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How I Formed My 2020 Album Countdown

8 Dec

I try to do a yearly top albums of the year countdown. And usually I uses the Wiki albums (for that year) page to see what’s dropping. I make sue to listen to my historical favorite artists, and if I still have time I’ll check out albums of genres I’m a fan of, then big names. And I usually just go by my own opinions–nothing academic, nothing fancy. I simply rate the albums as I like them.

This year I decided to try a more quantitative approach. Which is why my descriptions of songs and albums, might not match up all that well with the album’s placement on my list. I judged songs on a scale of awesome, good, OK, meh, and dislike this year. OK means neutral. No complaints, but no excitement either. meh, ment to me that it was boring, or I tuned it out, or the song didn’t make an impact on me. Awesome songs instantly made me enthusiastic. It is a rank based on my own reactions, and what gets me going. So obviously–awesome isn’t objective. It’s geared toward what I like. Good were the songs that were above neutral, but that didn’t make me excited. They were solid songs, but didn’t have that it factor. And dislikes were things that offended me, things I thought were thrown together without a bunch of thought, things that made me angry. It takes a LOT for me not to like a song!

Then to formulate the list from worst to best, I mathematically quantified the number of each type of song against the number of songs on the album. And this definitely favored artists with less tracks. But a theme this year, was edit. Which, when I was first getting into music was entirely different. Back when you had to pay $12, then $17, and sometimes $22 for an album–it sucked when that album was short. What a waste of money. Those albums with 8 songs or something were an awful value. But also it sucked to buy a whole ass album, just for 1 song. And the rest of the songs sucked. I’m talking to you Billy Joel, River of Dreams. Don’t just put songs on an album to fill it out. Now that streaming is primary, nobody needs or wants filler material. I suggested that artists only put out there BEST work. Also, I really weighted disliked songs heavily. Just because I like most things. It really has to be awful for me to dislike it.

What came out was a list of albums that surprised me. It would have been different if the rankings weren’t based on percentage. But I can tell you the albums represent how much I like and dislike the tracks. So I might not do it this same way next year, but it’s totally accurate to the songs I like and dislike for this year.

Mandatory Overtime

17 Sep

I hate O.T.–I’d MUCH rather have the time. I’ve done all the extra working (see every “veterinary” or “work” tagged post in my blog) and it didn’t get me ahead in my career or enough money to pay anything important. So why bother?

I start to think about Corporate making billions, off the backs of under-paid (relatively) worker-bees, and it doesn’t set right with me. We need unions to reign in capitalism.

At any rate, at work we are being mandated to work our regular 40 hour weeks, and then an additional 24 hours. It has to be within our regular work window (we have somewhat flexible schedules between 6AM and 5:30PM). Plus they opened up Saturday only from 6AM to noon.

So I am trying to spread it out in a way that will impact us the very least. We will still be doing our daily run and strength workout, and also maintaining our sleep schedules.

9/21-10/16 24HR = 1440 min

In every scenario:

*work 2 sat (every other) for 6 hr = 12 hr [24tot-12sat=12left]

*work 6am-3:30pm (1hr ot) all 4 Mon = 4 hr ot [12left tot-4mon=8hr left]

*fri short as possible

3 options to work the remaining 8 hr ot:

plan A] work 2 additional sat:

plan A1] (2hr = 4hr –>20hr tot & 4 hr spread over 12d)

20 min extra on t,w,r (3d) for 4 wk = 240 min = 4hr

exp:  6:10A-3P or 6:20A-3:10P

plan A2] (1hr only = 2hr –> 22hr tot & 2 hrs spread over 12d)

10 min extra on ,w,r (3d) for 4 wk = 120 min = 2 hr

exp:  6:20A-3P or 6:25A-3:05P

Plan B (no short sat)] spread it over t,w,r for 4 wk:

t,w,r*4wk=12 more days to get 8 hr

8 hr per 12 d (.667hr *60min/hr = 40 min

40min x-tra every t, w, r

exp:  6A-3:10P or 6:20A-3:30P

This Weird Thing Happened to Me in 5th Grade

14 Jan

I was a teacher’s kid.  So pretty much, whatever teacher was best, my parents could request and get for me.  No problem.

