<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:27:19.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zlog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-1920061513835180104</id><published>2008-10-08T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:33:02.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog now moved</title><content type='html'>This is my old AOL blog, moved here in October 2008 when AOL abandoned blogs. These posts are from 2006 and earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new miscellany blog: &lt;a href="http://mikekr.blogspot.com"&gt;Truncated Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new bicycling blog: &lt;a href="http://zbicyclist.blogspot.com"&gt;ZBicyclist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-1920061513835180104?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/1920061513835180104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=1920061513835180104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1920061513835180104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1920061513835180104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-now-moved.html' title='Blog now moved'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-1105583733411845543</id><published>2006-09-28T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technorati Profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.technorati.com/claim/6yndxgntez"&gt;http://www.technorati.com/claim/6yndxgntez&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.technorati.com/claim/6yndxgntez"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-1105583733411845543?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/1105583733411845543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=1105583733411845543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1105583733411845543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1105583733411845543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/technorati-profile.html' title='Technorati Profile'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-5315763368824807322</id><published>2006-09-22T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cablevision's Lustgarten Proves the Afterlife Exists</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;The Wall Street Journal reports on September 22, 2006 that "Cablevision awarded options to a vice chairman (Marc Lustgarten) after his 1999 death but backdated them to make it appear they were awarded when he was still alive."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This would seem to undercut the argument that stock options are incentives for future management performance.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;But, on second glance, this is proof that there is life after death. Why would such a greedy group of men as the average telecommunications upper management team share the options bounty unless Lustgarten had, in return, something he could provide?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;One can imagine Marley appearing to Scrooge, not to ask him to reform, but to ask him for 666,666 options at $6.66 a share, backdated to 6/6/1866.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;In return, Marley might hint at solar storms or meteors&amp;nbsp;disrupting sattelite TV&amp;nbsp;transmissions, lightning strikes or floods at telephone switching centers, and perhaps plagues of boils inflicted on municipal officials who don't&amp;nbsp;yet see the same clear vision of the future that Cablevision Systems Corporation does.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The&amp;nbsp;occasional plague of locusts might distract media attention&amp;nbsp;when weak quarterly earnings were reported.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;If Lustgarten (and I love that last name for a corporate executive) could arrange for congressmen to have visits from their "guardian angels", his options might be quite cost-effective relative to the standard methods of lobbying. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So, I find in this story hope for a better life in the hereafter. Maybe I should post this on Beliefnet.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-5315763368824807322?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5315763368824807322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=5315763368824807322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5315763368824807322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5315763368824807322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/cablevision-lustgarten-proves-afterlife.html' title='Cablevision&amp;#39;s Lustgarten Proves the Afterlife Exists'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-3412086802676767881</id><published>2006-09-16T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to get hit by a car? Wear a helmet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;That headline is one of many comments in response to a study by Ian Walker. The study has been getting a lot of attention in the bicycling community, but is basically junk science. Let’s start with a condensed version of the press release:&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;“&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;Drivers pass closer when overtaking cyclists wearing helmets than when overtaking bare-headed cyclists, increasing the risk of a collision, the research has found.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Dr Ian Walker, a traffic psychologist from the University of Bath in the UK, used a bicycle fitted with a computer and an ultrasonic distance sensor to record data from over 2,500 overtaking motorists in Salisbury and Bristol. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P style="MARGIN-LEFT: 30pt; MARGIN-RIGHT: 30pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Dr Walker, who was struck by a bus and a truck in the course of the experiment, spent half the time wearing a cycle helmet and half the time bare-headed. He was wearing the helmet both times he was struck.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P style="MARGIN-LEFT: 30pt; MARGIN-RIGHT: 30pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;He found that drivers were as much as twice as likely to get particularly close to the bicycle when he was wearing the helmet. Drivers passed an average of 3 inches closer with the helmet than without &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P style="MARGIN-LEFT: 30pt; MARGIN-RIGHT: 30pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;The research has been accepted for publication in the journal Accident Analysis &amp;amp; Prevention.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P style="MARGIN-LEFT: 30pt; MARGIN-RIGHT: 30pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;"This study shows that when drivers overtake a cyclist, the margin for error they leave is affected by the cyclist's appearance," said Dr Walker, from the University's Department of Psychology.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P style="MARGIN-LEFT: 30pt; MARGIN-RIGHT: 30pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;"By leaving the cyclist less room, drivers reduce the safety margin that cyclists need to deal with obstacles in the road, such as drain covers and potholes, as well as the margin for error in their own judgements.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;To test another theory, Dr Walker donned a long wig to see whether there was any difference in passing distance when drivers thought they were overtaking what appeared to be a female cyclist.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P style="MARGIN-LEFT: 30pt; MARGIN-RIGHT: 30pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Whilst wearing the wig, drivers gave him an average of 5.5 inches more space when passing.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P style="MARGIN-LEFT: 30pt; MARGIN-RIGHT: 30pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Junk science?&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P style="MARGIN-LEFT: 30pt; MARGIN-RIGHT: 30pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;While this article has gotten wide publicity in the cycling community, it’s basically junk science. It’s good for stimulating conversation, but that’s about it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;1. &lt;U&gt;Experimenter bias is likely&lt;/U&gt;. Walker’s hypothesis is that drivers are subconsciously making judgments about how close they can pass.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;But then he goes and does all the experimentation using himself as a subject.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It is well known that an experimenter who knows what results he wants, or what results he should get, can unconsciously influence the outcome. That’s been known for decades, and if he is a research psychologist he would have learned this in the first introductory research methods course. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 30pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;This might occur quite easily. One of the cues cyclist give off is how straight a line they maintain versus how wobbly they are. Did he wobble more when he was farther out in the lane, perhaps because he was unfamiliar with being out that far? Did he do the conditions in a certain order, so he was more relaxed with the equipment as he went along? Lots of things can happen, which is why you usually wouldn’t use yourself as the only subject.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 30pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;2. &lt;U&gt;How bad of a cyclist is he?&lt;/U&gt; In the course of the study, he was hit twice.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;This is in about 200 miles of cycling. This is an incredibly high accident rate, which indicates that something other than normal cycling behavior is going on.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 30pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;3. &lt;U&gt;Incredible labeling.&lt;/U&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Walker sometimes rode with a wig in order to gauge motorists reactions to female cyclists. But there’s more to being a female cyclist than just long hair, and looking at Walker’s picture it seems more likely he was measuring the response to cyclists with long hair. But he persists in the article in insisting this indicates something about being female. Why?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 30pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 30pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;The managerial version of the published study is at &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.drianwalker.com/overtaking/overtakingprobrief.pdf"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;http://www.drianwalker.com/overtaking/overtakingprobrief.pdf&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 30pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;The press release from Walker can be found at &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.eurekalert.org/pub_releases/2006-09/uob-wah091106.php"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;http://www.eurekalert.org/pub_releases/2006-09/uob-wah091106.php&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 30pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Dr. Ian Walker's picture is below. How feminine is he with a wig?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P style="MARGIN-LEFT: 30pt; MARGIN-RIGHT: 30pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://www.eurekalert.org/multimedia/pub/web/1834_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-3412086802676767881?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/3412086802676767881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=3412086802676767881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3412086802676767881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3412086802676767881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/want-to-get-hit-by-car-wear-helmet.html' title='Want to get hit by a car? Wear a helmet!'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-518188609392248281</id><published>2006-09-15T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who picked these holidays, anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Here's next year's holidays at the company I work for:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;New Year's&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Monday, January 1&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Memorial Day &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Monday, May 28&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Independence Day&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wednesday, July 4&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Labor Day &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Monday, September 3 &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Thanksgiving &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: navy"&gt; 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Tuesday, December 25&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;New Years Eve&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Monday, December 31&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;These are pretty standard, but there's one interesting thing about them. Of the 8 holidays, 5 of them are bad weather holidays. Only 3 have decent weather (Memorial Day, July 4th, and Labor Day). &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;What were we thinking?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-518188609392248281?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/518188609392248281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=518188609392248281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/518188609392248281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/518188609392248281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/who-picked-these-holidays-anyway.html' title='Who picked these holidays, anyway?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-5002383907071029786</id><published>2006-09-14T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Our character is measured by our desires.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=NewOrder color=#0ba9ad size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 26pt; COLOR: #0ba9ad; FONT-FAMILY: NewOrder"&gt;“Our character is measured by our desires."&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT face=NewOrder color=#777777 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #777777; FONT-FAMILY: NewOrder"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=NewOrder color=#777777 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #777777; FONT-FAMILY: NewOrder"&gt;Emanuel Swedenborg&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=NewOrder color=#777777 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: #777777; FONT-FAMILY: NewOrder"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; from the ARCANA COELESTIA 5128&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=NewOrder color=#777777 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: #777777; FONT-FAMILY: NewOrder"&gt;Interesting to contrast this with basic Buddhist philosophy:&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;FONT face=NewOrder color=#777777 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: #777777; FONT-FAMILY: NewOrder"&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Suffering is universal, &lt;LI&gt;It is caused by desire and yearning &lt;LI&gt;Suffering can be prevented and overcome and &lt;LI&gt;Eradication of desires can lead to removal of suffering. &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;P&gt;(from &lt;A href="http://www.hindunet.org/avatars/buddha/index.htm"&gt;http://www.hindunet.org/avatars/buddha/index.htm&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;but available in many places)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Swedenborg is a bit more optimistic: in his view, we can't really eliminate desires so much as focus desires -- focusing on the desire to do good, the love of the use (desire to be of service), and the love of God.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=NewOrder color=#777777 size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: #777777; FONT-FAMILY: NewOrder"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-5002383907071029786?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5002383907071029786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=5002383907071029786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5002383907071029786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5002383907071029786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/our-character-is-measured-by-our.html' title='“Our character is measured by our desires.”'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-8088717708739118843</id><published>2006-09-14T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading skills of tech support</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Actual correspondence with regard to equipment for an "absolutely top priority" project:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;August 09, Dan:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Attached is an exception request requesting two 500Gb external hard drives.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Sept 13: Dan:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Steve, an external hard drive was delivered to me today. My exception request was for two 500Gb drives. I received one 80Gb drive. Do you know what happened?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Sept 13: Steve, Tech VP:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sorry, Dan, the people who transcribed the request form got 300 Gb from the exception request form and not 500Gb. Send back the incorrect part and we'll try to get the right one ordered and delivered.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;So, we asked for TWO 500Gb drives. This was "transcribed" to ONE 300Gb drive, and they sent an 80Gb drive --&amp;nbsp;five weeks&amp;nbsp;later.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Best Buy has larger drives (600Gb) for $349 with one day delivery, or available for pickup at 4 of their stores within 10 miles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;The worst part is, there's a decent chance that when Dan returns the 80Gb drive, there will be further disruption because he didn't return the 300Gb drive.&amp;nbsp; There's also a decent likelihood we will have to go through the whole approval process again.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-8088717708739118843?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/8088717708739118843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=8088717708739118843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8088717708739118843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8088717708739118843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/reading-skills-of-tech-support.html' title='Reading skills of tech support'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-1354386203169888824</id><published>2006-09-11T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Uranus really named for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;The planet Uranus, forever the butt of jokes, might have had a different name.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"William Herschel tried to name his new planet ``Georgium Sidus" for King George III, but the international astronomy community would have none of that, calling it Uranus instead." writes Owen Gingerich in the Boston Globe &lt;A href="http://www.boston.com/news/globe/ideas/articles/2006/09/03/planet_politics/?page=full"&gt;http://www.boston.com/news/globe/ideas/articles/2006/09/03/planet_politics/?page=full&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Given that George III has been the butt of many jokes in America, that's not surprising.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The recent controversey about Pluto has brought many of these jokes back out of the closet. Consider today's Brewster Rocket comic:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Sorry O-Dor, the other planets voted that Uranus jokes don't get old."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;O-dor: "You mean the planet formerly known as Uranus. We got a corporate sponsor to buy naming rights to our planet. No longer will Uranus be the butt of jokes."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Who is your sponsor?"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;O-Dor: "Preparation H"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.comicspage.com/brewster/brewster.html"&gt;http://www.comicspage.com/brewster/brewster.html&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This will be my fourth mention to Uranus being the butt of jokes, so perhaps it's time to end this entry.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-1354386203169888824?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/1354386203169888824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=1354386203169888824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1354386203169888824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1354386203169888824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/who-is-uranus-really-named-for.html' title='Who is Uranus really named for?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-5507238087135673048</id><published>2006-09-07T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Wine Goes with Peanut Butter and Jelly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Bill Daley, in the&amp;nbsp;Chicago Tribune's food section, ponders the issue of what wine to serve with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/features/food/chi-0609060019sep06,1,1620992.column?coll=chi-leisuregoodeating-hed&amp;amp;ctrack=1&amp;amp;cset=true"&gt;http://www.chicagotribune.com/features/food/chi-0609060019sep06,1,1620992.column?coll=chi-leisuregoodeating-hed&amp;amp;ctrack=1&amp;amp;cset=true&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;A top entry is this one:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Rare Wine Co. Madeira Boston Bual&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Made from the bual wine grape, this Madeira is an especially pleasing tribute to the city of Boston (a major consumer of Madeira back in colonial days) plenty of oak, leather, figs and spice. The wine gave the peanut butter a boost and some tasters thought it added kick to the jelly, too. $40 (3 corkscrews)"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I sent this to a colleague in France, who has just been over for some collaboration. During that time, the phrase "peanut butter sample" came up, as a description of a particular type of statistical sampling philosophy. He'd never had peanut butter, so another colleague introduced him.&amp;nbsp; His French palate was unimpressed, probably similar to an American trying that Australian concoction, Vegemite.&amp;nbsp; Now he will truly think Americans have no taste buds.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;A $40 wine is great with PB&amp;amp;J -- especially if you leave out the PB&amp;amp;J.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;But even PB&amp;amp;J can go upscale: "Chef Grant Achatz's take on "PB&amp;amp;J," a single peeled grape coated with peanut butter and wrapped in the thinnest toast wafer, was a sensation when the Lincoln Park restaurant [Alinea]&amp;nbsp;opened in May 2005.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Joseph Catterson, Alinea's wine director and sommelier, approached that PB&amp;amp;J with a half-dozen possible pairings before deciding a glass of Sercial "Charleston" Madeira "&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Now THAT sounds more French!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-5507238087135673048?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5507238087135673048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=5507238087135673048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5507238087135673048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5507238087135673048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-wine-goes-with-peanut-butter-and.html' title='What Wine Goes with Peanut Butter and Jelly?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-5811436564960009391</id><published>2006-09-06T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death, Where Is Thy Stingray?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Yes, that's the actual title of a memorial article on Steve Irwin, the crocodile hunter, on SOMA&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.somareview.com/deathwhereisthystingray.cfm"&gt;http://www.somareview.com/deathwhereisthystingray.cfm&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;repeated on Beliefnet:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.beliefnet.com/nllp/Inspiration.aspx?WT.mc_id=Inspiration03&amp;amp;date=09-06-2006"&gt;http://www.beliefnet.com/nllp/Inspiration.aspx?WT.mc_id=Inspiration03&amp;amp;date=09-06-2006&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I don't get cable, so my exposure to Steve Irwin was limited. Still, I don't think he'd mind the joke much. Probably would tell it himself, if he could.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-5811436564960009391?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5811436564960009391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=5811436564960009391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5811436564960009391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5811436564960009391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/death-where-is-thy-stingray.html' title='Death, Where Is Thy Stingray?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-4600205340424201956</id><published>2006-09-05T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toyota Prius tops 500,000 mark</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I bought a Prius earlier this summer. I hesitated because (1) I hate spending that much money on an asset that depreciates, and (2) I really wanted to wait until the technology was proven in a larger number of cars.&amp;nbsp; I bought a Ford Windstar the first year out, and let's just say it was lucky for me I got the extended warranty.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;But Toyota has sold a lot of these. According to &lt;A href="http://www.toyota.com/movingforward/2006/july/prius.html?url=image_button"&gt;http://www.toyota.com/movingforward/2006/july/prius.html?url=image_button&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;they've now sold over half a million, over half of these in the U.S.&amp;nbsp; This (and the good quality reputation) have made me feel better about the purchase.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-4600205340424201956?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4600205340424201956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=4600205340424201956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4600205340424201956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4600205340424201956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/toyota-prius-tops-500000-mark.html' title='Toyota Prius tops 500,000 mark'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-4626725306727868727</id><published>2006-09-01T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany interested in Czech territory again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Der Spiegel reports with some glee&amp;nbsp;that a right wing group in Germany&amp;nbsp;has been trying to attract young people with&amp;nbsp;a campaign&amp;nbsp;featuring an attractive woman and the slogan "Germany is hot" (Deutsch Ist Geil!)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Problem #1: The young woman is actually Czech. An attractive Czech model, but still a Czech. Not ... a ... German.&amp;nbsp; Didn't this issue get settled in the 1940's?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Problem #2: The image is "hot" in more than one way -- as in stolen.&amp;nbsp;The owners of the image are starting legal action for copyright infringement.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://service.spiegel.de/cache/international/0,1518,434760,00.html"&gt;http://service.spiegel.de/cache/international/0,1518,434760,00.html&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-4626725306727868727?