Dear Readers,
In staying up-to-date with my favorite bands, I came across this interesting story.
Apparently, a music venue in Nashville has booked my favorite metal band, The Black Dahlia Murder. Good for them, I say! I saw this act a few weeks ago when it rumbled through Chicago, and it was amazing, as usual. So what's the big deal? Oh, right. Rocketown is a Christian youth hangout. I'm sure the brutal, pummeling, shrieking songs about necrophilia, suicide, and blood-soaked battlefields will fit right in. Oops!
As great admirer of both The Black Dahlia Murder and the First Amendment of our Constitution's Bill of Rights, I am more than happy to comment on this.
First, I want to make one thing clear. When I read this article, the last thing on my mind is the grave and menacing threat that the band poses to society. They are not Satan-worshippers. No, they don't actually have sex with corpses. Nor do they encourage their fans to commit suicide or shoot people or even to stop brushing their teeth. Not an ounce of their content contains any trace of explicitly or even implicitly harmful messages to any average adult.
So, if they're not actually maniacal Satan-worshiping killers, then what is the real issue here? Well, there's three interesting fronts: the business side, the parenting side, and good old freedom of speech.
First, it sounds like a pretty shady move on part of Rocketown. The majority of its customers seem to think that it is a Christian venue, but Rocketown disagrees. But, if they booked only Christian acts and made themselves the clean, safe teenage hangout spot, then they need to man up to the identity they made for themselves. Instead, they had an opportunity to book a great act that would bring a huge, energetic crowd full of new customers. So, they made a shrewd business decision at the expense of their customer base - their Christian community. However, if this booking is actually not inconsistent with past shows at Rocketown, and this is simply a small contingent of parents that don't like the bands, then there's no reason that the show should be prevented.
Second, should that concerned father let his 16 year-old son get into The Black Dahlia Murder? Probably not now. But not because TBDM are evil and likely lead his son down a bad road. Rather, it is because the father already has bigger issues to worry about, like why he thinks censoring is a healthy form of discipline. More harm can potentially be inflicted when a young man's most involved and respected mentor becomes intolerant and restrictive about something in which he is genuinely interested. If this boy hears something that he likes, and his father tells him it is evil and bad, then, in essence, the son is being told that there is something wrong with his tastes. After all, he likes evil and bad things! So there must be something wrong with him, right? No. This connection is faulty, and so censoring without discussion is equally faulty.
You see, music is a matter of taste that is best left to an individual's discretion. Being a good Christian, on the other hand, is a matter of values, and is best developed through loving and cooperative instruction. If you are a parent and your kid wants to listen to something you don't like, then I feel for you. It is a difficult situation, and it will require unpleasantness on your part. But, you can't just scold and restrict. Rather, you need to face it directly, with compassion and understanding. By censoring potentially offensive content in order to avoid uncomfortable conversations, one only serves to shut the door to open, healthy communication.
Finally, I politely disagree with anyone who believe that this band is evil or can cause direct harm with their act. In fact, I am happy to know that I have no right to do anything *but* politely disagree. I take both pride and solace in this basic right that our country gives us. My education afforded me a firm grasp on two things: art is a matter of intellectual and aesthetic taste, and understanding and accepting freedom of speech is a skill that takes practice and patience. So, if these guys aren't inciting riots with their words, then there's no reason why they should be censored. And, luckily, they're not.
Here's what you do have in the Black Dahlia Murder. In broad daylight, this band are 5 nerdy white guys from Detroit who play loud, fast, insane music that appeals to very few people and that represents a musical genre whose biggest exposure came in a Jim Carey flick. They play video games, fart on each other, get goofy tattoos on a whim, consume staggering amounts of alcohol, marijuana, and junk food, have a blast whenever they can. They make music videos in bowling alleys and parking lots in Las Vegas. They are jolly, sweaty, wacky men-children.
Peel these stinky, yet harmless, onion layers back, and you find a group of gifted, dedicated artists who deeply love and appreciate their craft, work hard day in and day out to cultivate their exceptional (read: ungodly and .001% of population) talents, and are committed to delivering their craft to fans who actually appreciate them for their art. Count me in as one of those fans.
Until next time,
Your Metal-Loving Freedom Fighter,
Kevin
Monday, October 26, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
A post-race story
I had just finished the marathon. I was super sweaty, walking like a rusty tin man, physically and mentally exhausted. I hobbled two blocks to go pick up the bag I had checked before the race. As I was waiting, another race finisher walked up to me and said "Congratulations! Go Team!" He was a thirty-something man who was also wearing the TNT purple shirt. I was used to hearing this; throughout the entire race, there were lots of people who recognized my shirt and shouted very encouraging things to me. It felt great.
So, I wearily look up and thank this gentleman for his support. Without hesitation or a blink of an eye, he responded "No, thank you for saving my daughter." He smiled, and he walked away. I was stunned.
Maybe it was the exhaustion and emotion of having just completed a marathon, but I just about doubled over at that point. The enormity of my accomplishment had snuck up on me and hit me square in the gut at precisely that moment. I'll never forget it as long as I live.
So, I wearily look up and thank this gentleman for his support. Without hesitation or a blink of an eye, he responded "No, thank you for saving my daughter." He smiled, and he walked away. I was stunned.
Maybe it was the exhaustion and emotion of having just completed a marathon, but I just about doubled over at that point. The enormity of my accomplishment had snuck up on me and hit me square in the gut at precisely that moment. I'll never forget it as long as I live.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
VICTORY!!
Dear Readers,
It is my great pleasure and honor to inform you that I am officially a marathon finisher! On Sunday, October 11, I completed the Bank of America Chicago Marathon in a time of 4:30'51" and placed 18,860th out of 33,608 finishers.
I kept a steady pace of about 10 minutes for all 26.2 miles. In fact, my first mile was 10'30", and my final mile clocked in under 10 minutes. Had I not stopped to use a Port-O-Let during my twenty-second mile, I would have finished in under 4 hours, 25 minutes*. Needless to say, I am thrilled with these results!
Furthermore, I am relieved to report that I finished the race without injury. Yes, my toe and knees and hamstrings that had so often threatened me throughout training were obedient and resilient through 26.2 miles.
I am very sorry to say that the Verizon-sponsored runner tracking notifications were a major disappointment. Everyone I talked to that signed up has told me that either no notifications were sent, or that only one very late notification was sent. If you were worried that perhaps I did not finish, please rest easy - I kicked butt all over the Windy City, mile after mile, for 26.2 miles, through twenty-nine different neighborhoods. My only regret is that you could not share in this excitement in the form of periodic text messages and emails.
But never fear! There are photos! Click here to view a short photo album taken from the sideline at various points along the course. My thanks to Kat for the awesome photos and even greater moral support!
I plan on writing more about my marathon experience, but for now, I would like to just say an enormous THANK YOU to everyone who has supported me in any form over the past 6 months. Your kind words and helpful advice meant so much to me.
Finally, I'd like to give special thanks to each and every person who contributed to my fundraising efforts for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. With your help, I have raised over $1,450 for an organization that will use it for tremendous good.
Victoriously,
Your 18,860th Place Finisher,
Kevin
*For the record, I have no regrets about the pit stop. After over 3 and a half hours of constant hydration, it was a necessary measure.
It is my great pleasure and honor to inform you that I am officially a marathon finisher! On Sunday, October 11, I completed the Bank of America Chicago Marathon in a time of 4:30'51" and placed 18,860th out of 33,608 finishers.
I kept a steady pace of about 10 minutes for all 26.2 miles. In fact, my first mile was 10'30", and my final mile clocked in under 10 minutes. Had I not stopped to use a Port-O-Let during my twenty-second mile, I would have finished in under 4 hours, 25 minutes*. Needless to say, I am thrilled with these results!
Furthermore, I am relieved to report that I finished the race without injury. Yes, my toe and knees and hamstrings that had so often threatened me throughout training were obedient and resilient through 26.2 miles.
I am very sorry to say that the Verizon-sponsored runner tracking notifications were a major disappointment. Everyone I talked to that signed up has told me that either no notifications were sent, or that only one very late notification was sent. If you were worried that perhaps I did not finish, please rest easy - I kicked butt all over the Windy City, mile after mile, for 26.2 miles, through twenty-nine different neighborhoods. My only regret is that you could not share in this excitement in the form of periodic text messages and emails.
But never fear! There are photos! Click here to view a short photo album taken from the sideline at various points along the course. My thanks to Kat for the awesome photos and even greater moral support!
I plan on writing more about my marathon experience, but for now, I would like to just say an enormous THANK YOU to everyone who has supported me in any form over the past 6 months. Your kind words and helpful advice meant so much to me.
Finally, I'd like to give special thanks to each and every person who contributed to my fundraising efforts for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. With your help, I have raised over $1,450 for an organization that will use it for tremendous good.
