It's all ball-bearings nowadays.
Briefly stated, the Gell-Mann Amnesia effect is as follows. You open the newspaper to an article on some subject you know well. In Murray’s case, physics. In mine, show business. You read the article and see the journalist has absolutely no understanding of either the facts or the issues. Often, the article is so wrong it actually presents the story backward—reversing cause and effect. I call these the “wet streets cause rain” stories. Paper’s full of them.
In any case, you read with exasperation or amusement the multiple errors in a story, and then turn the page to national or international affairs, and read as if the rest of the newspaper was somehow more accurate about Palestine than the baloney you just read. You turn the page, and forget what you know.
Youth has no age.
I was supposed to run 10.75 miles this morning, but miscalculated where I needed to make a U-turn, so it was actually 11 miles on the nose. It took me almost exactly an hour and forty-five minutes — not bad for a week shy of 41 — and put me over 77 miles for the month of June.
According to my Nike Running iPhone app, I’ve logged over 475 miles on my Nike Free 4.0 sneakers, and it’s time for a new pair. I only ever wear them for running, so that’s actually pretty accurate. I have no idea what the average lifespan is for a pair of sneakers, and I suppose Nike could be simply trying to get me to spend more money, but they do seem to have lost some springiness lately. If anyone has any recommendations, do let me know.
My Father’s Day was pretty great. We had a lovely brunch, I got to watch plenty of the U.S. Open, my son gave me a #1 Dad star that he made in school, and my wife gave me a gift certificate for a massage. We didn’t catch the season finale of Game of Thrones, but after the boy went to bed we watched three episodes of the second season of House of Cards, which was awesome.
I probably should not have bothered to watch the end of the Spurs @ Heat game last night, but I didn’t want to have missed it in case Miami managed to make a comeback. I still managed to hop out of bed at 5:15AM and lace up. I spent about fifteen minutes stretching and waiting for the sun and then hit the road for my ten miles. The first five seemed to be pretty easy, but then the weight of my sweat-soaked t-shirt started to bother me and I sort of lost steam at the end. I still finished, though, so I feel good about that.
My plan is to make it to a half-marathon in quarter-mile increments and then drop back down to five miles and ramp up again in half-mile increments. We’ll see.
I had a brutal migraine when I went to sleep last night. I managed to make it through Game of Thrones and then conked out, still in pain despite several pharmaceutical attempts to relieve the ice pick in my brain. It was still there when my alarm started ringing at 0600, but I knew it wouldn’t be able to survive a long run. So I laced up my sneakers and hit the pavement.
Don’t get me wrong: It hurt like hell to run. Every footfall was murder. But by the time I hit three miles, my headache was gone and I was drenched with sweat. I’ve done a good job of adding a quarter-mile to each run for over a month now, and was happy to push it to 9.75 miles. Ten is a nice round number lurking in the future.
Here are five photos of yours truly from 1975. Four are from March — about three months shy of my second birthday — and one is from June, presumably around my birthday. They are some of the only photos I have of myself as a child, and they were (apparently) very special to my mom, who kept them safe and very close to her for almost forty years. She died on August 12, 2012 and I miss her more than she’ll ever know.
The subjects of every state ought to contribute towards the support of the government, as nearly as possible, in proportion to their respective abilities; that is, in proportion to the revenue which they respectively enjoy under the protection of the state. … The rich should contribute to the public expense, not only in proportion to their revenue, but something more than in that proportion.
Adam Smith (June 5, 1723 – July 17, 1790)
Wealth of Nations
Happy birthday to the Duke, who said:
“Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It’s perfect when it arrives and it puts itself into our hands. It hopes we’ve learned something from yesterday.”
John Wayne, May 26, 1907 — June 11, 1979
And yesterday was the birthday of Ralph Waldo Emerson, who wrote:
“Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson, May 25, 1803 — April 27, 1882
I love you, sis.