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I haven’t been sick in almost a year (I attribute this to clean livin’ and sweatin’ to the Oldies, and also making sure I get my weekly ration of medicinal alcohol), but then I get a little sleep-deprived and BOOM I’ve come down with a cold almost instantly. It suuuuuuuuucks. Josephine’s sick too, which has led to her waking up in the middle of the night and refusing to go back to sleep. Last night’s activities:
3:30am – William woke up to be fed, and Josephine woke up simultaneously, demanding…well, who knows. She just cried. Mommy got her some water, and I attempted to console her. Got her calmed down, and went back to bed, at which point she started moaning again.
4am – She started screaming again, so I went back in to try and calm her. Sarah came in shortly thereafter, and convinced her to lie down and cover up with her blanket. We left, and she immediately started whining again.
4:30am – Screaming once again, so I went in, ask her what’s wrong, offer some water, lay her down, but she doesn’t respond well to this so I close the door so maybe the rest of us can get some sleep. She commenced shrilly screaming, but screw it I’m exhausted so I’m going back to bed. I walked back in our bedroom and Sarah said, “Why is she screaming?”
“Because I closed her door.”
“SHE’S SICK, MATT!” Sarah yelled. At that hour, I didn’t see any connection between her being sick and me closing her door so the rest of us could possibly sleep, but I also don’t want Sarah to smother me with a Boppy while I’m sleeping, so I went back in, got Josephine, and sat with her while in the rocking chair.
After 10 minutes or so, she calmed, and crawled out of my arms to stand on the floor. She said something I couldn’t understand, but pointed to the changing table, so I put her on their and changed her diaper, which was dry. When I tried to put her pajama pants back on, she cried “No! No!”
“You don’t want your pajama pants?”
“No!”
“Okay.” She started pulling on her shirt, so I figured “She’s overheated” and pulled that off too. Then she said,
“Thomas shirt!”
She is a HUGE Thomas the Tank Engine fan, and recently was given a couple shirts with Thomas and some of his friends on the front, and wants to wear them at every opportunity. At 5am, actual parenting becomes useless and you do whatever you think will get the child to go back to bed, so I put her Thomas shirt on, and then, at her request, her jeans. I drew the line at socks and shoes, and rocked her a bit more, at which point Sarah came in and took over so I could try and get some sleep.
After 90 minutes of fitful sleep, I showered, and when I came back to the bedroom Sarah was feeding William and Josephine was once again just whining, standing in the doorway.
“Josephine, are you hungry?”
“Mmmm….uh-huh..mmmmmnnnn”
“Stop whining. Let’s go downstairs and get breakfast.” I put my shoes on, and then Josephine did one of her super cute things, which is to simply grab my forefinger and lead me off to the kitchen, where I gave her a cereal bar and some Froot Loops.
I have no idea how much sleep Sarah got, but I think I got 4.5 non-contiguous hours, so if you’re thinking “Wow this post really sucks,” that’d be why. I would like a nap. Forgive the crappiness. I ain’t even gonna proofreed this.
Last week, Tuesday to be precise, was the anniversary of the day I finally decided that I’d better start taking my health seriously before I hit three bills and had a heart attack climbing up to the third floor of my house, if only because that staircase is really narrow and I’d probably get stuck and they’d have to either cut away pieces of the house, or pieces of me, to get me out, and my corpse is worth less than the house, so we know what HW would be advising.
If you need help parsing that sentence, shoot me a comment and I’ll break it down for you.
Advice: if you are currently out of shape, do not listen much to advice from someone who has never been out of shape. The reason for this is that they simply do not understand how difficult it is to get from “fairly chubby” to “crazy ripped,” and they will say “It’s easy! Just make a few dietary changes, add some simple exercises, you’ll be there before you know it!”
Horsecrap. If it was easy, the average American BMI would be 20, not 30. Admittedly, it is easy to start the process. If your current diet consists primarily of Whopper Juniors, Mr. Pibb, and Devil Dogs, simply replacing one meal a day with a light salad is going to lose you some pounds. If you also start walking a mile a day, that’ll also lose you some pounds. But after you lose 10, maybe even 20 pounds, the weight will level off. 20 pounds is no mean accomplishment, but if you went from 280 to 260, and you’re 5’3″, you’re going to be irritated when you can’t get further without making bigger sacrifices.
