Tuesday, March 15, 2005

A Picture Share!

A Picture Share!



I know it doesn't look like much, but this is going to save a lot of time at work. I rewired this rack this morning so that A) I'd be able to get rid of the giant rack that used to occupy a signifigant chunk of my office, and B) I'd be able to put a rack together that could be easier to move around if I needed to. The old rack didn't have wheels, the new one does. Not only that, but the current rack slides under my counter giving me more room to work.

We're trying to make the production area more client friendly now that we're doing outside work. Hopefully, this will be the first step towards attaining that.

Monday, March 14, 2005

My mood on Sunday...

could be summed up in a song. Sunday, that song was Blink off of Rick Elias' album of the same name. Rick Elias, formerly of the Ragamuffins (Rich Mullins' band) and cowriter of some of the songs in the movie That Thing You Do (Which, BTW is how I can connect myself to Kevin Bacon in less than six steps) wrote an amazing song. I don't know that it's something to put on the training disc, but I thought I'd put it up here anyway.


Blink
Written by R.Elias, R. Hamm, S. Rogness

Relentless stirring memories I'll only visit in my dreams
Beneath a bed of virgin snow A sheet of ice on fallen leaves
I found the man behind the face
And I prayed he wasn't me
But I was wrong

Do you lie alone and silent
Question just where you belong
Have you traced it to a place A time a thought To anyone,
You seize the golden moment Only to hold on for too long
Then it's gone

In the blink of an eye It all changes
With a kiss and sigh Love whispers your name
It's here and gone Then life goes on
Passing like a ghost on the water
And if I could I'd stand against the tide
Turn your tears into wine
In the blink of an eye

Too much of the future baby Too much of the past
You find yourself obsessing over things that never last
The odds were all against us And the die's already cast
Something's wrong

In the blink of an eye It all changes
With a kiss and a sigh Love whispers your name
It's here and gone Then life goes on
Passing like a ghost on the water
And if I could I'd stand against the tide
Turn your tears into wine
In the blink of an eye

I have followed my convictions I have stood behind my nerve
At least as I recall
I've embraced the contradictions have faced at every turn
If I've learned anything at all
It's that it all changes In the blink of an eye


It's true, I think. Everything CAN change in the blink of an eye. Angela and I watched Life As A House Saturday evening. Kevin Kline stars as a cancer stricken man broken free of the moorings that have held him down when he's fired from his job and given four months to live. Knowing that he only has a limited amount of time, he decides to do the thing he's dreamed of, reach for the apple that's been stuck like a glint in his eye the 25 years he's lived in his shack. His soul resembles that shack and it's trapped him since his dad left it to him all those years ago. But the change that happened in the blink of an eye set him free. He takes his son home for the summer to try and redeem his relationship. At first there's no change, but at the tipping point he corners his son and tells him this... "Change can be so constant, you don't even feel the difference until there is one. It can be so slow that you don't even notice that your life is better or worse, until it is. Or it can just blow you away. Make you something different in an instant."

I like what he's saying. Malcolm Gladwell wrote about the same thing in The Tipping Point. Everything's the same until it's different. In a blink, the processes that were unseen suddenly become seeable... and it's the small changes that make the difference. Crime goes down in the subway when graffiti is arduously painted or washed away any time it's seen. The graffiti artists frustrated that their multi-night works move on. The subway cars begin to look better and people have a sense of pride of ownership again. Criminals begin to wash away with the fading graffiti and seemingly in a blink the crime rate drops precipitously.

I was trying to find the moral of this article and it just dawned on me that it comes from something I read over at NutBolt today.

3. Don't wait until you are married, have kids, retire, have time, or any thing else. Start now! Something else I kind of already knew, but hadn't put in practice. The kind of actions and habits you have now determine the kind of man you will be. For me this means I need to consistently pray everyday and be more courteous.


Change, while it may be going on in the background and will surprise you can also be a conscious action. In Life As A House, Kevin Kline paid a price for his change. The love that he won from showing his son love was only experienced for a short time. All of those years he could have done something were lost. What he got back was priceless, but what he could have had would have been immeasurably greater. Of course we wouldn't have had a story, but the point remains.

Choosing to do an Ironman was a tipping point, everything forward in my life was altered by that decision. All kinds of things that wouldn't necessarily be grouped together, changed as a direct result of that action. It was so physically strenuous that it reset my brain chemistry. I had been on antidepressants before the Ironman. My prescription ran out before the race and I decided to see if I could wean myself off of them. I had tried before and it was an ugly withdrawal. For some reason, it never came back after the race. Just that would be an immeasurable change, but there were others like self esteem. I'm not a big fan of unearned self-esteem. I think it cheapens the earned self-esteem. Lance Armstrong hasn't done an Ironman! (He hasn't, but I'm speaking in jest, he'd still kick my flabby hidden from the sun Iron derriere) It also showed me that big things were achievable. Suddenly the company moving to Colorado and me with them wasn't QUITE as scary (ok, it FREAKED me out the first couple days) but it wasn't the worst thing in the world anymore.

