They’re all good, but I’m partial to the gun ones.
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from EatLiver
They’re all good, but I’m partial to the gun ones.
You will want to click on the graphic to see it full-sized.
from EatLiver
“A society that puts equality before freedom will get neither. A society that puts freedom before equality will get a high degree of both.”
― Milton Friedman
From Cato
“Week 4” deload
And we bring deload week to a close. Brief comments:
I noticed how the past few deload workouts, while the work weight is nowhere near what I can lift, it felt like I was lifting a mountain… just very heavy for some reason. Not sure what to make of that.
Assistance squatting… gym owner noticed and complemented me that I’ve really improved my form. Good to hear. I’ve been working hard on it, the key cue being not just to keep my whole body tight but the #1 cue is “chest up”… sure there’s hip drive, but not at the expense of losing back angle. It’s not lifting with the chest, just ensuring that as the hips drive the chest doesn’t fall. Has made a big difference, and I feel the bar going in more of a perfect vertical path, no rocking forward. I’ll stick with 95 tho because I want to continue to work on form ensuring my knees are not buckling in, that they go outward on the descend, and so on.
Leg curls… jump to 60.
And I didn’t get far on jump rope today. Some years ago I blew out my left ankle and there’s a tendon on the top inside that sometimes gets “out of place” and makes it painful to extend the foot… which happens when you jump! I just couldn’t get through 2 “reps” of the rope jumping. Sucks, but oh well, it happens.
In related news, I did all my medical stuff for the life insurance yesterday, so I’m back on supplements that I gave up (creatine, Jack3d). We’ll see how it all goes. I’m still not sold on the Jack3d, but I’m giving it more time before I make the call one way or the other.
Oh, I should also note this ends “cycle 2” on the Wendler 5/3/1. It’s a slow program, but it’s steady and doesn’t seem to be beating up my body. So I’m OK with it. I’ll start cycle 3 on Friday, going up “prescribed” intervals: 5# on press and bench, 10# on deadlift and squat. I’ll still stay on this modified “Boring But Big” template, changing the deadlift assistance from hyperextensions to Good Mornings, going up on weight/reps on other stuff. Just keep chugging along with minor changes. I do see progress in terms of my strength going up, my weight is up, muscle mass is increasing no question. I’m pretty sure my conditioning is up, tho I haven’t tried to really tax is to see. I donated blood this past weekend and in doing so it generates some health data for me: my blood pressure is excellent, resting heart rate is nice and low, total cholesterol is well below normal (despite all the whole eggs, meat, fats, and “excessive” food intake I have); I’ll have a more interesting bit of results after the life insurance blood/pee tests come back. I’m good with things. 🙂
UPDATED: It’s been sold (didn’t take long… not surprised at those prices).
Live in the Austin area and need .45 ACP ammo?
Buddy, blog reader, and KR Training student Shawn has given up his 1911 for an M&P in 9mm. So he’s got a bunch of .45 ACP ammo that he doesn’t need any more.
I have 1,700 rounds of 45 ammo that I’d like to sell FTF in Austin, TX. Here is what I have:
600 rounds of Winchester white box 230 gr. FMJ
550 rounds of Federal American Eagle 230 gr. FMJ
400 rounds of Speer Lawmn 230 gr. TMJ
150 rounds of Winchester Ranger Bonded 230 gr. JHPAsking price is $15 per 50 rounds of the training ammo and $25 per 50 rounds of the Ranger. Or buy the whole lot for $500.
I’ll consider trades, specifically similar quality 9mm ammo or perhaps a Walther PPS in 9mm.
Feel free to contact me with any questions. Thanks for looking!
Looking at ammoengine, that’s quite a deal.
Shawn gave me permission to repost this here, and if you’re interested, contact him via email.
“Week 4” deload
It’s deload time, so nothing too thrilling to note.
I did try a slightly wider grip. On the bar there’s a “hash mark” and usually I put my ring finger on that hash. I did this back when I started because Rippetoe was working to try to get the maximum range of motion and from what I could see, that was doing it. However, I’m thinking that may be starting to wear on my shoulder, and so I’m following a bit more of the Dave Tate “So You Think You Can Bench” and trying to get it so my elbows come to about the same level as the bench pad. Not 100% sure if I’m there, I’ll check next time, but for now I wanted to at least try a wider grip and see how it felt. So today I put my index fingers on the hash. Felt like my elbows didn’t go as deep, but it also felt strange, and that’s to be expected.