Eating right to lose weight is really, really hard. I really only manage to do it about half the time; weekends are a REAL challenge. I’m trying to limit myself to about 2300 calories a day, while getting 250 grams of protein, which means I get to have 1300 calories of carbs and fat. That ain’t much. When I eat what I want to, I can reach 4000 calories a day without thinking (something that will come in handy later in the year when I switch to bulking). Taking myself from 265 to 245 was easy; going from 245 to 225 has been really hard, and I’ve barely gotten started (although the creatine I take throws off the weight measurements).
The problem is that guys who look like this:
have never been seriously overweight. They’ve been making good food choices and working out for so long it’s not really an effort anymore; the idea of having a large McDonald’s extra value meal revolts them. These are people who ENJOY eating salads. If they have spare time, they go running, instead of watching TV or surfing the internet.
Ideally, if you need some weight coaching, you need to find someone who can show you a picture like this one:
That young woman had an ass the size of a Renault and it is GONE. She knows what it takes to get this done, and won’t sugar coat her advice.
Here are the important facts: don’t expect to lose more than, say, 40 pounds of fat in a year. That’s basically the top, and accounts for holidays and other weeks where you just can’t meet your goals, along with other minor setbacks. If you’re six feet tall and weigh 260, you’re looking at a two-year process of remodelling yourself. If you’re a lazy turd like me, it’ll take even longer. I don’t say this to discourage you, but to make you aware of what you’re in for.
What’s my diet and exercise routine, you ask? Well, I eat a lot of chicken, and I go through a lot of protein powder because it’s super convenient. 4 scoops a day, usually, which is about 96 grams of protein. I was drinking it with milk, but the extra carbs in the morning meant I’d be hungry at night and couldn’t eat more without going over the calorie limit. Those big bags of frozen veggies are the bomb; usually about 4-5 cups of broccoli in each, totalling maybe 120 calories. I pretty much eat one of those at every meal, or a big ol’ mixed salad, but to be honest raw vegetables suck without ranch dressing. I was eating a lot of pretzels for a mid-day snack, but cut that out too. I still do usually have a banana and a granola bar in the late morning, particularly if I plan to do some cardio over lunch.
As far as workout, I do:
Cardio: a couple times a week, I’ll go for a run, or do some “speedwork” (short sprints with walking in between). If my legs are sore I’ll stick with the exercise bike to limit impact on my knees and feet. If I have time, which is not frequent, I like to bring my road bike and do a short ride over lunch. To be honest, I don’t really like the cardio; I just do it so I can eat a little more. If I set a limit of 2300 calories, but I run 3 miles and burn 400-ish calories, guess who has two thumbs and can now eat 2700 calories that day? MATT HEARN.
Weights: I do standard “Starting Strength,” which looks like this:
Workout A: Back squat 3×5, bench press 3×5, deadlift 1×5.
Workout B: Back squat 3×5, overhead press 3×5, powerclean 3×5.
“3×5” means 3 sets, with 5 reps in each set. I also do warmups of each exercise, usually a set of 5, then a set of 3, then 2, then 1, with weights increasing up to the work weight. I increment the work weights every workout, unless I miss reps. My current maxes are:
Back squat: 250×5
Bench press: 175×5 (was up to 190, but my arms are really starting to suffer from the caloric deficit and I just couldn’t handle the weight anymore)
Deadlift: 340×5
Overhead press: 125×5 (Probably my max until I start eating more to gain mass)
Powerclean: 115×5
I workout three times a week, MWF, and the workouts simply alternate.
Bodyweight: I’ve started adding a simple workout called “PLP,” which stands for Pullups, Lunges, Pushups (although technically I do chinups, not pullups; the former have the palms facing you, the latter, away). On the first day of the month, I do one of each (one lunge with each leg). Second day, I do 2. Et cetera. I find it’s a nice way to get a little pump in the arms and legs, even on days when I don’t lift weights, and also I just like that I can actually do chinups now. Obviously the reps get broken up into sets, I can’t do that many chins in a row.
And now, with no further ado, you can look at pictures demonstrating how I am somewhat less fat than a year ago. Try not to get too excited, ladies.