I'm blathering on, but it's still a thought to keep in mind. Don't wait for change. Don't fear the prospect of a change. If you think it's going to hurt now, imagine how much more it's going to hurt later... shining light on the darkness is the only way to make it go away. Kick at the darkness until it bleeds daylight. (Ok, that's an entirely different song, but another that I could probably go on about for a couple thousand words.)

There's more to say I'm sure and this entry is incomplete, but it'll finish itself in time. At the very least, I made the decision to start it and that's sometimes the hardest part of the process.

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Posts from the archives...

I was digging around on Echo (The New York based BBS that I'm on) and found this in the Triathlon item of the sports conference... maybe I need to finish that book.

Saturday, October 19, 2002

Ironman Kona is here and running, and I'm here in my Graphic Design computer lab looking at photos from the race and trying to sort through my thoughts as I work on my book. I think the most difficult part of this little documentary, is trying to figure out where to start. My quest to finish an Ironman started way before I decided to do the race, and which is the most important part of that? In the meantime, every extra thought about the book throws me off my game.

Opening scene? If this were a movie, we'd do the Tarantino thing and start sitting in the water. Picture this, the screen comes up from black and we see a bunch of out of focus purple and blue and green blobs floating up and down. That sits there for a second, and we realize that things come back into focus when we realize what we're looking at is foggy swim goggles and he's just taken them off to clean them.

Voiceover: These are the thoughts I'm thinking right now. Or at least some semblance of the thoughts I was thinking at this moment. "I'm scared. What the heck did I get myself into? Can I even do this? At least I don't need to pee. Thank GOD I don't have to pee. I wonder how far up I should move up in this pile of bodies.
I could back out now, it's not too late. I'm glad I don't have to pee. Alden is probably doing much better at this point than I am, at least he knows he can swim. I'm so glad I don't have to pee. EEK." In a moment, I'm going to look behind me and the cannon's going to go off and I won't be able to back out. This is a little hard to look at, I'm going to get swamped in a second.

Boom. Split screen shows cannon going off and the swimmers taking off. In a little corner of the screen, you see Brian looking away from the start when everyone lurches forward. That scene freezes and the other slide off the screen.

On the right side of the screen:
Name: Brian Behm
Age: 22 years, 7months, 8 days
State of Mind: Absolutely and completely freaked out.

Cut back to sometime in the past.

That's how things would open, if this were a movie, but this is a book and I don't know how that translates. Guess I'll just need to learn.

My Mr. Incredible Moment...

I wish it were a heroic moment, but no.. it's just more of a "How Flabby ARE YOU FlabbyIronman?" type moment. Imagine the scene in the Incribles with Mr. Incredible trying to fit into his Superhero costume after all those years, now replace Mr. Incredible with me getting into my wetsuit (Quintana Roo bib-wetsuit with Open Arms). Wetsuits are a pain to get into ANYWAY, but I can't get the zipper closed. Don't ask why I'm doing this right now with any open water swims still two months off, it has everything to do with procrastination from cleaning... So, I'm sitting here writing this in my wetsuit with the zipper open. I might try again in a minute, but it shows that I still probably have to lose a few more pounds. UGH

UPDATED...

Just tried again and I'm in! I'm guessing it was mostly the zipper. I'm now feeling like a superhero again. I think one of the reasons people get into cycling is to be able to dress up like a superhero. Maybe one of the reasons they get into Triathlon is being able to take it one step furthure and wear rubber!

A new member of the Alliance!

It's snowing here in Colorado Springs and flabbyironman has succumbed to Common Man Syndrome for the day. In his procrastination from cleaning the apartment, he did what he normally always does with his procrastination time for the day surf the web reading the news and tristuff.

Over at Tri Geek Dreams today there was a comment from Wil in a discussion about whether it's better to dive into Triathlon after you're married. I followed her profile link over to Through The Wall and was pleasently surprised to find some wonderful writing about training.

A Tri-Life lesson from her site...

Tri-Life Lessons

Well, crashing is never fun, and having fallen on my face several times throughout the course of my life, I’ve learned that there’s something to be said for living with a mouth full of dirt…spitting mud is inevitably better than spitting blood, especially when falling in the first place is the result of my own carelessness.

So, I guess that putting up with the grains of sand crunching between my teeth for an eon up the road is just the price I have to pay for the mercy of the trade off. Maybe that’s the real meaning of, “grit your teeth” and bear it - clever, in a kind of kick in the head sort of way…but OK. So just get back on the bike.

I will get where I’m going eventually, and at least it looks like I’m on the right path now. 15, 25, 56, 112...the miles don't go on forever. I just have to slow down a little bit and watch for what’s up ahead. Low branches go for the throat, and hitting them at a fast pace is usually a race ender… to say the least.

Relax, I'll tell myself, covering this kind of ground is always a pain in the ass.


Welcome to the Alliance Wil!