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4626725306727868727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=4626725306727868727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4626725306727868727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4626725306727868727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/germany-interested-in-czech-territory.html' title='Germany interested in Czech territory again?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-6419887093830291856</id><published>2006-08-29T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should Bush debate Iran?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060829/pl_nm/nuclear_iran_dc_92"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060829/pl_nm/nuclear_iran_dc_92&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"TEHRAN (Reuters) - President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad on Tuesday challenged&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; President Bush to a televised debate and voiced defiance as a deadline neared for&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Iran to halt work the West fears is a step toward building nuclear bombs. "&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;My guess: Ahmadinejad will offer to put Iran's nuclear capacity in a lockbox.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;He can get a deal on cheap lockboxes from Al Gore.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-6419887093830291856?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/6419887093830291856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=6419887093830291856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6419887093830291856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6419887093830291856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/08/should-bush-debate-iran.html' title='Should Bush debate Iran?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-1926218613255760933</id><published>2006-08-22T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Onion fact-checks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I was interviewed by a free-lance writer earlier this year, who didn't get proper contact information from me. I'm quoting from his request:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;" The editors I'm working with need contact information for&lt;BR&gt;people I'm quoting, just for fact-checking purposes. Can I get phone&lt;BR&gt;numbers from : Joe ____, Dave ___, Mike Kruger. I moved all the way up here and then realized I didn't have their info. My fault entirely. ... I've got a good shot&lt;BR&gt;at getting this ... story published in a local magazine this&lt;BR&gt;fall. .... I've recently moved to Madison to take a job with the Onion."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Is he hinting I'm about to be in The Onion? Surely he can't. That would&amp;nbsp;mean The Onion does fact-checking! I thought that was the type of thing only the Boston Globe and the New York Times and such did&amp;nbsp; -- or maybe now it is only The Onion that fact-checks?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Of course, I didn't see anyone else with this story:&amp;nbsp; &lt;A href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/51848"&gt;http://www.theonion.com/content/node/51848&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;UPDATE: Scott informs me that, while he works for The Onion, the story is being written for a Chicago-area magazine.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-1926218613255760933?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/1926218613255760933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=1926218613255760933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1926218613255760933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1926218613255760933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/08/onion-fact-checks.html' title='The Onion fact-checks?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-1997877444325358274</id><published>2006-08-21T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's depressing statistic: beating only Turkey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;"A survey of 32 European countries, the US and Japan has revealed that only Turkey is less willing than the US to accept evolution as fact."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;(Jeff Hecht article&amp;nbsp;in &lt;STRONG&gt;New Scientist &lt;/STRONG&gt;based on surveys by Jon Miller of Michigan State University)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg19125653.700?DCMP=NLC-nletter&amp;amp;nsref=mg19125653.700"&gt;http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg19125653.700?DCMP=NLC-nletter&amp;amp;nsref=mg19125653.700&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Even though the average American has more years of education than when Miller began his surveys 20 years ago, the percentage of people in the country who accept the idea of evolution has declined from 45 in 1985 to 40 in 2005 (&lt;I&gt;Science&lt;/I&gt;, vol 313, p 765). That's despite a series of widely publicised advances in genetics, including genetic sequencing, which shows strong overlap of the human genome with those of chimpanzees and mice."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-1997877444325358274?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/1997877444325358274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=1997877444325358274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1997877444325358274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1997877444325358274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-depressing-statistic-beating-only.html' title='Today&amp;#39;s depressing statistic: beating only Turkey.'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-76626336389069898</id><published>2006-08-12T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More proof there's no response to gas prices</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I'd earlier noted that while the majority of people SAID they were cutting down on gasoline usage, gasoline usage was actually up slightly. [ http://journals.aol.com/mikekr/ZbicyclistsZlog/entries/2006/08/09/watch-what-we-do-not-what-we-say/783 ]&lt;P&gt;Here's more proof Americans are still only talking, not acting from this Pittsburgh Post-Gazette editorial: &lt;P&gt;"The Environmental Protection Agency reports that 2006 model vehicles sold in the U.S. average a tepid 21 miles per gallon, the same as in 2005. ... &lt;P&gt;For all the fuss about increased energy costs and Middle East turmoil, the 2006 fleet average for all makers is 5 percent below the peak of 22.1 mpg all the way back in 1987-88. Despite a worsening energy picture, fuel economy seems to be locked in reverse."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-76626336389069898?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/76626336389069898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=76626336389069898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/76626336389069898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/76626336389069898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-proof-there-no-response-to-gas.html' title='More proof there&amp;#39;s no response to gas prices'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-8495366937888535183</id><published>2006-08-12T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Floyd Landis -- my theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I bicycle a lot, but don't race. Oh, I've gotten a day license for a cyclo-cross race or two, but I'm much too slow to dream. With 30% below normal lung capacity due to sarcoidosis there's not much hope of competing with my age group.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Nevertheless, I follow racing a bit, and acquaintances ask me what I think happened with Floyd Landis. Here's my theory.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Only a tiny bit separates first from not-first at the top level of competition, and that difference is worth a lot of money. Plus, there are a lot of races, and so there's a lot of need to recover as fast as possible.&amp;nbsp; Under these conditions, there are huge temptations to cheat.&amp;nbsp; It's also hard and expensive to test. The testing protocols are statistical, and even the first level test for the A samples cost $300 each, so the testing is hardly continuous. At low levels of drug, the type that fly below the testing radar, you probably aren't doing much damage to your body (relative to what you are already doing by a career as a professional athlete).&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So, temptation$ plus low likelihood of being caught plus little physical risk... that adds up to a high likelihood that there is a lot of cheating. There's evidence posted on this site &lt;A href="http://www.cycling4all.com/index.php?content=d_news12.php"&gt;http://www.cycling4all.com/index.php?content=d_news12.php&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;that cycling and baseball have the highest rates of positive drug results.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;U&gt;Without any evidence whatever&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;, I would guess that Landis was taking a complicated pattern of doping with testosterone (perhaps to improve recovery) and then adding epitestosterone as a masking agent to hide this (since the screener, $300 test, measures whether the ratio of testosterone to epitestosterone is above 4:1).&amp;nbsp; In Landis's disappointment at finishing stage 16 so poorly, and perhaps because he had too much alcohol to drown his sorrows, he did not follow this regime to the letter. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The next day, he may have realized this might have been the case, which is why he drank so much water during the stage (a count of 70 water bottles either drunk or poured over his body was noted).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This may have been an attempt to flush. In addition, a rider from the T-Mobile team drafted him during his entire ride, up until the final climb. The T-Mobile rider wasn't helping Floyd because his teammate Kloden was one of Floyd's rivals. The T-Mobile rider was trying to hang on to Floyd in hopes of having morestrength at the end and winning the stage in the final sprint.&amp;nbsp; If so, Floyd would have had only a 1 in 70 chance of being tested (they test the winner, the leader, and two other random individuals) and would probably have gotten away with it.&amp;nbsp; But the T-Mobile rider couldn't hang on and Floyd was tested.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So, my guess is Floyd was moderately doping, but messed up and got caught.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-8495366937888535183?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/8495366937888535183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=8495366937888535183' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8495366937888535183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8495366937888535183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/08/floyd-landis-my-theory.html' title='Floyd Landis -- my theory'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-7275178889723050192</id><published>2006-08-12T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who advertises to those with empty Inboxes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE height=130 cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width="100%" border=0&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD width=6&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;P&gt;I just cleared out all the messages from an e-mail account I seldom use. It's mostly used to provide an e-mail address when I'd really just as soon not provide one, and mostly accumulates spam. After clearing it out, I&amp;nbsp;re-checked the in-box to be sure it was empty. 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Free Profile!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;This makes sense, now that I think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-7275178889723050192?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/7275178889723050192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=7275178889723050192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/7275178889723050192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/7275178889723050192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/08/who-advertises-to-those-with-empty.html' title='Who advertises to those with empty Inboxes?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-911666784279024991</id><published>2006-08-09T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch what we do, not what we say</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Today's fun pair of facts, from the New York Times&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/09/us/09gas.html?_r=1&amp;amp;th&amp;amp;emc=th&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/09/us/09gas.html?_r=1&amp;amp;th&amp;amp;emc=th&amp;amp;oref=slogin&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"In the Pew Research survey of 1,182 Americans — 1,048 of them drivers — 55 percent said they were driving less because of the recent increases in gasoline prices. The poll, taken from June 20 to July 16, had a margin of sampling error of plus or minus three percentage points. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Yet Americans’ overall gasoline appetite has barely budged. Total use this year is up about one-half percent to 1 percent compared with 2005, according to federal figures — a slower rate of growth than in the past, but hardly the mark of a nation with its foot fully on the brake."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-911666784279024991?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/911666784279024991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=911666784279024991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/911666784279024991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/911666784279024991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/08/watch-what-we-do-not-what-we-say.html' title='Watch what we do, not what we say'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-9089695719906409288</id><published>2006-08-07T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are not alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Today's fun fact, from Dannon:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Did you know you have over 100 trillion bacteria cells living in your body right now?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;In fact, you have about 10 times the number of bacteria in your intestinal tract as you do cells in your entire body!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;(OK, that's two facts.)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-9089695719906409288?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/9089695719906409288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=9089695719906409288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/9089695719906409288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/9089695719906409288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-not-alone.html' title='You are not alone'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-6562452621962037956</id><published>2006-08-07T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase reluctant to give me my money, part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;This instance is less important, but this time we also include a comparison to another bank.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Some 12-15 years ago I purchased some state of Illinois bonds from First Chicago (now JP Morgan Chase). At some point, they sold the rights to service some of these bonds to US Bank in Minnesota.&amp;nbsp; Two bonds matured this year on the same day, August 1, one from JP Morgan Chase and the other from US Bank.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I mailed them both, registered, on Friday July 28.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I mailed one to US Bank in St. Paul, MN. I received a check Wednesday, August 2, which is as soon as it would be possible to receive a check. That's good service.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I mailed the other to JP Morgan Chase in Chicago.&amp;nbsp; I just received the check today, August 7th -- 5 days later. Where has this check been? It's been on a long tour. I mailed the bond to Chicago.&amp;nbsp; The check was issued in Dallas. The check was mailed from zip code 35210, somewhere in Alabama. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The net effect of this cross-country tour is that a bond that should have been paid out August 1 gets paid out August 8th -- one week later&amp;nbsp;(since the banks are already closed tonight -- it&amp;nbsp;won't be credited until tomorrow even if I use an ATM).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This is called cash flow management.&amp;nbsp; I know what it's called, but I don't have to like it.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Earlier installments of this series:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/mikekr/ZbicyclistsZlog/entries/2006/07/04/chase-reluctant-to-give-me-my-money-part-2/772"&gt;http://journals.aol.com/mikekr/ZbicyclistsZlog/entries/2006/07/04/chase-reluctant-to-give-me-my-money-part-2/772&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/mikekr/ZbicyclistsZlog/entries/750"&gt;http://journals.aol.com/mikekr/ZbicyclistsZlog/entries/750&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The obvious question is: when am I going to move banks? It's a pain to move an account -- especially one with several automated payments.&amp;nbsp; So, I only want to do it once. The nearest US Bank branch is 3.5 miles away, which is possible. Maybe I've found a candidate.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-6562452621962037956?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/6562452621962037956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=6562452621962037956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6562452621962037956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6562452621962037956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/08/chase-reluctant-to-give-me-my-money.html' title='Chase reluctant to give me my money, part 3'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-6175277100585493026</id><published>2006-08-05T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Synergy -- or sometimes that pile of parts comes in handy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;Sometimes all that crap in my basement comes in handy.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;I went into REI to get some camping stuff. They were having their "garage sale", which basically is a bunch of broken stuff cheap.&amp;nbsp; They had a nice Blackburn floor pump with a built-in gage for $10.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;The problem was that the head was broken, making the pump useless. I remembered I had kept the hose and head off an old pump. I had once fixed that old pump by getting one of those pump repair kits that comes with the appropriate hardware (e.g. fitting and hose clamp), and had put it "somewhere".&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Lo and behold, I quickly found the old hose and head, and fixed the pump to working order in less than five minutes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Now, if only I could figure out what to do with the rest of the crap.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-6175277100585493026?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/6175277100585493026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=6175277100585493026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6175277100585493026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6175277100585493026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/08/synergy-or-sometimes-that-pile-of-parts.html' title='Synergy -- or sometimes that pile of parts comes in handy.'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-5011946868367095330</id><published>2006-08-04T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lest bicyclists get too sanctimonious about drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT lang=0 face=Arial size=2 PTSIZE="10" FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;Interestingly, in a Velonews article on Floyd Landis's problems (testing positive for testosterone doping at the Tour de France) there's a Google ad -- for testosterone usable for doping!&amp;nbsp; Velonews probably just agrees to let Google post ads in this area and has no control over their content. Google just matches up key words. The result is, unfortunately, embarrassing.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;The ad's in the lower left corner of the picture. The screen print transferred poorly to this journal page, due to AOL's limits on the size of images.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I wrote Velonews about this, but they didn't reply and it wasn't one of the letters to the editor they posted on the website.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-5011946868367095330?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5011946868367095330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=5011946868367095330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5011946868367095330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5011946868367095330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/08/lest-bicyclists-get-too-sanctimonious.html' title='Lest bicyclists get too sanctimonious about drugs'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-3115674259393467433</id><published>2006-07-28T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicyclists are a drain on the environment?? #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Now I'm actually reading the article, and there are some interesting little &lt;BR&gt;facts along the way.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;There's also a discussion on rec.bicycles.misc here:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://groups.google.com/group/rec.bicycles.misc/browse_frm/thread/a6a739a9a02b0b59/37366830108b9b3a?hl=en#37366830108b9b3a"&gt;http://groups.google.com/group/rec.bicycles.misc/browse_frm/thread/a6a739a9a02b0b59/37366830108b9b3a?hl=en#37366830108b9b3a&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Some of those facts:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Average automobile in US uses 3.8 MJ/km. This is substantially higher than &lt;BR&gt;the average for the OECD countries of 2.5 MJ/km. So, roughly speaking, if we &lt;BR&gt;drove the smaller, more efficient vehicles common elsewhere in the developed &lt;BR&gt;world we could drive just as far just as often and still use one-third less &lt;BR&gt;gasoline.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A person on a bicycle uses 17kJ/km directly, or 77kJ/km in terms of food &lt;BR&gt;energy (since the ratio of work done to food energy consumed is about 22%). &lt;BR&gt;The energy required to produce, process, and transform the food is 5.75 &lt;BR&gt;times greater than the energy in the food, so the total energy cost is about &lt;BR&gt;0.44MJ/km, or about 1/6 to 1/9th that of the automobile.&amp;nbsp; There's a lot of &lt;BR&gt;difference between 17kj and 440kj, which might explain some of the &lt;BR&gt;discrepancies in some of the discussions on this newsgroup over time over &lt;BR&gt;the food energy cost of cycling.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Several dozen studies show exercise expenditure of 4.2 mJ/wk (about 1000 &lt;BR&gt;kcal, or what we usually call 1000 calories) is associated with a reduction &lt;BR&gt;in all-cause mortality.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The fatality rate (from accidents) is assumed to be 12 times as high per &lt;BR&gt;kilometer for cycling as for driving. Fatalities, of course, lower future &lt;BR&gt;energy consumption.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Increasing logevity does not change end-of-life healthcare requirements, but &lt;BR&gt;extends the healthy years.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Ulrich's conclusion is that bicycling that replaces automobile use (even if &lt;BR&gt;you still own the automobile) lowers total per capita energy consumption &lt;BR&gt;from all sources by -.005 (i.e. half of 1%), even allowing for the increased &lt;BR&gt;energy used by living longer.&amp;nbsp; 0.5% is well within the error range of his &lt;BR&gt;analysis, so the effect could be zero.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;However, if your biking kilometers don't replace automotive use, you don't &lt;BR&gt;save energy, but still live longer. Therefore your energy use increases by &lt;BR&gt;.037 (3.7%)&amp;nbsp; This makes sense -- many of us have noted that driving to a &lt;BR&gt;ride uses up energy rather than saves it.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Electric scooters or electric bicycles have similar energy patterns and &lt;BR&gt;fatality patterns as a bicycle (they just use electricity instead of food), &lt;BR&gt;but don't increase longevity. Therefore, they have a more positive impact on &lt;BR&gt;energy use over a lifetime.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As others have noted, Ulrich assumes the cyclist still owns the same number &lt;BR&gt;of vehicles so he misses the energy benefits of not manufacturing the car. &lt;BR&gt;Are there a lot of such people with "one less car" in their household (who &lt;BR&gt;aren't posting on this newsgroup)? Is there an estimate somewhere of how &lt;BR&gt;many? If there were such an estimate, this could be factored in.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;All in all, the study documents its assumptions and is presented in a clear &lt;BR&gt;manner and is worth a look.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Earl wondered who paid for the research. The paper doesn't say, but Ulrich &lt;BR&gt;does have another bicycle paper in his resume, and this usually doesn't &lt;BR&gt;indicate hostility:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Taylor Randall and Karl Ulrich, "Product Variety, Supply Chain Structure, &lt;BR&gt;and Firm Performance: Analysis of the U.S. Bicycle Industry," Management &lt;BR&gt;Science, Vol. 47, No. 12, December 2001, p. 1588-1604.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;There's also this chapter:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Karl Ulrich, Taylor Randall, Marshall Fisher, and David Reibstein, "Managing &lt;BR&gt;Product Variety: A Study of the Bicycle Industry," in Managing Product &lt;BR&gt;Variety, Tech-Hua Ho and Chris Tang (editors), Kluwer Academic Publishers, &lt;BR&gt;1998.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;There's a bit of small-world theory involved here, since I just presented a &lt;BR&gt;paper extending one of Reibstein's other models at an INFORMS conference, &lt;BR&gt;(and Management Science is an INFORMS journal).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-3115674259393467433?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/3115674259393467433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=3115674259393467433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3115674259393467433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3115674259393467433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/07/bicyclists-are-drain-on-environment-2.html' title='Bicyclists are a drain on the environment?? #2'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-4021929795659690532</id><published>2006-07-27T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicyclists are a drain on the environment?? #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I'm indebted to Richard B for this gem:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Research by UPenn professor Karl Ulrich came to the conclusion that&lt;BR&gt;bicycles offer little benefit to the environment. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why you may ask...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Because Cyclists live longer and therefore are more of a drain on energy&lt;BR&gt;and resources! