In Seattle there are two bars that are related in a way most people wouldn't expect.
Cowgirls is a country themed top 40 bar. Girls wearing only jean shorts and shirts dance on tables and on the bar itself, hips gyrating to the music as they show off their bodies. Their legs and midriffs are exposed. The bar is super crowded with writhing swarms of drunk people. Straight men enjoy looking at the women. If they tried to inappropriately touch one, they'd get kicked out. Moving through the crowd is a chore; girls will probably get touched "by accident." The people who go here are automatically considered white trash.
R Place is a gay bar, which means it has a gender ratio that is almost as bad as a computer science classroom. Boys wearing only thongs dance on tables, hips gyrating to the music as they show off their bodies. Their legs, chest, and sometimes upper buttocks are exposed, and you can't unsee that shit. The bar is super crowded with writhing swarms of drunk people. Straight girls enjoy staring at, and inappropriately touching, the men. Moving through the crowd is a chore; boys will probably be touched "by accident" for a very prolonged and shame-lacking amount of time. The people who go here are automatically considered awesome and so great.
On paper, these bars might seem like simple inverses of each other. Not so.
Cowgirls is a trashy, misogynistic bar that exploits women and something something something gender roles. Expressing an interest in going here means you are an uncouth villain who hates all women everywhere.
R Place is the best place to dance, and gay guys are so great, and if you express an interest in going there you are a good person have good taste in bars, etc. In fact if you express anything less than enthusiasm about dancing there, well then you're just homophobic son. Welcome to Capitol Hill.
That, my friends, is how it works.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
On Heart Rates
max heart rate = 220 - ${current age}
max target heart rate = ${max heart rate} * .85
lower target = ${max heart rate} * .50
Fun facts:
According to these calculators if you weight 188 pounds:
Walking at 10% at 3.5mph for 30min is roughly the same burn as running 5mph for 30min.
That calculation doesnt take into account the fact that I run at 2% to ease the strain on my legs. Apparently 36 minutes of "moderate" stationary biking is not too far behind, but I have no idea how the word "moderate" relates to the resistance number I see on the stationary bike.
I think whats really important is that if I want to start biking to work, I have to be able to bike 11.4 miles, which will take me 1h 24min according to google.
max target heart rate = ${max heart rate} * .85
lower target = ${max heart rate} * .50
Fun facts:
According to these calculators if you weight 188 pounds:
Walking at 10% at 3.5mph for 30min is roughly the same burn as running 5mph for 30min.
That calculation doesnt take into account the fact that I run at 2% to ease the strain on my legs. Apparently 36 minutes of "moderate" stationary biking is not too far behind, but I have no idea how the word "moderate" relates to the resistance number I see on the stationary bike.
I think whats really important is that if I want to start biking to work, I have to be able to bike 11.4 miles, which will take me 1h 24min according to google.
Veggies Don't Have Carbs!
Fuck Keto.
More precisely, fuck ketogenic diets.
I mean, they are great for other people; other people who are not me. I will not be going on a keto diet. The first hint that I would not be doing a keto diet wasn't, in fact, the stomach pains I felt as a result of eating too much ham that morning and the previous night. No, it was when I realized I was about to pass out as I stumbled around safeway searching for a shrimp platter. What does a shrimp platter have to do with weight lifting? I'm glad you asked.
You see, I had decided to start this diet as soon as possible, because I was worried about the adjustments to my life. No carbs. So my dinner was ham. The next morning: 4 eggs. Also ham. Strangely, despite eating ridiculous amount of food, by 10:30 I was already hungry for my morning doughnut, which I did not partake. By the time lunch rolls around, I am starving. The PT insisted that he like, new microsoft cafeteria food, and they had no-carb foods, so the caf wasn't an excuse. I found one thing with no carbs: the salad bar. So, obviously, I loaded up a bunch of plants into a container and then soaked them in balsamic vinegar. I did this because all of the good salad dressings have carbs, and to my knowledge balsamic vinegar is the only healthy dressing I can stand to eat. Unfortunately, being super hungry makes me tend to overdo everything. I reflected on this as I did my best to choke down plants and onion slices that were thoroughly soaked in vinegar. Still, I kept my good attitude. If this is what it takes to have muscles without switching gyms or finding a reasonable PT, well then this is what it takes.