Victoriously,
Your 18,860th Place Finisher,
Kevin
*For the record, I have no regrets about the pit stop. After over 3 and a half hours of constant hydration, it was a necessary measure.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Running Update #6
Dear Readers,
Important update! If you read any of this post, read this next paragraph:
If you would like to know how my race is going as I am running it, you can sign up at this website. There, you can elect to have a text message or an email notification when I cross the following checkpoints: Starting Line, 10K (6.2mi), 13.1mi, 30K (18.6mi), and Finish Line. THIS IS COMPLETELY FREE (other than your normal texting fees) and all you need to do is sign in using an email address. Enter your mobile number or email address at which you'd prefer to get the update, and make sure to enter my name: Kevin Franke. If you know anyone else that is running, you can get updates for them, too. Again, click here to track my progress during the race!
Marathon: T-minus 5 days. Wow. I am really approaching freak out time. For a week or two, it's simply been a low, ominous feeling of doom, but now it is materializing itself rather nicely into a very real and very legitimate menace to my poor, defenseless body and mind.
Of course, I'm being dramatic. But, as throughout the entire training process, worry has been my biggest enemy. And I always feel I have something to worry about. Especially now - my right knee is clicking all the time, my right foot arch is very tender and sore, my left hip flexor is pinched, and the ligaments along the back of both of my knees are constantly tightening up. Yeah, I don't like it. I fear that *something* is going crap out during the race - and I don't know how I'm going to handle that.
So, I guess the way to handle it is to not worry about it, stretch the best I can every day, go to physical therapy this week, and just go for it! I will be equipped with plentiful ibuprofen before and during the run, I will have food and water, and thousands upon thousands of people surrounding me. Let's all keep our fingers crossed!
Oh, let's all keep our fingers crossed for Kat to get well soon. Yesterday, she came down with either a real nasty cold or the flu. She's right in the thick of the "super icky" part of being sick. It totally sucks, and I'm not even sick like she is.
Come to think of it, I'd really like to keep it that way. Running the marathon on Sunday with the flu does not sound appealing to me.
Finally, Dear Readers, I would like to remind you that I am still raising funds for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society (donate here). If you have wanted to donate, but haven't had a chance, the time is now. I would love to know that I have reached my fundraising goal by race day - it would be a great source of inspiration and motivation for me during the race, and, at the very least, one less thing to worry about. You know, because I tend to worry excessively. Excessively.
A lot.
Until next time, Dear Readers,
Your Chronically Worrisome Boy,
Kevin
Important update! If you read any of this post, read this next paragraph:
If you would like to know how my race is going as I am running it, you can sign up at this website. There, you can elect to have a text message or an email notification when I cross the following checkpoints: Starting Line, 10K (6.2mi), 13.1mi, 30K (18.6mi), and Finish Line. THIS IS COMPLETELY FREE (other than your normal texting fees) and all you need to do is sign in using an email address. Enter your mobile number or email address at which you'd prefer to get the update, and make sure to enter my name: Kevin Franke. If you know anyone else that is running, you can get updates for them, too. Again, click here to track my progress during the race!
Marathon: T-minus 5 days. Wow. I am really approaching freak out time. For a week or two, it's simply been a low, ominous feeling of doom, but now it is materializing itself rather nicely into a very real and very legitimate menace to my poor, defenseless body and mind.
Of course, I'm being dramatic. But, as throughout the entire training process, worry has been my biggest enemy. And I always feel I have something to worry about. Especially now - my right knee is clicking all the time, my right foot arch is very tender and sore, my left hip flexor is pinched, and the ligaments along the back of both of my knees are constantly tightening up. Yeah, I don't like it. I fear that *something* is going crap out during the race - and I don't know how I'm going to handle that.
So, I guess the way to handle it is to not worry about it, stretch the best I can every day, go to physical therapy this week, and just go for it! I will be equipped with plentiful ibuprofen before and during the run, I will have food and water, and thousands upon thousands of people surrounding me. Let's all keep our fingers crossed!
Oh, let's all keep our fingers crossed for Kat to get well soon. Yesterday, she came down with either a real nasty cold or the flu. She's right in the thick of the "super icky" part of being sick. It totally sucks, and I'm not even sick like she is.
Come to think of it, I'd really like to keep it that way. Running the marathon on Sunday with the flu does not sound appealing to me.
Finally, Dear Readers, I would like to remind you that I am still raising funds for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society (donate here). If you have wanted to donate, but haven't had a chance, the time is now. I would love to know that I have reached my fundraising goal by race day - it would be a great source of inspiration and motivation for me during the race, and, at the very least, one less thing to worry about. You know, because I tend to worry excessively. Excessively.
A lot.
Until next time, Dear Readers,
Your Chronically Worrisome Boy,
Kevin
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Running Update #5
Dear Readers,
A HUGE THANK YOU to EVERYONE who has donated to my cause so far! I have raised over $1,000 and I am so grateful to each and every one of you. I will be personally in touch with each one of you in the coming weeks. It is hard for me to convey just how much I appreciate your support, but seriously - hats off to you! You rock! :-D
But - alas! I am still a ways away from both my fundraising minimum ($1,400) and my ultimate goal of $2,000. If you have taken an interest in my journey since May and thought that you might consider donating, now is a great time to do so. If you have any questions, *please* contact me and I'd be happy to answer them. Here is the link:
Team in Training - Kevin Franke
I will have more information about runner tracking notifications (automatic notifications letting people know when I start, am halfway through, and finish the race) soon.
If you recall, Dear Facebooking Readers, on the first day of September, I declared that I would not shave my beard until at least I had completed the race. Well, I was true to my word. My beard is definitely the biggest it has ever been. It has served as a reminder to stay focused on the race but I'm starting to look pretty weird at work and in classes. My appearance has been likened to such notable long-haired and bearded figures as Jesus and Forrest Gump. I take both as compliments.
To those of you who haven't seen me in a while, here's a ghastly update on my severely neglected physical appearance. To those of you who have seen this in person recently...
I'm sorry.
Until next time,
Your Bearded Boy,
Kevin
A HUGE THANK YOU to EVERYONE who has donated to my cause so far! I have raised over $1,000 and I am so grateful to each and every one of you. I will be personally in touch with each one of you in the coming weeks. It is hard for me to convey just how much I appreciate your support, but seriously - hats off to you! You rock! :-D
But - alas! I am still a ways away from both my fundraising minimum ($1,400) and my ultimate goal of $2,000. If you have taken an interest in my journey since May and thought that you might consider donating, now is a great time to do so. If you have any questions, *please* contact me and I'd be happy to answer them. Here is the link:
Team in Training - Kevin Franke
I will have more information about runner tracking notifications (automatic notifications letting people know when I start, am halfway through, and finish the race) soon.
If you recall, Dear Facebooking Readers, on the first day of September, I declared that I would not shave my beard until at least I had completed the race. Well, I was true to my word. My beard is definitely the biggest it has ever been. It has served as a reminder to stay focused on the race but I'm starting to look pretty weird at work and in classes. My appearance has been likened to such notable long-haired and bearded figures as Jesus and Forrest Gump. I take both as compliments.
To those of you who haven't seen me in a while, here's a ghastly update on my severely neglected physical appearance. To those of you who have seen this in person recently...
I'm sorry.
Until next time,
Your Bearded Boy,
Kevin
Monday, September 28, 2009
Running Update #4
Dear Readers,
It is less than two weeks until the marathon! I can't believe it is this close. Training has been hard, and definitely did not progress how I had planned - but one way or another, I am ALMOST there! The strenuous phase of training is over, and the goal now is to taper and allow my legs to recover for the big day.
I went on my longest training run on Saturday. It was....interesting. The goal was 20 miles, but I only finished 18. At about mile 8, I started to notice that my stomach was not feeling well. I tried to eat (my nutritious but totally inappropriate workout snack of pretzel rods and raisins), but it did not settle well in me. By mile 12, I felt noticeably worse than I did at that point in my past runs. At the end of mile 14.5, I had to stop. I walked half a mile, and was extremely dizzy and pretty weak. Determined to finish, I somehow mustered the will power to finish another 3 miles.
Probably not a good idea.
When I slowed to a walk after the 18th mile, I realized that I was in bad shape. I was pretty much delirious and EXTREMELY dizzy. It was scary as hell. I couldn't eat - it all tasted terrible and my mouth was so dry. The only thing I could do was drink water/gatorade and stare blankly. Thank goodness I had Kat with me - she made sure I didn't pass out. After about 30 minutes, I mustered the strength to bike back home. It turns out my body temp had dropped pretty low. I wrapped myself in blankets and ate and drank as much as I could.
Later that night, I was wolfing down a burger, no problem! So, stop worrying. I'm okay!
Yes, yes, I know -- "Be CAREFUL, Kevin! Are you crazy?!" I need to be much more cognizant of my nutrition during the race. On my run this weekend, I am going to try out some Shot Blocks to see how my stomach handles them. I will stay plenty hydrated and fueled up, and as long as my legs hold up, I'll finish that race!