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Here is a link to the research paper in Adobe format.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://tinyurl.com/eae2d"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/eae2d&lt;/A&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; or&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://opim.wharton.upenn.edu/~ulrich/documents/ulrich-cycling-enviro-jul06.pdf"&gt;http://opim.wharton.upenn.edu/~ulrich/documents/ulrich-cycling-enviro-jul06.pdf&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This reminds me of some of the old smoking arguments.&lt;BR&gt;Governments argued that they should be compensated because of the cost of &lt;BR&gt;taking care of sick smokers.&lt;BR&gt;Tobacco companies argued that no compensation was appropriate because, since &lt;BR&gt;smokers died sooner, they collected overall less in government benefits over &lt;BR&gt;their lifetimes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As I work on retirement planning -- retirement not being imminent, but &lt;BR&gt;planning being necessary -- it's pretty clear that one of the big factors in &lt;BR&gt;how much money I need to save up in retirement is how long I should plan on &lt;BR&gt;living after retirement. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-4021929795659690532?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4021929795659690532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=4021929795659690532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4021929795659690532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4021929795659690532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/07/bicyclists-are-drain-on-environment-1.html' title='Bicyclists are a drain on the environment?? #1'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-3217974159328725258</id><published>2006-07-16T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to deleted characters go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Although many of these entries read as though nobody even wrote them, let alone bothered to edit them, there is a certain amount of re-reading and editing going on. In the course of this, the backspace and delete keys are used heavily.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So, where do those deleted&amp;nbsp;characters&amp;nbsp;go?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The laws of thermodynamics would seem somewhat relevant here. If letters can be neither created nor destroyed, then am I really destroying them? Do they go into some sort of letter sink, waiting to be recycled (self-plagarized) later? &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;If a humorous sentence is deleted, do the characters go to live in&amp;nbsp;the Old Jokes Home?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;What about quantum effects? When I delete something here, does it show up in somebody else's blog in some parallel universe? (In reverse, this effect would explain why sometimes these entries look like they were written by somebody else not in complete contact with this universe.)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;More answers here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;A href="http://www.JumboJoke.com/ask_the_computer_guy_755.html"&gt;http://www.JumboJoke.com/ask_the_computer_guy_755.html&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-3217974159328725258?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/3217974159328725258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=3217974159328725258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3217974159328725258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3217974159328725258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-to-deleted-characters-go.html' title='Where to deleted characters go?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-3269603974094770781</id><published>2006-07-10T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home bike mechanics prayer</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; God, grant me the&amp;nbsp;courage to fix what I can &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The money to let somebody else fix what I can't &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And the wisdom to know the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-3269603974094770781?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/3269603974094770781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=3269603974094770781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3269603974094770781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3269603974094770781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/07/home-bike-mechanics-prayer.html' title='Home bike mechanics prayer'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-2411281545384144423</id><published>2006-07-04T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triking Grandmother Triumphs</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;The grand award winner float at the local July 4th parade consisted of an 80+ year old woman on a tricycle "towing" a pickup truck full of people (her children, grandchildren, and maybe a great-grandchild in there).&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Nancy switched to the trike a few years ago because balance problems made it hard for her to ride her regular bike, and she's a frequent sight around the neighborhood -- and an inspiration to those a generation or more younger.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-2411281545384144423?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/2411281545384144423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=2411281545384144423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/2411281545384144423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/2411281545384144423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/07/triking-grandmother-triumphs.html' title='Triking Grandmother Triumphs'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-7642121712260580917</id><published>2006-07-04T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase reluctant to give me my money, part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;In a previous entry, I noted the difficulty I had getting OUR money from a matured CD out of Chase Bank:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/mikekr/ZbicyclistsZlog/entries/750"&gt;http://journals.aol.com/mikekr/ZbicyclistsZlog/entries/750&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So, last Friday I had another one that had renewed. Given wise advice from my wife, I decided to try a different branch.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Different branch, same experience. [Well, this time, I didn't lose&amp;nbsp;my temper but it took&amp;nbsp;even longer, about an hour and fifteen minutes from the&amp;nbsp;time I first asked to get my money. I'm not counting wait time.]&amp;nbsp;Obviously, Chase wants to make the experience of getting your money out so painful that you will renew the CD's even though their rate is over 1% lower than competition.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So, it's obviously not the banker him/her self. And it's obviously not the branch. It must be the entire bank. I plan to continue my current policy of moving CD's and other accounts from Chase as they mature.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-7642121712260580917?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/7642121712260580917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=7642121712260580917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/7642121712260580917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/7642121712260580917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/07/chase-reluctant-to-give-me-my-money.html' title='Chase reluctant to give me my money, part 2'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-4404104523149165738</id><published>2006-06-26T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's questionable stat: Organics</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;The Tribune today reports &lt;A href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/business/chi-0606260140jun26,1,7538640.story?ctrack=1&amp;amp;cset=true"&gt;http://www.chicagotribune.com/business/chi-0606260140jun26,1,7538640.story?ctrack=1&amp;amp;cset=true&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;reports that antibiotic foods are not necessarily safer. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"The study was funded by the Institute for Food Technologists Foundation, a non-profit scientific and educational group with 22,000 members working for the food industry, academia and government. The panel was composed of microbiologists and food scientists from leading universities. Besides the University of Georgia, panelists were drawn from Rutgers University, Iowa State University, the University of Tennessee, University of Minnesota and the University of Maryland. Many Food and Drug Administration food laboratories are located at Iowa State." [Note double plug for Iowa State, possibly the writer's alma mater?]&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Doyle dismissed possible concerns about the food scientist members of the panel being too closely linked to the food industry, noting that about one-third of the panel was made up of microbiologists."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So, two-thirds are not microbiologists. Some of those microbiologists also work in industry. Most of those who are not microbiologists seem likely, given the composition of the group, to work in industry as well, or to be academics with strong ties to the food industry. These guys couldn't have pressure put on them by their employer, could they?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;About the most that can be said for this study is that it's a counterweight to earlier studies for the Organic Trade Association, another highly unbiased group.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-4404104523149165738?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4404104523149165738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=4404104523149165738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4404104523149165738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4404104523149165738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-questionable-stat-organics.html' title='Today&amp;#39;s questionable stat: Organics'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-5249244753394169629</id><published>2006-06-22T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal-Haven Trail Bearable</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;“Chuck” posted this on a bicycling forum about the Kal-Haven trail, which runs from South Haven to Kalamazoo, Michigan: &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;“I'm about 10 miles from home at about 1:00 a.m., just cruising with the light on....and this black bear steps onto the trail only about 20 yards in front of me. It didn't pay any attention to me. It just kept at the same pace, crossing the trail, getting out of my light. I never felt threatened, but I wasn't hanging out there either. It makes me wonder if I need something more than a knife for these night rides.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Chuck didn’t indicate which bar he was biking home from.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-5249244753394169629?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5249244753394169629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=5249244753394169629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5249244753394169629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5249244753394169629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/06/kal-haven-trail-bearable.html' title='Kal-Haven Trail Bearable'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-6778105506678361308</id><published>2006-06-22T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I thought a ride with my daughter would be a great Father's Day gift for&lt;BR&gt;me, so I suggested it to her the day before.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Where do you want to go?" she asked, and I said we might head up to&lt;BR&gt;Lake Forest and I could show her where the Skokie Valley Trail hooked up&lt;BR&gt;off Lake Cook Road. "Sounds great," she indicated.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The next morning, she wasn't up at 7. Or 8. Or ... well, let's just say&lt;BR&gt;she rolled out of bed at 12:30 and announced that it was so hot last&lt;BR&gt;night that she hadn't slept at all and we'd have to bag the ride.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"If we'd left at a reasonable hour, we'd be back by now," I complained.&lt;BR&gt;"If you didn't want to go on the ride, you should have said that&lt;BR&gt;yesterday!"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Oh, all right. I'll GO on the ride. Let me get my stuff on," she&lt;BR&gt;yelled. I regretted pushing it this far. There's nothing like a ride&lt;BR&gt;with a sullen riding partner to make riding solo look good.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;But, a few minutes later, we left.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Two blocks from home I was going to ride up on the sidewalk to push the&lt;BR&gt;pedestrian button, but I took the low, wet curb at too acute an angle&lt;BR&gt;and went sprawling. My knee hurt. There was a bleeding cut on my left&lt;BR&gt;shin that looked exactly like the imprint of a pedal. My daughter said,&lt;BR&gt;"Now I know why you told me I should get bicycling gloves."&amp;nbsp; I resolved&lt;BR&gt;to ride through the pain.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;At 4.3 miles in, I hear labored breathing from behind me and a strangled&lt;BR&gt;"Dad!"&amp;nbsp; My daughter was having a panic attack. After that subsided, I&lt;BR&gt;asked her if she wanted me to call Mom to pick us up, wanted to turn&lt;BR&gt;back, or wanted to continue. "Let's keep going," she said. She's&lt;BR&gt;stubborn -- must get that from her mother.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;It started to rain. We ignored it.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;After we left the garden and headed up the Skokie Valley Trail, it was&lt;BR&gt;pretty clear we were out there alone so we rode side by side. My riding&lt;BR&gt;partner is young enough to be my daughter and isn't carrying an extra 30&lt;BR&gt;pounds around her middle, so she pressed the pace enough for me to be&lt;BR&gt;slightly winded while she breathed easily. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;We started to mellow. We had a nice snack at Einstein's in Lake Forest&lt;BR&gt;and had a mellow ride home. Total miles: 43&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;It was a great Father's Day. I attempted to draw some sort of moral&lt;BR&gt;about this in the evening, about how we might have arguments about&lt;BR&gt;various aspects of her late adolescence but that if we just kept going&lt;BR&gt;through them we'd come through this OK. She'd already forgotten about the&lt;BR&gt;argument, the crash, the panic attack and the rain and&lt;BR&gt;remembered only how nice a ride it had been. It was a great Father's&lt;BR&gt;Day.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-6778105506678361308?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/6778105506678361308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=6778105506678361308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6778105506678361308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6778105506678361308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/06/stubborn-father-day.html' title='Stubborn Father&amp;#39;s Day'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-1410791272543343286</id><published>2006-06-22T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines heating up, too</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Competing Reuters and AP headlines today:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A id=0Xnjjja href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060622/sc_nm/environment_warming_dc_2"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#003399 size=2&gt;Last 25 years warmest on Earth since 1600&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;SPAN class=age&gt;&lt;FONT color=#7f7f7f size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=age&gt;&lt;A id=x9/w4Wp href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060623/ap_on_sc/global_warming_11"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#003399 size=2&gt;Earth hottest it's been in 2,000 years&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;SPAN class=age&gt;&lt;FONT color=#7f7f7f size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-1410791272543343286?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/1410791272543343286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=1410791272543343286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1410791272543343286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1410791272543343286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/06/headlines-heating-up-too.html' title='Headlines heating up, too'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-4158161221419912223</id><published>2006-06-11T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How many marketing scientists does it take to forecast a crew shirt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I just returned from the INFORMS Marketing Science Conference. This was 3 days of listening to mathematical models of demand, supply, forecasting, logistics, optimal product assortment, and similar topics. Registrants received a souvenir crew-neck shirt.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;With 700+ "marketing scientists" at a conference, you wouldn't think that the conference would misforecast the number&amp;nbsp;of souvenir shirts&amp;nbsp;of various sizes&amp;nbsp;required so badly. There were plenty of XL's, but no S or M's at all. Evidently, they thought this group of academics would be wearing the shirts around their egos, not their torsos.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This entry is a bit unfair. The hosts at the University of Pittsburgh did a fine job organizing the conference, and this was the only glitch I saw.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-4158161221419912223?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4158161221419912223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=4158161221419912223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4158161221419912223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4158161221419912223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-many-marketing-scientists-does-it.html' title='How many marketing scientists does it take to forecast a crew shirt?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-7773990219751600056</id><published>2006-05-24T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Privatize the Illinois Lottery?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Illinois Gov. Rod Blagojevich&amp;nbsp; has an interesting state lottery twist.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/chi-0605240150may24,1,5263300.story"&gt;http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/chi-0605240150may24,1,5263300.story&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;He proposes selling the lottery to make more money now for "education" -- but the state would then get no money from the lottery beginning in 2024 (when today's babies graduate high school). Of course, he won't be governor then. And the big extra dollars this plan would provide would arrive in the state coffers in the next four years, matching what Governor Rod B. hopes will be a triumphant second term.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The Tribune editorial notes: "If Illinois schools receive more funding, some of it should go to teaching the rudiments of economics." &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/opinion/chi-0605240022may24,1,5049536.story"&gt;http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/opinion/chi-0605240022may24,1,5049536.story&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Did I mention it's an election year? The only suspense is whether opponent Judy Topinka can come up with something even dumber.&amp;nbsp; She gave us Alan Keyes as a candidate for senator in 2004, so I don't want to underestimate her.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-7773990219751600056?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/7773990219751600056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=7773990219751600056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/7773990219751600056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/7773990219751600056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/05/privatize-illinois-lottery.html' title='Privatize the Illinois Lottery?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-5475589056340284921</id><published>2006-05-21T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They still write American fiction?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I don't read much fiction any more, but I am still surprised to find out how little.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The New York Times today did a poll of "experts" to see what they thought was&amp;nbsp;"the single best work of American fiction published in the last 25 years."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/05/21/books/fiction-25-years.html?8bu&amp;amp;emc=bu"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2006/05/21/books/fiction-25-years.html?8bu&amp;amp;emc=bu&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Twenty-seven books are listed as receiving multiple votes. I have read none of them.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This can probably be best interpreted as a combination of appalling ignorance on my part and the shrinking relevance of modern American long&amp;nbsp;fiction to modern American life. (to get more extreme, consider modern American poetry)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I've printed out the list and I am resolved to read at least 3 of these books by the end of the year.&amp;nbsp; Complicating this is that I've realized there are a lot of earlier classics that I would benefit from re-reading or have never read; I've been wading through "Anna Karenina" for some time now.&amp;nbsp; (Clearly 19th century Russians had a longer attention span than 21st century Americans.)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-5475589056340284921?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5475589056340284921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=5475589056340284921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5475589056340284921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5475589056340284921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/05/they-still-write-american-fiction.html' title='They still write American fiction?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-3180597983034881623</id><published>2006-05-18T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Price Elasticity of Gasoline</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I see more bicycle commuters this year, possibly due to gas prices going up. So, I started to wonder about the price elasticity of gasoline.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Price elasticity is the amount demand changes in response to price. To oversimplify just a bit, a price elasticity of -2.0 (typical of many consumer packaged goods) means if the price goes up 10% the demand goes&amp;nbsp; -2.0 * 10% = down 20%.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So, what does a bit of Googling get me?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The Mackinac Center for Public Policy&amp;nbsp;&lt;A href="http://www.mackinac.org/article.aspx?ID=1247"&gt;http://www.mackinac.org/article.aspx?ID=1247&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;estimates the short run elasticity at -0.2 and the long run elasticity at -0.7.&amp;nbsp; This makes sense -- in the short term, you are still driving the same car from the same house to the same job. In the longer run, you are likely to change one or more of these things.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;An FTC study in 2005 &lt;A href="http://www.ftc.gov/reports/gasprices05/050705gaspricesrpt.pdf"&gt;http://www.ftc.gov/reports/gasprices05/050705gaspricesrpt.pdf&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;cited studies showing&amp;nbsp; a -0.23 elasticity in the short run&amp;nbsp;-0.6 elasticity in the long run (more than 1 year). The long run number is from Molly Espey's&amp;nbsp;meta-analysis of 42 studies.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The Environmental Economics blog quoting a Wall Steet Journal article, &lt;A href="http://www.env-econ.net/2006/05/inelastic_short.html"&gt;http://www.env-econ.net/2006/05/inelastic_short.html&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;quotes the WSJ as saying "Research suggests it takes years for higher gas prices to meaningfully damp consumption. Opinions differ, but many experts say that, in the short term, the "price elasticity" of U.S. gasoline use is as low as 0.1. That means gas prices have to rise 10% to produce an initial 1% drop in demand.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The Cascadia Scorecard Weblog &lt;A href="http://cascadiascorecard.typepad.com/blog/2005/09/is_gas_elastic.html"&gt;http://cascadiascorecard.typepad.com/blog/2005/09/is_gas_elastic.html&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;notes that "In 1999 you could buy a gallon of gas in Washington state for less than a buck.&amp;nbsp; As recently as 3 years ago, gas prices averaged about&amp;nbsp; &lt;A href="http://seattlegasprices.com/retail_price_chart.aspx"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#003366&gt;$1.20 a gallon&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Right now, though, expect to shell out about $2.85.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG title=Washington_per_capita_gas style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 5px 5px" alt=Washington_per_capita_gas src="http://cascadiascorecard.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/washington_per_capita_gas.gif" border=0&gt;So what has a 136% price hike done to gasoline consumption?&amp;nbsp; As it turns out, not a lot.&amp;nbsp; In 2002, the average Washington resident went through about &lt;STRONG&gt;8.4 gallons&lt;/STRONG&gt; of gas per week.&amp;nbsp; Based on data through July 2005, that's now down to about &lt;STRONG&gt;8.1 gallons&lt;/STRONG&gt; per week -- a 4 percent reduction. (graph at right)" &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;If there were no other factors involved, this would be, let's see, a 136% price hike, and a 4% reduction -- that would be a -.03 elasticity.&amp;nbsp; But there are other factors involved, and at least there's been a leveling off.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So, everybody agrees the short term elasticity is low. So, for those interested in profits NOW, the answer is try and move the price up. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;As for the long term -- well, as Keynes said, "in the long run, we are all dead."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So, I'm riding my bicycle. And, when the Iraq war started, I feared it would go badly and instead of increasing the flow of oil had a decent chance of doing the opposite. So, I bought BP and Shell stock.&amp;nbsp;I'm happy with that decision.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-3180597983034881623?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/3180597983034881623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=3180597983034881623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3180597983034881623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3180597983034881623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/05/price-elasticity-of-gasoline.html' title='Price Elasticity of Gasoline'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-1579451157721593983</id><published>2006-05-17T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble Wrap Biking</title><content type='html'>I was biking this afternoon in the rain. The rain and wind encouraged a large number of maple seeds to cover the bike path near Caldwell and Devon. They snapped under the tires. It sounded almost like biking over bubble wrap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-1579451157721593983?