing the Great American Orbit-for-A-Great-Parking Spot. Instead of burning dead fossils, I'm burning lard. I can live with that.
There will be time for future penance later.
Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:22 08:22 08:22 08:22 1.00
1.00 16:56 08:34 08:34 08:28 2.00
1.00 25:26 08:30 08:30 08:29 3.00
1.00 33:47 08:21 08:21 08:27 4.00
0.55 38:21 04:34 08:18 08:26 4.55
WX at 0600: 43.0 (6.1) DP 39.9 (4.4) BP 29.89 (1012) S 7 RH 88
Odometer 1: 389.8mi
Z3 high.
Average/max heart rate = 168/185
First run in almost two weeks. Third run in the last month. When I think about this past semester, I think that this is the one where I lost my mileage base and learned what academic exhaustion feels like. What irritates me is that it's in my first year of graduate work, but unlike many of my classmates, I'm holding down two classes and a full-time job which amplifies the workload quite a bit.
The weather was ideal and I was frankly surprised that I ran what I did, even this morning when I've done so little. Either that, or the other reason for not completely coming apart is because I've made a concerted effort to cycle everywhere I go on Fort Leavenworth since it's a (comparatively) cyclist friendly post and vehicle parking has traditionally sucked so bad that it's easier for me to take my chances riding (even in the rain, for which I got fenders on my bike) than driving and doing the Great American Orbit-for-A-Great-Parking Spot. Instead of burning dead fossils, I'm burning lard. I can live with that.
There will be time for future penance later.
Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:22 08:22 08:22 08:22 1.00
1.00 16:56 08:34 08:34 08:28 2.00
1.00 25:26 08:30 08:30 08:29 3.00
1.00 33:47 08:21 08:21 08:27 4.00
0.55 38:21 04:34 08:18 08:26 4.55
Friday, April 16, 2010
3.43mi, 28:30, 16 APR 10, Fort Leavenworth, Kansas
iThink: Senses Fail, "Calling All Cars"
WX at 0600: 60.1 (15.6) DP 57.9 (14.4) BP 30.2 (1022) N 18 light rain RH 92
Odometer 1: 385.3mi
Z3 high-Z4.
Average/max heart rate = 161/179
I cannot believe it's been 3 weeks since I last worked out in any significant capacity. The only thing I've been doing in the meantime was cycling to work. Literally.
So, I went to sleep early enough last night that I could afford to get up early and run, so I went to the track and just ran in the outer lane for a while. It's been a while.
Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:10 08:10 08:10 08:10 1.00
1.00 16:29 08:19 08:19 08:15 2.00
1.00 24:47 08:18 08:18 08:16 3.00
0.43 28:30 03:43 08:39 08:19 3.43
WX at 0600: 60.1 (15.6) DP 57.9 (14.4) BP 30.2 (1022) N 18 light rain RH 92
Odometer 1: 385.3mi
Z3 high-Z4.
Average/max heart rate = 161/179
I cannot believe it's been 3 weeks since I last worked out in any significant capacity. The only thing I've been doing in the meantime was cycling to work. Literally.
So, I went to sleep early enough last night that I could afford to get up early and run, so I went to the track and just ran in the outer lane for a while. It's been a while.
Splits
SGMT AGGRG SEGMT PERMI AVGPC DIST
1.00 08:10 08:10 08:10 08:10 1.00
1.00 16:29 08:19 08:19 08:15 2.00
1.00 24:47 08:18 08:18 08:16 3.00
0.43 28:30 03:43 08:39 08:19 3.43
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
My mantra as a campaign planner
It's been a year since I got back from Afghanistan. I say this because I started to take our combat fatalities very personally by the time I had returned back to the United States.
Our living plight, the gods cast aside
The gods allay
Our sleepless nights, our restless days
We shall obey their least command
And give our hearts, our minds, our hands unto them
Our voices lift to praise your powers
And seek, seek your help in darkest hours
O gods! We pray with plaintive cries
And trust your merciful replies.
The gods cannot a heart betray
They know not night
They know not death’s long day
They sport in splendor with our fears
And look as dewdrops on our tears
The gods forswear, all mercies past,
Each mortal heart will beat its last
Each mortal hand in stillness lie
All mortal love, condemned to die
The gods have wings, and bright ascend!
To leave us weeping in the end
Our living plight, the gods cast aside
The gods allay
Our sleepless nights, our restless days
We shall obey their least command
And give our hearts, our minds, our hands unto them
Our voices lift to praise your powers
And seek, seek your help in darkest hours
O gods! We pray with plaintive cries
And trust your merciful replies.
The gods cannot a heart betray
They know not night
They know not death’s long day
They sport in splendor with our fears
And look as dewdrops on our tears
The gods forswear, all mercies past,
Each mortal heart will beat its last
Each mortal hand in stillness lie
All mortal love, condemned to die
The gods have wings, and bright ascend!
To leave us weeping in the end
Laura Kalpakian, libretto to Bear McCreary, "Capricoperatica"
In the interests of disclosure, the other bit of Bear McCreary's work that has weighed heavily on me lately was "The Collapse of Saint Francis." There's an element to penance that sticks in my mind a year after I came back. I hesitate to say that I came home, because a year after the fact, I don't really feel like I'm home.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)