The fifth grade teachers all came to my fourth grade class to introduce themselves.  It would be the first time we’d changed school buildings.  My elementary at the time only had space for K-4, then you went to the middle school for 5-8, then HS for 9-12.

There was an old gal, with a whisper of a voice.  No way did I want some soft-spoken grandma!  There was some fat lady who looked mean.  Nope.  The known best teacher in the fifth grade (who pretty much every parent requested)

came in and I instantly had a strong dislike/aversion to her.  She was in 4 inch heels.  Totally impractical, uncomfortable, and girly.  How the fuck was she supposed to watch us in the gravel at recess?  Her outfit was a form-fitting pencil skirt and suit jacket.  I instantly thought she was ridiculous.  I was like, offended, by her.  WTF?  The teacher I set my heart on looked athletic.  She had short blonde hair, wore comfortable looking sneakers, and in the Q&A portion said she loved sports.  Travis, the boy who had ended up with every same teacher I’d had from 1-4th grade enthusiastically wanted in her class.  So did I.

I knew my parents wanted me to have the best (most girly) teacher, but I insisted I wanted the sporty one.  And they let ME pick.

I was still a kid.  Not aware of fashion, oblivious of any pre-teen stuff.  I was not cool at all–that wasn’t even on my radar.  Still a baby really.

My best friend had many older siblings, so she was more interested in teenage things.  She liked makeup and wanted boobs very badly.

The teacher played music in the background of class, and I liked that.

The class held up posters to a song that went with a book we read, Bridge to Teribithia? I can’t remember exactly, but I do remember how proudly and excitedly each group raised their poster during the assigned portion of the song.

The teacher talked about going to the re-up of Woodstock Music Festival and how the people from New York had funny accents.

We read Where the Red Fern Grows and watched the movie, too.  I was disappointed the death scene wasn’t the graphic depiction we had read in the book.

She also talked about how Ellen (the sitcom of Ellen Degeneres, which was in it’s non-notorious early days) was so funny.  And that made me watch it.

My teacher’s endometriosis falls like a blanket over the entire year, touching everything.  Making a great impact.

We had silent reading what felt like a lot, and the teacher let us sit under our desks.  It felt like a fort, and I really liked that.  My best friend introduced me to magazines:  YM, Seventeen, and Teen mostly.

My class continuously went out to the track.  I’m not sure if this was normal for my teacher with every class, or if she just wasn’t feeling well a lot and took us outside to have a break.

We had substitute after substitute, and that felt like having no teacher at all.

The other kids were happy we weren’t doing that much, like they were able to get away from something.  But I like learning, and I felt a little disappointed despite the fun.

That was when you could still watch any ol’ movie in school.  I must have seen every Disney classic out in that span of time, and I must have watched The Lion King at least 5 times just in school.

I loved to write, and my teacher gave (just) me (that I know of) a blank journal that I could fill up because she noticed that I had an interest in writing poetry.  I felt special and I felt like she recognized potential in my writing.

Math had always been a struggle for me, and 5th grade was the year I really fell behind and never caught up–mostly due to so many subs and so much track-walking.

Our teacher asked my best friend and I to take flowers she had received (from her boyfriend? if I remember correctly what she said) into the empty classroom while everyone was at recess.  My best friend was nosy and initiated snooping through the teacher’s desk drawers–she had candy in there.  Though not enough that we would go unnoticed if we took some.

I put my middle finger to my eye in a covert flipping off of a particularly annoying substitute that made known I was a teacher’s kid–a label I had been trying to downplay after graduating out of the school both my parents worked at.