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/1579451157721593983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=1579451157721593983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1579451157721593983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1579451157721593983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/05/bubble-wrap-biking.html' title='Bubble Wrap Biking'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-6460548685609879960</id><published>2006-05-15T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Botanic Garden adds Marxist-Leninist feel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;My wife and I have been members of the Chicago Botanic Garden in Glencoe for over 25 years. Over that time, we’ve seen a number of new gardens added: the Japanese Garden, the English Walled Garden, the Enabling Garden, the Prairie Restoration Garden, the Waterfall Garden, and others. Each space is different. Last winter as I walked around the construction, I looked forward to the opening of the Escalande Garden in the large lawn leading down from the education center to the lagoon. Yesterday I saw it for the first time.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Frankly,&amp;nbsp;it is&amp;nbsp;very disappointing. The overly-large areas give the garden a Soviet-era feel. Perhaps to fully create the mood a giant statue of Lenin might be perfect (and these are surely available cheap from eastern European sources). Even on Mother’s Day at 3 p.m., one of the most crowded times of the year, the overall scale seemed too large for the crowd.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;There were large masses of tulips blooming. The tulips were individually wonderful. Put into such large masses, they seemed designed to impress not so much by artistry as by their sheer number.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The signage indicates this garden has “world-class design”. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;This in itself is curious. “World-class” is basically a B.S. phrase that means nothing. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Furthermore, if the garden is really “world-class”, would they need signs telling you that? I don’t remember signs touting the “world-class” nature of the gardens of Paris, nor are such signs needed. The signs were surely written and ordered before the garden was opened, and written by the garden itself, so the amount of self-congratulation involved is ... world-class.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;It’s a wonderful garden and not everybody likes all parts equally. I plan to avoid this part, or maybe focus on the lagoon fountain as I walk through it.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-6460548685609879960?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/6460548685609879960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=6460548685609879960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6460548685609879960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6460548685609879960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/05/chicago-botanic-garden-adds-marxist.html' title='Chicago Botanic Garden adds Marxist-Leninist feel.'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-3943846706897118416</id><published>2006-05-14T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church audience participation goes awry</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;Bishop Kline, the head bishop of our denomination, was here this weekend for the marriage seminar. He preached this morning, using the first section of Swedenborg's &lt;STRONG&gt;Conjugal Love&lt;/STRONG&gt; for his text. In that chapter, there are imaginary heavens. Some people imagine they will be happy just to get to heaven. Some people imagine heaven will be a chance to talk and laugh forever. Others imagine heaven will be a place of sensual delights (here represented by grapes and a box of Dunkin Donuts Munchkins), and others imagine they will be on a throne, ruling others. All are dissatisfied with their heaven after a few days. The analogy to various false (or optimistic) beliefs about what marriage is about is clear.&lt;A href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5xVj0WdEtSMAn_6JzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTBjdmNoOTVjBHBvcwMyBHNlYwNzcg--/SIG=1fh9ecj92/EXP=1147740899/**http%3a//images.search.yahoo.com/search/images/view%3fback=http%253A%252F%252Fimages.search.yahoo.com%252Fsearch%252Fimages%253Ffr%253Dsbcfp-imp%2526tab%253DImages%2526p%253Ddunkin%252Bdonuts%252Bmunchkins%26w=236%26h=229%26imgurl=www.giftwala.com%252Fimages%252Fproduct_images%252FFMDN102-m.jpg%26rurl=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.giftwala.com%252Ffinalitem_1.cfm%253FpID%253D267%26size=38.2kB%26name=FMDN102-m.jpg%26p=dunkin%2bdonuts%2bmunchkins%26type=jpeg%26no=2%26tt=29%26ei=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;IMG title=http://www.giftwala.com/finalitem_1.cfm?pID=267 height=126 alt="Go to fullsize image" src="http://mud.mm-a5.yimg.com/image/2008840412" width=130&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Appropriate props had been set up and the Bishop asked for 5 volunteers. Mark was the man happy just to get into heaven. Malcolm and Erik pantomined talking. A woman I didn't know sat on the throne. There was one spot open, so I was left with the sensual delights of grapes and donut holes. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;I thought I should act the part, so I occasionally ate some grapes while the bishop when on with his sermon. Then, for reasons I don't fully understand, I wondered whether I could fit an entire Dunkin Donuts Munchkin into my mouth whole and then eat it.&amp;nbsp; I opened wide and popped that Munchkin right in. Unfortunately, the bishop walks around during his sermon and evidently this was visible to most of the congregation. A wave of laughter ensued. The bishop turned around and caught me in mid-chew, but I figured this was an event best explained later, rather than right on the spot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;I didn't eat any moreMunchkins during the service. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Lightning did not strike. Nor did the bishop, known to tell a good joke himself, seem particularly concerned afterward.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;We'll see how long it is before I'm asked to volunteer again.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Background texts for the sermon:&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;The text, from Conjugal Love section 3, doesn't actually mention donuts: "&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;What else is heaven but a paradise, stretching from east to west and from south to north-- a paradise wherein are fruit trees and delightful flowers, and in the center the magnificent Tree of Life, around which the blessed will sit, eating fruits of delicate flavor, and adorned with wreaths of the most fragrant flowers. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;And since, by reason of the breathing of perpetual spring, these fruits and flowers are born and reborn daily and with infinite variety; and since, by their perpetual birth and blossom, and by the constant vernal temperature, the mind is continually renewed; the blessed must needs attract and breathe out new joys from day to day, and thus be restored to the flower of their age, and thereby to the primitive state into which Adam and his wife were created, and so be led back into their paradise which has been transferred from earth to heaven....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;[But this heaven, like the others, isn't enough: ] "It is now the seventh day since we came into this paradise. When we entered, our minds seemed as though elevated into heaven and admitted to the inmost enjoyment of its joys. But after three days, this happiness began to grow dull and to be diminished in our minds and become imperceptible, and so to become null."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;The point is that while it may help to imagine what heaven -- or an ideal marriage -- is like, these ideas ultimately aren't enough.&amp;nbsp; It is only love (in being useful to others) that creates a true bond.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-3943846706897118416?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/3943846706897118416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=3943846706897118416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3943846706897118416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3943846706897118416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/05/church-audience-participation-goes-awry.html' title='Church audience participation goes awry'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-996461403961369032</id><published>2006-05-12T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's "Wish I'd Said That"</title><content type='html'>&amp;gt; One wonders how earlier generations survived.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;well, most of them are gone now ;-{&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-996461403961369032?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/996461403961369032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=996461403961369032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/996461403961369032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/996461403961369032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-i-said-that.html' title='Today&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;Wish I&amp;#39;d Said That&amp;quot;'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-334536457041747774</id><published>2006-05-09T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering up, now down</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Quick: Write down the names of the people you remember from high school. Now cross off all the ones who were in your same year. I'll bet what's left has a lot more kids that were older than you than younger than you.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This makes sense. If you were on a JV sports team, you probably knew the names of a lot of the guys on varsity.&amp;nbsp; If you made varsity, you probably paid little attention to the guys on JV.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This leads to an interesting assymmetry when you run into&amp;nbsp;people later. They might remember you, but you don't remember them, or vice-versa.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-334536457041747774?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/334536457041747774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=334536457041747774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/334536457041747774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/334536457041747774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/05/remembering-up-now-down.html' title='Remembering up, now down'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-1249151033346729901</id><published>2006-04-29T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's junk stat: Homeowners hire most illegal immigrants</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;From the AP via Yahoo comes another interesting survey result: "The No. 1 employers of day laborers, many of whom are illegal immigrants, are homeowners — not construction contractors, not professional landscapers." &lt;A href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060429/ap_on_bi_ge/hiring_day_laborers_3"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060429/ap_on_bi_ge/hiring_day_laborers_3&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Forty-nine percent of day labor employers are homeowners, according to 2,660 laborers interviewed for the study. Contractors were second, at 43 percent. The study also found that three quarters of day laborers were illegal immigrants and most were from Latin America."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This occurs at a time when there is political discussion of the illegal immigrant question. There is particular discussion about the role employers should pay in enforcing the laws about illegal immigrant employment.&amp;nbsp; So, why not throw a few red herrings in there that suggest that ordinary American homeowners are the people really to blame?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Questioning this statistic is like shooting fish in a barrel. The paragraph cited just counts "employers". So, if Joe Blow hires one man for a day to clean up his leaves, he's an employer. A landscaping firm employing 20 people for 8 months a year is also an employer, and counts equally in the stats. But the landscaping firm accounts for over 4000 more employment days than Joe Blow.&amp;nbsp; This information may be in the full academic study by Dr. Valenzuela, but somehow doesn't make it into the AP article.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-1249151033346729901?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/1249151033346729901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=1249151033346729901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1249151033346729901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1249151033346729901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-junk-stat-homeowners-hire-most.html' title='Today&amp;#39;s junk stat: Homeowners hire most illegal immigrants'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-873948065129746227</id><published>2006-04-29T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's junk stat: Realtors make you $31,000</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Today's junk stat comes to you from the National Association of Realtors blog &lt;A href="http://narblog1.realtors.org/mvtype/narinthenews/"&gt;http://narblog1.realtors.org/mvtype/narinthenews/&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;, which reports that "the average seller who uses a real estate professional makes 16 percent more on the sale of their home than do sellers who go it alone. That's an average of $31,800 per home." &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Of course, I don't usually hang out at the NAR site. The Freakonomics blog has a blurb about this &lt;A href="http://www.freakonomics.com/blog/2006/04/27/realtors-get-a-blog/"&gt;http://www.freakonomics.com/blog/2006/04/27/realtors-get-a-blog/&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;. The bloggers note that this figure is mysteriously high.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So where does it come from? "Leonard", A realtor who talked to the author of the study noted "I talked to the author of this study at the National Association of Realtors and it was based on a survey return from 155,000 mailings. The returns totalled 7400. The criteria was a sold, single famiy,detached home in the suburbs."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So there's massive selection bias likely at work: the survey return is about 5%, people with very expensive homes might find it less than exciting to sell the home themselves and be more likely to hire a realtor, etc. But selection bias is expensive to eliminate, and almost certainly would lead to a less impressive headline than "The Cost of Selling without a REALTOR(trade mark registered): $31,800". So, if you are the NAR, why spend money on good statistics when there's better bang from cheaper bad statistics?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;My own comment is that a good study would seem easy to do:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Wouldn’t a real study be stunningly easy to do? (1) there is usually an assessed value on the tax rolls, which are public information so people can compare assessments. Do this within an appropriate governmental unit so systematic variations in assessment don’t apply (2) house is sold either by a realto or not, which may be part of the publically available closing info (or may not, but would be easy to get by phone survey). One covariance analysis later and you’re done, and published!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Replicate this for 3115 US counties, publish each one, and sit back and enjoy that tenure—maybe even a chair endowed by a grateful real estate industry![*]&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;In fact, such a design is SO simple that one suspects that the results don’t provide much support to this.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;[*]Some poetic license taken on this.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-873948065129746227?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/873948065129746227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=873948065129746227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/873948065129746227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/873948065129746227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-junk-stat-realtors-make-you-31000.html' title='Today&amp;#39;s junk stat: Realtors make you $31,000'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-6453099136704497024</id><published>2006-04-28T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase itself send out suspicious e-mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;The latest Chase episode involves my attempt to provide helpful input. Really.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Part 1&lt;/STRONG&gt;: Chase sent me an e-mail warning of certain pfishing attempts and providing guidance from William S. Shelby, Senior Vice-President. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Part 2&lt;/STRONG&gt;: However, I thought some of their advice was flawed and told them so. Here's my e-mail:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I received the e-mail enclosed at the bottom from Mr. Shelby. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This contains the following statement: "Asks you to enter your User ID, password or account numbers into an e-mail or non-secure webpage."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I believe this statement is midleading and potentially dangerous. Even if the pfisher has a secure website, this doesn't mean that the pfisher is Chase. The secure website might be &lt;A href="http://www.bad_scam.ca/"&gt;www.Bad_Scam.ca&lt;/A&gt; or some similar site.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Much better advice is to NEVER enter your ID, password, or any other personal information into any site that you got to by a link contained in an e-mail, or e-mail this information. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;===========================&lt;BR&gt;Dear Valued Customer, &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;We want you to be aware of e-mail scams that attempt to steal your personal and/or account information. Known as "Phishing," ... &amp;lt;snip&amp;gt; .... &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;you should never respond or reply to - e-mail that: &lt;BR&gt;...Asks you to enter your User ID, password or account numbers into an e-mail or non-secure webpage. ....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;William S. Sheley &lt;BR&gt;Senior Vice President &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Part 3&lt;/STRONG&gt;: The Chase auto-responder (or perhaps a real person with too big a quota of responses to get out by the end of the day to actually READ the input) &lt;EM&gt;responded as if Chase's own message was pfishing spam&lt;/EM&gt;. Maybe they are trying to tell themselves something.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Date:&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;04-28-2006 15:24:44 &lt;BR&gt;From: Chase Online &lt;BR&gt;Dear M. Kruger:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Thank you for submitting a suspicious e-mail message. We &lt;BR&gt;receive a number of messages from customers and others who&lt;BR&gt;have received suspicious e-mails that appear to have &lt;BR&gt;originated from Chase. ...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;[&lt;EM&gt;Now, of course, they even repeat the advice I was complaining about&lt;/EM&gt;]&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;To help you safeguard your personal and financial &lt;BR&gt;information, we recommend that you be suspicious of any &lt;BR&gt;e-mail that:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;...- Asks you to enter your User ID, password or account &lt;BR&gt;numbers into an e-mail or non-secure webpage.&lt;BR&gt;....&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Thank you, Selina Hood&lt;BR&gt;Internet Service Center &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-6453099136704497024?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/6453099136704497024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=6453099136704497024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6453099136704497024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6453099136704497024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/04/chase-itself-send-out-suspicious-e-mail.html' title='Chase itself send out suspicious e-mail'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-8516864361865971605</id><published>2006-04-17T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Chase want my opinion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Lo and behold, shortly after I finished the previous blog entry critical of JP Morgan Chase's customer "service", I received an invitation&amp;nbsp; for a survey:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Dear Chase Customer: Take a survey and receive a check for $10! ... We are interested in your opinions.... As a token of apreciation, if you qualify and complete this survey, you will receive a check for $10..."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;At this point, still mad about the CD episode, I'm practically salivating to give Chase my opinion. I enter the URL for the survey. I answer questions about my age (which Chase already knows), occupation (which Chase already knows), and couple of questions about credit cards (which Chase partially knows, but I have several others). I'm then told I don't qualify and won't be getting paid, after answering several questions.&amp;nbsp; And, of course, there's no place to register my opinion.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;It's as if Chase is taunting me.&amp;nbsp; And, maybe they are. They had just enough time to send out the survey invitation if it was automatically generated after the CD episode.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;We are not amused.&amp;nbsp; &lt;IMG height=27 alt="Chase Logo" hspace=17 src="https://chaseonline.chase.com/content/ecpweb/sso/image/chaseNew.gif" width=138 vspace=17 border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-8516864361865971605?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/8516864361865971605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=8516864361865971605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8516864361865971605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8516864361865971605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/04/does-chase-want-my-opinion.html' title='Does Chase want my opinion?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-6730140646636270437</id><published>2006-04-16T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention JP Morgan Chase: It's OUR money, not yours!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;The bank I use has been swallowed up several times over the past few years, moving from&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Glenview Gauranty to&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;First Federal of Wilmette to&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;First Chicago, which was then bought by&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;NBD (formerly National Bank of Detroit) to&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Bank One, Bank1 or Banc One (they spelled it different ways; I was particularly confused by the "Banc" spelling used by their investment products) and finally&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;JP Morgan Chase&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Some things get better (bill pay over the internet is the most notable one) but, in general, service has gotten worse. The most recent example occurred Saturday. My wife and I went in to redeem a certificate of deposit because another bank was offering a better rate. In other words, we had entrusted&amp;nbsp;OUR money&amp;nbsp;to Chase for a time, and now we wanted to get OUR money back, with interest.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;There was no line to wait. It still took 45 minutes to get a check for OUR money. Chase employees engaged in an entire variety of delay tactics and misinformation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;If we were renewed, we were initially promised a 4% rate. Then 4.75%. (still not as good as the bank down the road giving 5.23%). &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;We were told this would generate an unusual taxable event (it would not). &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The banker needed to contact headquarters for instructions on how to handle the transaction. This sounds reasonable if the transaction was complicated, but for redeeming a CD at maturity?&amp;nbsp; He then spend several minutes on hold, occasionally&amp;nbsp;seeming to look for the right form. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;We were told we would lose free checking and be charged for our checking account. I responded "bullshit" to this, which is exactly what it was. We still have more in the bank than what's required to get free checking. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Two bank representatives&amp;nbsp;then pretended to "fix our account links" so we would "still qualify for free checking". Eventually, 45 minutes after we first made contact with a Chase representative, we were given a check for OUR money.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;In the olden days, this bank sent you a form. You could indicate any change in the renewal period, or request them to send YOUR money back when the CD expired. They even paid for the postage. This was evidently too easy and logical. Now, you&amp;nbsp;need to&amp;nbsp;redeem the CD in person (or so I was&amp;nbsp;advised by the call center desk earlier that morning).&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Needless to say, I'm shopping for a new bank.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-6730140646636270437?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/6730140646636270437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=6730140646636270437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6730140646636270437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6730140646636270437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/04/attention-jp-morgan-chase-it-our-money.html' title='Attention JP Morgan Chase: It&amp;#39;s OUR money, not yours!'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-7117174577547684418</id><published>2006-04-05T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>123456</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Today, at 1:23 a.m. (and again p.m.) on April 5, 2005 it was 1:23 4/5/06&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The world did not end.&amp;nbsp; I don't expect it to this June, at 6:06 a.m. 6/6/06.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;It may be a beastly morning, though.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-7117174577547684418?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/7117174577547684418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=7117174577547684418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/7117174577547684418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/7117174577547684418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/04/123456.html' title='123456'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-922610066631928995</id><published>2006-03-26T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing time before a meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;If you are in a meeting but can't start it until one last person arrives, take their phone extension and try to make a word out of it -- or, an anagram that has funnier connotations.