I don’t know what the hell is wrong with people. Okay, I get it, there’s no iPhone 5 this October. I guess if you’re a complete idiot who knows nothing more about technology than “5 is a bigger number than 4,” this is a serious disappointment. But let’s go over a few important facts:
iPhone 4
iPhone 4S
Processor
Apple A4
Dual-core Apple A5
Still camera
5MP
8MP
Video
720p HD
1080p HD
Incredible AI-Voice Recognition application
none
Siri
I’ve left out memory comparisons (because we don’t know what the memory in the 4S is, yet) and the new dual-antenna wireless connection (because I’m not sure how big a grain of salt to take with the prediction of doubling cellular data speeds). Still: in what ridiculous crack-den world are folks living in that this is anything less than a major upgrade? They could call it “iPhone Zero” and it would be completely awesome. Sure, if I already had an iPhone 4, I wouldn’t feel the need to upgrade. But if you have to upgrade your smartphone every single year, I’m going to predict that you’re a major douchekabibble anyway. Like, you know, this guy:
There’s nothing really notable, physically, about the iPhone 4S in comparison to the iPhone 4. Do you have an iPhone 4? Pick it up. Look at it. Turn it over. There, you’ve just done an iPhone 4S hands-on. Congratulations!
Seriously? Your initial reaction to the release of a new phone with twice the CPU is “Sigh, it’s the same shape!” I wonder if this idiot refuses to buy DVDs or BlueRays because they’re the same form-factor as a CD.
This phone is obviously an upgrade over the iPhone 4, and if you’re like me and still floundering along on an old 3G, it’s like going from an IBM XT to an Alienware scream machine. I’m not sure when Apple will actually open the store to get this phone, but I plan to stay up until midnight in case they’ll take my order at 12:01 on October 7th. A few other notes on the subject:
The “back” (or primary) camera went from 5 to 8 megapixels, but that may be the least of its improvements. They’ve opened the aperture to f/2.4 for better low-light shooting (I prefer using a fast aperture over using a flash), and the new lens has 5 elements to sharpen the photos. Plus, image stabilization in the video mode, which is now 1080p (better HD resolution than my Flip).
Siri looks totally rad, although I need to use it to really see if it’s useful. I’ve had other phones with voice recognition, and it was little more than a gimmick. I also don’t fully trust AI after being boned so many times over by that damned paperclip.
I’m largely indifferent to this iCloud thing as well; we’ll see how well it works. Having only 5GB of free storage makes it next to useless, really, although I guess being able to use it to back up your phone before doing a PC-less upgrade is pretty win.
Mostly, frankly, I’m just excited to have a phone that can background apps, do Facetime, and not have things constantly crash because 128MB of DRAM doesn’t cut it with iOS4 apps.
I wrote about 600 words of a September 11th piece and realized I was “writing angry” and was going to come off as a huge jerk. In lieu of actually posting it, I’ll break it down: Lee Greenwood sucks, we’re worse off than we were 10 years ago, the Republican Party is destroying America from within, and the terrorists won.
Nobody wants to read that crap. So, spiked.
I spent September 11th at church, mostly. I’m now singing “full time” (in the sense of singing every Sunday, not working a 40-hour workweek in the choir stalls) at the church where my parents and sister sing/play. It offers a lot of cool music opportunities, so in the afternoon we sang a Requiem Mass by Sir Philip Ledger written specifically for the church a few years back. It was pretty moving, and was topped off by going to Brandywine Prime for a light supper, dragging Sarah along for a last “date” before she has another baby carved out of her on Friday. I ate too much and drank too much, all of which is to the good.
Sat in front of the TV for a bit last night to take in a little football, but discovered I couldn’t care less about the activities of the Jets and Cowboys, and also PBS was showing the New York Philharmonic playing Mahler’s 2nd Symphony, which is superduper pimp. I performed it once in college and would like to note that Mahler was a jerk: no rational musician makes the basses hit F#s and Gs, that is just redunkerous.
WHYY apparently had the rookies at the controls, though, because a few minutes into the last movement, the TV inexplicably cut to commercials (on a public TV station, no less). Eventually the music came back on, after we’d missed several minutes of high quality German romanticism. During that time, I may have accidentally tweeted that WHYY should suck it. I stand by my statement.
I hope everyone had a restful weekend, devoid of airplane tragedies and Lee Greenwood songs. I’ll come up with something more substantive later in the week, and were I you, I would expect to see pictures of a new offspring come Friday, if we come up with a name for him.
