Month: February 2009

  • I know I said the Yukon Quest would be won last night.

     

    I was not calculating on the mandatory eight hour layover in Two Rivers.  It is about a six hour run from Two Rivers to Fairbanks for the fastest teams.  Sebastian Schnuelle (left), of the wild hair and (usually) wide grin, left Two rivers at 5:02 AM with ten dogs.  Hugh Neff followed at 5:37 with nine.  Jon Little dropped a dog at Two Rivers, departing at 6:00 with eight.

    Brent Sass will be eligible to leave Two Rivers about the time the champion crosses the finish line, followed by Martin Buser (undisputed Rookie of the Year if he doesn't blow it somehow out on the trail), Michelle Phillips (right, the leading woman in this year's Quest), and William Kleedehn, who dropped back from the lead into seventh position after his main leader went into heat.

    That leaves three "money" positions.  Two of them are likely to be taken by Dan Kaduce and Warren Palfrey, who are on the trail between Mile 101 and Two Rivers.  The prize for tenth place will probably go to Normand Casavant, Mark Sleighthome, Jamaican musher Newton Marshall, or Colleen Robertia, currently on the trail between Circle City Checkpoint and Mile 101 Dog Drop.

  • How Quickly a Musher's Race Can Go Sour

    William Kleedehn has been looking like a winner for most of the Yukon Quest.  In Central, he was in second position, just 5 minutes behind Hugh Neff.  Technically, he was really almost 2 hours ahead of Neff, because Neff has been assessed a two-hour penalty.  He'll have to sit out those two hours at Two Rivers, the last checkpoint before the finish, because he left the trail and ran for some distance down a road.

    Kleedehn lost his lead in the race after his main lead dog went into heat.  He had a tough decision over whether to keep her in the team or drop her and cross a mountain pass with only eight dogs.  The guy has a wooden leg, and can use all the dogs he can get up there in the high country.  Maybe taking the amorous bitch was a wrong decision, and maybe it worked out better than the alternative would have.  We will never know.

    This morning, the first mushers into Mile 101 Dog Drop reported that Kleedehn's team had stopped on the trail.  I guess they had more important matters on their minds than running.  Some of his competitors had tried to help him get the dogs started, but they didn't go until they were ready to go.  Neff, Little, Schnuelle, and Sass passed through Mile 101 before Kleedehn.

    William Kleedehn left his troublesome bitch at Mile 101, departing in fifth position, the farthest back he has been since Carmacks, more than a week ago.  He was almost four hours behind Jon Little.

    There is only one more checkpoint, at Two Rivers, before the finish.  Tonight, the championship will be decided.

  • Confessions of a Junk Food Junkie

    Her Royal Xangness Kween_of_the_Queens has asked us, her loyal Xangies:


    Are you a saltie or a sweetie?:

    WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE JUNK FOOD?  WHY?

    Give us details!  Show us pictures!  Just be that junk food junkie for a bit of time and "let it all hang out"!

    [note:  all photo credit:  Google]

    For a millisecond, I couldn't decide whether I am a saltie or a sweetie.  I have been a sugar addict since infancy, but now that I have Splenda® it is easier for me to resist sugar than it is to do without one particular savory and oh-so-forbidden dish.  Since I have a bazillion sweet favorites, and only just the one savory must-have, the choice of which to blog about is easy.

    In 2002, I finally came to understand my food allergies and addictions (basically the same foods, due to sound biochemical principles that any true addict will naturally hate hate HATE).  I went on a strict diet that allowed me to eat all I wanted from a list of allowable foods, all the foods I didn't crave.  My health improved, and before I even realized I was losing weight, my pants started falling off.

    All would have been well with me, if it hadn't been for one haunting thought that kept recurring at odd unguarded moments:  "Is life without pizza really worth living?"

     

    My food sensitivities include wheat (the crust), cow's milk (the cheese), nightshade family plants (tomatoes, peppers), mushrooms, beef, pork... all my favorite toppings.  I'll eat pizza with just about any of the conventional toppings except olives and anchovies, but my favorite is multi-meat with mushrooms, extra cheese and fresh tomatoes.

    When we go out to a pizza parlor, my Old Fart habitually eats the gooey middle out and leaves the crusty handle behind for me to eat -- and you can bet that I do.  I fell off the first episode of that diet after a couple of years -- fell HARD -- at Pizza Hut's all-you-can-eat buffet.  I have been on and off the diet, and in and out of the hospital, since then.  Guilt, when I fall off, is the least of my problems.  Weight is a relatively minor issue.  Breathing is the real issue for me.  I'm a fool for ever falling off, and I am a confirmed fool for pizza.