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;For example, If your extension is 2453, that spells BIKE. My extension is 2524, which is BLAH, matching my personality. That's good for a laugh -- although whether they are laughing with me or at me is sometimes unclear ;)&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;One day when Rita was late we figured out that her extension, 2883, spelled CUTE. Rita was insulted, in a feminist sort of way, when we pointed this out.&amp;nbsp;But I later found out from her husband that she'd told him to use that as a mnemonic for her phone number, so she couldn't have been too insulted.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-922610066631928995?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/922610066631928995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=922610066631928995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/922610066631928995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/922610066631928995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/03/killing-time-before-meeting.html' title='Killing time before a meeting'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-4737305344997763524</id><published>2006-03-20T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess I Deserved This</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I made two picks in the NCAA office pool. The first one was my legitimate selection -- pretty standard with some upsets thrown in because there are 45 entrants in the pool and only 3 winners.&amp;nbsp; If you pick only favorites, you get an above-average&amp;nbsp;score, but still $0.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The other pick I named "Bush_In_Iraq" and figured I'd make a political point. Our policy in Iraq is such a longshot that I picked all longshots: #16 to beat #1, etc. Above that, I picked the service academy (Air Force).&amp;nbsp; But, trumping other rules, I picked Texas teams (Texas A&amp;amp;M and Texas), with nothing messing up Texas's march to the national championship.&amp;nbsp; I figured "Bush_In_Iraq" would be right there at the bottom of the standings.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So, what's happening? My true pick is not doing well. I've been hovering in the lower half of the standings, and though I've risen to 24th of 45 that's still hopeless. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Bush_In_Iraq" has been as high as 4th and currently is in 9th. If Texas wins it all, there's an outside chance of getting in the money. I've promised to donate it to "Billiionaires for Bush".&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The moral?&amp;nbsp; Don't try to make a political point with sports.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-4737305344997763524?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4737305344997763524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=4737305344997763524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4737305344997763524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4737305344997763524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-guess-i-deserved-this.html' title='I Guess I Deserved This'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-8232490492950531203</id><published>2006-03-10T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;An NPR&amp;nbsp;pundit commented on the Dubai ports situation this morning&amp;nbsp;by noting that the Arab owners of Dubai Ports World would not want to lose face, since not losing face is important to Arab leaders.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I recall Americans saying the North Vietnamese were pursuing the war to avoid losing face, because not losing face was important in Asian cultures. Similar comments used to be made about Japanese businessmen.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Are there cultures that &lt;STRONG&gt;like&lt;/STRONG&gt; losing face? Why single out Arabs or Vietnamese or Japanese as particularly concerned about losing face?&amp;nbsp; Isn't "losing face" a common English idiom?&amp;nbsp;The existence of this common idiom means that&amp;nbsp;English speakers are quite familiar with this concept in their own lives, without reference to foreign cultures.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Googling on the term "save face" returns "about&amp;nbsp;99,500,000 entries". Maybe that's as high as Google's numbers go.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-8232490492950531203?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/8232490492950531203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=8232490492950531203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8232490492950531203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8232490492950531203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/03/losing-face.html' title='Losing Face'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-2244541636976192492</id><published>2006-03-07T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-mart free blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV class=timestamp&gt;Everybody has a constitutional right to free speech, and so there's nothing really wrong about Wal-mart planting stories with bloggers (any more than, say, the Sierra Club). There's something creepy about it, though.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=timestamp&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=timestamp&gt;It's pretty obvious, and not always in a good way, that I'm writing my blog myself rather than channeling the Wal-mart PR machine.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=timestamp&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=timestamp&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=timestamp&gt;NY Times, March 7, 2006&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=kicker&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;"Wal-Mart Enlists Bloggers in P.R. Campaign&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;DIV class=byline&gt;By &lt;A title="More Articles by Michael Barbaro" href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/b/michael_barbaro/index.html?inline=nyt-per"&gt;MICHAEL BARBARO&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV id=articleBody&gt;&lt;P&gt;Brian Pickrell, a blogger, recently posted a note on his Web site attacking state legislation that would force &lt;A title="Wal-Mart Stores" href="http://www.nytimes.com/redirect/marketwatch/redirect.ctx?MW=http://custom.marketwatch.com/custom/nyt-com/html-companyprofile.asp&amp;amp;symb=WMT"&gt;Wal-Mart Stores&lt;/A&gt; to spend more on employee health insurance. "All across the country, newspaper editorial boards — no great friends of business — are ripping the bills," he wrote. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;It was the kind of pro-Wal-Mart comment the giant retailer might write itself. And, in fact, it did.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Several sentences in Mr. Pickrell's Jan. 20 posting — and others from different days — are identical to those written by an employee at one of Wal-Mart's public relations firms and distributed by e-mail to bloggers. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Under assault as never before, Wal-Mart is increasingly looking beyond the mainstream media and working directly with bloggers, feeding them exclusive nuggets of news, suggesting topics for postings and even inviting them to visit its corporate headquarters...."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Full story at &amp;lt;&lt;A href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/03/07/technology/07blog.html?_r=1&amp;amp;th=&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;emc=th&amp;amp;pagewanted=print"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2006/03/07/technology/07blog.html?_r=1&amp;amp;th=&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;emc=th&amp;amp;pagewanted=print&lt;/A&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-2244541636976192492?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/2244541636976192492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=2244541636976192492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/2244541636976192492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/2244541636976192492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/03/wal-mart-free-blog.html' title='Wal-mart free blog'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-3697495552523153739</id><published>2006-03-06T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's top headline</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Prosthetic legs returned; police stumped&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana,Sans-serif&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;FONT color=black size=1&gt;Mar 6, 2006 9:58 AM (ET)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=black size=2&gt;&lt;P&gt;LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - Two prosthetic legs stolen from a 16-year-old California girl have mysteriously turned up in her mother's van, the second time in three months that an artificial limb belonging to the teen has been taken and then returned, police said on Friday.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Los Angeles County Sheriff's Sgt. David Austin said investigators dusted the slightly damaged limbs for fingerprints and had interviewed a "laundry list" of people but were baffled by the thefts.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"We're treating this as a crime," Austin said.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;(Thanks to Sorni for calling this to my attention.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-3697495552523153739?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/3697495552523153739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=3697495552523153739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3697495552523153739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3697495552523153739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-top-headline.html' title='Today&amp;#39;s top headline'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-8955421293448952745</id><published>2006-03-03T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsuitable</title><content type='html'>Unsuitable. Just unsuitable.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Sunday I wore a suit for Tony Heilman's memorial service. Monday through Wednesday I was at the "Reinventing Consumer Packaged Goods" conference sponsored by IRI, my employer. At the office, we are "business casual", but&amp;nbsp;at the conference&amp;nbsp;suits and ties&amp;nbsp;were required. Tomorrow, Bar Mitzfah in the morning, reception for the young gentleman in the evening. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Five days in a suit this week! This is the most since the 1980's, when I wore one every day to work. What, I wonder now, was the point of that?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Unfortunately the suits are left over from that time since they get so little use. Frankly, they don't look that classy any more. Wearing the expensive but old suit is a minor protest, but at least it's a cheap protest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-8955421293448952745?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/8955421293448952745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=8955421293448952745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8955421293448952745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8955421293448952745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/03/unsuitable.html' title='Unsuitable'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-7077297246619146124</id><published>2006-02-24T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The search for the Yellow Hummer H3</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;On Thursday morning, February 16th, a female Northwestern senior, Archana Sriram, was riding her bike from her apartment in Rogers Park to Northwestern. A yellow Hummer H3 ran the intersection of Lake and Sherman and hit her. The impact threw her 10 to 15 feet and causing facial fractures, a broken jaw, a hip fracture and a broken leg.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;This was an unfortunate accident due to driver carelessness. But it’s what follows next that makes this accident more than ordinary.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Hit and run&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;The driver did not stop. "(The witness) said that after (the driver) hit me, he just slammed the gas pedal and fled," Sriram told the &lt;B&gt;Daily Northwestern&lt;/B&gt;. It is appropriate that the Hummer was yellow. Yellow is the color of cowardice, and there are few things more cowardly than leaving an injured person by the side of the road and driving away.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;The &lt;B&gt;Daily Northwestern&lt;/B&gt; reported on February 21st that Sriram and her family were frustrated with EPD’s handling of the investigation, saying it is too passive. Sriram said her father went out and talked to witnesses on his own Monday. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;"EPD says they can’t look up registered yellow Hummers in the area, only license plates," Sriram said. "Hopefully people can keep their eyes out."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;On Tuesday, February 22, the Evanston Police Department issued a statement Tuesday asking the public to help them find the driver of a yellow Hummer H2. The EPD said they could not give an estimate of when the list of yellow Hummers would arrive from the Secretary of State’s office because the office fields many requests from police departments statewide.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;By Friday morning, February 24th, 8 days after the accident, the Illinois Secretary of State’s office had still not responded to EPD’s request for yellow Hummers. It has been a bad few decades at the Secretary of State’s office, between Paul Powell’s shoeboxes, license selling at several offices in the late 1970’s, George Ryan’s licenses for bribes scandal in the 1990’s, the recent Sun-Times reports that people whose licenses are suspended are continuing to drive with impunity -- even in and out of the Secretary of State’s parking lots -- and evidently a somewhat lackadaisical attitude toward modern computer database capabilities.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Press conference&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Friday morning, February 24th, there was a press conference at the accident site. Randy Neufield of the CBF talked about safe streets initiatives and the need for drivers, cyclists, and pedestrians to share. Neal Nye, EBC president, echoed these concerns and noted the importance of good design and good community attitudes. EPD police chief Frank Kaminski repeated the plea for information about suspicious yellow Hummers, thanked those who had given earlier tips, and fielded the expected questions about the slow pace of the Secretary of State’s office in providing information. &lt;IMG class=largeThumbnail id=largeImg height=282 alt="" src="http://shutter05.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/07/001/73/BF/A9/92/irbu9CIKYXHbToL1Co3DGR-M20bOQ7Cc0300.jpg" width=376&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;In addition to the media, there were a number of EBC members. Ben Schapiro took this picture. I'm in the green jacket just to the right of the police chief. Neal Nye is fashionably attired in leather and sunglasses, the Budde's are in the background to Neal's left and right. Randy Neufield is in the green fleece on the right.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;The Frozen Snot Century riders, headed from Chicago to Milwaukee, ran late but showed up in a large group just before the end of the conference.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I checked channel 7 news later in the day, because their crew was the first to arrive, but didn’t see the story. Searches of the web sites for the Tribune, and channels 5, 7, and 9 showed nothing. Perhaps Neal should have set his hair on fire.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;The press conference did show up on Fox (channel 32) and the video is at &lt;A href="http://www.blip.tv/posts/?search=archana"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;http://www.blip.tv/posts/?search=archana&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Updates&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;March 3: The &lt;STRONG&gt;Daily Northwestern&lt;/STRONG&gt; reports that the EPD received the list from the Secretary of State's office this week and “We’re looking at that information and trying to put it into usable form,” said Deputy Chief Joe Bellino of EPD. “It’s quite extensive.”&amp;nbsp; This conjures up a vision of information mailed from the Secretary of State's office in dead-tree form, perhaps sorted by the middle initial of the owner's name. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-7077297246619146124?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/7077297246619146124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=7077297246619146124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/7077297246619146124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/7077297246619146124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/02/search-for-yellow-hummer-h3.html' title='The search for the Yellow Hummer H3'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-4335310108138411921</id><published>2006-02-20T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk Stats: Top 1% of have 58% of wealth</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Another entry in our Junk Stats series. You may have heard the sound bite: "Top 1% of Americans have 58% of the corporate wealth, up from 39% in 1991.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;In 15 years these people have gathered another 20% of the wealth of this huge country? Let's look a little closer. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;NY Times Jan 28, 2006 -"New U.S. government figures indicate that the &lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;concentration of corporate wealth among the highest-income Americans grew &lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;significantly in 2003, as a trend that began in 1991 accelerated in the first year &lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;that President Bush and Congress cut taxes on capital.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;"In 2003, the top 1 percent of households owned 57.5 percent of corporate &lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;wealth, up from 53.4 percent the year before, according to a Congressional &lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;Budget Office analysis of the latest income tax data. The top group's share of &lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;corporate wealth has grown by half since 1991, when it was 38.7 percent. &lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;In 2003, incomes in the top 1 percent of households ranged from $237,000 to &lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;several billion dollars. &lt;/B&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Farther down in the article, we see the likely junk stats culprit: changing methodology. In this case, it's not the methodology itself, but the tax policy upon which that methodology is based.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;“The analysis did not measure wealth directly. It looked at taxes on capital gains, dividends, interest and rents. Income from securities owned by retirement plans and endowments was excluded, as were gains from noncorporate assets, such as personal residences. &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;This technique for measuring wealth has long been used in standard economic studies, though critics have challenged that tradition. &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Among them is Stephen Entin, president of the Institute for Research on the Economics of Taxation.... Lower tax rates on long-term capital gains, Entin said, may have prompted wealthy investors to sell profitable investments. That would show up in tax data as increased wealth that year, even though the increase may have built up over decades. &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Long-term capital gains were taxed at 28% until 1997 and at 20% until 2003, when rates were cut to 15%. The top rate on dividends was cut to 15% from 35% in the same year.”&lt;/STRONG&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The underlying trend toward wealth concentration is probably true. But the fact that we believe the underlying trend is true is the reason why we are willing to believe&amp;nbsp;extreme statistics like these.&amp;nbsp; If we saw similar statistics that disagreed with our beliefs, we would be more skeptical. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I'm not picking on the NY Times. To their credit, the article contained ALL of the facts above. But then the Times has room to print the long version. Other media outlets either don't have the space, or don't want to bother with all that boring detail when there's better ratings in the sound bite.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-4335310108138411921?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4335310108138411921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=4335310108138411921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4335310108138411921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4335310108138411921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/02/junk-stats-top-1-of-have-58-of-wealth.html' title='Junk Stats: Top 1% of have 58% of wealth'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-6648152205252740492</id><published>2006-02-19T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paternal Instinct?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Is there such a thing as paternal instinct? If there is, how does it differ from maternal instinct? Perhaps this story will illuminate.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This morning I'm biking east on Glenview Road about 8:30 a.m. in the cold (5F). As I go over the Edens Expressway, I see a black garbage bag in the middle of the opposite lane. Immediately, my thoughts turn to those stories about babies found in garbage bags in dumpsters. This seems to be a&amp;nbsp;silly thought&amp;nbsp;and I continue down the hill, but the thought won't go away. I turn&amp;nbsp;around,&amp;nbsp;ride back up the overpass, and stop.&amp;nbsp; At the very least, I will at least get this bag out of the traffic lane and make the world a slightly better place.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;It's apparent when I pick it up that there's no baby inside, but I can't resist looking. Much to my surprise the bag is filled with -- used baby diapers!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Was is the smell of the diapers that made me think of babies? This is unlikely. The bag was downwind, and sealed. In the extreme cold, the diapers didn't really smell much even after I opened up the bag.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I saw two other black garbage bags farther off the road, as if they had blown off. One was partly open and contained plastic bottles.&amp;nbsp;So, these people were good people who separated their recyclables. The fact that they were either careless or intentionally dumped them on the side of the road notwithstanding, they did sort their trash so they aren't completely irresponsible. At least, not irresponsible enough to&amp;nbsp;leave their baby by the side of&amp;nbsp;the road.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I didn't open the third bag, but it definitely didn't have a baby in it. I think it was tin cans.&amp;nbsp; I stacked the bags together where they weren't likely to get into more mischief and got back on the bike. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Paternal instinct? Maybe. But mine needs improvement if all it's finding is soiled diapers.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-6648152205252740492?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/6648152205252740492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=6648152205252740492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6648152205252740492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6648152205252740492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/02/paternal-instinct.html' title='Paternal Instinct?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-6135619770666589782</id><published>2006-02-15T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dick Cheney, hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Republicans have suggested Dick Cheney invite Hillary Clinton on his next hunting trip.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Hillary plans to send Bill in her place.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-6135619770666589782?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-5317004527104444142</id><published>2006-02-12T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thretz</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;My daughter, the English teacher, issues this reminder on the importance of spelling in communicating clearly:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Dead Meat" src="http://www.foundmagazine.com/finds_images/deadmeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This is from &lt;A href="http://www.foundmagazine.com/index.php?fuseaction=finds.view&amp;amp;fid=50"&gt;http://www.foundmagazine.com/index.php?fuseaction=finds.view&amp;amp;fid=50&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-5317004527104444142?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5317004527104444142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=5317004527104444142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5317004527104444142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5317004527104444142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/02/thretz.html' title='Thretz'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-4640424130454164409</id><published>2006-02-12T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It WAS a romantic weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Deb wants me to acknowledge to the world that she was ready AHEAD of time and we left when I got back from giving a lecture at Northwestern University at 3:25 p.m.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;It was a nice weekend. Earthrider in Brodhead, Wisconsin&amp;nbsp;was a great place to stay (see link below). We watched the Olympics in the evening, and the funny&amp;nbsp;romantic comedy "Fever Pitch", which is about an obsessed Boston Red Sox fan.&amp;nbsp; I indulged my own obsession by biking up the Sugar River Trail to Swiss-themed New Glarus, where Deb and I ate sauerbraten&amp;nbsp;at the New Glarus Hotel and walked around most of the town. I biked back, the the path wasn't frozen over any more and it was soft; I spent a few miles on the roads. This was good because I got a chance to get some hills in and see more territory. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Sunday we went back up to New Glarus to walk around again. We bought some local rhubarab wine,&amp;nbsp;then headed home. I'm working on laundry and bills now and heading to the grocery in a bit, so I won't start the week behind on chores.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-4640424130454164409?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4640424130454164409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=4640424130454164409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4640424130454164409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4640424130454164409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-was-romantic-weekend.html' title='It WAS a romantic weekend'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-3254350236142653743</id><published>2006-02-07T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biker Valentine Weekend Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I was the high bidder at the Chicagoland Bicycle Federation auction for a weekend at Earth Rider Hotel and Bicycle Shop, in Brodhead, Wisconsin.