I’ll admit: I did not follow the directions to the letter. I have a number of tools powered by 2-cycle engines, and experience starting them in adverse conditions (rain, snow, etc.), so I assumed that my brand-ass new Husqvarna leafblower would operate similarly. So I took the can of fuel (a 50 to 1 gasoline and oil mixture that I refill approximately every 2 years) and poured it in. Yanked the starter, and she fired right up! I blew leaves around in great glee for 10 or 15 minutes, and then shut the blower down to bag the leaves up.
After having done so, I attempted to restart the blower, but no matter what combination of choke, throttle, and priming I tried, it wouldn’t fire. I consulted the manual and the internet, and discovered that the engine was picky about fuel. To be specific, it required exactly the right mixture of new gasoline (no older than a month), Husqvarna-specific 2-cycle oil, a stabilizer, and three unicorn tears, stirred exactly 47 times counter-clockwise with a phoenix feather. My first thought was, “Well, this is ridiculous. I’ll just send it back.” Which is where I discovered my mistake: I’d ordered the blower from Amazon.com, and they do not allow you to send things back that run on gasoline.
In their defense, I think one leaky tank of flammable petrol in the belly of a FedEx jet is one too many. So I understand. What I don’t understand is why no warning was made of this anywhere in the ordering process. Sure, if you check their rules, it mentions it, along with 18 other pages of legalese that no Amazon customer in the history of the internet has read. It’s like expecting me to know what’s in the iTunes EULA, or my mortgage contract (“Be it known forthwith after the previous payment hath been twice En-late-enated, the Mortgageer, henceforth known as the ‘Deadbeat,’ shall release unto the custody of the nearest Notary Public Two (3) Children between the ages of 1 and 7 until such time as the Bacon shall be seen to Float from East to West despite a strengthening Jet Stream…”). I would like to think that before ordering something that can’t be returned, Amazon might put up a splash page saying “Hey! You know you can’t return this, right? Just, you know, so you know.”
So I was left with a deluxe backpack leafblower with what I assume is a clogged carburetor and no way to return it. My only option was to drop it off at a local dealer a few miles away and hope that the repairs are covered under warranty. It’s been almost 10 days with no word, which worries me a bit. Hopefully they haven’t had to surrender it to the bank for late payment.
I will admit that we are a “Dancing With The Stars” household, as well as a “So You Think You Can Dance” household. Sarah’s a dancer, so it’s sort of obvious that she enjoys them, but I like them as well, oddly. On the other hand, I can’t watch “American Idol” or “The Voice” for more than about 30 seconds before I get so angry that I fling things at the TV. I have figured out why all this is: I’m a musician, specifically a singer. So when other people “sing” on TV, I know they suck. I can hear that they sing slightly off-key, that they don’t know anything about phrasing or diction, even though the bulk of viewers cannot. When I watch dancing shows, I can’t really tell what sets apart a great dancer from one who is merely competent, I just know that a dude flung a chick through his legs and then leapt* backwards over her while peeling off the outer layer of his costume to reveal his extremely ripped physique, just as the girl catches him with her feet and maybe accidentally a little bit of boob falls out for a second.
None of that is relevant to what I’m about to say. The take-away: we like the dancing shows, we Hearns.
Anyway, there’s quite a hilarious uproar going on over at the DWTS (that’s Dancing With The Stars for you un-fans) Cast Announcement page. You see, Chaz Bono is participating in this year’s competition. Chaz is famous for two things: being Sonny and Cher’s son, and until a little over a year ago, being Sonny and Cher’s daughter. That’s right, DTWS is having a transgender competitor!
Now, those of us who are rational human beings think this is either a non-event, or possibly an indicator that maybe network TV is nearly entering the 21st century on the subject of LGBT issues. Those of us who are not rational human beings are predicting the end of the world and/or a general boycott of the show. Some of the better comments:
_cindyk52
1 hour ago
Irregardless of all that is said; with both sides hammering away at each other with their opinions; the bottom line is, for me, Chastity Bono has made her choice to flaunt her lifestyle out into the world, and now I make my choice to not watch DWTS. God says her choice is an abomination, and I will honor what the Creator of the universe has commanded. She needs to repent and get right with God.