I was already hungry again as we left the cafeteria. Too hungry to work. And all the snacks, everywhere, especially the ones I wanted to eat in great amounts, had carbs. All I had was a list of foods that I would have to go home and cook. In my cloudy mental state the only food I could think of that I could eat without going home and cooking was shrimp--specifically the overpriced cocktail shrimp they sell for the lazy rich at supermarkets. And that's when I left for safeway. Safeway was where I made the decision to start rationalizing giving up the stupid diet, but I didn't want to do so right away because I had spent at least 16 hours of my life exercising self control, and I wanted something more to show for it, damnit!
It wasn't until I had eaten an entire block of mozzarella cheese and a platter of (what turned out fo be frozen) shrimp and still felt ridiculously hungry that I admitted I wasn't going to do this. In the abstract, sure, I can commit. In real life? No. I can't concentrate on computer code if all I can think about is how hungry I am while stuffing my face with foods that will be unpleasant later. I can't do my job in that state.
By 4:30, I talked to the kitchen and drank an entire mountain dew. It was the most delicious mountain dew I have ever had in my entire life, and in fact will probably remain the most delicious mountain dew I've ever had, because I'm not trying keto again.
Here's a list of keto side effects, in no particular order:
1. keto flu: you feel sick and have no energy, because of keto
2. constipation
3. light-headedness
3b. salt defficiency, potassium deficiency, etc
4. Heart Arrhythmia
5. sugar cravings
6. Lets just go back to Heart Arrhythmia again. Heart Arrhythmia.
I know longer care if the guy who was going to be my personal trainer thinks I am lazy, or weak, or...whatever emotion type A do-everything-at-once people associate with this decision. I don't care if he will refuse to teach me how to lift properly. I will find another way to learn how to lift. I will read it in a book, or watch videos, or switch gyms, or say screw weights and just rock climb instead.
That being said--the ketogenic diet still does hold some interest for me. I actually do plan to limit the amount of carbohydrates I eat. I am hoping to, with sufficient exercise, still reap the benefits of having my body switch to fat-burning mode. The reason I think this is doable is because most vegetables don't have much carbs, which means meat and veggies is a keto friendly meal. I can handle that.
Or, really, maybe I'll just live on soda and doritos. I was actually fine with [mostly] cutting soda completely out of my diet. Sure, I missed it, but there are more important things in life. Until today. All I want for Christmas is a thousand six packs of mountain dew.
More precisely, fuck ketogenic diets.
I mean, they are great for other people; other people who are not me. I will not be going on a keto diet. The first hint that I would not be doing a keto diet wasn't, in fact, the stomach pains I felt as a result of eating too much ham that morning and the previous night. No, it was when I realized I was about to pass out as I stumbled around safeway searching for a shrimp platter. What does a shrimp platter have to do with weight lifting? I'm glad you asked.
You see, I had decided to start this diet as soon as possible, because I was worried about the adjustments to my life. No carbs. So my dinner was ham. The next morning: 4 eggs. Also ham. Strangely, despite eating ridiculous amount of food, by 10:30 I was already hungry for my morning doughnut, which I did not partake. By the time lunch rolls around, I am starving. The PT insisted that he like, new microsoft cafeteria food, and they had no-carb foods, so the caf wasn't an excuse. I found one thing with no carbs: the salad bar. So, obviously, I loaded up a bunch of plants into a container and then soaked them in balsamic vinegar. I did this because all of the good salad dressings have carbs, and to my knowledge balsamic vinegar is the only healthy dressing I can stand to eat. Unfortunately, being super hungry makes me tend to overdo everything. I reflected on this as I did my best to choke down plants and onion slices that were thoroughly soaked in vinegar. Still, I kept my good attitude. If this is what it takes to have muscles without switching gyms or finding a reasonable PT, well then this is what it takes.