&amp;nbsp; It's a small hotel, with all the suites named after multiple winners of the Tour de France. I'm staying in the Bernard Hinault suite, although it possible that Greg Lemond will want the room before I'm done with it (there's a cycling joke hidden in there).&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The hotel is right at the start of the Sugar River Trail, which runs to Swiss-themed New Glarus. &lt;A href="http://www.earthridercycling.com/"&gt;http://www.earthridercycling.com/&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;My wife doesn't cycle, so this is more likely to involve walking around sightseeing. Luckily it is off-season for the antique shops, since we have enough junk. Perhaps I can get a few miles in if I let her sleep in during the morning. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;It will be good to get out of the routine a bit and get out of the city together. &lt;IMG height=200 alt="" src="http://www.earthridercycling.com/uploads/images/14394_Facade_050916_v2.JPG" width=150 border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-3254350236142653743?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/3254350236142653743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=3254350236142653743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3254350236142653743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3254350236142653743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/02/biker-valentine-weekend-getaway.html' title='Biker Valentine Weekend Getaway'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-3234795686581314056</id><published>2006-02-07T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Equal Opportunity Blasphemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;"Muslim protesters infuriated by cartoons depicting the prophet Muhammad raised the diplomatic stakes last night as Iran's best-selling newspaper announced it would retaliate by running images satirising the Holocaust. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The decision by the rightwing Hamshari daily to launch an international competition to find the most suitable caricatures came as demonstrators hurled firebombs and stones at the Danish embassy in Tehran and the Iranian government imposed a formal trade ban on Danish imports. Last night mobs were attempting to storm the Danish compound."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;From &lt;EM&gt;The Guardian&lt;/EM&gt; Feb 7, 2005 &lt;A href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/cartoonprotests/story/0,,1703925,00.html?gusrc=rss"&gt;http://www.guardian.co.uk/cartoonprotests/story/0,,1703925,00.html?gusrc=rss&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Perhaps this is a good idea. Some tasteless cartoons from the other side might eventually trivialize the "free speech" part of the idea from the western side and provide a nonviolent outlet from the Muslim side.&amp;nbsp; A few&amp;nbsp;salvos of cartoons and we'll&amp;nbsp;be thinking&amp;nbsp;cable TV farting contests will look dignified by comparison, but maybe there will be no fatalities.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-3234795686581314056?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/3234795686581314056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=3234795686581314056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3234795686581314056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3234795686581314056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/02/equal-opportunity-blasphemy.html' title='Equal Opportunity Blasphemy'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-951869343640860236</id><published>2006-02-03T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallujah: Glad I'm not there</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I got&amp;nbsp;little perspective lesson this week.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Periodically, my knee hurts. It hurts now. This problem originated in a pick-up football game in high school, when Dan gave me a cheap block in retaliation for something he thought I'd done earlier.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I haven't seen Dan for decades, but I think of him more often than I do most of my classmates. I don't think of him in a hostile way -- after all, we co-edited the school newspaper during and after this incident -- but I can't forget him.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;He didn't make our&amp;nbsp;reunion because he was preparing to go to Iraq at the&amp;nbsp;START of the war. Now, I see from a posting he made on another alumni's obituary, he's STILL in Fallujah. Either he's on his second stint, or he's been there a long time.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Either way, I felt silly feeling sorry for myself with minor knee pain when he's in a combat zone. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Come back safe, Dan. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-951869343640860236?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/951869343640860236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=951869343640860236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/951869343640860236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/951869343640860236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/02/fallujah-glad-i-not-there.html' title='Fallujah: Glad I&amp;#39;m not there'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-5950281962803872698</id><published>2006-02-02T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Iconic Dispute</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;This week there is a huge furor over a Danish newspaper's publication of cartoon images of the prophet Mohammed. The editor of France-Soir has been fired for reprinting these.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The story is all over the place, but I can't find the actual cartoons. They are probably somewhere out there on the web, but there are too many places to look.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I tried a Google image search of the term Mohammed, and got 75,000 hits. Most, not surprisingly, are photographs of men named Mohammed. There's this woman, whose last name is Mohammed and is in somewhat non-Islamic attire, although there's certainly a hint of "Arabian Nights"..&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.guardian.co.tt/photos/data/media/35/nasma-mohammed.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.guardian.co.tt/photos/details.php%3Fimage_id%3D482&amp;amp;h=400&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=30&amp;amp;tbnid=XKmgDwTnq4NQwM:&amp;amp;tbnh=120&amp;amp;tbnw=90&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=7&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmohammed%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D"&gt;&lt;IMG height=120 src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:XKmgDwTnq4NQwM:www.guardian.co.tt/photos/data/media/35/nasma-mohammed.jpg" width=90&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;But there are a good number of drawings of the prophet himself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Does this mean there will be a holy image war? Is this just a case of these particular drawings generating an unusual response because of current tensions in the Muslim world? (Iraq, Hamas, Iran, Afghanistan -- just to name four trouble spots)&amp;nbsp; Will there be pressure on libraries in the west to purge themselves of images?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This is a particularly tough call because there are no images in Islam (which is clear from the average mosque) and western religions make heavy use of images/icons (clear from the average cathedral). So, culturally, we westerners are not even remotely attuned to the issue.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;By following enough links, I did finally find the drawings, which are best described as editorial cartoons, including one "St. Peter at the Pearly Gates" type.&amp;nbsp; Suicide bombers arrive in heaven, only to be told "Stop! Stop! We're out of virgins!"&amp;nbsp; By western standards, nothing unusual. But then fundamentalist Muslims don't want to be westernized.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Running through my head as I write this, and oddly appropriate,&amp;nbsp;is:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don't care if it rains or freezes,&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'long as I got my plastic Jesus&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ridin' on the dashboard of my car.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Goin' 90 I ain't scary&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Cause I got the Virgin Mary&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Assuring me that I ain't goin' ta Hell.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-5950281962803872698?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5950281962803872698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=5950281962803872698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5950281962803872698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5950281962803872698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/02/iconic-dispute.html' title='An Iconic Dispute'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-7279567486134775633</id><published>2006-02-01T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8th grade Zen poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I am an 8th grade student &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I have a very happy teacher &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;She teaches us poetry &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;BORING &amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;There is a principal i hate &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;he thinks every body is his frien &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;but nobodie likes him &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;he is very strict &amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;(courtesy of the teacher, my daughter Beth)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-7279567486134775633?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/7279567486134775633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=7279567486134775633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/7279567486134775633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/7279567486134775633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/02/8th-grade-zen-poetry.html' title='8th grade Zen poetry'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-6524280316751221003</id><published>2006-01-31T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Possibly somebody else who got frustrated by the Bush presidency?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/aimgamegirl/BeyondTheGames/entries/895" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG height=225 alt="Zombies and Monsters...Bring It On!" hspace=0 src="http://cdn.channel.aol.com/channels/0a/07/4362b45e-001bf-06c57-400cb8e1" width=300&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This was just a random news picture I picked to see if I could get a picture into the blog if I do the entry via AIM.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, I can't find it again to give proper photo credit.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-6524280316751221003?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/6524280316751221003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=6524280316751221003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6524280316751221003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6524280316751221003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/01/possibly-somebody-else-who-got.html' title=' '/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-2454505776404772364</id><published>2006-01-31T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State of the Union?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I didn't watch the State of the Union speech tonight. I&amp;nbsp;find myself unable to watch Bush for any amount of time without the urge to shout "BU__SH__" at the screen.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This morning I listened to Howard Dean on NPR. This didn't cheer me up any. The essence of that Democrat's moral argument is that they aren't in power so nobody bribed them.&amp;nbsp; I understand the argument -- I'm happy to belong to the Swedenborgian Church, because it's so small and insignificant it doesn't have the power to persecute anybody or start religious wars.&amp;nbsp; But it's not exactly the moral high ground.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I figured out&amp;nbsp;I have put $21,000 into a life insurance policy over the last two decades&amp;nbsp;that, due to the decline in interest rates and the increase in both insurance cost and the "policy expenses", is now worth $14,000.&amp;nbsp; Losses on insurance policies are not deductible, but I roll it over into an annuity, my basis will be $21,000 so I can "recover" the loss that way. Or, I can let it ride and let the cash value pay for the $100,000 insurance, while probably will last until roughly 2030. Will I care then? Too many scenarios to draw a plausible conclusion.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;At least I HAVE savings. The Tribune reports that Americans had a negative savings rate in 2005, for the first time since 1933, at the depths of the Great Depression.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So, not a good news day.&amp;nbsp; But then my daughter Beth sent a funny story from her day of teaching, and so I will go to bed chuckling.&amp;nbsp; If Mexican 8th graders can be amusing in English class, maybe there's hope for the world yet.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-2454505776404772364?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/2454505776404772364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=2454505776404772364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/2454505776404772364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/2454505776404772364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/01/state-of-union.html' title='State of the Union?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-5241998286253970122</id><published>2006-01-31T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fr. James A. DeManuele, C.P. -- R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;One of my fellow high school seminarians -- one of the few who made it through and became lifetime priests -- died of cancer earlier this month.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Jim was a year behind me in the minor seminary. Everybody has a few Jim DeManuele stories, and they are all fun to tell. That is (part of) his legacy.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;My early Jim DeManuele story concerns a guitar I was given by the optimistic nuns in my parish. I struggled mightily with this because it was a gift and because I thought it would be a good thing to learn, but had neither talent nor real enjoyment in the experience.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Freshman Jim, searching for a prop for whatever story he was acting out at that moment, grabbed my guitar, shouted "El Kabong!" and slammed it down. Then the repeat: "El Kabong!" and another slam, until the guitar was nothing but a few shattered pieces. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I was somewhere between angry, horrified and relieved. While I was choosing which emotion to bring to the fore, Jim disappeared.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Still can't play the guitar.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-5241998286253970122?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5241998286253970122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=5241998286253970122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5241998286253970122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5241998286253970122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2006/01/fr-james-demanuele-cp-rip.html' title='Fr. James A. DeManuele, C.P. -- R.I.P.'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-4167150072863557122</id><published>2005-09-10T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Agendas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;"Jean O'Boyle" &amp;lt;&lt;A href="mailto:j.oboyle@removefudged.sbcglobal.net"&gt;j.oboyle@removefudged.sbcglobal.net&lt;/A&gt;&amp;gt; wrote:&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; They have their own personal agendas for which they dislike the present administration&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Sock Puppet replied:&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; Yes, I want a government that works for the COMMON GOOD, not to make a few greedy rich people even more wealthy and powerful.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Hey, Sock Puppet, that's MY personal agenda! Keep your grubby hands off of it!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Seriously, can somebody explain what's wrong with having a personal agenda? Are we all supposed to be mindless, thoughtless beings without the ability to have goals and thoughts of our own? (well, yes, if we are Chicago aldermen)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Notice how it's always the people who disagree with you who have personal agendas, never those noble people who agree with you?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;How come Bush supporters don't have personal agendas? Surely given the overwhelming success of the Bush administration's fiscal policies they can afford them, can't they?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Many of us spend a lot of time in meetings called by and led by people without personal agendas. These are called useless meetings. Without a leader and an agenda there is mostly flailing and puffery. (Wait. That's our Iraq policy. Now I understand!) &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-4167150072863557122?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4167150072863557122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=4167150072863557122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4167150072863557122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4167150072863557122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2005/09/personal-agendas.html' title='Personal Agendas?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-3066327954584104561</id><published>2005-01-30T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected Bike Club Rides</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;by Mike Kruger, with some help from my friends&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;P&gt;The 2005 Evanston Bicycle Club schedule contains a variety of rides at various paces, various destinations, various lengths, and various times. At first glance, it seems to include all possible rides, but that’s not actually the case. Some rides didn’t make the cut, such as these:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;P&gt;Dogma Ride Pace: very fast Leader: Butch&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Butch has connected all the spots with dogs who love to chase and snap at your legs, and come up with this route which is great for interval training. Don’t be the slowest cyclist on this ride!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;ER Ride Pace: orderly &lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This ride visits various sites where club members have had accidents in the past few years. In some cases, the skid marks are still there on the road!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Brickyard Tour Pace: fast Leader: Red&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;This route winds through the brick sidestreets of Wilmette, allowing you to pretend you are riding in one of those spring European classics as you bump along. This ride goes rain or shine. Lunch at the Klay Oven restaurant.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;P&gt;Pot-Wholistic Ride Pace: transcencental Leader: Deepak&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;P&gt;This is the ride for all of your who want a chance to show off that full suspension bike. We’ll head up Sheridan Road and try to hit the maximum number of potholes. Anyone who gets a pinch flat will be dropped. At the rest stop, we will do Tai Chi to gently get rid of any road tension. Whoever hits the most potholes gets a free lunch at the Whole Foods deli. Be one with the road!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;P&gt;Critical Mass Winnetka Remote start: Winnetka Starbucks 5:30 p.m. last Friday of the month.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Ride together to protest the oppressive regime that keeps bikes off Sheridan Rd between Tower and Scott, and ghettoizes bicycles to the sidewalk on Winnetka Road. Bring bail money. Should you, or any member of Critical Mass Winnetka, be caught, or photographed, the secretary will disavow all knowledge of your actions. This ride summary will self-destruct in five seconds. [Can anybody confirm that the Winnetka police lockup uses Lou Malnati as a caterer?]&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;P&gt;Show’n’NoGo Remote Start: Panera &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;P&gt;Nominally a 7 a.m. start, we sit around, drink coffee and gossip a bit. We decide it looks like rain and wait until it clears up, and have some more coffee. Eventually we order lunch.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;P&gt;Tour de Major Arterial &lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;Remote start: Golf Road traffic circle&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;P&gt;A selection of very busy roads frequented by trucks, buses, emergency vehicles, and commuters in a hurry. Route will include numerous railroad crossings, traffic lights. No regrouping, dark clothing only. Ride leaves near sundown and heads due west toward Schaumberg. Lights permitted but not intended. Use of the f-word to talk to passing motorists will be required, with prizes awarded for originality. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Stockyard Ramble, Hog Farm Hejira, or Pulp Mills Perambulation Remote start: I-94 truck stop &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;P&gt;Enjoy not only the sights and sounds, but also the smells of cycling scenic and odiferous roads. We?ll be stopping for a lunch of red beans and rice, chili dogs, and garlic paste because by then who cares what everyone in front of you is doing. Frequent regroups and stops at the sleaziest bathrooms we can find. Clean shorts optional. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Lung Tasting Tour&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Drop it into the big ring and hammer hammer hammer out of the parking lot. Bring your scabs and your attitude. Special sag vehicles will maintain a constant 16 m.p.h. pace and force stragglers off the road. Inclement weather will move ride to local sports bar, where there will be continually arguing over who would have ridden whom off their wheel at Smuggler?s Notch. Custom bicycles only please. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Recovery Ride Pace: Just fast enough to produce complaints&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;P&gt;Just getting back from an injury, riding like you are, or maybe just looking for a little sympathy? This is the ride for you. Easy pace allows for conserving breath for whining whining whining. No complaint is disallowed. One-upsmanship will be graded. Rider with the worst proven injury and most obnoxious complaint will be given a gag at the end of the ride. Maximum two visible open sores per rider. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;P&gt;Mooch Ride&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;P&gt;Live off the land on this ride. Don?t bring a pen, a sign-up sheet, a tube, patch kit or a pump. We?ll head up the North Branch trail on a nice Sunday and borrow gear from passerby if there are any breakdowns. Rest stop at Panera where we?ll eat the free samples of bagels and cream cheese, or we?ll get taste spoons of ice cream at Baskin-Robbins.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;P&gt;Poser Ride&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;We?ll put our bikes on our SUV?s and drive to various park and ride lots, then ride a short distance to a nearby trendy coffee house or deli from each lot. We?ll only ride on perfect roads so put on your special event wheels for maximum admiration from the masses. Please make sure your jersey, shorts and socks match. New bar tape and water bottles are mandatory. Bring $50 for snacks and drinks. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;P&gt;Tour de Thunderbird. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;P&gt;No vineyards or tasting rooms on this two-wheeled adventure. Instead, we?ll cruise the industrial part of town, stopping at several of the club?s favorite drive-through liquor stores to stock up on Cheetohs and top off our "water" bottles. Cycling apparel discouraged; suggested attire is early Salvation Army. And make sure those handlebars are in the fully upgright and locked position (that?s right: bar ends to the sky, folks!). We?ll be collecting aluminum cans along the way to fund the post-ride malt-liquor blowout, and you?ll need someplace to tie on your 50-gallon plastic bag to hold the booty. No sag support unless somebody still has a VALID drivers license. Meet at 9 am Sunday at the blood bank. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Little Debbie Season Opener Out?n?Back Training Ride.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;P&gt;Break out the Relaxed Fit spandex, sling on the feedbag, pump up the tires to 135 psi, and lets? roll! We?ll meet at Dunkin Donuts, go hard (5-7 mph) for 4 miles, regroup at the Golden Corral for the Sunday Brunch All-You-Can-Eat special, and then head back to the starting point. Make sure you bring a couple of sleeves of Archway cookies to avoid the dreaded bonk. Bring some Gold Bond powder and baby oil to ease the discomfort of early-season chafed inner thighs.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;P&gt;The Cop and Castle&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;P&gt;At midnight we will start at Dunkin Donuts, go to White Castle, go to another Dunkin Donuts, followed by another White Castle ... and so forth until dawn.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;P&gt;Cell Phony Ride&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;P&gt;Need practice talking on the phone while biking? We?ll exchange numbers at the start, and call each other during the ride to practice taking calls without breaking pace.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;P&gt;Rosehill Cemetery 24 hour challenge&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;P&gt;Instead of hiring additional security guards at Halloween, Rosehill Cemetery has allowed us to organize a 24 hour challenge. We start at 7 a.m. at the mausoleum and ride loops through the Cemetery on Halloween until the next morning. Free Halloween candy at rest stops. You qualify for the Race Across America if you do at least 400 miles in 24 hours. Costumes optional -- you will look like a zombie by the end, anyway.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;P&gt;Random Walk Show?n?Go&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;P&gt;At each intersection we will roll a die. We turn left if the die is a "1", right if it is a "6". Otherwise we continue straight. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;P&gt;Donut Race Northbrook Velodrome&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;P&gt;This is a fun race with rest stops where racers can use the facilities and get donuts. For every donut eaten, five minutes is deducted from your official finish time. All donuts must be eaten in the feed zone, and if you upchuck on the new track you are disqualified. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;P&gt;Hockey Night in Chicago Leader: Arthur Wirtz&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;P&gt;We?ll ride to the United Center and take in a Blackhawks game.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-3066327954584104561?