In the meantime, I still need your help! Although I have had MANY wonderful, generous donations, I still have a ways to go to reach my goal of $2,000! Please consider dusting off that piggy bank and helping me support the Leukemia and Lymphoma Socity! Really, anything will help - $25 or $15 or even $10 bucks...heck, any spare singles you have laying around will all add up in a big way!
The link to donate is here
In the coming weeks, look out for a totally awesome pre-race update or two. I will have more information about race day! Maybe if you're lucky, I'll post a picture of my running beard!
Your Running Boy,
Forrest
It is less than two weeks until the marathon! I can't believe it is this close. Training has been hard, and definitely did not progress how I had planned - but one way or another, I am ALMOST there! The strenuous phase of training is over, and the goal now is to taper and allow my legs to recover for the big day.
I went on my longest training run on Saturday. It was....interesting. The goal was 20 miles, but I only finished 18. At about mile 8, I started to notice that my stomach was not feeling well. I tried to eat (my nutritious but totally inappropriate workout snack of pretzel rods and raisins), but it did not settle well in me. By mile 12, I felt noticeably worse than I did at that point in my past runs. At the end of mile 14.5, I had to stop. I walked half a mile, and was extremely dizzy and pretty weak. Determined to finish, I somehow mustered the will power to finish another 3 miles.
Probably not a good idea.
When I slowed to a walk after the 18th mile, I realized that I was in bad shape. I was pretty much delirious and EXTREMELY dizzy. It was scary as hell. I couldn't eat - it all tasted terrible and my mouth was so dry. The only thing I could do was drink water/gatorade and stare blankly. Thank goodness I had Kat with me - she made sure I didn't pass out. After about 30 minutes, I mustered the strength to bike back home. It turns out my body temp had dropped pretty low. I wrapped myself in blankets and ate and drank as much as I could.
Later that night, I was wolfing down a burger, no problem! So, stop worrying. I'm okay!
Yes, yes, I know -- "Be CAREFUL, Kevin! Are you crazy?!" I need to be much more cognizant of my nutrition during the race. On my run this weekend, I am going to try out some Shot Blocks to see how my stomach handles them. I will stay plenty hydrated and fueled up, and as long as my legs hold up, I'll finish that race!
In the meantime, I still need your help! Although I have had MANY wonderful, generous donations, I still have a ways to go to reach my goal of $2,000! Please consider dusting off that piggy bank and helping me support the Leukemia and Lymphoma Socity! Really, anything will help - $25 or $15 or even $10 bucks...heck, any spare singles you have laying around will all add up in a big way!
The link to donate is here
In the coming weeks, look out for a totally awesome pre-race update or two. I will have more information about race day! Maybe if you're lucky, I'll post a picture of my running beard!
Your Running Boy,
Forrest
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Running Update #3
Dear Readers,
Let me tell you, this running thing - it's not a bad racket. I honestly enjoy the extended self-propulsion across assorted pavements that is distance running in Chicago. Interestingly, I feel antsy and uncomfortable when I am not running. I am proud to say that I am becoming chemically and psychologically dependent on it. I'm high on exercise!
I have good reasons. I find peace during my runs. It is a good time to clear my head and think. I can satisfy my craving for challenge. I blow off serious work, school, and life-related stress. I see nice people. I see nice things. I sweat. I grunt. I get to be manly. These are all very serious needs that I have, and the act of running goes a long way to satisfying them for me. I am really happy that I have taken on this challenge.
However, it's not all sunshine and lollipops. As I mentioned, my knees haven't exactly taken too kindly to the training. Also, following Saturday's 16-mile run, I think I will be losing the toenail on my left second-toe. I will make sure to post gross pictures in case it does happen. Oh, and the blister spanning the entire end of my toe is fun, too!
Undoubtedly, the most difficult experience from marathon training so far has been the constant battle against negativity. It is far more difficult to stay positive and temperate during an extended challenge than it is to doubt and defeat yourself. But all I need is to have a good day and it reminds me of why I'm doing this.
Speaking of which, here is why I am doing this: LLS Team in Training. I am raising funds for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society to help them in their battle against blood cancers. LLS is the philanthropy of my college fraternity, Phi Kappa Sigma, and they are a great organization.
Please take a minute and check out that link. And if you can, please consider making a donation to LLS on my behalf. I've got some cool ideas about how I can give back to those who have donated, so look out for them!
And to those of you who have already contributed...THANK YOU!! I want you to know that your support means so much to me and has helped me keep my eyes on the prize. Thanks so much!
Your Running/Schooling/Working Boy,
Kevin
Let me tell you, this running thing - it's not a bad racket. I honestly enjoy the extended self-propulsion across assorted pavements that is distance running in Chicago. Interestingly, I feel antsy and uncomfortable when I am not running. I am proud to say that I am becoming chemically and psychologically dependent on it. I'm high on exercise!
I have good reasons. I find peace during my runs. It is a good time to clear my head and think. I can satisfy my craving for challenge. I blow off serious work, school, and life-related stress. I see nice people. I see nice things. I sweat. I grunt. I get to be manly. These are all very serious needs that I have, and the act of running goes a long way to satisfying them for me. I am really happy that I have taken on this challenge.
However, it's not all sunshine and lollipops. As I mentioned, my knees haven't exactly taken too kindly to the training. Also, following Saturday's 16-mile run, I think I will be losing the toenail on my left second-toe. I will make sure to post gross pictures in case it does happen. Oh, and the blister spanning the entire end of my toe is fun, too!
Undoubtedly, the most difficult experience from marathon training so far has been the constant battle against negativity. It is far more difficult to stay positive and temperate during an extended challenge than it is to doubt and defeat yourself. But all I need is to have a good day and it reminds me of why I'm doing this.
Speaking of which, here is why I am doing this: LLS Team in Training. I am raising funds for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society to help them in their battle against blood cancers. LLS is the philanthropy of my college fraternity, Phi Kappa Sigma, and they are a great organization.
Please take a minute and check out that link. And if you can, please consider making a donation to LLS on my behalf. I've got some cool ideas about how I can give back to those who have donated, so look out for them!
And to those of you who have already contributed...THANK YOU!! I want you to know that your support means so much to me and has helped me keep my eyes on the prize. Thanks so much!
Your Running/Schooling/Working Boy,
Kevin
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Running Update #2
Dear Readers,
After a 40-day hiatus, I am back on my feet! My left knee went buggy on me (read: knife-stabbing pain) halfway through a long run on July 18th. I was really bummed about that, and I admit now that I let it get to me pretty bad. My confidence wavered a lot, and I was having some serious doubts about this whole marathon thing.
In the meantime, I had a lot going on. I spent most of the 4 weeks after my injury out of state, conducting my last 32 interviews in that span. I returned and had about 45 contact reports to complete in less than a week. In a stressful few days, I had to tie up all the loose ends of having a traveling job for 8 months (a LOT of work). The very next day, I started graduate school! Talk about switching gears!
Unfortunately, amidst all that running around, I was rarely actually running. Luckily, rest is almost never a bad thing when it comes to injuries, and now my knees are doing great. How do I know?
I completed a long run of 16 miles yesterday!
Huzzah! It took me 2:34'05''.36. My average mile came out to around 10 minutes. My previous long run was 8 miles. Let me tell you, I sure missed running. The thoughts and feelings that pass by while on a long run are incredible. It's a constant flip-flop between pain and pleasure, exhilaration and agony, confidence and self-doubt. Distance running is a sport for the patient, and I am far from patient.
Luckily, Kat was there with me. She rode her bike by my side for the entire time! She gave me food and water when I needed it and helped keep my mind focused and my emotions in check. She even dealt with the awful embarrassment when I got a little delirious and started moaning and yelling incoherently around the 15 mile marker: "ahhHHH Generalll...CUSTER!!" "BANANAS!! in pa-JAMASSS!" "MARMALADE!!!"
I would like to thank everyone who has supported me so far. Your donations and words of encouragement mean so much to me!
I promise you that I will provide regular updates during the final month of training!
Until next time,
Your Running Boy,
Kevin
After a 40-day hiatus, I am back on my feet! My left knee went buggy on me (read: knife-stabbing pain) halfway through a long run on July 18th. I was really bummed about that, and I admit now that I let it get to me pretty bad. My confidence wavered a lot, and I was having some serious doubts about this whole marathon thing.
In the meantime, I had a lot going on. I spent most of the 4 weeks after my injury out of state, conducting my last 32 interviews in that span. I returned and had about 45 contact reports to complete in less than a week. In a stressful few days, I had to tie up all the loose ends of having a traveling job for 8 months (a LOT of work). The very next day, I started graduate school! Talk about switching gears!