I was already hungry again as we left the cafeteria. Too hungry to work. And all the snacks, everywhere, especially the ones I wanted to eat in great amounts, had carbs. All I had was a list of foods that I would have to go home and cook. In my cloudy mental state the only food I could think of that I could eat without going home and cooking was shrimp--specifically the overpriced cocktail shrimp they sell for the lazy rich at supermarkets. And that's when I left for safeway. Safeway was where I made the decision to start rationalizing giving up the stupid diet, but I didn't want to do so right away because I had spent at least 16 hours of my life exercising self control, and I wanted something more to show for it, damnit!
It wasn't until I had eaten an entire block of mozzarella cheese and a platter of (what turned out fo be frozen) shrimp and still felt ridiculously hungry that I admitted I wasn't going to do this. In the abstract, sure, I can commit. In real life? No. I can't concentrate on computer code if all I can think about is how hungry I am while stuffing my face with foods that will be unpleasant later. I can't do my job in that state.
By 4:30, I talked to the kitchen and drank an entire mountain dew. It was the most delicious mountain dew I have ever had in my entire life, and in fact will probably remain the most delicious mountain dew I've ever had, because I'm not trying keto again.
Here's a list of keto side effects, in no particular order:
1. keto flu: you feel sick and have no energy, because of keto
2. constipation
3. light-headedness
3b. salt defficiency, potassium deficiency, etc
4. Heart Arrhythmia
5. sugar cravings
6. Lets just go back to Heart Arrhythmia again. Heart Arrhythmia.
I know longer care if the guy who was going to be my personal trainer thinks I am lazy, or weak, or...whatever emotion type A do-everything-at-once people associate with this decision. I don't care if he will refuse to teach me how to lift properly. I will find another way to learn how to lift. I will read it in a book, or watch videos, or switch gyms, or say screw weights and just rock climb instead.
That being said--the ketogenic diet still does hold some interest for me. I actually do plan to limit the amount of carbohydrates I eat. I am hoping to, with sufficient exercise, still reap the benefits of having my body switch to fat-burning mode. The reason I think this is doable is because most vegetables don't have much carbs, which means meat and veggies is a keto friendly meal. I can handle that.
Or, really, maybe I'll just live on soda and doritos. I was actually fine with [mostly] cutting soda completely out of my diet. Sure, I missed it, but there are more important things in life. Until today. All I want for Christmas is a thousand six packs of mountain dew.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Veggies Don't Have Carbs?
My personality notwithstanding, fixing my frail looking body is probably the last of the things about myself that I've wanted to fix my whole life. I mean, maybe not having girls accuse me of being an emotionless robot anymore would be a nice-to-have, but its mostly the lack of muscles.
So I finally met with a personal trainer.
Aside from random friends making dubious promises about showing me how to lift, working with a personal trainer seemed like the only option. I don't know any of the lifts, and most of them require a spotter. Sure, some people can get a way without a spotter, but those people know what they are doing. So I showed up to the gym hoping to learn a little about lifting, and get shown some technique. And that's where things went horribly wrong.
I asked the trainer about showing me how to lift, and he made me back up and tell him what my real goal was, and then he told me that I had to come into the gym at least three times a week and also change my entire diet, every meal, all at once, and immediately. I explained my preference for gradual changes and he interpreted it as laziness. I get frustrated in situations like these, because I can tell the person I am talking to is mistaking what I'm saying for something different that they hear all the time, and I've never been able to articulate the delta. So its sudden changes for me, and goodbye smoothies (for now).
Being one of those guys that does weird shit with meals and protein all this other crazy stuff to maximize their lifting was definitely not my goal, at all. I don't want to become a weightlifting guy. I just want to lift a couple weights once a week. Unfortunately, at least according to him, once a week won't bring any progress.
He showed me two lifts, but with all of the crazy all or nothing talk, I was definitely regretting my decision. However, I have regretted, and almost quit, a lot of things. For example, I really wanted to quit flying lessons before I got my license, and I'm glad I didn't. Also, I really, really, really wanted to quit Amazon, about once a month (I literally was on the verge of quitting by the end of every on-call week), but I'm glad I didn't it because the experience was worth it.
So, I imagine this weight lifting bullshit is going to suck ass, but will be worth it in the long run.
And its more than I can afford, however, the way I am looking at it is the part where he teaches me how to do certain lifts is the investment; if I can learn the lifts well, that knowledge should save me plenty of money in the future when I can lift on my own. If not, I've certainly wasted more money on dumber shit than this.