One day, the class was silently reading (seated at our desks) and the teacher called me up to her desk.  She was practicing her signature over and over and asked me which one looked the best.  While I was scrutinizing the names on the paper, out of the corner of my eye I could see the teacher unzipping her pants.  Remember, the whole class is in the same room, just feet away, reading silently.  I quickly pointed at whatever signature, said “that one,” and started to make a hasty retreat to my desk.  She asked, (and I’ll never forget this as long as I live) “Would you like to touch my ovary?”  I said a quick, “No thanks” and rushed back to my seat.

I don’t think she was trying to be a perv or anything like that.  I think she knew I wanted to be a veterinarian, and had an interest in science.  And she thought it might be educational?  And we were inside a room full of other kids, not obscured or private in any way.  I thought it was odd then and I think it’s super-strange today.  What was she thinking?

And I wasn’t shamed or secretive about the incident at all.  I told my best friend (a known blabber-mouth), my parents, it wasn’t something I kept quiet.  Today, that teacher would probably be fired for doing that, maybe even get hauled into court and possibly labeled a sexual offender.  But this was the 1990s and I guess everyone just thought–‘hmm, that’s weird, and maybe poor judgement…’

I mean, I have suffered no psychological damage from it or anything, so I’m glad nothing really came of it.  Though my mom is adamant that she did go talk to that teacher, and even swore at her (which doesn’t sound like something she would do), but I have zero recollection of that at all.  None.  And I feel like I would.  So I guess a conversation was had.

Mostly, I use that as a funny story to bring up that sounds far-fetched.

 

LaZY DAVE Saturday [3rd post of 4]

11 Sep

Sorry for the delay!  It’s been a busy coupe of weeks shifting into all my new schedules.  And I already have a test next week!  And I’m having to go to work (4 hours) extra for obligatory training.  So blogging has been low on my priority list.  But I’m waiting to go into work for an hour–so here it is:

SATURDAY:

We didn’t get tiks for Saturday. Because they’re too expensive, we’d be too tired and dirty, and the crowd is over the fratty line for us.

We woke up at our secret camping spot (feathers) which is a GORGEous location to wake up and I’m not sure why so many people pay big bucks to party on top of each other, when this is a few miles away, quiet, FREE and relatively empty (4 caps Friday night) but I’m glad they don’t.  It’s lovely to have it to ourselves.  I ran my obligatory mile.  I didn’t notice anything awry on the way out of the camp site, other then loose gravel on the road that was a little slippy for my liking.  But on the way back, I found that it was UPhill all the way.  And against the wind.  Needless to say, I got my sweat on.  But it was one of the most beautiful runs ever, overlooking a canyon with bay salt walls, with windmills in the distance.

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We take pictures at this beautiful scene each year we attend the concerts.  But I should have done it before my run, because I look sweaty and windblown and none of the pics are suitable for Facebook.  Then, we ate more of our wonderful snacks and smoothies on the way to River Road where Cool’s friend lives.  We had wanted to visit her for several years, but 2.5 hours proves to be a bit too far for school, and 2 different work schedules to manage.  Mostly, we’re locked in Spokompton–which is why this summer was special with only a few hours of my time scheduled and just Cool’s job to work around.  Anyway, we did plan on seeing Cool’s school pal this time. I was excited for a shower, Cool was excited to go to the lake and sleep in a real bed. And we were ready for a BBQ (having brought brats, dawgs, and chips from home). But our host had a migraine and was out of commission.

Which ended up working out OK, because we were tired, and recovering from our fight from the night before. So we showered, napped, watched TV (we’re now hooked on “Criminal Minds” on Netflix) and vegged out all day.  But then our host’s father (who was supposed to BBQ) needed stitches so those plans were also off.  But Cool’s friend started feeling a little better.  I had asked Cool when we arrived at 10AM if she had her pills, and she said she didn’t.  Cool finally LOOKED to see if she brought some Rx migraine pills, and turns out she did, so her friend got a pill around 4PM.  We got to chat a little, and went to bed relatively early, missing Saturday’s concert as planned.