“Irregardless!” Classic. This one’s tip-top too:
mamafranof4
7 hours ago
I have not missed a season of dancing with the stars, but this one I will not watch until Chasty is voted out, God created a women and God does not make mistakes,God is very loving to his people ,but is very clear about hating sin, and it is very clear in the Bible that if YOU lay down with the same sex you will burn in hell. So who do we pick God or Dancing with the stars( HUM LET ME THINK)
I think this is the best of the bunch:
zorinsecurity
1 hour ago
Well let’s get to the point.Chaz is a women.DNA says so.No matter how many bmw emblems you put on a honda doesn’t make it a bmw.Call the dmv. Ponder this.If there was a crime and they had chaz dna.what would they be looking for? wait for it….. WOMEN. She has a mental disorder.She thanks she is a man,lol Next week maybe she will thank she is a dog.
I’d like to remind you that “zorinsecurity,” whoever s/he is, is almost certainly eligible to vote. Not just in DWTS, but in actual American political elections. Just, you know, pointing that out.
The best part are the replies, mostly from open-minded folks, simply tearing these people apart. For example, here are some replies to zorinsecurity’s last post:
LIGHT2YOU
50 minutes ago
Actually…Not. Your ignorance is showing. Go read up on the subject.
Just.DFax
35 minutes ago
Transgender is not a mental illness, look it up. A lack of education and understanding leads to fear, which leads to hate. The cure is education. If you read up on the subject, the fear will go away and maybe you’ll cure yourself of the hate… and maybe even your English.
VermillionR
1 hour ago
Your spelling and grammar should make you think a little harder the next time you post something online…
I haven’t chimed in yet, because I try to avoid interacting with the catastrophically stupid, but y’all are welcome to. Have at it!
(Personally, I’ll be supporting Carson Kressley, that guy KILLS me.)
*I’m a little annoyed that Firefox doesn’t know the word “leapt.” Ain’t nobody down with archaicisms. (It also doesn’t know the word “archaicism,” possibly because it’s not a word.)
I probably should not have spent Friday and Saturday making fun of all the people who were frantically running around buying up all the batteries, milk, bread, and gasoline. Irene exacted a measure of revenge, although I should be clear nothing terribly serious happened, nobody was hurt, and I suspect insurance will take care of everything. Still, we got home from a short road trip to Virginia to find the following backyard devastation:
I may have to purchase a more substantial chainsaw before tackling any of this, although if Liberty Mutual will pay for it I’ll just get somebody out to chop up everything into firewood and grind the brush up and haul it away. Hopefully everybody is dry and warm and not missing parts of their homes or persons.
Holy natural disaster week, Batman! First we get the strongest earthquake on the East Coast in over 60 years, and then this weekend we’re getting treated to a Category 4 hurricane this weekend. Hearnwife, who loves a good disaster (she once forced me to watch a movie entitled “Atomic Twister,” which was as painful as it sounds, although in her defense Mark-Paul Gosselaar was in it and he’s so dreamy Freud has a chapter about him in Die Traumdeutung), is so excited she’s having trouble controlling her bladder, although that also because she’s 8 months pregnant with what we can only assume, based on how hard he kicks, is a wallaby.
(Here’s how you can tell Matt Hearn is back in the blogging groove:
One paragraph with 17 million links
A 79 word run-on sentence
A lengthy, pointless parenthetical remark
A numbered list
)
Sadly, it turns out some Washington, DC landmarks sustained damage. The Washington Monument and Smithsonian Castle are both closed pending repairs and structural analysis, and the spires of the National Cathedral got straight jacked-up, son, although at least it happened yesterday instead of, say, early July when I was singing there, so on the plus side I do not have a gargoyle-shaped dent in my cranium.
We’re all particularly excited by the prospect of Irene, since it looks like we’ll be travelling while it passes through, so we get both the thrilling possibility of being blown off the road into a bridge abutment and minimal traffic because everyone with any damn sense is staying home. As an added bonus, I’ve still got plenty of big trees available to fall onto my house in high winds.
In case you’re curious about the best way to prepare for a hurricane, it turns out it’s also the best way to prepare for a big snowstorm, and handily enough, also earthquakes and riots of soccer hooligans: the makings of french toast (stale bread, milk, eggs, and honey), a flashlight or two, and at least two cases of really fine india pale ale. In the case of hooligan riot, you might also invest in a shotgun, or at least a big katana.