Oh, also, today I learned that most vegetables dont have carbs somehow. I'm pretty sure I assumed they had carbs my whole life. So that's new.
So I finally met with a personal trainer.
Aside from random friends making dubious promises about showing me how to lift, working with a personal trainer seemed like the only option. I don't know any of the lifts, and most of them require a spotter. Sure, some people can get a way without a spotter, but those people know what they are doing. So I showed up to the gym hoping to learn a little about lifting, and get shown some technique. And that's where things went horribly wrong.
I asked the trainer about showing me how to lift, and he made me back up and tell him what my real goal was, and then he told me that I had to come into the gym at least three times a week and also change my entire diet, every meal, all at once, and immediately. I explained my preference for gradual changes and he interpreted it as laziness. I get frustrated in situations like these, because I can tell the person I am talking to is mistaking what I'm saying for something different that they hear all the time, and I've never been able to articulate the delta. So its sudden changes for me, and goodbye smoothies (for now).
Being one of those guys that does weird shit with meals and protein all this other crazy stuff to maximize their lifting was definitely not my goal, at all. I don't want to become a weightlifting guy. I just want to lift a couple weights once a week. Unfortunately, at least according to him, once a week won't bring any progress.
He showed me two lifts, but with all of the crazy all or nothing talk, I was definitely regretting my decision. However, I have regretted, and almost quit, a lot of things. For example, I really wanted to quit flying lessons before I got my license, and I'm glad I didn't. Also, I really, really, really wanted to quit Amazon, about once a month (I literally was on the verge of quitting by the end of every on-call week), but I'm glad I didn't it because the experience was worth it.
So, I imagine this weight lifting bullshit is going to suck ass, but will be worth it in the long run.
And its more than I can afford, however, the way I am looking at it is the part where he teaches me how to do certain lifts is the investment; if I can learn the lifts well, that knowledge should save me plenty of money in the future when I can lift on my own. If not, I've certainly wasted more money on dumber shit than this.
Oh, also, today I learned that most vegetables dont have carbs somehow. I'm pretty sure I assumed they had carbs my whole life. So that's new.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Thin Privilege is not having a suspect die when you sit on them.
Thin privilege is not having a fat-shaming suspect die on you after you sit on her. She wouldn't have died if a thin cop sat on her! Why should she die just because a fat cop sat on her?
http://www.weirdasianews.com/2013/05/02/japanese-woman-accidentally-killed-heavy-set-police-officer/
Society is so unfair. Fat cops should be able to sit on anyone they like without the fear that their sheer weight will kill the person.
http://www.weirdasianews.com/2013/05/02/japanese-woman-accidentally-killed-heavy-set-police-officer/
Society is so unfair. Fat cops should be able to sit on anyone they like without the fear that their sheer weight will kill the person.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
How to replace a 2001 Aprilia falco battery
You need:
5 mm hex
10 mm socket
8 mm socket ( or Phillips) for terminals and the annoying screw
And you will have to reach underneath for that one pain in the ass bolt. Don't forget to put it back on.
And just do the rest from memory. I'm typing on my phone, so my future self you can just stop being a bitch and figure it out again.
[Edit]
Time taken: 1 hour 10 min
Don't judge me.
5 mm hex
10 mm socket
8 mm socket ( or Phillips) for terminals and the annoying screw
And you will have to reach underneath for that one pain in the ass bolt. Don't forget to put it back on.
And just do the rest from memory. I'm typing on my phone, so my future self you can just stop being a bitch and figure it out again.
[Edit]
Time taken: 1 hour 10 min
Don't judge me.
On Bicycles
Bike rack that fits STI?
How to tell what size bicycle frame you need
Being 6' 1" i am apparently 185.5 cm
and based on my own (probably erroneous) leg measurements I have about 82 cm leg length.
So I apparently need a frame 56 cm / 22"
How to tell what size bicycle frame you need
Being 6' 1" i am apparently 185.5 cm
and based on my own (probably erroneous) leg measurements I have about 82 cm leg length.
So I apparently need a frame 56 cm / 22"
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