    Once I allow pizza to tempt me off the straight-and-narrow, it opens the door to all sorts of indulgences:

    ten-pound chocolate bars

    giant Alaska cinnamon rolls

    banana splits

    cherry pie
     

    apple pie ala mode with butterscotch sauce

    pecan pie

    hot fudge sundaes
     

    hot fudge brownie sundaes

    birthday cake

    German chocolate cake

    Black Forest cake

    carrot cake with cream cheese icing

    doughnuts
     

    ice cream

    cookies

    candy bars

    Oh,  oooh....  I can't stand any more.  There's none of that in the house, or anywhere for miles and miles around, and the car is snowed in the driveway.  I'm salivating and my stomach is a vast vacant void.  I guess I'll go take a gluten-free sugarless high-protein muffin out of the freezer and nuke it.

    Seeya later.

    P.S.  As I was collecting the images for this post, Greyfox called.  He has a buy one get one free coupon for the Pizza Hut buffet, and it doesn't expire until the end of next month.  Can you guess where we're going to have lunch next time I go to Wasilla and who's going to fall off her diet again?

  • Yukon Quest - Monday, Feb. 23, 2009

    I reported last night that (unless it was a data entry error) two mushers at the back of the pack were missing on the trail.  That was apparently a data entry error, and there are some evident discrepancies in the standings on the site today.  Becca Moore and Iris Wood Sutton are shown arriving at the Eagle checkpoint at the same time that they are shown leaving 40 Mile.  I'm sure that teleportation would be against the rules and both teams would be disqualified if they tried it.

    For what it's worth, Iris Wood Sutton is shown leaving Eagle at 6:03 AM Monday with 11 dogs, and Becca Moore was reportedly out 9 minutes after her with 10 dogs.

    At the other end of the race,William Kleedehn and Hugh Neff apparently lost in Central Checkpoint the three-hour lead they had over Jon Little out on the trail.  Kleedehn was first into Central at 3:02 PM Sunday, with eleven dogs.  Neff was three minutes behind him with nine dogs.  They were still there at 5:55 PM, when Jon Little arrived with ten dogs.  Little dropped a dog at Central, and Kleedehn dropped two dogs. 

    Hugh Neff was first out, at 7:55 PM, followed five minutes later by William Kleedehn.  As Kleedehn was leaving Central, Brent Sass was arriving with nine dogs.  Three minutes behind Kleedehn, Jon Little hit the trail.  Brent Sass spent the night at Central, dropped one dog, and left at 8:00 this morning.

    If the trail and the dogs are exceptionally fast, the championship could be decided before midnight tonight.  Otherwise, it will be sometime in the wee smalls tomorrow morning when the winning team reaches Fairbanks.  If the pace already set remains consistent, the last team should reach Fairbanks and end the race by the end of this month.

  • What has happened to Iris and Becca?


    (originally posted February 22, 2009 8:52 PM)
    updated 12 hours later--
    Xanga lost the update in posting--
    I'll be back later with a new one.
    Both women are okay.
    I could be concerned over nothing of substance, if it is just another data entry snafu at the Yukon Quest website.  If that is not the case, two women running at the back of the pack are way behind schedule and missing between Dawson City, YT and the 40 Mile River Hospitality Stop on this side of the border.

    A news release from the Quest administration earlier today, Four Races within the Race, drew an analogy between the four "packs" scattered along the trail and the conventional roles of different groups of dogs within a team.  First are the Leaders, behind them come the Swing dogs, then the Team dogs.

    The Fourth Group (staying with the dog team analogy, the Wheel Group) is made up of the final four teams in the race; Yuka Honda, Iris Wood Sutton, Didier Moggia and Becca Moore. These teams were only 5 hours apart leaving Dawson City and will likely only be separated by 8 hours in their arrivals at Eagle Checkpoint. They are approximately 8 to 10 hours behind the Team Group mushers. These mushers will likely try to keep an eye on each other, not so much for competitive reasons, but also to remain aware of each other’s progress along the trail in case there might be a fellow musher in need of assistance.

    Coming in to Dawson City, Becca Moore offered some of her team’s food to Didier Moggia, a move that likely allowed Didier to make it in to Dawson City under his own power and remain in the race. These two teams were seen from the air to be traveling together in the first part of the Dawson City to Eagle leg, and it is likely that they will run close to each other throughout the remaining days of the race. Back-of-the-pack teams know there is no one behind them who could help out if they needed it without violating the 'No Outside Assistance Rule', and that knowledge usually brings increased cooperation within this group, should it be needed.