Unfortunately, amidst all that running around, I was rarely actually running. Luckily, rest is almost never a bad thing when it comes to injuries, and now my knees are doing great. How do I know?
I completed a long run of 16 miles yesterday!
Huzzah! It took me 2:34'05''.36. My average mile came out to around 10 minutes. My previous long run was 8 miles. Let me tell you, I sure missed running. The thoughts and feelings that pass by while on a long run are incredible. It's a constant flip-flop between pain and pleasure, exhilaration and agony, confidence and self-doubt. Distance running is a sport for the patient, and I am far from patient.
Luckily, Kat was there with me. She rode her bike by my side for the entire time! She gave me food and water when I needed it and helped keep my mind focused and my emotions in check. She even dealt with the awful embarrassment when I got a little delirious and started moaning and yelling incoherently around the 15 mile marker: "ahhHHH Generalll...CUSTER!!" "BANANAS!! in pa-JAMASSS!" "MARMALADE!!!"
I would like to thank everyone who has supported me so far. Your donations and words of encouragement mean so much to me!
I promise you that I will provide regular updates during the final month of training!
Until next time,
Your Running Boy,
Kevin
Thursday, July 23, 2009
A perfect moment in history
Dear Readers,
(Please note this was written July 23 at 4:00pm PT, and due to Blogger error was not posted until the next day.)
I have been trying to calm down for the last hour, but I simply can't. The only outlet for my energy is to preserve this moment in words, so at least I can show my kids something about this once-in-a-lifetime occasion.
Mark Buehrle just pitched a perfect game.
Nine consecutive innings of 3-up, 3-down pitching, in one game. The enormity of the accomplishment is mind-boggling. The fact that it happened while I was in another state, driving and talking to a stranger and eating a crappy lunch, in a time zone two hours behind, and completely unaware of its occurrence is absolutely crushing to me.
I love my city. I love my team. I love my crappy apartment 3 blocks from Comiskey, a.k.a. The Cell, a.k.a. The Joan. I love it all with a deep sense of belonging and ownership. I have been a South Sider my whole life, and despite a myriad of potentially convincing reasons to jump ship, I sincerely doubt I will any time soon. In fact, my recent life decisions have successively brought me closer and deeper into the South Side location and culture.
I remember starting PAULIE! PAULIE! chants in the bleachers with the LXF before it was fashionable. Frank Thomas's biceps, nostrils, and towering 5-foot waistline were my childhood heroes. Some very close to me could even tell you about the summertime Konerko theme song. And let's not forget Tim Raines.
So it definitely stings a bit that I am sitting in hoitey-toitey California right now. I wish I were with my family, where I was when the Sox won the championship. And if not there, I wish I was watching the game in my apartment, where a 4-minute sprint would have taken me to a scalper or the box-office after the 7th inning so I could watch it all happen in person. Hell, I wish I was able to watch it in any form.
I don't mean to bitch. I really don't. But right now I feel like a hampster. I have so much pent-up excitement, and no amount of time on that god damn wheel will satisfy it. I want so badly to be with my family and/or friends and gush over what just happened today. The people here don't care. I mean, it's San Diego. It's always sunny and it is pretty outside. There's a reggae band playing by the pool.
They just don't get it.
And people who do get it might not even truly get it, because there's so much to get. Let me try to convey. Here's a list of things that make this moment so surreal to me:
Hmm, this is technically a sports blog, right? So I guess now I have to finish the article with a short sentence in a new paragraph that will cause you to pause and think deeply about the profundity of what you have just read.
This is that sentence.
(Please note this was written July 23 at 4:00pm PT, and due to Blogger error was not posted until the next day.)
I have been trying to calm down for the last hour, but I simply can't. The only outlet for my energy is to preserve this moment in words, so at least I can show my kids something about this once-in-a-lifetime occasion.
Mark Buehrle just pitched a perfect game.
Nine consecutive innings of 3-up, 3-down pitching, in one game. The enormity of the accomplishment is mind-boggling. The fact that it happened while I was in another state, driving and talking to a stranger and eating a crappy lunch, in a time zone two hours behind, and completely unaware of its occurrence is absolutely crushing to me.
I love my city. I love my team. I love my crappy apartment 3 blocks from Comiskey, a.k.a. The Cell, a.k.a. The Joan. I love it all with a deep sense of belonging and ownership. I have been a South Sider my whole life, and despite a myriad of potentially convincing reasons to jump ship, I sincerely doubt I will any time soon. In fact, my recent life decisions have successively brought me closer and deeper into the South Side location and culture.
I remember starting PAULIE! PAULIE! chants in the bleachers with the LXF before it was fashionable. Frank Thomas's biceps, nostrils, and towering 5-foot waistline were my childhood heroes. Some very close to me could even tell you about the summertime Konerko theme song. And let's not forget Tim Raines.
So it definitely stings a bit that I am sitting in hoitey-toitey California right now. I wish I were with my family, where I was when the Sox won the championship. And if not there, I wish I was watching the game in my apartment, where a 4-minute sprint would have taken me to a scalper or the box-office after the 7th inning so I could watch it all happen in person. Hell, I wish I was able to watch it in any form.
I don't mean to bitch. I really don't. But right now I feel like a hampster. I have so much pent-up excitement, and no amount of time on that god damn wheel will satisfy it. I want so badly to be with my family and/or friends and gush over what just happened today. The people here don't care. I mean, it's San Diego. It's always sunny and it is pretty outside. There's a reggae band playing by the pool.
They just don't get it.
And people who do get it might not even truly get it, because there's so much to get. Let me try to convey. Here's a list of things that make this moment so surreal to me:
- The opponent. I will forever hate the Rays. Their stupid dome in Florida. The incessant cowbells. The idiotic glasses on Joe Maddon. The creepy motivational posters in their clubhouse. The fact that they are a very talented, well-balanced baseball team. I don't know which gives El Perfecto more significance: the Sox-Rays rivalry that has developed, or the simple fact that Buehrle dominated so soundly such a quality team.The combination of both makes it a dizzying achievement.
- The timing. Game 4 of a homestand against a solid team. The victory gives the Sox a 3-1 series victory, ties them for first place in the AL Central, and pumps them up as they head to Detroit. If they win the next series, they will gain sole possession of the division lead.
- Historical significance. The 18th perfect game in history? Are you kidding me? Can you imagine what it that feels like? Okay, listen. For a little over six months every year, every single day more than two dozen pitchers get a chance to do what Buehrle did. And, after well over a century of repeated attempts, Buehrls is just the 18th person to accomplish it. Wow. Not only that, but he already has a no-no in his pocket. OnlySandy Koufax, Cy Young, Jim Bunning, Randy Johnson and Addie Joss have done the same thing. Unreal.
- Ridiculous Buehrle career accomplishments. Four-time All-Star. Winning pitcher in '05 All-Star game. Two victories in '05 playoffs. Earned a save in '05 World Series. Has a championship ring. Pitched a no-hitter. Hit a home run. Pitched a perfect game. And get this: he was personally commended by the President of the United States TWICE within nine days. This guy was picked in the 38th round of the amateur draft!
- The man himself. I love Mark Buehrle. He is an elite athlete but he is a tremendous man. To me, he represents the best of White Sox baseball: He is a humble, respectful, hard-working, down-to-earth guy. He plays the game with class. He has a sense of humor. He loves what he does. He loves his wife and kids. He is the type of pro athlete that I truly respect, not some spoiled, mentally-retarded playboy. There's a terrific article about him and his family on ESPN.com (click here). His brother's quote says it all: "He's always told me and his buddies in the past, 'If money ever starts to get to me and I forget where I come from or who I am, slap me around a little bit,' But we've never had to do that."
- Dewayne Wise. De-Wayne is De-man. Ultimate redemption for this guy. How frustrated have Sox fans been with this guy? That must feel so good to come in the game cold turkey and pull off a mostly athletic, partly circus, and 100% clutch catch like that. Also: How'd you like to be that fan in the first row in the bleachers your hands timidly outstretched as Wise makes that catch? Most will tell you that is one of the best catches in baseball history. It will be replayed over and over and over. And there you will be: reaching out and flinching like a goof when he hits the wall, over and over and over.
- Boxscore - Rays: 0-0-0 (beautiful goose eggs), White Sox: 5-6-0. (Buehrle's jersey is #56)
- Home plate umpire Eric Cooper is also #56. Eric Cooper also umpired Buehrle's last no-hitter.
- Buehrle's last no-hitter lasted 2hr 3min. Today's perfect game lasted 2hr 3min.
- Dewayne Wise makes an epic clutch play to preserve a perfect game. Ex-Sox player Juan Uribe blows a routine grounder in mid-8th inning to blow a perfect game less than a month ago.
Hmm, this is technically a sports blog, right? So I guess now I have to finish the article with a short sentence in a new paragraph that will cause you to pause and think deeply about the profundity of what you have just read.
This is that sentence.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Running update #1
Hello Dear Readers!
