“Go climbing” was an item I’ve been itching to remove from my “Reasons I Hate Being Fat” list and today, with the help of Bill Schilling, I successfully left the ground.

A few things quickly became apparent:
*My hands sweat profusely. To maintain a reasonable level of grip I had to chalk my hands every 10-15 minutes. Luckily, chalk isn’t an expensive commodity.
*I have no concept of height. I winced when I had to make a leap of about four feet but had no problem when I fell from a height of about eight feet.
*I go “hm…” a lot when I climb.
*Climbing is the most effective way to destroy every muscle between your neck and nipples. Later on, I proved incapable of properly putting on my seatbelt, operating a door latch, and opening a jar of pickles. It hurt so good.

The attendant staff member had incredible hair. I claimed it was network anchor hair and Bill said that it was shampoo commercial hair. Either way, it was a spectacular mane of which I hope he was proud.

I wound up leaving Randy’s at around 7am, getting home at 8am, and waking up at 2pm. This isn’t the weirdest schedule I’ve slipped into but it was a bit stranger than I wanted. I spent the afternoon and evening walking on my treadmill and catching up on miscellaneous things until I got bored around 9pm.

I still had a lot of cakes and wanted social engagement so I called Stomping Grounds Games and offered to trade them cakes for the right to steal an arbitrary number of sodas and waters from them when I visited. They accepted by terms and the 10 or so people at the store ate their fill of my baked bounty. Someone recommended I sell what I made, a suggestion at which I scoffed, but I thought about it and thought it’d be fair to offer a cake as a prize for a Magic tournament and shortly thereafter the Stomping Grounds Diabetes Open was born. Right now the top prize is a peanut butter brownie mousse pie and top 8 gets creme brûlée. I’m curious to see how it develops.

Randy Booz was having a birthday party this evening and I was supposed to pick up someone on the way over. I received a message that they were delayed so I went to Randy’s first. In a way I’m glad. I didn’t actually have room for them with all the space in my car occupied by cakes.

Randy’s party was enjoyable and it was the first time I had taken my attempt at a beard out in public. It was well received and someone asked me why I hadn’t done it sooner. After chewing on it a bit, I realized that one of the things I hated about having a five o’clock shadow was that it made my double chin pronounced. Now that I no longer have one, I wonder if a beard is something I would have stumbled upon if it hadn’t been otherwise recommended.

I’ve gotten better at baking over time. This may sound obvious but today the contrast was stark. The first carrot cake with cream cheese frosting I ever made took me about six hours. Of this, three was actual work and the rest was baking, cooling, and other time where I could do other things. Today, I did this all in about two with one hour being baking time.

Here’s what I think I’ve done differently:
*I use 1 more bowl – In baking, many ingredients can be done in sets. For instance, fats and sugars in cakes will usually be done together. Historically, I tried to use as few bowls as possible, but you can speed up prep by measuring the next ingredient in another bowl while the previous one mixes. This saves the time of removing the mixing bowl from the stand mixer and returning it.
*Knowing when I can over mix – Some ingredients will over mix. For instance, once flour is added, you can mix too much and the gluten in the flour will make the dough tough. It’s hard to over mix butter/sugar and somewhat hard to over mix the semi-final batter. This lets me do a step without watching the mixer.
*Prepping Butter – When I’m going to bake a lot of things, the night before, I leave 2 lbs of butter on the counter still wrapped in a sealed container. Room temperature butter is so much easier to work with.
*Excess Inventory – I follow a simple rule for common ingredients. Always have an open bag and backup bag of something. This means that I always have 2 bags of chocolate morsels, one in use, one in reserve at all times. It requires extra space, but this extra space doesn’t often get accessed so things can be arranged snugly in it. This has almost eliminated emergency store trips.
*Split Recipes – Some recipes are “bases”. The cheesecake recipe I use makes 2 9″ rounds so making two cheesecakes of different types is easy. In this case, ½ was kept plain, the other had cookie crumbs added to it.
*Better balance – A good kitchen balance is indispensable. My previous balance was 5g accurate so I needed a second smaller balance for things like salt. I purchased a $40 quality balance that is gram accurate up to 5 kilos and haven’t looked back.
*Clean everything all the time – I have a half dozen kitchen towels on hand at all times. This allows me to clean as I go. You figure I can probably re-use some dirty bowls between cakes but for whatever reason I find it easier to just clean everything each time and never have to think about where to put something.

Randy Booz turns… something in a week or so and I need to make him a large quantity of cakes because of a promise made while running a half-marathon. Long story short, Randy doesn’t often reply to text messages, I said that if he replied to the string I had sent him I’d bake him a cake for each, I had issued nine messages at that point, thus nine cakes.

Here was the spread:
Carrot Cake
Angel Food Cake
German Chocolate Cake (actually named after a guy not the nation-state)
Oreo Cheesecake
Berry Cheesecake
Apple Cake
Chocolate Peanut Butter Cheese Bar
Peanut Butter Mousse Pie
Butter Cream-frosted Gold Cake

To prepare, I purchased 36 eggs, 6 lbs of cream cheese, 10 lbs of sugar, 10 lbs of flour, a pint of vanilla, 8 lbs of various fruits, 2 lbs of cookies and 38 oz of pepperoni. Why the pepperoni? Because before I started making nine of the tastiest cakes of my life I was sure as heck going back to a low-carb diet.

Whit invited me up to New York City and I obliged his invite.  It was good to see him.

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We chatted.  He left for work, and I walked around.

I’ve picked up some bravery over time when it comes to taking pictures.  I think today showed that.

Watchman

I like the reflective highlights of his suit.