    The problem with that "looking out for each other" idea is that Didier Moggia turned back to Dawson City and scratched this afternoon, leaving Becca Moore alone more than five and a half hours behind Iris Wood Sutton.

    Yuka Honda left Dawson 42 minutes before Sutton left.  She was 20 hours on the trail (a distance she had been expected to cover in less than 14 hours) and arrived at Forty Mile River at 3:30 AM today.

    Both Iris Wood Sutton and Becca Moore had made better time in the first half of the race than was predicted for back-of-the-pack mushers.  If they had kept up that pace coming out of Dawson, Sutton would have gotten into 40 Mile around 10 PM yesterday, and Moore would have arrived around 4 AM today.

    Forty Mile River is not a checkpoint.  Teams are not required to stop there, but it is resonable to suppose that tired back-of-the-pack mushers would stop to rest themselves and their dogs.  The next checkpoint is Eagle.  The official Race Schedule Approximation estimated that the last musher would arrive in Eagle about 3 PM tomorrow.

    If officials at Dawson, 40 Mile and Eagle, at the start in Whitehorse and at the finish in Fairbanks, are as much in the dark about where Iris and Becca are as I am, someone is probably out on the trail searching for them now and more surely will be if they don't turn up by daylight tomorrow.

    I have been refreshing the standings frequently this evening, looking for news.  It is almost time for me to get off the computer and go to bed.  First thing tomorrow, I'll be back here, looking for news of the two teams at the tail end of the pack.

  • Prudish Old Mrs. Grundy

        

    A dictionary tells me that Mrs. Grundy is, "conventional prudery," which is excessive or priggish attention to propriety or decorum.  Wikipedia says she is a character in Speed the Plough, a late-eighteenth century play by Thomas Morton, but I don't know why anyone would make such a claim.  Mrs. Grundy never appears in the play.  I would say she is a person referred to by the characters.

    I will never be mistaken for Mrs. Grundy.  She is always focused on what's wrong.  If you know me, you may recall that when I first logged into Xanga almost seven years ago, I was on a quest to transcend dualistic judgment.  I am pleased to report that I have made some progress.  I now seldom ever think in terms of right versus wrong or good versus evil.  What I have done is to acknowledge the relativity of this finite observable universe, and to fine tune my observations of it.

    I may never totally transcend judgment in this lifetime.  Currently, I must admit that I derive some satisfaction from my lack of tolerance for intolerant people.  I occasionally have fun censuring the censorious among us.  So sue me.  If it is bad to take pleasure in my imperfections, then I'm an evil bitch, but you said it, I didn't.  Bitch or bad or whatever, one thing I am not is a prude.

    I reflexively want to boo and hiss or bite and scratch when some fool says that something is, "of course, offensive."  That is bullshit.  First of all, it is equally spiritually unevolved to take offense as deliberately to give it.  Furthermore, nothing is intrinsically offensive.  Nothing has the power to offend us unless we take offense upon ourselves by choice.  Most of us choose to be offended by things our culture has taught us are offensive.  Some of us choose to think for ourselves.

    Mrs. Grundy is fearful, twisted and as repugnant to me as nature is to her.  She is unable to see the beauty in nature, and particularly in human nature.  She and others who think like her devised a definition of nature that excluded humanity, thus setting in motion some processes whereby mankind has damned near made its own home planet uninhabitable.  Mrs. Grundy is just plain scary because through her twisted vision and oppressive mission she has perverted her children.

    Mrs. Grundy doesn't see the beauty in a naked human form, and she is appalled by the sex act through which pairs of humans and all mammals bond with each other and perpetuate the species.  Thank God we are hard-wired to procreate, and blame Grundy for the perversions her oppression has produced.

    Oh, shit.  That's enough for now.  I have said this, and more, before.  If you haven't gotten enough of this rant yet or, especially, if it offends you, read on:
    How Sex Got So Perverted
    Curing Cultural Corruption
    How important is sex?
    Honesty, Honor and Truth
    Censorship
    Vulgarity, Profanity, Cursing and Swearing
    Romance
    Some of the posts linked above contain more links.  Following some of those links could be an eye-opening experience for Mrs. Grundy, but if there is one thing Mrs. Grundy wants, it is to keep her blinders on.

  • Yukon Quest update

     

    A couple of days ago, somebody said the Quest was William Kleedehn's to lose.  In this morning's wee small hours, he left the Circle City Checkpoint with eleven dogs, five and a half hours ahead of estimated expectations, fourteen minutes ahead of Hugh Neff and nine dogs.  It could well be Neff's to win now.  Jon Little and his ten dogs, more that three hours behind them, has little chance at the championship, but stranger things have happened.  His time is hours better than the projections.