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/3066327954584104561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=3066327954584104561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3066327954584104561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/3066327954584104561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2005/01/rejected-bike-club-rides.html' title='Rejected Bike Club Rides'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-6980086096652449959</id><published>2004-11-17T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's getting stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=q1&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bb&gt;One of those exchanges that needs no further explanation, from the newsgroup rec.bicycles.misc:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=q1&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bb&gt;&amp;gt; Bill wrote:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=q0&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=q1&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bb&gt;&amp;gt; I keep spare money, $100 bills, rolled up and about 5 each in a piece of&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; 1/2" pipe threaded with caps on both ends. Each of these is a $500 stash.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; I don't even remember where I tossed some of them, but I do take a few&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; tossed in my car on trips, just in case. If a cop ever pulled me over and&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; demanded to see my trunk would they blow up my car?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; This country is getting stranger by the day. I wonder if we will have a&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; new, Republican written Constitution by the time Bush get done with it.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=q0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=q0&gt;Bob responded:&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=q0&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Just so I understand... you say you keep your spare money in what sounds like&lt;BR&gt;phony pipe bombs and you think the &lt;B&gt;country&lt;/B&gt; is "getting stranger"? Oooookay.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-6980086096652449959?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/6980086096652449959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=6980086096652449959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6980086096652449959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6980086096652449959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/11/something-getting-stranger.html' title='Something&amp;#39;s getting stranger'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-6193087283926675656</id><published>2004-11-14T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What states are more generous?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=q0&gt;Stephen Harding wrote:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=q1&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000bb&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; The annual report on charitable giving just came out, and&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; once again, the richest states (CT, MA and New England) scored&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; at the bottom, while poorest states (MS, AL) where at the top.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=q0&gt;The overall data is generously provided at&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A class=0 href="http://www.catalogueforphilanthropy.org/cfp/db/generosity.php?year=2004&amp;amp;orderby=giving_rank"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;http://www.catalogueforphilanthropy.org/cfp/db/generosity.php?year=2004&amp;amp;orderby=giving_rank&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Being a statistician means I have a strange idea of fun, so I took a look at the data.&lt;BR&gt;The way they analyzed it isn't wrong, but it's also possible to reach an entirely different conclusion.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Poor states like Mississippi did NOT come out on top in their ranking because they gave a lot. They don't; they rank 29th among all states in charitable deductions per return at $929,&amp;nbsp;below the&amp;nbsp;US average of $1072.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;They come out on top for two reasons. First, relatively few people in Mississippi itemize deductions (21% versus a US average of 31%) and the catalogue divided by the number of returns that itemized, not all returns. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The average return in Connecticut had almost $400 MORE charitable deductions than the average return in Mississippi ($1309 versus $929, ranking 5th). &amp;nbsp;But more people in CT itemize (40% versus 21%).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So, why do the people in CT itemize more than the people in MS? The answer is simple. You itemize when itemizing makes more sense than taking the standard deduction. MS has lower taxes to deduct, so fewer people will find it to their advantage to itemize. If few people itemize, those that do itemize will tend to be the biggest givers. CT has higher taxes to deduct, so more people will itemize rather than take the standard deduction. If many people itemize, then the donation average per return will be skewed by the fact that those itemize will not just be big givers, but medium givers as well.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=q0&gt;The catalogue people also adjusted for adjusted gross income -- NOT adusted gross income for returns which itemized, but total adjusted gross income. This isn't unreasonable, but does create a sort of apple-and-orange comparison.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So, to provide a contrast, I looked at the average charitable deduction per return, which is NOT what the catalogue for philanthropy report, although it can be calculated from their numbers.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I would contend that either way of analyzing the data is useful. The Catalog for Philanthropy's method serves to remind us that states with lower incomes can contain just as much generosity. My method is more useful for figuring out where people are willing to give more cash.&amp;nbsp;But my method is still flawed by the difference in itemizing by state.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=q0&gt;Overall, states that look good their way look bad my way, producing a small negative correlation.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=q0&gt;By this standard, the most generous states are Utah, Maryland, and New York. The least generous state is West Virginia, followed by the two Dakotas.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=q0&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The notable exceptions where the ratings agree are Utah, which looks generous either way (#8 on theirs, #1 on mine) and New Hampshire (#50 on theirs, #43 on mine). I would suspect Mormon encouragement of tithing has something to do&lt;BR&gt;with the Utah results.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;More typical are states like Louisiana (#4 for them, #42 for me) and New Jersey (#47 for them, #6 for me).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If you e-mail me I&amp;nbsp;will provide the spreadsheet with my added columns of calculations; you won't find the numbers above directly on the spreadsheet the web&lt;BR&gt;link provides.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-6193087283926675656?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/6193087283926675656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=6193087283926675656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6193087283926675656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6193087283926675656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-states-are-more-generous.html' title='What states are more generous?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-5009644016676975072</id><published>2004-11-11T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinkin' Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://www.nysipm.cornell.edu/publications/beasts/skunk.gif"&gt;I was riding home from the train station last night&amp;nbsp;in the dark after a hard day. I was feeling tired and lethargic and just wanted to get home.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Suddenly a large skunk sashayed out of the bushes right in front of my bike. I had instant visions of hitting the skunk with my front wheel, going over the&amp;nbsp;handlebars and breaking an arm, collarbone, or other valuable body part -- AND getting sprayed by the skunk for my trouble. I braked.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The skunk, meanwhile, was similarly panicked. The skunk pivoted, claws scratching and grabbing the concrete. He pulled out of the way, I swerved a bit, and rolled by. I may have run over the tip of his tail, but basically missed him. I guess he didn't have time to spray.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-5009644016676975072?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5009644016676975072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=5009644016676975072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5009644016676975072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5009644016676975072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/11/stinkin-lucky.html' title='Stinkin&amp;#39; Lucky'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-5866618715772269084</id><published>2004-08-09T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commuter's Triathalon</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Many mornings I complete a triathalon before I go to work. It's not quite as strenuous as the Ironman triathalon, though:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Ironman:&lt;/STRONG&gt; 2.4 mile swim, 112 miles on bike, 26 mile run&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Commuter:&lt;/STRONG&gt; 2.4 minute shower, 1.12 miles biking to the train station, .26 mile walk to the office.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-5866618715772269084?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5866618715772269084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=5866618715772269084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5866618715772269084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/5866618715772269084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/08/commuter-triathalon.html' title='Commuter&amp;#39;s Triathalon'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-8703289274524059152</id><published>2004-06-21T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quartercolon making its marks</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;"The International Grammar Standards Organization has approved the quartercolon for use starting in June of 2004. This is the first new punctuation mark added to the English language since IGSO approved the exclamation mark in 1914."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://bbspot.com/News/2004/05/quartercolon.html"&gt;http://bbspot.com/News/2004/05/quartercolon.html&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;A colon looks like two periods over each other. A semicolon looks like a period over a comma. The quartercolon looks like two commas over each other.&amp;nbsp; See the link above for proper usage hints.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Personally, I think it's a sign that some keyboard manufacturer hired a marketing guy who used to work at Hallmark. Just as those fake holidays (Divorced Grandparents Day?) spur greeting card sales, a new punctuation mark every 5 years or so could spur keyboard sales.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-8703289274524059152?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/8703289274524059152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=8703289274524059152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8703289274524059152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8703289274524059152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/06/quartercolon-making-its-marks.html' title='Quartercolon making its marks'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-6545376122443918941</id><published>2004-06-20T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eulogy for a Schwinn Sprint Bicycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Yesterday, my faithful 1980 Schwinn Sprint bicycle was retired. Stripped. Put into the back of the basement so its remaining parts could be used at some future date.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I bought this bike 5 years ago, in June 1999, at the St. Catherine Laboure rummage sale for $40. I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to ride a drop handlebar road bike again, and this seemed like a cheap way to find out. I intended to do maybe 2,000 or 3,000 miles on the bike until either I figured out drop bars were no longer for me, or I figured out what I really wanted in a road bike and got a new one. I put 8,551 miles on that bike -- only my winter / bad weather / urban commuter bike has more miles on it during the last&amp;nbsp;4 years.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Our relationship started slowly. The wheels were shot and wouldn't hold a tire on the rim at normal pressure. I tried to sell the bike at my own garage sale but got no takers. But instead of throwing the bike out, I got a new set of wheels for it, moved the shifters from the stem (!) to the downtube, and started riding it in spring of 2000.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;It became my summer bike, my club ride bike, and my touring bike for the last&amp;nbsp;4 years. All of my longest rides (131, 130, 117, 115) and back-to-back centuries are on this bike. I did RAGBRAI across Iowa on this bike (cursing it as&amp;nbsp;I broke 3 spokes on the last day,&amp;nbsp;had to sag in the last few miles).&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The Schwinn Sprint was a cheap bike when new. It had gone through one owner already. I didn't maintain it to last forever because I only intended it ride it until I determined what I really wanted.&amp;nbsp;It aged.&amp;nbsp;When I tried to raise the handlebars I discovered rust had fused the front fork together.&amp;nbsp; The right pedal couldn't removed, because it had been cross-threaded. The frame was slightly bent.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I bought another inexpensive&amp;nbsp;road bike&amp;nbsp;-- this one a "new" Fuji 10 speed that had sat in a bike shop basement since maybe 1989/1990. I spent yesterday swapping parts -- taking the light brackets, rack, water bottle cage, etc. off the Schwinn Sprint and putting them on the Fuji. I swapped the front wheel as well.&amp;nbsp;The bike is now an amalgam and will be even more so when I swap handlebars and brake hoods (The Fuji has awful brake levers with the extra lever you can use from the top of the handlebars.) &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So, in a sense, I just bought some&amp;nbsp;spare parts and a replacement frame. The bike is still evolving, in a way that old bicycles can do, but cars don't. Sort of like the tourist who was shown George Washington's axe. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Is that really his axe?" asks the tourist.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Of course it's his axe. We've had to replace to handle 4 times and the head twice, but it's George Washington's axe," replies the tour guide.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I&amp;nbsp;haven't yet&amp;nbsp;figured out what I want in a road bike. In the meantime there's riding to do.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-6545376122443918941?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/6545376122443918941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=6545376122443918941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6545376122443918941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6545376122443918941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/06/eulogy-for-schwinn-sprint-bicycle.html' title='Eulogy for a Schwinn Sprint Bicycle'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-4274850853133607792</id><published>2004-06-07T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Willing to Help?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;A recent nonscientific poll on TheHistoryNet asked:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Do you believe today's America would be willing to make the same level of sacrifices for other nations as was made during World War II?" We had a total of &lt;B&gt;2,683 votes&lt;/B&gt; for this poll. The results are as follows: &lt;/P&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;P&gt;Yes: 23% &lt;BR&gt;No: 72% &lt;BR&gt;Don't Know: 5% &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I wonder if this is correct. Before World War II, America was rather isolationist and seemed inclined to avoid foreign entanglements.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;These days, we ARE the foreign entanglements, and a little dose of isolationist skepticism might have done us good in 2002 and 2003, and might do us some good now.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;There was such widespread support for World War II precisely because we avoided getting in until the issue was crystal clear.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-4274850853133607792?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4274850853133607792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=4274850853133607792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4274850853133607792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4274850853133607792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/06/too-willing-to-help.html' title='Too Willing to Help?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-7177909784676625127</id><published>2004-05-22T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Specialist Joseph M. Darby, Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;When you do your duty because it is the right thing to do, that's being a hero to me.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;From the New York Times, May 22, 2004&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Specialist Joseph M. Darby had just arrived ...when his friend ...showed him a picture ...of a naked prisoner chained to his cell with his arms hung above him. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"The Christian in me says it's wrong," Specialist Darby would later tell investigators ...Specialist Darby came forward two months later... after deciding that the photo and others he saw were "morally wrong."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;He said in his sworn testimony: "I knew I had to do something. I didn't want to see any more prisoners being abused because I knew it was wrong."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;....In alerting criminal investigators, Specialist Darby, a 24-year-old from from Maryland, stood out from other soldiers who learned of the abuse. ... many other people, including medics, dog handlers and military intelligence soldiers&amp;nbsp;... saw or heard of similar pictures of abuse, witnessed it or heard abuse discussed openly at Abu Ghraib months before the investigation started ..."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Where were those other Christians? Where was that small, still voice telling them they were doing wrong?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-7177909784676625127?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/7177909784676625127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=7177909784676625127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/7177909784676625127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/7177909784676625127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/05/specialist-joseph-m-darby-hero.html' title='Specialist Joseph M. Darby, Hero'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-8486398480042316539</id><published>2004-05-19T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Religious have more reason to commit crimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;"Helge Moulding"&amp;nbsp; wrote in message &lt;A href="news:c8f02u$nca$1@terabinaries.xmission.com"&gt;news:c8f02u$nca$1@terabinaries.xmission.com&lt;/A&gt;... &amp;gt; &lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt; Many non-believers commit crimes.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; But believers commit more of them. Believers have more reasons to commit&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; crimes than non-believers. Not only are believers subject to the&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; ordinary temptations of all people, but they get to add the impulse to&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; do bad things in the name of their deity. And, yes, I know, you're gonna&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; point out that believers should fear the wrath of God. Except I see no&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; actual evidence that that's so. Al Capone went to church on Sundays, you&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; know.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;BR&gt;I'm not sure what's more depressing: Helge's argument, or the fact that I agree with it. &amp;nbsp; Old friends, most of whom are Catholic, sometimes ask why on earth I joined a small, obscure, declining religion. I explain that this denomination, having so few members and a tolerant ideology, is too small to&amp;nbsp;persecute anyone. If we were large and powerful[*], we would probably turn let power go to our heads in some way [insert obligatory Lord Acton quote about here].&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The fact that the church was right across the street didn't hurt, either. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;[*] insane would work, too. Even small religions can be dangerous if crazy.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-8486398480042316539?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/8486398480042316539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=8486398480042316539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8486398480042316539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8486398480042316539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/05/religious-have-more-reason-to-commit.html' title='Religious have more reason to commit crimes'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-1293363584283237133</id><published>2004-05-18T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Abuse is Human Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;If the 20th century taught us anything, it's that civilized people can&lt;BR&gt;easily fall into inhuman behavior. Turks (against Armenians), Germans&lt;BR&gt;(against Jews), Hutu (against Tutsi), Serbs (against Albanians), Cambodians&lt;BR&gt;(against Cambodians) -- these examples show us that the patina of&lt;BR&gt;civilization we wear is very thin and vulnerable.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There's nothing&lt;BR&gt;particular about American history or genetics that would lead anyone to&lt;BR&gt;think Americans would be immune from such behavior.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It is systems and training and discipline and rules of engagement and all&lt;BR&gt;that other bureaucratic stuff that's supposed to keep the amount of bad&lt;BR&gt;behavior under very, very difficult circumstances under control.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Unfortunately, in the&amp;nbsp;Iraq&amp;nbsp;war we prepared for the quick campaign well, but were&lt;BR&gt;inadequately planned for what happened after "Mission Accomplished". The&lt;BR&gt;fact that we didn't adequately plan how to run military prisons is just one&lt;BR&gt;more area where the Bush administration was too darned optimistic that the&lt;BR&gt;Iraq was would be short and glorious.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As we go up the chain of command, they should be blamed if they knew about&lt;BR&gt;it, and blamed if they didn't know about it. It's their job to lead and to&lt;BR&gt;control.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If there is a silver lining to this situation, it may lie in the fact that&lt;BR&gt;the controls will surely be enforced now to&amp;nbsp;prevent more serious&lt;BR&gt;atrocities -- ones in which thousands of people die -- from being inflicted&lt;BR&gt;on civilian populations by American troops. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-1293363584283237133?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/1293363584283237133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=1293363584283237133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1293363584283237133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1293363584283237133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/05/prison-abuse-is-human-nature.html' title='Prison Abuse is Human Nature'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-868583786570084866</id><published>2004-05-11T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All brothers under the skin: Mother's Day edition</title><content type='html'>Sunday, May 9,&amp;nbsp;7 a.m.: &amp;nbsp;I drove our minivan to the supermarket. Ahead of me in the&lt;BR&gt;parking lot was another man in a old minivan. I noticed we had opposing&lt;BR&gt;bumper stickers.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;His: Bush-Cheney '04.&lt;BR&gt;Mine: Also a Bush sticker, but "Bush '04: Lies, Damned Lies, and Lies of&lt;BR&gt;Mass Destruction".&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Him: bumper sticker for a local, born-again Christian high school&lt;BR&gt;Me: bumper sticker for farther away, liberal Protestant high school&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Him: bumper sticker for Wheaton College (conservative Christian college)&lt;BR&gt;Me: bumper sticker for Kalamazoo College (secular, slightly liberal college)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Him: NRA sticker (National Rifle Association)&lt;BR&gt;Me: AYSO sticker (American Youth Soccer Association)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Nevertheless, despite our political differences I followed him into the&lt;BR&gt;store, joined him in throwing a bouquet of flowers into the cart, and in&lt;BR&gt;pawing quickly through the remaining stack of Mother's Day cards until we&lt;BR&gt;each found one that was good enough.&amp;nbsp; We were not so different after all.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-868583786570084866?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/868583786570084866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=868583786570084866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/868583786570084866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/868583786570084866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/05/all-brothers-under-skin-mother-day.html' title='All brothers under the skin: Mother&amp;#39;s Day edition'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-4864085760145094228</id><published>2004-04-20T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bicycle as religious symbol</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Long bicycle rides offer the opportunity to meditate. The steady rhythm of pedals, pavement and breathing focus the mind on essential things.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;While riding, I have discovered that the bicycle itself is a symbol of the marriage of goodness and truth.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The front wheel steers and therefore represents wisdom.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The back wheel provides the energy to move you forward, represents good works, powered by love. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Neither wheel is more important than the other, or sufficient alone. It is true that the back wheel alone (i.e. a unicycle) provide transport, but with more difficulty and more chance of a fall.