I must apologize. I have failed miserably at keeping up at my own commitment to myself to keep a public journal. But the wonderful thing about life is that each and every new moment is a moment ripe for lasting change! Well, here's my first official running update!
Yes, I have been training for the Chicago marathon! For real! Okay, I will admit that I have missed a few short runs, but by and large, I am well into my training schedule and I feel great! Well, great, given the circumstances. I mean, I am running about (a bazillion).7% more miles than I have ever ran per week before. So, yes -- I have blisters on my feet. Yes, my knees and ankles hurt too much. Yes, I have chafing in my...well, I have chafing. But the important thing is that I am learning how to be a runner.
Anyway, what I really wanted to tell you all is this:
I am not just training for the marathon for myself. I am raising money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society so they can continue to battle blood cancers by providing funds for research for cures. They also provide money directly to patients currently battling leukemia, lymphoma, and myeloma to help them pay the bills for health care.
Placed next to the challenges facing the folks battling these diseases, my struggles are a walk in the park.
Please, please, please -- if you are interested in what I am doing, let me know! I will be happy to give you more updates and let you know how my training is going. And if you find yourself inspired or proud or just want to help out, please consider giving a donation on my behalf to LLS. Here is a link to my fundraising page:
http://pages.teamintraining.org/il/chicago09/kfranke
For now, let me just leave you with some photo evidence of my training. Photo credits go to my lovely Kathryn. And also to my lovely Canon Rebel XSi.
Yes, you see right. I draw deep inspiration from running next to historic Soldier Field, home of DA BEARS, in the heart of MY HOME, Chicago, IL. And yes, I do have Popeye forearm-calves. It is disgusting, I know. Sorry.
Happy trails to you, Dear Reader, until we meet again.
Kevin, a.k.a. Champ, a.k.a. Your Working Boy
I must apologize. I have failed miserably at keeping up at my own commitment to myself to keep a public journal. But the wonderful thing about life is that each and every new moment is a moment ripe for lasting change! Well, here's my first official running update!
Yes, I have been training for the Chicago marathon! For real! Okay, I will admit that I have missed a few short runs, but by and large, I am well into my training schedule and I feel great! Well, great, given the circumstances. I mean, I am running about (a bazillion).7% more miles than I have ever ran per week before. So, yes -- I have blisters on my feet. Yes, my knees and ankles hurt too much. Yes, I have chafing in my...well, I have chafing. But the important thing is that I am learning how to be a runner.
Anyway, what I really wanted to tell you all is this:
I am not just training for the marathon for myself. I am raising money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society so they can continue to battle blood cancers by providing funds for research for cures. They also provide money directly to patients currently battling leukemia, lymphoma, and myeloma to help them pay the bills for health care.
Placed next to the challenges facing the folks battling these diseases, my struggles are a walk in the park.
Please, please, please -- if you are interested in what I am doing, let me know! I will be happy to give you more updates and let you know how my training is going. And if you find yourself inspired or proud or just want to help out, please consider giving a donation on my behalf to LLS. Here is a link to my fundraising page:
http://pages.teamintraining.org/il/chicago09/kfranke
For now, let me just leave you with some photo evidence of my training. Photo credits go to my lovely Kathryn. And also to my lovely Canon Rebel XSi.
Yes, you see right. I draw deep inspiration from running next to historic Soldier Field, home of DA BEARS, in the heart of MY HOME, Chicago, IL. And yes, I do have Popeye forearm-calves. It is disgusting, I know. Sorry.
Happy trails to you, Dear Reader, until we meet again.
Kevin, a.k.a. Champ, a.k.a. Your Working Boy
Friday, June 26, 2009
Part 3: You are what you do
You are what you do, and not what you think. Good intentions are useless without a matching effort to bring them into fruition. If you regard yourself as special but act like a fool, then you are not special - you are a fool. If you have problems acting like who you think you are, then either revise your personal standards or get help learning how to behave, or both.
THE END.
P.S. Chill out, man.
THE END.
P.S. Chill out, man.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Protest the Beard-block
Hi everyone!
So, let's talk about Protest the Hero. If you are one of the lucky ones who knows me pretty well, then you should know how much I love this band. I have been an outright supergeek about their music since '05/'06 and have followed them closely ever since. I have seen them live four times in Chicago, one time in San Francisco, and one time in Iowa. (And I am kicking myself for turning down a chance to see them in Baltimore last week!) I can go on and on about them. But I won't, for your sake. Anyway, after the show, we checked out the record store above the venue. Lo and behold, two of the band members walk in.
From left to right: My pal Alex, lead singer Rody "Choad" Walker, lead guitarist Luke, Yours Truly.
Please notice their beards. Three of five of the band members have grown their beards for over five months and guitarist Tim has not shaved for over three years. His beard (and hair for that matter) is RIDICULOUSLY LONG. Check it out in this picture I took at the San Fran show last month:
So the guys are doing this because they wanted to compete and participate in the 2009 World Beard and Moustache Championships in Alaska. Tim has had this in his sights for three years! But today, just TODAY they found out that their tour dates in Alaska were canceled by their promoter, virtually eliminating their chance of getting to the competition. They're an amazing band and truly gifted musicians, but they simply don't make a lot of money, and it would cost them a lot of scratch to get to the competition.
I can not imagine how crushed they must feel now. They planned an entire U.S. tour over a half-year in advance to end in Alaska for this event. They ENDURED the entire tour (as the D put it - "the road is fuckin hard, it's also really fuckin tough") They did not shave for over five months! This was going to be an amazing celebration for a job well done - something all 5 of them could share together.
So, it was a very bittersweet experience for me. I am both deeply happy and deeply sad after tonight. Obviously, I was so excited to meet these guys in person (again!). I was even happier because now they are on their first headlining tour of the U.S. and things are going pretty well for them. I think they deserve to not have beer bottles thrown at them on stage, and it seems that it has not happened to them in a while. On top of it all, they told me some of their future plans (taking a break to write a new album, assembling a large-scale comprehensive documentary dvd chronicling band history and misadventures, and, oh, right, a live set on DVD!!).
I wish there was some way I could have helped them. Luke told me that the band is taking the cut from the canceled Alaska shows (half of the deal with the promoter) and will fund Tim's trip to the competition. What a sacrifice they are making! It was really encouraging to see the way they support each other - gives me confidence that they are going to stick together as a band for a while. Also, Tim has some special plans to put his hairiness to good use. Check his myspace blog post here: http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=7964123&blogId=489133581
In conclusion, I suppose I should mention that the show was incredible. The sound was very good and the guys nailed most of their parts. Oh my with the circus bonanza and the Limb from Limb sweep city...
I love metal!
So, let's talk about Protest the Hero. If you are one of the lucky ones who knows me pretty well, then you should know how much I love this band. I have been an outright supergeek about their music since '05/'06 and have followed them closely ever since. I have seen them live four times in Chicago, one time in San Francisco, and one time in Iowa. (And I am kicking myself for turning down a chance to see them in Baltimore last week!) I can go on and on about them. But I won't, for your sake. Anyway, after the show, we checked out the record store above the venue. Lo and behold, two of the band members walk in.
From left to right: My pal Alex, lead singer Rody "Choad" Walker, lead guitarist Luke, Yours Truly.
Please notice their beards. Three of five of the band members have grown their beards for over five months and guitarist Tim has not shaved for over three years. His beard (and hair for that matter) is RIDICULOUSLY LONG. Check it out in this picture I took at the San Fran show last month:
So the guys are doing this because they wanted to compete and participate in the 2009 World Beard and Moustache Championships in Alaska. Tim has had this in his sights for three years! But today, just TODAY they found out that their tour dates in Alaska were canceled by their promoter, virtually eliminating their chance of getting to the competition. They're an amazing band and truly gifted musicians, but they simply don't make a lot of money, and it would cost them a lot of scratch to get to the competition.
I can not imagine how crushed they must feel now. They planned an entire U.S. tour over a half-year in advance to end in Alaska for this event. They ENDURED the entire tour (as the D put it - "the road is fuckin hard, it's also really fuckin tough") They did not shave for over five months! This was going to be an amazing celebration for a job well done - something all 5 of them could share together.
So, it was a very bittersweet experience for me. I am both deeply happy and deeply sad after tonight. Obviously, I was so excited to meet these guys in person (again!). I was even happier because now they are on their first headlining tour of the U.S. and things are going pretty well for them. I think they deserve to not have beer bottles thrown at them on stage, and it seems that it has not happened to them in a while. On top of it all, they told me some of their future plans (taking a break to write a new album, assembling a large-scale comprehensive documentary dvd chronicling band history and misadventures, and, oh, right, a live set on DVD!!).