Assistance bench of 105… felt… really light. But could be merely because it’s deload week. Still, I’m thinking I may go 110 next workout.
Rows. I was doing 40# and didn’t plan to go to 45 until next workout, but someone else was using the 40’s today so why not… I went ahead. This was good. The last few reps of the last few sets were difficult. I don’t want to sacrifice moving the shoulder and fully working the shoulder muscle, so all is good. I’ll stick with 45, and not be so reluctant to jump to 50 if I think it’ll be good.
Anyways, things just chug along.
Zoe came into our lives one Labor Day weekend.
We had 2 older cats that we knew weren’t long for the world, so we wanted to get a couple of kittens to bring into the house before the older cats were too old to accept others, ultimately to ease the transition for the children.
So down to the Town Lake Animal Shelter we went. We fell in love with 2 cats, Estella and Zoe. We couldn’t take them home due to them needing to be spayed beforehand, and since it was Labor Day weekend there wouldn’t be any medical work until Tuesday. But they were ours, and the shelter folks put the two of them together in one larger cage area. The two bonded instantly… the kids refer to them as “sisters”, and while they really aren’t, they sure act that way. Quite well bonded to each other.
We’re not 100% sure of Zoe’s age, but we figure she was probably 6 months or so when we adopted her.
That was 7 years ago.
We didn’t think we’d be saying good-bye so soon.
About a week ago we noticed she wasn’t looking right. Zoe was always a secluded and aloof cat, so it’s not easy to notice if something is wrong… especially when it happens so slowly, so gradually. We don’t know how it happened, but in short, liver failure. Once we noticed we took her to the vet. We’ve had her on various medications, I’ve been force feeding her multiple times a day, all sorts of things. But alas, her body had enough and was spent… it just couldn’t go any more. This evening we took her to the emergency vet clinic, they examined, we discussed, and had Zoe put to sleep. 😦
We all took it hard, especially Daughter. Zoe was her cat; they had a bond that no one else had. She worked hard at helping me with Zoe this past week, spent as much time as she could just being with Zoe, sitting with her in the sunlight, or whatever she could do. Daughter was brave until the end, seeing Zoe all the way to the Rainbow Bridge.
Zoe was cool because she wasn’t a typical cat. She did her own thing, she didn’t need you, but yet she did. Her meow wasn’t a typical cat meow either; there’s no way I can describe it, but they were soft and quiet yet expressive. I remember how she jumped up onto things… the way she cleared things made her look like she just effortlessly glided up there; it was so cool to watch. Of course, there was the time she decided to jump onto the railing around the landing at the top of the stairs… then decided to take the flying leap of the railing, down to the tile floor some 15′ down! (she was fine, and of course never did it again). I’ll remember her most tho for being one of the most obsessive cats I’ve ever known… constantly needing to lick and clean things, especially Estella. She was also rather obsessive about being on things, especially cardboard and boxes (see the picture. There’s a box! I must sit on it!!!). You couldn’t leave a piece of paper on the floor without her deciding she had to be on top of it. I know all cats do that sort of thing, but she took it to a whole new level. 🙂
Yo-yo… we’re going to miss you. Thank you for being a part of our lives.
Down – “Stone the Crow”
Rolling Stone had a slideshow on the 10 Worst Songs from the 1980’s. Coming in at #4, Wham’s “Wake Me Up Before You Go Go”.
There was a blurb in the article that stood out to me:
What’s with the “Choose Life” shirts in the video? I always thought it was a pro-life message, but it turns out the shirt’s designer is pro-choice and it relates to respecting life by shunning violence and war.
If you choose life, wouldn’t that mean you’d also want to choose to respect the life of that yet-to-be-born baby?
In the world of Cub Scouting, is there anything bigger than Pinewood Derby? I think not!
Browsing around The Art of Manliness website (cool site, BTW), I saw their post on “How To Build a Pinewood Derby Car“. It brought up memories, both old and recent.
As a Kid
When I was a Cub Scout, Pinewood Derby was THE event of the year. I remember working with my Dad, building the car, but the performance was horrible. So the next year we tried again. Now we did note that we never got the built-weight up to the 5.0 ounce limit, so they were always taping pennies onto our car… which blew the way it looked and it still didn’t perform all that well.
Little did I know how much Dad was paying attention.
