Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Do you mean hippies?

Amanda has had to put up with this particular flight of fancy many a time and I know it is only barely feasible under the best circumstances. But whatever, dream big or go home right? And this is my little dream.
I kinda want to live in this thing. It's simple and elegant and inexpensive. It can be adapted to your season or environment.  It is a wonderful alternative to traditional housing that cost the arms and legs of your enemies to build, only to rot decay and fall down around you. 
  But, more specifically I want to put one of these out in the country and implore other friends to put up similar alternative shelters with me. In my head we form sort of a wagon circle around a central lifting and throwing facility with a couple fire pits. Several families living happily and cooperatively as peaceful modern primitives. Training and eating together or separately as we desire. 
  It would be my plan to have several small fields and try to grow as much of our fruits and vegetables as possible, perhaps raising chickens for eggs and meat, or hunting. I imagine we could install enough solar panels to provide free power for necessary lighting at night and powering freezers for storage. We would still need part time jobs I suppose, enough income to buy clothes and various items etc.  Every couple years I seem to burn out a coffee pot. 
  It's a little crazy, but I think it would be good for all. Our children would learn valuable skills that just don't get shared anymore. And, they would learn that everyone pulls their weight, everyone has to help out. It's not really that crazy an idea it's just different. I've reached the age where I am starting to get weighed down by material possessions, I just don't want things anymore. My favorite gifts recently have been the necklace that got its own post last week, a new razor and a pocket knife. They are useful, or symbolize something that I feel strongly about. I can think of a truck load of things taking up space in our house that don't serve a purpose right now, or haven't been touched in quite a time. Yurt living would definitely solve some of the junk problems because it would HAVE to be pared down. 

Monday, March 4, 2013

Could it be?

  So I'm a little sad today cause I don't have anything weird and wacky to talk about. I took full advantage of the beautiful day to get out and throw and lift some before cooking dinner for the family. Where as the last few times out throwing have been a frustrating mess this was a very pleasant change of pace. Today we played throw it over the Alttoids tin, and that seemed to take some of the grrrrrrr out of things and get a little focus on feeling it rather than trying to hit a number.
  I wasn't destroying things but a good 5-6 throws right at 36-37' with a 17.8 lb stone. I hung it just short of 40' at Jacksonville but I would like to go over that at every game this season barring injury or illness. I was discussing with Adriane Wilson that I, at least feel I have, hit a point where I am not going to get signifigantly better technically. I lack the years of repetition with coaching to make another 20' possible, but with some of the throws that I ticked off before things got destabilized in my training I think 50' should be possible before I hang things up with this. So I have to get the strength level back that I had post strongman.
  Now LWFD that is a whole other kettle o fish. I felt good for a handful of throws today I may have found the key. The phrase that runs through my head that makes the next throwing evolution happen. I felt the weight really pulling my hand coming into turn two and it felt smoking fast but the release thing just baffles me. 
  Wow, that is a three short paragraph spout that no one but me would really care about. 
  Okay a bit of fun. A lesser known lifting music top 5 to Jack up some big lifts, in 5x5 spirit. 
Wires- Red Fang
Winters Wolves- The Sword
Frost Hammer- High on Fire
Animal Farm- Clutch
Mary Anne's Place-Volbeat

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Get to the choppah

  Arnold.  
  So we are driving in the, now ridiculous snowfall to Greenville hoping to see Carolina Baseball. Amanda admonished me for not posting yesterday. I just didn't have anything. But, today the games will be contested for the first time at the Arnold Sports Festival. I have people that are near to my heart braving the Ohio cold today in the name of the ancient sport and strength. Eric, Adriane, Joe, and all the Sorinex guys at the Mighty Mitts, stay warm and good luck. 
  Arnold. 
  Think of him for a second. Now think about a scrawny, threshold of poor, son of an Austrian policeman. After serving in the army he becomes successful enough as a bodybuilder to move to America to pursue his dreams and becomes the icon of the sport.  Not just a movie star, top grossing star in the world at one time. Some real estate tycoonery, a Kennedy, and a president's council on fitness later...  
  I don't know any other guy out there with his own tribute metal band (Austrian Death Machine), or as many various homage/parodies out in the world. Not to mention his own festival that is basically the Olympics for a bunch of non Olympic sports. Power lifters and strongmen will never get to go to London or Athens, but they damn sure look forward to and work to go to Ohio every year. Few of us really get to put our stamp on the world and Arnold is like a graffiti tagger with his mark all over everything. 
  So praise be to Arnie Strong and to the power of strength and athletics for wich he has become the symbol. And...out of legit ideas.