    Most if not all of the race is now in the U.S.  The four teams at the tail of the race (Honda, Sutton, Moggia and Moore) are out of Dawson City, the last Yukon checkpoint, and not yet reported into Forty Mile Hospitality Stop, the first location on the Alaska side of the border.

    Jamaican musher Newton Marshall, in sixteenth position, is out of Eagle Checkpoint near the back of the main pack, with eleven dogs.  Jason Mackey, who said he blew the race early on by over feeding his team and running them in the heat of the day, is in Eagle, in nineteenth position with nine dogs. 

    Martin Buser, in sixth position, out of Slaven's Cabin Dog Drop on the trail to Circle City, with ten dogs, is the leader among this year's rookies.  Michelle Phillips, in seventh with ten dogs, out of Slaven's Cabin fourteen minutes behind Buser, is leading the women.

  • Current Absurdities

     

    One of the featured blogs on Xanga's front page today is a rant against a particular new video game I had never heard of, RapeLay.  In hysterical tones -- various forms of text emphasis as well as exclamatory punctuation and forceful, frenzied verbal expression -- the writer declares her judgment against Japan -- the entire nation -- for this abomination.  There are clues within the text suggesting that this woman considers herself a feminist and thinks the existence of that game is a feminist issue.

    I am impelled, under the circumstances, to wonder if she would feel as strongly about a game in which players raped men.  Would she enjoy playing a game in which the challenge involved going around raping men?  ...Japanese men?  I had been briefly tempted to ask her, and got as far as clicking on her comments.  The first one I read was from a man who implied that in the light of this information he now feels better about playing Grand Theft Auto.  For the information of those out of that particular loop, GTA involves a lot of killing, the victims or enemies one kills are predominately male, and all the sex, with girlfriends and female hookers, is consensual.

    I was reminded of the very vocal movement, prominent during the 'nineties, to suppress violent video games on the theory that they promoted actual violence in real life.  After much discussion and consideration, my family concluded that violent games are more likely to harmlessly express and sublimate violent urges than they are to stimulate them.  It works that way for us, and for others we have observed and consulted.  We think that a person who would take video game violence out into the real world would have had some serious mental health issues even before exposure to the game.  Since rape is about violence and not about sex, I assume that the same conclusions would be valid there, too.

    One thing is obvious:  if there were not a market for such games, nobody would waste resources creating them.  If nobody has created a game for female players to turn the rape around on men, they might be missing out on a business opportunity.  A while back, my half-Japanese friend Lyn, who lives in a suburb of Tokyo, told me that the feminist movement in Japan is much more rancorous and contentious than was the American women's liberation movement of the 'seventies.  That makes sense, given the greater degree of female subjugation traditional to their culture.

    It also helps explain the popularity of rape fantasies among Japanese men.  Lyn said that many women were treating men with great contempt, exploiting them and inflicting public humiliation.  That could be expected to arouse backlash from men who have for centuries enjoyed the privilege of exploiting and contemptuously humiliating women.  On a superficial intellectual level, I think I understand that Xangan woman's offended feminist sensitivity.  I just think she has taken it to an absurd extreme, in a mistaken direction, on a false premise.  ...but I'm not a feminist any more.  I now support equality for all.

    As I started writing this, Doug awoke on the couch just off my starboard beam, and I took advantage of the opportunity to consult my video game expert.  I asked him if he was familiar with a game in which the play focused on men raping women.  He informed me that it is an entire genre, a subset of eroge (エロゲー), or hentai-based video games.  He considers eroge to be, "too much effort for too little payoff."  He doesn't have a favorite genre and enjoys playing everything but sports simulations and straight racing games.  He says, "Basically, I enjoy playing games that let me do things I can't do in real life."  Me, too.


    Much of the news I hear lately involves the nation's economic difficulties.  NPR has been giving the story some personal touches by talking to people about the specific ways in which it is affecting their families.  Early on, it dawned on Greyfox and me that we have some big social advantages now, conferred on us by virtue of our having grown up in families who lived below the poverty line.

    He mentioned last night that he had heard or read about previously prosperous people who had lost their incomes, and could no longer afford to feed their families.  Reduced to going to a food bank for groceries, they would walk in, look around, say, "I can't deal with this," and walk out empty-handed.  If they lack such a simple skill as asking for charity, how likely are they to be jumping into a dumpster to steal a little salvage?