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And of course (as is our luck), fans are calling Saturday the best show of 2014. The setlist we’d die for occured.  Here’s some stats from AntsMarching:

Fri:

= 16.7% Away From the World

= 4 star rating

= rarest song is Rapunzel

= rarity 7 of 42 summer concerts; overall = 26.32

Sat:

= 20% Remember Two Things

= 4.5 star rating

= rarest song is So Much to Say-Too Much tease-into Halloween!

= rarity of 8 of 42 summer shows; overall = 24.76

Sun:

= 21.7% Under the Table and Dreaming

= 4.5 star rating

= rarest song is Loving Wings or Steady As We Go (played once during the summer tour)

= rarity of 2 of 42 summer shows; overall = 26.19

I have no complaints about our setlists, but you always want what you don’t have I guess.  I had put “So Much to Say”-tease-closer on my setlist wishlist and that would have been amazing to see.  And obviously, we were devastated Brandi did a duet with Dave (only on this night). I heard rumors Brandi did a meet & greet Saturday.  Of course.  Because that’s my luck.  If we had gone Friday and Saturday, this would have occurred Sunday.  If we had gone all 3 days, it wouldn’t have happened at all.

But we got clean and rested and did some visiting Saturday so we had a good time and didn’t yet know what we had missed.  Next up–Sunday, the final concert!

Fit Bit Stride Length

26 Aug

Mine is elusive.  It’s a difficult thing to figure out anyway.  Then, mine varies depending on location (treadmill, path, all-weather track), speed, and ???  Who knows what else.  The point is, who can figure this out?  And who can do it so its consistent and accurate?

I made an attempt.  And it may be a poor one, and it’s only accurate some of the time, but this is as good as it gets, without professional input.  Here’s the equation I found online:

(63360 inches * mile) divided by # steps = average stride (in inches) divided by 12 = avg stride (feet)

The accumulation of data:

We walked down the bicycle trail by our apartment, noting the FitBit milage, then watching the FitBit until it said an exact mile had passed.  We walked away from the apartment at my pace, and my FitBit got to my mile before Cool’s (though we walked the distance together).

My Pace:

L- 1 mile in 14 min (4.3 mph pace)= 1722 steps

C- 1 mile in 16 min (3.8 mph pace)= 2063 steps

The discrepancy is probably the stride length we had previously programmed in our individual FitBits.  Still, things got weirder on the way home.  You would think the walk back would put us at approximately our apartment.  Nope, at Cool’s pace mine took me past our start point.  Cool’s took us down a rabbit hole making us walk far, far past our apartment before registering 1 mile.

Cool’s Pace:

L-  1 mile in 20 min (3.0 mph pace)= 2330 steps

C- 1 mile in 41 min (1.5 mph pace)=4931 steps

I don’t know either.  But obviously something is terribly wrong.  At any rate, with those numbers that put stride length (using the above formula) and recorded as mine(my pace), mine(at Cool’s pace) etc at:

L(L)-36.7″

L(C)-26.7″

C(L)-29.6″

C(C)-12.7″

For my average walking pace as 2 feet 6.4 inches and Cool’s crazy average walking pace as 1 foot 7.6 inches.  Which despite the huge problems in milage does seem in the ballpark.

My running stride length was even more complicated, because I ran a single lap in the various lanes (of slight distance variations, due to the circle).  Then, I ran a continuous mile to see if it made a difference.  And I walked around the track to confirm my walking pace on a known distance.  Of course all of those distances occurred at different speeds.  So I got rough averages.