I paced the same set of blocks three or four times, trying to get everything which I never would.  Each pass I saw something new.

Yell

I didn’t much change the saturation here.

 

Meat Plug

I have no idea what cut of meat this is.

Subway Fisher

Sewer fisher

Valve Hats

Hats, oo oh!

Heading south, I took pictures along the high line where I think I got my favorite of the day.

View from the High Line

 

Here’s the rest:

I met some former coworkers today and they shared with me the changes that occurred to my former employer since my summary dismissal that was the warning quake of the July Massacre where some 90 other coworkers were let go. Some people have been upon the grim task of preparing the building and facilities for what appear to be the next inevitable reductions which must be a special kind of gut-turning.

One of my dismissed coworkers was enjoying retirement and another was talking about relocating to where her husband worked. Otherwise, the event had an undercurrent “things out there such but I’m glad we are together” which reflects a level of camaraderie that I don’t feel existed previously. Someone brought marshmallow brownies which brought back memories of my previous life as a baker at work and I wondered if I’d continue this tradition with my new firm. We departed with the traditional “we should do this again” which I often assume is a pleasantry but these are engineers and may buck that trend.

After lunch, I shot south to Grounds for Sculpture an art park/sculpture garden to help someone learn to use their camera.

Sculpture and I have a rough past as I find most pieces done after Rodin to be emetic and think that Jeff Koons creates “pretty” not the high art worthy of notation for the future except as an amusing side street. With this in mind, I found Grounds for Sculpture to be refreshing. The two exhibits they had were interesting if one was not a bit saccharine. The outdoor displays were either large and regal, media-sized and whimsical, or small or engaging and each of these sets proved to be better than I expected. On and off storms kept us from moving at the pace I wanted and I feel I have about a 1/3 left for a future visit.

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I met with a cosmetic surgeon today regarding having an abdomenoplasty to remove the excess me that’s resulted from weight loss. The office was very nice and the front desk person pleasant. Everyone kept telling me to “hang tight” to which I wanted to reply “I can’t!” to finish the joke that no one would find funny.

The surgeon was very skilled at making upside down drawings and looked like a young George Takei and he walked me through the steps of how the surgery worked. I also asked him about having the excess skin of my chest removed which proved to be much more involved than I thought. How involved? Well, once the term “nipple re-attachment” was said I knew the game had changed.

I’m still fighting internally over whether or not this is something I want to do. Part of me says “I earned this” and part of me says “this is your albatross, fatty”. Clothing that fits correctly for me in most places still doesn’t look right around my midsection and the hang between my abdominal skin and the rest of me often makes sleeping difficult. The gut skin also moves independently when I run which proves painful but running is kind of a leisure sport at the best of times.

I hope this isn’t the thin edge of the wedge on the way to vanity.

The Rock and Roll Half Marathon was supposed to be a triumph for myself and my previous coworkers but I was the only one of the original 10 that ran it. I headed out from Somerton station at 6:14 and the train slowly filled with people in running clothing. Then Suburban Station filled with people in running clothing. Then Logan Square filled with people in running clothing. Then the area outside the Art Museum filled with people in running clothing.

I was in coral 18 of 25 with again, mostly women my age and older healthy looking men. Each coral was released about 90 seconds after the previous and I set off at 8:25. Here were my mile times:

Mile 1 – 8:35
Mile 2 – 8:45
Mile 3 – 8:55
Mile 4 – 9:06
Mile 5 – 9:16
Mile 6 – 9:25
Mile 7 – 9:35
Mile 8 – 9:45
Mile 9 – 9:55
Mile 10 – 10:05
Mile 11 – 10:15
Mile 12 – 10:25
Mile 13 – 10:35
Finish – 10:36:10

I feel this kind of timing consistency is a byproduct of training almost exclusively on a treadmill.

The bump in time around mile 4 was due to me having several text message conversations during which I slowed down a little. During the Broad Street Run I made arrangements for Anthony Celona’s bachelor party so I guess this was apropos. I also guess that since I had the energy to text I probably wasn’t pushing myself. I was able to walk like a non-drunkard immediately after finishing, enjoyed some chocolate milk, and walked easily the six blocks to the train station. I wasn’t destroyed, just sweaty and while I developed a few salt deposits I was presentable enough to meet someone for lunch. My feet had blistered and stairs hurt my knees but otherwise I just felt tired.

Maybe I try for a full marathon next time.

My opinions on Woodbadge are known and noisy and today they again came up. Councils often run this advanced adult leader training program bi-annually over the course of two three-day weeks and the staffs often spend a lot of time preparing for it, and that’s my problem. I don’t think Woodbadge is bad in any way but is simply inefficient. The staff spends too much time preparing and the training itself is too long. The National Leadership Seminar gets someone 80% there in two days which I consider preferable.

Bill Thompson and I butt heads over this every few months and we did again today. I feel bad bringing up my argument because it’s a “not good enough” argument. In Scouting, we’re often talking “good” vs. “not good” with few programs lying in between. I happen to think that Woodbadge is one of them.

At the end of the discussion, Joe Bell, Chris Crose, and I sat in the Dining Room of Totem and I smiled. Joe probably lost 60 lbs, Chris an impressive 110, and me 190. That’s two people’s worth of mass. Chris and I chatted about weight loss:

Chris: Do you find that you’re…. saggy.
Me: Yep.
Chris: Does it go away?
Me: Not really.
Chris: Someone said I should use it to remember how big I was.
Me: I think that person is talking like an idiot.
Chris: I do too.
Me: Any other changes?
Chris: I have a girlfriend. That’s kind of weird.

Chris, don’t tell her that.