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Since this is such powerful symbolism, might the lack of bicycles in the&amp;nbsp;Bible indicate a flaw in my argument? No. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The stories in the Word generally reflect an agricultural culture of permanent relevance. These references were appropriate to the time, and are still powerful. We may no longer be farmers, but agricultural references like The sower went out to sow the seed. (Luke 8) and The Lord is my shepherd (Psalm 23) are still clear.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Technological references are often time bound and can be hard to understand once the technology changes. But there are some technology bound references in the Word, indicating they are not inappropriate in themselves. The analogy of the disciples to salt in (Matthew 5) is hard to understand now since our understanding of salt is so different: You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its strength, what shall it be salted with? It of no more use than to be trodden underfoot by men.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;How can salt lose strength? Why put it underfoot in a country without ice?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Even though the largely agricultural language of the Word is more appropriate for a book that will be read forever, technologically-specific references do occur in the Word, indicating the symbolic value of technology can be useful while that technology is familiar. A bicycle is technology that is familiar to most of us since we were children.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;So, we should take advantage of bicycle rides to contemplate how, propelled by love and guided by wisdom, the rider progresses forward.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-4864085760145094228?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4864085760145094228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=4864085760145094228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4864085760145094228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4864085760145094228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/04/bicycle-as-religious-symbol.html' title='The bicycle as religious symbol'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-6722729553396108695</id><published>2004-04-20T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouth Breathers</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;from the newsgroup rec.bicycles.misc:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Badger_South:&lt;FONT color=#990000&gt; My brother has just started biking but is in decent shape. He claims to be able to ride with only breathing through the nose. I find this almost&amp;nbsp;impossible to believe [...]&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#007777&gt;me: How big is his nose?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#660066&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Badger_South: 5'4"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;max: Then your brother is probably telling the truth. :-)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-6722729553396108695?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/6722729553396108695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=6722729553396108695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6722729553396108695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6722729553396108695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/04/mouth-breathers.html' title='Mouth Breathers'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-904032198121268705</id><published>2004-04-14T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, be nice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT lang=0 face=Arial size=2 FAMILY="SANSSERIF" PTSIZE="10"&gt;"Except for a tiny number of blogs that have gained prominence, all this techno-chattiness remains just that: an immature form of communication .... Most are moldering in cyberspace..." (Gregory Lamb in the Christian Science Monitor, 4/15/04)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-904032198121268705?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/904032198121268705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=904032198121268705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/904032198121268705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/904032198121268705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/04/hey-be-nice.html' title='Hey, be nice!'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-1200180274372997403</id><published>2004-03-15T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outsourcing by Fortune Cookie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;There are hundreds of layoffs occurring this month&amp;nbsp;where I work, and the new company president is rumored to be very detail oriented in addition to being very determined to move our jobs to Asia.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Still, when I went for the stir-fry entry at the company cafeteria today, I was unprepared&amp;nbsp;when the&amp;nbsp;fortune cookie that said "&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;A surprise announcement will free you." &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;That's being a bit more detail-oriented than I'd expect. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-1200180274372997403?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/1200180274372997403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=1200180274372997403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1200180274372997403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1200180274372997403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/03/outsourcing-by-fortune-cookie.html' title='Outsourcing by Fortune Cookie?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-4138528490069836788</id><published>2004-02-29T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand and Cambodia trip notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I spent much of February, 2004, travelling with my daughter in Thailand and Cambodia. Here are some notes:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://hometown.aol.com/mikekr/myhomepage/Thailand.htm"&gt;http://hometown.aol.com/mikekr/myhomepage/Thailand.htm&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-4138528490069836788?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4138528490069836788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=4138528490069836788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4138528490069836788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4138528490069836788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/02/thailand-and-cambodia-trip-notes.html' title='Thailand and Cambodia trip notes'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-8367273533310148525</id><published>2004-02-04T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush ruins marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;George W. Bush has proposed increasing the federal deficit by starting a ten-digit federal program to improve marriage.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Given the past history of government programs, I'm predicting the percentage marriage stats will decline between now (2003 data) and when W leaves office. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;(in line with W, I'm omitting gay marriage, "living in sin", second and subsequent marriages, polygamy, bestiality and anything other than one&amp;nbsp; man, one woman, of the right age, getting married before their first child)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-8367273533310148525?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/8367273533310148525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=8367273533310148525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8367273533310148525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8367273533310148525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/02/bush-ruins-marriage.html' title='Bush ruins marriage'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-759737608255650980</id><published>2004-01-31T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush "Damned Lies" Sticker</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Irregular Times took a suggestion of mine and made a &lt;A href="http://www.cafeshops.com/irregulargoods.7747327"&gt;bumper sticker&lt;/A&gt; out of it. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Bush '04: Lies, Damned Lies, and Lies of Mass Destruction"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;There are a lot of other items there which will amuse or infuriate you, depending on your political leanings. I get no royalties on this sticker, so pick any anti-Bush sticker you like.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-759737608255650980?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/759737608255650980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=759737608255650980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/759737608255650980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/759737608255650980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/01/bush-lies-sticker.html' title='Bush &amp;quot;Damned Lies&amp;quot; Sticker'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-1801871827183628977</id><published>2004-01-30T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicycle Commute Glenview to Chicago</title><content type='html'>I've posted pictures of my &lt;A href="http://hometown.aol.com/mikekr/myhomepage/bike_commute_part1.htm"&gt;bicycle commute&lt;/A&gt; from Glenview to Chicago. It's an 18-20 mile one way trip, so there are quite a few pictures and a fair amount of variety to the route. Comments appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-1801871827183628977?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/1801871827183628977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=1801871827183628977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1801871827183628977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/1801871827183628977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/01/bicycle-commute-glenview-to-chicago.html' title='Bicycle Commute Glenview to Chicago'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-4646128191184396589</id><published>2004-01-29T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT lang=0 face=Arial size=2 FAMILY="SANSSERIF" PTSIZE="10"&gt;If we acknowledge the divine providence of the Lord in everything, the Lord leads us in agreement with our love for goodness and truth. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Apocalypse Explained 1174&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Emanuel Swedenborg&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-4646128191184396589?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4646128191184396589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=4646128191184396589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4646128191184396589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4646128191184396589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/01/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the Day'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-7183109014830667835</id><published>2004-01-29T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adopting a journalist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN style="mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Wired News&amp;nbsp;&lt;A href="http://www.wired.com/news/politics/0,1283,62068,00.html"&gt;reports&lt;/A&gt; Some politically minded bloggers find a new way to keep themselves busy this campaign season: They "adopt" a journalist and track his or her every keystroke. (by Noah Shachtman).&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN style="mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN style="mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;Wow. Thats a lot of work. Somebody like Eric Zorn writes several columns a week, plus a &lt;U&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/columnists/ericzorn/chi-zornlog.story"&gt;blog&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/U&gt;. The Wired writer, Schachtman, isnt suitable either. Hes done 227 other Wired stories. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;Id want to track somebody who didnt write so much. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;Somebody dead, so they can't suddenly go all productive on me.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;I could find somebody being tracked by other people. So, I could comment about their commentary.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;I wouldnt want to do it on my own time. And, I wouldnt want to do it where I had to hide the activity from my employer. Ideally, Id like to get paid for this. That would be cool.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 5pt 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;Id like this job to be respected. I know the people Im writing about just used regular names, but Id like to be called .... Professor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I guess this explains why academic jobs in the humanities are hard to get, even though the pay is low.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-7183109014830667835?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/7183109014830667835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=7183109014830667835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/7183109014830667835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/7183109014830667835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/01/adopting-journalist.html' title='Adopting a journalist?'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-4577468965476566213</id><published>2004-01-26T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortality</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT lang=0 face=Arial size=2 FAMILY="SANSSERIF" PTSIZE="10"&gt;A bad day for feeling young. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT lang=0 face=Arial size=2 FAMILY="SANSSERIF" PTSIZE="10"&gt;I tried the "clock test" for Alzheimer's on this page: &lt;A href="http://www.pbs.org/theforgetting/symptoms/testing.html"&gt;http://www.pbs.org/theforgetting/symptoms/testing.html&lt;/A&gt; and my clock pretty much matched the description of&amp;nbsp;early Alheimer's.&amp;nbsp;So, I had my boss take the test. His clock looked exactly like the "good" example.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT lang=0 face=Arial size=2 FAMILY="SANSSERIF" PTSIZE="10"&gt;While waiting for the dentist,&amp;nbsp;I read an article in Bicycling magazine which stated that high mileage&amp;nbsp;cyclists &lt;FONT lang=0 face=Arial size=2 FAMILY="SANSSERIF" PTSIZE="10"&gt;are at increased risk of osteoporesis. I did over 5,000 miles in 2004.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT lang=0 face=Arial size=2 FAMILY="SANSSERIF" PTSIZE="10"&gt;The dentist&amp;nbsp;spent a long time examining my tongue, muttered something like "Hmm ... might be precancerous." He took some pictures, and asked me to see him in a month. He might recommend a biopsy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT lang=0 face=Arial size=2 FAMILY="SANSSERIF" PTSIZE="10"&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I think I'll go to bed now.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-4577468965476566213?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4577468965476566213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=4577468965476566213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4577468965476566213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4577468965476566213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/01/mortality.html' title='Mortality'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-2835855038299693586</id><published>2004-01-20T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter bike to work day</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT lang=0 face=Arial size=2 PTSIZE="10" FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;Today was Winter bike to work day, so I figured I'd ride in despite the 8 degree temperature.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;There was a small group at Daley Plaza (about 7:20), with the CBF providing hot chocolate, t-shirts, and donuts or cookies or something like that.&amp;nbsp; I got interviewed by WGN channel 9, probably because my ski mask made a good visual; channel 7 was also there.&amp;nbsp; I saw two fellow Evanston Bike Club members, Dave Barish and Dave Skogley. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT lang=0 face=Arial size=2 PTSIZE="10" FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;It's odd when people tell you they saw you on TV, but you didn't get a chance to see the film yourself.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-2835855038299693586?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/2835855038299693586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=2835855038299693586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/2835855038299693586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/2835855038299693586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/01/winter-bike-to-work-day.html' title='Winter bike to work day'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-6002100214717268371</id><published>2004-01-07T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2003: a good year for bicycling</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Highlights:&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I achieved my New Year's resolution to do a century in every month (metric&lt;BR&gt;OK if below freezing).&lt;BR&gt;I finally did a brevet (OK, so it was only the 200K brevet, but ...)&lt;BR&gt;Touring: a 7 day, 650+ mile trip from Kalamazoo, MI to Petoskey, MI and back home to Chicago. This was a wonderful trip -- no rain, no flats, and no negative incidents I can recall.&lt;BR&gt;I finally went mountain biking at Kettle Moraine Forest in Wisconsin this fall. I got a 1-day UCI licence and entered a cyclocross race. Both were great fun (even finishing 39th out of 43 in the race).&lt;BR&gt;Mileage: 5079 (a new high for me).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;2004 goals:&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Fewer miles. I'm using up most of my annual vacation on a trip abroad, and I want to do more volunteer rehabilitation work in the local forest preserves.&lt;BR&gt;My resolution is not to obsess about the lower mileage.&lt;BR&gt;On the other hand, doing a 300K brevet would be an interesting goal, too. ;)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-6002100214717268371?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/6002100214717268371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=6002100214717268371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6002100214717268371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/6002100214717268371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/01/2003-good-year-for-bicycling.html' title='2003: a good year for bicycling'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-4101695923435722969</id><published>2004-01-06T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa - the true story</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Yes, Fuzzy Math Gurus, there is a Santa Claus.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;There are "facts" floating around the internet, "proving" that one Santa just couldn't do it all, but they fail too see the obvious conclusion -- FRANCHISING!&amp;nbsp; This also explains why "Santa" is often known as "Santa Claus".&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;Let me explain:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Yes, it's true Santa would need to make 822.6 visits per second, or 2,961,360 per hour.&amp;nbsp; However, if we assume that there are 740,340 worldwide Santas (the exact number is known only to the Salvation Army), then each Santa has to make 1 visit only every 15 minutes. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Roughly speaking, this is&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;5 minutes for travel (footnote below)&lt;BR&gt;1 minute for sorting out that house's gifts &lt;BR&gt;1 minute for chimney diving / lock picking &lt;BR&gt;3 minutes for gift arranging&lt;BR&gt;2 minutes for cookie eating &lt;BR&gt;1 minute for exiting premises and returning to sleigh&lt;BR&gt;2 minutes "slack" time for unforseen events (most commonly, large dogs)&lt;BR&gt;---&lt;BR&gt;15 minutes&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; "Santa" is, of course, a very sought after title, and the geographic franchises to be the local "Santa" are subject to yearly adjustments due to population shifts.&amp;nbsp; The changes in the legal paragraphs governing geographic territories in the "Santa" agreement are called "Santa Clauses", a term which eventually has been commonly applied to "Santas" themselves.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Thanks for the opportunity to clear this up. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Footnote: The travel time has been reduced considerably in this century by the use of "jet sleighs" manufactured by Boeing.&amp;nbsp; The original model 7 sleigh, in fact, is what gave the Boeing corporation its name.&amp;nbsp; Elves, noticing how the new sleighs (with, sadly, aluminum reindeer) bounced from housetop to housetop, cheered "Boing! Boing!", which in an Elvin accent sounded like "Boeing! Boeing!".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Picture above: Santas start training -- if they can't ride a bike, they will never master the sleigh!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-4101695923435722969?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4101695923435722969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=4101695923435722969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4101695923435722969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/4101695923435722969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/01/santa-true-story.html' title='Santa - the true story'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-8921159575279161558</id><published>2004-01-05T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leak-thru paths</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT lang=0 face=Arial size=2 PTSIZE="10" FAMILY="SANSSERIF"&gt;A list of leak-through paths (bike/pedestrian shortcute) in Glenview, Illinois has been added to my home page, making that home page not quite useless.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;A href="http://hometown.aol.com/mikekr/myhomepage/index.htm"&gt;http://hometown.aol.com/mikekr/myhomepage/index.htm&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;A href="http://hometown.aol.com/mikekr/myhomepage/index.html"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-8921159575279161558?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/8921159575279161558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=8921159575279161558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8921159575279161558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/8921159575279161558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/01/leak-thru-paths.html' title='Leak-thru paths'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-2898677918194345565</id><published>2004-01-05T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do bicyclists really get in the way? part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;This was written in response to Eric Peters' article&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://channels.netscape.com/ns/autos/package.jsp?name=autos/sharing_road1"&gt;http://channels.netscape.com/ns/autos/package.jsp?name=autos/sharing_road1&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;a piece&amp;nbsp;he wrote on bicycles sharing the road -- or, in his view, hogging it.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp; There are some good points&amp;nbsp;on which bicyclist behavior could be improved. Certainly there are bicyclists who ride incorrectly, and a couple of traffic tickets might go far toward improving that. In particular, only idiots bike at night without at least the legal minimum lights and reflectors.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; However, there's a general attitude in your article, that everybody should&lt;BR&gt;get the heck out of my way. There's also, in my opinion, a general&lt;BR&gt;misunderstanding of who is in whose way.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; Are good cyclists really in anybody's way, any more than they would be if&lt;BR&gt;they were just one more solo driver in a Lincoln Navigator? That's doubtful.&lt;BR&gt;I'm in a suburban household with 4 drivers and two cars, and personally&lt;BR&gt;seldom drive. Instead, I bike over 4,000 miles a year (and take the train to&lt;BR&gt;work).&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; Back when I was in a car for those miles, I was one more solo driver&lt;BR&gt;clogging up the road. I was the last car that made it through a traffic&lt;BR&gt;light, so you had to wait.&amp;nbsp; I took up the last close parking spot, so you&lt;BR&gt;had to park a block away.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-2898677918194345565?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/2898677918194345565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=2898677918194345565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/2898677918194345565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/2898677918194345565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/01/do-bicyclists-really-get-in-way-part-1.html' title='Do bicyclists really get in the way? part 1'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876089812186509000.post-2929359291031872383</id><published>2004-01-05T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:02.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do bicyclists really get in the way? part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;You had to wait 5 minutes for me while I finished&lt;BR&gt;pumping my gas. I parked in front of your house, which was a real pain in&lt;BR&gt;the butt because nobody wants to see a red 1982 Ford Escort out their front&lt;BR&gt;window. My buddies and I drove to the gym during evening rush hour, and&lt;BR&gt;caused you to be an extra minute late every working day because of the jam&lt;BR&gt;near the gym. I got rid of my pennies at the toll booth, which made the&lt;BR&gt;automatic counter take an extra ten seconds counting them.&amp;nbsp; My car alarm&lt;BR&gt;went off when you leaned on my car to tie your shoe. Every other month, I&lt;BR&gt;hit the "panic button" instead of the "door unlock" and it took me 20&lt;BR&gt;seconds to figure out how to turn it off. I drove the speed limit in the&lt;BR&gt;left lane of the expressway.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; I was Everyman in a white minivan.&amp;nbsp; You didn't notice ME, because there were&lt;BR&gt;so many of ME, and because I was YOU, too.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; On my bike, I'm noticeable because I'm different, just like you notice the&lt;BR&gt;neighbor who owns a yellow Corvette. But am I really in your way any more&lt;BR&gt;than I was then? No. I'm just more visible. (and in a lot better shape than&lt;BR&gt;I used to be)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876089812186509000-2929359291031872383?l=zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/feeds/2929359291031872383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876089812186509000&amp;postID=2929359291031872383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/2929359291031872383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876089812186509000/posts/default/2929359291031872383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zbicyclist-zlog.blogspot.com/2004/01/do-bicyclists-really-get-in-way-part-2.html' title='Do bicyclists really get in the way? part 2'/><author><name>zbicyclist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850387889082662189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T7_VEzplEn8/R3EoFIx3nkI/AAAAAAAAACM/pYht0sy0jmI/S220/IMG_0890+MWK+trim.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