Lanes:  Using (63360)(miles)/# steps

–>the IAAF has standardized track lanes that are 1.22 meters wide.

lane 8 = 453.66 m = 0.2835 mi

lane 7 = 446 m = 0.2786 mi

lane 6 = 433.38 m = 0.2709 mi

lane 5 =  430.66 m = 0.2692 mi

lane 4 = 423 m = 0.2644 mi

lane 3 = 415.33 m = 0.2596 mi

lane 2 = 407.67 m = 0.2548 mi

lane 1 = 400 m = 0.25 mi

Speed Counts:

 In a 9 min/mi, I take 1540 steps

In a 7:50 min/mi I only take 1326 steps

My average stride length for walking (using 5 laps) = 2 ft 3.1 in

Distance Counts:

My average stride length for 1 lap (out of 7 different laps) = 3 ft 4.4 in

My average mile stride (for 5 different miles) = 3 ft 4.5 in

Anyway, that’s a lot of math to say that the Fit Bit isn’t going to give me exact distances, because there are too many variable involved to keep an accurate stride length over a whole day’s distance/speed/elevation/etc. . .

Maybe You Feel Cheated

5 Aug

Out of real posts.  This summer I’ve often resorted to using old drafts, posting things off the wider internet, updating on continuing goals, or doing bulleted lists.  I guess all this application writing just has me less enthused about writing for FUN.  Anyway, there’s a few things I wanted to say with no real common thread otherwise being my life.  Here’s a list:

-My jobs keep falling through.  First, was the unfortunate interview offer–from a vet hospital.  Which I in no way want right now.  Then, there was unorganized group interview for fast food where they looked at my application AFTERWARD.  And I was not invited back for the 2nd interview.  Then, I had a phone interview with a recreation company stocking warehouse.  But by late summer I had to talk about class hours, and my schedule didn’t allow me to get an interview.  Then, I got an out-of-the-blue voicemail from a job I had applied to the 1st week of June inviting me to an interview.  I called back and left a message Saturday–a few hours after the initial invite, but I have yet to hear anything.  So I guess they found someone else?

-And just while I was writing this my phone rang–which it rarely does, so I knew it was this janitorial job.  I picked up and a phone moments into the call I made the mistake of saying, “I wasn’t sure whether to call again or wait. . .  So I opted to wait.”  And I could tell my guy bristled a little and said he had a long weekend.  Oops.  So it’s already not going well.  Also, he said the interview is TOMORROW.  Which I absolutely hate.  I mean, that is so rude–c’mon give me a little notice!  Also, I’m not sure I want to work with someone either disorganized or willing to jerk me around, whatever the reason for a late returned phone call and extremely short notice. . .  So I almost said I couldn’t make it.  Partially because they require a flexible schedule and didn’t specify number of hours so I’m not sure it would even work with my school schedule.  But I’m a big-believer that you should get as much interview practice as possible (hence the vet interview of a job I didn’t want that I went on earlier this summer), so I said I could make it.  But I already don’t feel good about it.

-In other news, the head of my department did a nice edit for my personal statement–in less than 5 hours of receiving it!  I Walking about-July 2012 039had asked her specifically about potential research questions, and told her just to ignore the red font indicating questions or editing.  Really, I only provided the whole statement to give her context, but she quickly went above and beyond.  And she wrote very nice, specific comments about the paper and how she could tell I’d worked hard on it.  It has been one of the most pleasant interactions I’ve had with professors at my school thus far.  Maybe this year will be MY year!

-My morning runs are forcing me to employ math.  Ratios and geometry no less and it’s taxing my brain, and my Mom’s.  They over-water on the track forcing me to time my runs in outer lanes so it requires some math to translate my time into an exact mile.  Then, the footpath I like is 2 odd shapes so there are more calculations I have to do to get my distance and speed.

-My Dad has all kinds of audiology scenarios at play:  noise-induced hearing loss, history of untreated swimmer’s ear and swimmers ear 1otitis media, tinnitus, dizziness, and a current infection.

-That phone call totally derailed me.  Now I have to go to an interview with someone who was already annoyed with me.  And the job might not be logistically possible.  And because of the short notice, I didn’t juggle my work schedule, so I have to wake up at 4AM to clean, prior to interviewing.  Not cool.

So I guess that’s it for now–you were gypped again.  Sorry.