My third year at it my Dad got serious. We made a different design, putting more weight into the car and towards the back. The wood block was cut in a wedge design with very little wood up front (in front of the “drivers slot”). Then I recall we dug around in the junk buckets in at the workbench to find weight that would work, such as a large nut. We drilled out holes in the bottom of the car and puttied the weights in there. One thing I was particularly proud of at the time was while Dad was at work I was digging for more weights and found this dome-shaped hunk of metal. I took the hacksaw to the post it was on, stuck it into the “drivers slot” and then painted it. It looked just like a driver with his helmet and goggles all hunkered down behind the wheel. I thought that was so cool (I wish I still had the car and could show a picture here). I just remember thinking how cool and clever I was, because it was functional but also artistic. 🙂
We worked hard to make that great racer and I remember coming in third place. I also remember that I actually came in first place, but the Dad’s manning the finish line didn’t get things right and the one Dad that recovered my car didn’t speak up so I just got shoved into 3rd place. Oh well, it didn’t bother me much because in the end I was just happy to have made a car that worked well — and did it with my Dad.
As an Adult
So then my sons do Cub Scouts. Pinewood Derby in our Pack was different. They opted to do away with “first, second, third” place finishing and so on. Why? Because it had gotten out of hand. Apparently the year before I joined the Pack, they had some incident where some Dad was outside yelling at the Pack leaders, threatening to sue, and just generally going stupid about the whole thing. As volunteers, the leadership didn’t need nor want the grief, so they just did away with it — it was no longer a competition, it was an “exhibition” race. Part of me did not like that because it just reeked of the wussification of America, because well… learning how to deal with loss and learning how to be a gracious and humble winner is very much a part of life and character building to become a well-adjusted adult. But by the same token, I could totally understand not wanting all the hell and hassle. And as one leader pointed out to me, it didn’t really matter. In the end, the kids all know who has the fastest car, who has the coolest car, they’ll still cry if their car doesn’t do well, you’ll still have one kid that needs to learn what “gracious winner” is, and so on. So in the end, the dynamics really remain.
Plus, it got rid of the micromanagement of rules, and I think it also encouraged more “let the boy do the work”. Since Dad didn’t have to go nuts trying to over-engineer the car, we didn’t sweat things too much. Sure we encouraged everyone to follow the rules, to mind some level of guidelines so things didn’t get stupid, but hey, if someone wanted to go full-stupid they could, but to what gain or end? I think in the end it generally worked out better for the boys.
Because….
In reading that Art of Manliness article, the article itself was pretty straightforward and had reasonable tips. Back before the Internet, you had to learn these things and pass these coveted secrets down. But now, just a Google search away. Then as I read some of the comments, it just bothered me the level to which some of these Dads went with things. But then, that’s them, that’s not me, and in the end that’s OK.
I couldn’t comment on the article since it’s old and comments were closed, but after reading through it all I could only think of one thing:
What do you want to teach your son?
If you want to teach him about engineering, friction, physics, and so on? Sure, over-engineer the daylights out of it! In fact, if you’re in to Scouts for the long haul, plan the lesson over the course of his entire Cub Scout career, letting the first year perhaps be a loser year, then doing it better each year so he can see first-hand how it all works and goes. That’s a lot of long-term planning, but could be a bigger and better life lesson.
Do you want to teach them about winning and losing? About competition? About sportsmanship? About wood working?
In the end, you have to remember: this is for him, not you (and yes, suggestions of having a “Dad’s Race” or “Open Class” are good ways for leaders, siblings, and over-achieving Dads to have THEIR fun). Figure out what you want him to get out of it, then pursue that goal. Scouting is about building character, developing leaders. Work to help your son towards that end.
Thanx, Dad. 🙂
Homeowner arrested after suspected burglar shot in the leg
The householder in his 60s, named locally as Malcolm White, is believed to have fired on one of two raiders who tried to break into his home in Whitbourne, Hertfordshire.
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Family friend Barbara McKenzie said Mr White and his wife Josie were watching TV when they heard someone breaking their living room window on Wednesday evening.
‘Malcolm got his shotgun and apparently fired at one of the burglars.
‘Everyone here supports Malcolm completely,’ she added.
Yes… this is in the country formerly known as “Great” Britain.
Of course, we don’t know the full story, maybe there’s more to it, but in Britain? Unlikely…. because there, criminals now have more rights than law-abiding citizens. Two hoodlums break into the elderly man’s home, the man defends himself and his wife, and for that he gets charged with attempted murder and arrested.
Can someone explain to me how this man is a criminal, and not a hero?
Bass-ackwards.