I wish there was some way I could have helped them. Luke told me that the band is taking the cut from the canceled Alaska shows (half of the deal with the promoter) and will fund Tim's trip to the competition. What a sacrifice they are making! It was really encouraging to see the way they support each other - gives me confidence that they are going to stick together as a band for a while. Also, Tim has some special plans to put his hairiness to good use. Check his myspace blog post here: http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=7964123&blogId=489133581
In conclusion, I suppose I should mention that the show was incredible. The sound was very good and the guys nailed most of their parts. Oh my with the circus bonanza and the Limb from Limb sweep city...
I love metal!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Part 2: Vertigo
These days when I lay awake, I am often overcome with a severe feeling of vertigo. No, not because my bed is perched upon a six-foot loft. Rather, I feel as if I am perched upon twenty-two years of living that might actually be of little substance whatsoever. It is a dizzying, sickening sensation to look back at a lifetime of eager, brimming passion and great potential and suddenly feel that there is nothing solid to grasp onto.
Have I ascended to this point on nothing but a cloud of illusions, or have I indeed been climbing upon the earth with my hands and my feet, exerting genuine effort and achieving true accomplishments? Often, the answer is not clear to me.
Ask anyone very close to me and they will let you know how I feel about myself at interval. I feel as if I squeak past my requirements with only the bare minimum. I rarely think my effort warrants the rewards I achieve. I am convinced that I yield results that are but a fraction of my real potential.
I feel as though I should be consistently blasting out home runs, but I am typically off the mark. I turn good pitches to hit into pop ups and ground outs, but occasionally I will find a gap or the wind will blow one out for me. And why? I am a chronic time waster. I am typically late. I struggle with focus. My discipline fluctuates wildly. I’m a big talker. I’m a poser.
Did I mention I am easily discouraged?
With every squandered opportunity, every disappointing performance, every shameful decision I make, I feel my conviction in my uniqueness is dulling. It becomes increasingly difficult as I grow older to reject the thought that, indeed, I once was special, but I have since ruined my chances to make an extraordinary life for myself. There is nothing more terribly convincing than watching your own actions – or inaction – destroy your own dreams.
Have I ascended to this point on nothing but a cloud of illusions, or have I indeed been climbing upon the earth with my hands and my feet, exerting genuine effort and achieving true accomplishments? Often, the answer is not clear to me.
Ask anyone very close to me and they will let you know how I feel about myself at interval. I feel as if I squeak past my requirements with only the bare minimum. I rarely think my effort warrants the rewards I achieve. I am convinced that I yield results that are but a fraction of my real potential.
I feel as though I should be consistently blasting out home runs, but I am typically off the mark. I turn good pitches to hit into pop ups and ground outs, but occasionally I will find a gap or the wind will blow one out for me. And why? I am a chronic time waster. I am typically late. I struggle with focus. My discipline fluctuates wildly. I’m a big talker. I’m a poser.
Did I mention I am easily discouraged?
With every squandered opportunity, every disappointing performance, every shameful decision I make, I feel my conviction in my uniqueness is dulling. It becomes increasingly difficult as I grow older to reject the thought that, indeed, I once was special, but I have since ruined my chances to make an extraordinary life for myself. There is nothing more terribly convincing than watching your own actions – or inaction – destroy your own dreams.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Part 1: My waking dream
When I was young, I would lie awake at night and think. I would think about atoms and time and the beauty of music. And I would be filled with such joy - such pure and beautiful joy - that I would shiver with excitement. One night, I realized I was an extraordinary person and decided I would lead an extraordinary life. I concluded that all the marvels and wonders of existence of which I was so acutely aware were mine to behold and to cherish, and, most importantly, to cultivate and manifest into a life of tremendous accomplishment and joy. In those moments, I felt no greater truth than this: that my life was special and that I would use it to do great things for myself and for others.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Dire Straits
Dear Reader,
As promised, I would like to begin to articulate some of the values upon which I have settled in my young adulthood. In the last week or so, I realized just how crucial this documentation is because there might come a day when my vision of these values blurs and I begin to adopt bits of the garbage philosophy prevalent in the many, many people that have given up their right to think as individuals. As such, dear Reader, allow me to communicate some of my values regarding work.
My personal expectations for my current job are as follows: a) to develop skills that will make me useful to future employers and equip me to accomplish future career goals, b) to benefit and promote IIT and the Velocity Initiative, c) to positively impact the people I interview, and d) to learn, learn, learn – and continue to grow into the man I want to be.
My priority will not always be my own comfort, nor will it never be. I will work hard to perform highly, but I will not bleed for a cause that is not my own.
I am not worried about being pampered or squeezing as many pennies as possible out of my employer. I do not want to be lazy, I do not want to feel entitled, and I do not want to take my opportunity to work for granted. If I expect to be treated as a professional, I must consistently act like one. If I expect to be treated with luxury, then I am to have earned it through my sweat and my ability. I do not expect rewards to come quickly or easily, nor do I want them to! Let me get my hands dirty. Let me learn how to really work. I do not assume that I am an expert now – in fact, I am still just a beginner!
In short, I don’t want money for nothin’ or chicks for free. I don’t want my MTV.
If it is necessary to keep reminding myself of this, then so be it. These are my values, and they will guide and reward me, should I stay faithful to them. It will be a struggle to do so in the modern work environment. But it is the absence of these values in great big groups of people that harms the good, honest, and hard-working humans out there, to whom the world itself rightfully belongs!
If – and it often does – excellent work goes unnoticed, it is never wasted work. That is, as long as it was applied intelligently. Hard, intelligent work at any endeavor will shape me into a hard-working, intelligent man. If I can be just that at whatever I do, then I will earn all that I deserve in life, regardless of the immediate rewards.
Until later,
Howard, Your Working Boy
As promised, I would like to begin to articulate some of the values upon which I have settled in my young adulthood. In the last week or so, I realized just how crucial this documentation is because there might come a day when my vision of these values blurs and I begin to adopt bits of the garbage philosophy prevalent in the many, many people that have given up their right to think as individuals. As such, dear Reader, allow me to communicate some of my values regarding work.
My personal expectations for my current job are as follows: a) to develop skills that will make me useful to future employers and equip me to accomplish future career goals, b) to benefit and promote IIT and the Velocity Initiative, c) to positively impact the people I interview, and d) to learn, learn, learn – and continue to grow into the man I want to be.
My priority will not always be my own comfort, nor will it never be. I will work hard to perform highly, but I will not bleed for a cause that is not my own.
I am not worried about being pampered or squeezing as many pennies as possible out of my employer. I do not want to be lazy, I do not want to feel entitled, and I do not want to take my opportunity to work for granted. If I expect to be treated as a professional, I must consistently act like one. If I expect to be treated with luxury, then I am to have earned it through my sweat and my ability. I do not expect rewards to come quickly or easily, nor do I want them to! Let me get my hands dirty. Let me learn how to really work. I do not assume that I am an expert now – in fact, I am still just a beginner!
In short, I don’t want money for nothin’ or chicks for free. I don’t want my MTV.
If it is necessary to keep reminding myself of this, then so be it. These are my values, and they will guide and reward me, should I stay faithful to them. It will be a struggle to do so in the modern work environment. But it is the absence of these values in great big groups of people that harms the good, honest, and hard-working humans out there, to whom the world itself rightfully belongs!
If – and it often does – excellent work goes unnoticed, it is never wasted work. That is, as long as it was applied intelligently. Hard, intelligent work at any endeavor will shape me into a hard-working, intelligent man. If I can be just that at whatever I do, then I will earn all that I deserve in life, regardless of the immediate rewards.
Until later,
Howard, Your Working Boy
Friday, February 6, 2009
This is a book
Dear Readers,
Lately I have felt stirrings of confidence and passion within me once again. With excitement, I welcome back the familiar feeling of purpose and of hunger for life. Each new day, I feel as if I am emerging a little more from the hazy confusion of youth and inexperience. I am ready to commit to a craft, no longer fearful of abandoning many potential paths for a single one. After all, it is much easier to repel distractions when your energy is focused, and not thinly spread over too many efforts. No longer am I sampling freely from the all-you-can-eat buffet of life. I am digesting now - absorbing the lessons and wisdom like nutrients, expelling the frivolous and foolish like shit.
I see myself now with a marvelous clarity that I did not have several months ago. I can state with confidence my core values and where I learned them. One must never underestimate the importance of this recognition. I still remember the confusion of having an undeveloped set of values, like an adolescent attempting to maintain physical coordination throughout a growth spurt. Thankfully, as I am entering a phase where I will be making very big decisions about my education, career, and home, I know very well who I am as a man.
Furthermore, I feel greatly aware of the length of a human life and how my actions now fit into the big picture. With my job, I am fortunate to gain a much larger perspective on life. Life is long, but the world is full of others who have lived through theirs and from whom I may learn. The future is a mystery, but it is *probably* coming, so we had better be prepared anyway. We will never know what the world is going to do to us, but if we know who we are, then we will always know how we wish to act within the world.