    In most jurisdictions, it is technically illegal to take trash unless you are doing it in your official capacity as a sanitation worker.  The rationales for such laws include issues of privacy (bullshit) and public health (probably a valid issue for the ignorant and careless masses).  The privacy issue is bullshit because even if one doesn't consider the presence of dumpster divers, everyone presumably knows that cops routinely search through trash for evidence, and anyone with two brain cells to rub together would assume that garbage collectors skim off the best of the mungo they collect, and have to look through the trash to find it.

    Greyfox's forays into the dumpsters at Felony Flats are aided by garden tools that let him handle things remotely.  Personally, I prefer wearing waterproof gloves and getting up close.  Fortunately for me, Greyfox recently salvaged several hundred protective vinyl gloves from one of those dumpsters.  ...but I digressed a little there.  I had meant to say something about the people who are inconvenienced or even suffering because they now have less money to spend on luxuries, not about those of us who have traditionally benefited by sifting through the useful things they habitually throw away.

    Maybe I should stick to writing what I know.  I know that we have not felt the economic pinch yet.  Our deadbeat clients still don't pay us for our services -- nothing new about that.  Those clients who do pay us are not paying any less than they used to, and the proportion of clients who say they will pay and then don't has not risen noticeably.  Greyfox's business remains as marginally profitable as ever.  Apparently either the Alaskans who buy guns and knives haven't felt the pinch yet or, if they have, economic insecurity is impelling more people to purchase weapons.

    My being positioned for and skilled at wild foraging, and Greyfox's access to abundant sources of salvage, as well as his retail acumen and Doug's practical skills and talent for crisis response, have set us up to get through hard economic times with much less stress and strain than is being experienced by more prosperous Americans.  We've marvelled all our lives at those people who toss out all that good junk with which we supplement our incomes and enrich our material existence.  Even if their currently reduced circumstances result in a reduction of the mungo stream and more competition in the dumpsters, we will muddle through.

  • Yukon Quest - over the border

    The leaders in the Quest are across the border into Alaska now.  Eleven have reached the Forty Mile River hospitality stop, and three of them passed through and have gotten as far as Eagle Checkpoint.

    A couple of days ago, the musher in front was five hours ahead of the estimated prediction.  Today, as William Kleedehn departed from Eagle with twelve dogs, he was almost seven hours ahead of the estimated schedule.  Hugh Neff was two hours behind him, with ten dogs.  Jon Little checked into Eagle with twelve dogs and will complete the mandatory six-hour layover there and be eligible to leave at 17:07.

    On the trail from Forty Mile to Eagle are Sebastian Schnuelle (with 12 dogs), Brent Sass (11), Michelle Phillips (10), Warren Palfrey (13), Martin Buser (10), and Dan Caduce (12).  Still at Forty Mile are Mike Ellis (9 dogs) and Normand Casavant with eleven.

    Kyla Boivin (with 11 dogs), Luc Twedell (11), Colleen Robertia (13), Mark Sleightholme (13), and Wayne Hall (11) are on the trail between Dawson and Forty Mile.  The other eight teams still in the race, including Newton Marshall (in 19th position with 12 dogs) and Jason Mackey (in 20th with 10) are currently waiting out the remainders of their mandatory 36 hour layovers in Dawson City.

    Yuka Honda received the first penalty of this year's Quest, thirty minutes for arriving in Dawson City without her required axe.

    Five mushers have scratched, including three time Quest Champion, four time European Champion Hans Gatt, who scratched at Dawson, "for strategic reasons."  The only strategy I can think of that would involve dropping out of a race would be to conserve his and/or his team's energies for a subsequent race.  That would be the Iditarod, next month.

    Into Dawson, Becca Moore had gotten out of the last place spot she'd held for most of the race, arriving with ten dogs one minute ahead of Didier Moggia and his team of nine.  However, the standings show that she will not be eligible to leave Dawson until fourteen minutes after Moggia.  Dawson, the mid-point and major rest area of the race, is also where times are adjusted to eliminate the advantages or disadvantages conferred by the staggered starting times.  At the start of the race, teams leave the chute at three-minute intervals.

  • Weekly Photo Challenge - Where do you go to get outside in the Fall?

    This week's subject was suggested by Stixandstonz:

    Where do you go to get outside in the Fall?

    I step out the door...

    walk down the driveway, cross the street and look around...

    look up in the trees...

    or go through the trees for a clear shot across the muskeg.

    I can turn right at the end of my driveway and walk down the block to the cul de sac and out into the muskeg:

    Or I can turn left and walk up about half a block to the gap in the trees where I can get a clear shot of the muskeg from a different angle.

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