I should like to write more on the actual values and lessons at a later date.
Until then,
Your Working Boy, Arnold
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Whatever it is, I will evaluate it with the extent of my intellect and objectivity
Dear Readers,
If I were any good at managing my earthly responsibilities, I would have the time to do some serious reflecting on these scholarly topics of interest to me:
In the meantime, I am delinquent on posting an update on my Florida trip. I have some photos to post that will lose significance unless I post them soon. Namely, the fact that I was frolicking with palm trees while my friends and loved ones huddled indoors wrapped in blankets. So, yes, I will get to that soon.
I also would like to post a link to a lovely video I found yesterday. It's a (probably famous) Groucho Marx clip which conjures oh, so many memories of fraternity brothers through the years: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtMV44yoXZ0
Happy trails to you, dear reader, until we meet again.
Ralph, your working boy
If I were any good at managing my earthly responsibilities, I would have the time to do some serious reflecting on these scholarly topics of interest to me:
- The aesthetics of metal music
- Being human and interacting with other humans
- Beer
- Discomfort: Our essential allergy
- Local and family history
- Responsible adulthood
- A Refutation of the Thesis that One Can Not Maintain Individuality while Cooperating within the Context of an Organization or Society
In the meantime, I am delinquent on posting an update on my Florida trip. I have some photos to post that will lose significance unless I post them soon. Namely, the fact that I was frolicking with palm trees while my friends and loved ones huddled indoors wrapped in blankets. So, yes, I will get to that soon.
I also would like to post a link to a lovely video I found yesterday. It's a (probably famous) Groucho Marx clip which conjures oh, so many memories of fraternity brothers through the years: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtMV44yoXZ0
Happy trails to you, dear reader, until we meet again.
Ralph, your working boy
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
A Fraternal Wake-up Call
Dear Brothers,
I am frustrated with the chronically disrespectful behavior that my chapter has tolerated from its members. Here is my written equivalent of a cold, hard wake-up call.
The Fraternity does not owe its members anything. Rather, it is we who are indebted to our Chapter for the experiences and opportunities it affords us. The harder we work to earn these privileges and the more allegiance and cooperation we give to our brothers, the more rewards we will reap in the end. Those who are not willing to accept this responsibility or to embrace and trust the brotherhood will reap a sad and angry fraternity experience. If any of our members feel this way about the chapter, then the fault is solely their own for not being smart, committed, or patient enough to do something about it. Ignorance or neglect are never viable solutions to a real problem. If a brother is displeased with his experience in the chapter, then he has one of two options. First, he can man up, figure out how to make a positive change, and then work his ass off to bring it about. Otherwise, he can pack up and get out. Because, if a brother feels the chapter is not worthy of his genuine effort, then that brother is not worthy of the chapter.
Our guys right now seem to forget that fraternity life is supposed to be a celebration of brotherhood. Celebrations are supposed to be fun! The first words that come to mind when we think of fraternity should not be "chore" or "torture," they should be "fuck yeah!" Yet there is some sort of distinction that so many brothers draw between fun and cooperation. It is as if, in order to enjoy ourselves, we need to betray some aspect of our fraternal responsibilities. Well, that is not a healthy attitude, and if a brother can't honestly find a way to enjoy chapter activities, then there is a problem. No, cleaning isn't fun, but kicking back and admiring a job well done is! No, having a rush event after a full day of classes isn't fun, but watching your chapter attract and recruit good men is! Yes, campus involvement can make your schedule busy, but promoting Phi Kappa Sigma's name should make you feel proud and accomplished.
The point is this: In past generations, our chapter has churned out incredibly successful people who absolutely cherished their college and fraternity experiences. Contrary to what many of our brothers claim, it is possible to enjoy fraternity life at Phi Kappa Sigma. It actually IS a worthwhile investment of time and energy. So what did past generations have that our chapter does not?
Well, for one, they had drive. They knew what they wanted - SUCCESS - and they didn't let anyone or anything stop them from getting it. They knew that, one way or another, they would become adult men during their few years in college. Every day, the choices they made ultimately impacted the type of man they would become. With this on their mind, nothing was more important than consistent hard work.
They also had grit. They weren't afraid of getting dirty or of a little pain. Yeah, so what, it sucks to wake up early every day. Yeah, it sucks to keep an entire house spotless. Yes, classes are hard, and you actually HAVE to study in order to learn. But what kind of man does one become if they can not put up with the momentary unpleasantness of hard work? A lazy, listless loser, that's what! There is no comfortable road to success, and those looking for it will either fail or become a dishonest man.
Our alumni also had pride and spirit. They knew, each and every day, that they were top dogs - the best of the best - and they acted like it. Such spirit is motivating - it keeps you going when the going gets rough. It is unifying - it draws you and your brothers together behind a purpose and an identity. It is contagious - it inspires others to strive and it ensures that those who are unwilling will stand out and be weeded out.
Finally, the brightest, happiest, and most successful of our chapter's alumni all had a deep sense of commitment and devotion to the best interests of the fraternity and of the brotherhood. This requires endurance and commitment through everything; from the bad - tough decisions, grueling hard work, long meetings, boring routines, vehement disagreements, nasty hangovers, big mistakes, and moral confusion - to the good - celebrations of success, wild adventures, genuine trust in others, support when it is needed, companionship, intelligent discussion, shared experiences, academic help, professional advice, and a shit ton of fun.
Our members can not pick and choose their involvement. Commitment is not conditional. And no brother's personal comfort is more important than the best interest of the chapter. Any brother with drive, grit, spirit, and commitment will walk away from his fraternity having gained a rich and valuable college experience. Any brother who approaches fraternity as he would a crappy job that he does just for the paycheck not only ruins his own experience but poisons the atmosphere for the rest of his brothers.
There was a time when our chapter's membership dropped to four brothers. This was a result of a "you're in or you're out" choice given to the brothers when the house went dry. I feel that we should keep up this attitude in regards to our members' commitment to the chapter. Right now, our chapter harbors brothers with stubborn, immature grudges against others in the chapter. There are brothers who feel that they are owed special rights or exemption from the responsibility of maintaining the chapter. There are brothers who groan when they are asked to participate in chapter activities. I think these guys should be sat down and given a cold, hard wake up call and a pep talk. If there is nothing in our Ritual or in our chapter privileges that inspires them enough to quit being a selfish, spoiled brat and grow up, then there is no place for them in our chapter. Both parties will be made better for a clean break at that point.
To those who are inspired, who are motivated, and who DO respect their brothers and their fraternity: I suggest you review the vows you took and start to consciously strive each and every day to stay committed to them. Think of what pisses you off about the chapter and what you are doing right now to improve it. If you can think of nothing, then don't you dare complain again until you've spent your undergraduate tenure busting your ass to make things better. Think of how you can improve and earn yourself and your chapter a better future. Quit worrying about yourself so much and talk to your brothers more - learn to enjoy your time with them! Expect the best of yourself and your brothers, and for God's sake, be proud of the Chapter to which you belong!
Let's see some drive. Lets see some grit and some spirit! Commit yourself to your own future and to your brothers!
And let's start representing Phi Kappa Sigma the way it deserves.
Fraternally,
Kevin
I am frustrated with the chronically disrespectful behavior that my chapter has tolerated from its members. Here is my written equivalent of a cold, hard wake-up call.
The Fraternity does not owe its members anything. Rather, it is we who are indebted to our Chapter for the experiences and opportunities it affords us. The harder we work to earn these privileges and the more allegiance and cooperation we give to our brothers, the more rewards we will reap in the end. Those who are not willing to accept this responsibility or to embrace and trust the brotherhood will reap a sad and angry fraternity experience. If any of our members feel this way about the chapter, then the fault is solely their own for not being smart, committed, or patient enough to do something about it. Ignorance or neglect are never viable solutions to a real problem. If a brother is displeased with his experience in the chapter, then he has one of two options. First, he can man up, figure out how to make a positive change, and then work his ass off to bring it about. Otherwise, he can pack up and get out. Because, if a brother feels the chapter is not worthy of his genuine effort, then that brother is not worthy of the chapter.
Our guys right now seem to forget that fraternity life is supposed to be a celebration of brotherhood. Celebrations are supposed to be fun! The first words that come to mind when we think of fraternity should not be "chore" or "torture," they should be "fuck yeah!" Yet there is some sort of distinction that so many brothers draw between fun and cooperation. It is as if, in order to enjoy ourselves, we need to betray some aspect of our fraternal responsibilities. Well, that is not a healthy attitude, and if a brother can't honestly find a way to enjoy chapter activities, then there is a problem. No, cleaning isn't fun, but kicking back and admiring a job well done is! No, having a rush event after a full day of classes isn't fun, but watching your chapter attract and recruit good men is! Yes, campus involvement can make your schedule busy, but promoting Phi Kappa Sigma's name should make you feel proud and accomplished.
The point is this: In past generations, our chapter has churned out incredibly successful people who absolutely cherished their college and fraternity experiences. Contrary to what many of our brothers claim, it is possible to enjoy fraternity life at Phi Kappa Sigma. It actually IS a worthwhile investment of time and energy. So what did past generations have that our chapter does not?
Well, for one, they had drive. They knew what they wanted - SUCCESS - and they didn't let anyone or anything stop them from getting it. They knew that, one way or another, they would become adult men during their few years in college. Every day, the choices they made ultimately impacted the type of man they would become. With this on their mind, nothing was more important than consistent hard work.
They also had grit. They weren't afraid of getting dirty or of a little pain. Yeah, so what, it sucks to wake up early every day. Yeah, it sucks to keep an entire house spotless. Yes, classes are hard, and you actually HAVE to study in order to learn. But what kind of man does one become if they can not put up with the momentary unpleasantness of hard work? A lazy, listless loser, that's what! There is no comfortable road to success, and those looking for it will either fail or become a dishonest man.
Our alumni also had pride and spirit. They knew, each and every day, that they were top dogs - the best of the best - and they acted like it. Such spirit is motivating - it keeps you going when the going gets rough. It is unifying - it draws you and your brothers together behind a purpose and an identity. It is contagious - it inspires others to strive and it ensures that those who are unwilling will stand out and be weeded out.
Finally, the brightest, happiest, and most successful of our chapter's alumni all had a deep sense of commitment and devotion to the best interests of the fraternity and of the brotherhood. This requires endurance and commitment through everything; from the bad - tough decisions, grueling hard work, long meetings, boring routines, vehement disagreements, nasty hangovers, big mistakes, and moral confusion - to the good - celebrations of success, wild adventures, genuine trust in others, support when it is needed, companionship, intelligent discussion, shared experiences, academic help, professional advice, and a shit ton of fun.
Our members can not pick and choose their involvement. Commitment is not conditional. And no brother's personal comfort is more important than the best interest of the chapter. Any brother with drive, grit, spirit, and commitment will walk away from his fraternity having gained a rich and valuable college experience. Any brother who approaches fraternity as he would a crappy job that he does just for the paycheck not only ruins his own experience but poisons the atmosphere for the rest of his brothers.
There was a time when our chapter's membership dropped to four brothers. This was a result of a "you're in or you're out" choice given to the brothers when the house went dry. I feel that we should keep up this attitude in regards to our members' commitment to the chapter. Right now, our chapter harbors brothers with stubborn, immature grudges against others in the chapter. There are brothers who feel that they are owed special rights or exemption from the responsibility of maintaining the chapter. There are brothers who groan when they are asked to participate in chapter activities. I think these guys should be sat down and given a cold, hard wake up call and a pep talk. If there is nothing in our Ritual or in our chapter privileges that inspires them enough to quit being a selfish, spoiled brat and grow up, then there is no place for them in our chapter. Both parties will be made better for a clean break at that point.
To those who are inspired, who are motivated, and who DO respect their brothers and their fraternity: I suggest you review the vows you took and start to consciously strive each and every day to stay committed to them. Think of what pisses you off about the chapter and what you are doing right now to improve it. If you can think of nothing, then don't you dare complain again until you've spent your undergraduate tenure busting your ass to make things better. Think of how you can improve and earn yourself and your chapter a better future. Quit worrying about yourself so much and talk to your brothers more - learn to enjoy your time with them! Expect the best of yourself and your brothers, and for God's sake, be proud of the Chapter to which you belong!
Let's see some drive. Lets see some grit and some spirit! Commit yourself to your own future and to your brothers!
And let's start representing Phi Kappa Sigma the way it deserves.
Fraternally,
Kevin
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Intangibles snatching
Dear Reader,
It is only fitting that I begin my blog with the same words as the original Journal of a Working Boy:
"Books are immortal sons defying their sires" - Plato
It is hard to imagine that such frank and eloquent words as Ignatius J. Reilly's could ever betray their enlightened and flatulent master's intentions. After all, words are written exactly as their author intended, controlling, of course, for the limitations of verbal expression. (See "Spoils" by Protest the Hero, or existentialism. On second thought, just go with the song.) I reckon the defiant streak of published words which irks me, Ignatius, and (in the ultimate, tragic way) the late Mr. Toole, stems from that fickle, presumptious, and self-centered entity, without whom there would be no reason to write in the first place: the audience.
So why, Kevin, would you be interested in keeping a public journal? Why?! Answer me!!
I am no stranger to the practice of written self-reflection, although recent years have witnessed a steep decline in the number and quality of entries in my lovely hardwood journal. I must regretfully admit that I have lost the passion and urgency I once felt for recording my thoughts and feelings as I ramble on through life. It seems convincing to diagnose the act of regularly documenting self-reflection as a symptom of social and/or philosophical growing pains, soon to be worked out of the system through time and maturity. However, this is not correct. In fact, thoughts like this are indicative of a dull, sad person.
Hey, did you just call me dull and sad?
No, no. There's that pesky problem with language again. Allow me to attempt clarification. I fear I have become quite dull, and that makes me sad. Yes, that's a bit more accurate. It seems that the more outwardly responsible I became to people and organizations, the less interest I found in introspection. I have a lot to show for my last year and a half of life, but I feel the clutches of the real world, rife with routine and mediocrity, tightening its numbing grip on me. I now know that in exploring and asserting my mind through my words, I am not simply "figuring things out," I am preserving and exercising my precious, youthful spirit.
Hey, you never answered my question, jerk!
Oh, yes, of course. I have never shared my written thoughts with an audience, let alone a potentially worldwide internet audience. No, I don't actually expect to have a worldwide audience. I'd be surprised if I can rope in 5 people to read half the content I write. I'm wordy, deal with it. In fact, in my first entry, I have already squashed the idea of having a fun, simple, accessible blog. However, I do want to achieve two things from this blog:
1) Share the awesome stories and pictures from my job with my friends and family.
2) Start being interesting, intelligent, and creative again.
So, here's what you may safely expect from the Journal of a Working Boy:
Darryl, your Working Boy
It is only fitting that I begin my blog with the same words as the original Journal of a Working Boy:
"Books are immortal sons defying their sires" - Plato
It is hard to imagine that such frank and eloquent words as Ignatius J. Reilly's could ever betray their enlightened and flatulent master's intentions. After all, words are written exactly as their author intended, controlling, of course, for the limitations of verbal expression. (See "Spoils" by Protest the Hero, or existentialism. On second thought, just go with the song.) I reckon the defiant streak of published words which irks me, Ignatius, and (in the ultimate, tragic way) the late Mr. Toole, stems from that fickle, presumptious, and self-centered entity, without whom there would be no reason to write in the first place: the audience.
So why, Kevin, would you be interested in keeping a public journal? Why?! Answer me!!
I am no stranger to the practice of written self-reflection, although recent years have witnessed a steep decline in the number and quality of entries in my lovely hardwood journal. I must regretfully admit that I have lost the passion and urgency I once felt for recording my thoughts and feelings as I ramble on through life. It seems convincing to diagnose the act of regularly documenting self-reflection as a symptom of social and/or philosophical growing pains, soon to be worked out of the system through time and maturity. However, this is not correct. In fact, thoughts like this are indicative of a dull, sad person.
Hey, did you just call me dull and sad?
No, no. There's that pesky problem with language again. Allow me to attempt clarification. I fear I have become quite dull, and that makes me sad. Yes, that's a bit more accurate. It seems that the more outwardly responsible I became to people and organizations, the less interest I found in introspection. I have a lot to show for my last year and a half of life, but I feel the clutches of the real world, rife with routine and mediocrity, tightening its numbing grip on me. I now know that in exploring and asserting my mind through my words, I am not simply "figuring things out," I am preserving and exercising my precious, youthful spirit.
Hey, you never answered my question, jerk!
Oh, yes, of course. I have never shared my written thoughts with an audience, let alone a potentially worldwide internet audience. No, I don't actually expect to have a worldwide audience. I'd be surprised if I can rope in 5 people to read half the content I write. I'm wordy, deal with it. In fact, in my first entry, I have already squashed the idea of having a fun, simple, accessible blog. However, I do want to achieve two things from this blog:
1) Share the awesome stories and pictures from my job with my friends and family.
2) Start being interesting, intelligent, and creative again.
So, here's what you may safely expect from the Journal of a Working Boy:
- Posts of excessive size and scope
- ...peppered with lots of bullet-points and numbered lists
- Frequent posting in the coming weeks/months
- ...followed by inactivity and occasional uncertainty about the future of this blog
- Lofty and sophisticated thinking
- ...interrupted by geekery about select metal music, video games, and cartoons
- Grand and noble treatment of the human mind and, in particular, my life
- ...with desperate, furious lamentations of my inconsistency
- Lather, rinse
- ...repeat!
Darryl, your Working Boy
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