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June 26, 2008

Questions you never thought to ask, part 1

Q. Greg, what is your favorite musical chord?

A. The suspended 4th, hands down.

This chord is kind of a guilty pleasure -- one that may identifiy me as being overly sentimental and not in possession of the most sophisticated taste. So be it. With a CD collection dominated by artists like Billy Joel and Carole King, it's not as though I'm fooling lots of people anyway.

The suspended 4th is ubiquitous in popular music as well as less popular music. As an example of the latter, Alex Stemm-Wolf has written a beautiful song (from the album Lisa Colorado) called New Mall which features suspended 4ths at the end of almost every line (coinciding with the words that rhyme with "mall," among others). Just listen to that blend of piano and vocals -- how it keeps you hanging on, waiting for the chord to resolve into its major-chord cousin....

June 21, 2008

Four versions of today's run

Bonus miles. My plan was to run two clockwise laps of the ~15-mile Tiger Mountain loop known to some as "Seattle's Favorite Loop" and to others as the course of the Fat Ass 50K held in January. I was doing fine on the first lap until I turned left off of the Tiger Mountain Trail about a minute too early -- onto Hidden Forest Trail rather than One View Trail. It took me 41 minutes to realize I was lost, explore a possible way of avoiding retracing my steps, and then reluctantly climb back up to the TMT, by which time I had nearly run out of fluids. Not including this detour, I finished the first lap in 2:06, about what I had originally hoped for. A five-minute refueling stop at my car did little to revive me, though, and I needed 2:27 to complete the second lap.

The naughty nautical motif. I've noted previously that my trail running form resembles that of a drunken sailor. For thematic consistency, I've also started cursing like a sailor when trouble arises on the trail. Today there were ample opportunities for foul language: in addition to my 41-minute detour, I fell five times.

Family rivalry. My son is normally the champ of the family when it comes to the daily accumulation of dirt and bruises. Today I easily defeated him in those categories, yet my five falls were probably an order of magnitude shy of his daily trip index.

Flora's revenge. Our back yard is overrun by pricker bushes (blackberries, specifically), which we mostly ignore. However, the aforementioned wrong turn took me down a very narrow trail that, wouldn't you know it, was overgrown with pricker bushes (blackberries? nettles?), which gave my legs a bunch of small but itchy cuts. It was as if their little thorns were taunting me: "You can run, but you can't hide..."

I suppose they're right, but, to me, doing yardwork is even more unnatural than trail running.

June 16, 2008

Market research

The cartoon below is the creation of myself (the "idea person") and my brother-in-law Bob (the artist).

Race for the White House

We're thinking of selling a "Runners for Obama" t-shirt featuring this design or something similar. The cartoon would be silk-screened onto a white or light-colored "technical-fiber" shirt with short sleeves. The price would likely cover the cost of materials and shipping plus an additional fee to be donated to the Obama campaign.

At this point, a couple of questions are on our minds:

(1) Would runners who support Obama (or who just like the cartoon) buy this shirt?

(2) Would large numbers of non-runners (or McCain supporters) be upset by this shirt?

Regarding #2, I'm confident that any reasonable person who understands the shirt would find it harmless, if not downright funny. Nevertheless, if the shirt caused more resentment among people who don't get the joke than laughter among people who do, it wouldn't be serving its purpose.

Your comments are appreciated. Thanks in advance!

June 6, 2008

How not to teach writing

The March 2008 issue of English Journal includes an article by Alec Duxbury, a teacher at University Prep in Seattle. It's called "The Tyranny of the Thesis Statement," and it's basically a well-reasoned rant against the way writing is commonly taught in high school:

The error in pedagogy that governs the essay is built on the sanctity of the thesis statement and the insistence that formula will produce quality writing. Teachers ask students to find a thesis statement first and to organize the content of their writing around that thesis statement. Most students encounter this set of rules in the general category of the five-paragraph essay, a form that students know exactly how to produce by the time they leave middle school.

I once was one of those students. Like many others, I mastered the five-paragraph essay in middle school. So why did my peers and I spend most of high school writing more and more essays in this same general format? Weren't we ready for some new challenges? Didn't we deserve a bit more artistic freedom?

Alec suggests that writing is taught this way in part because it makes grading easy. "The assessment of most thesis-first writing assignments," he says, "is accomplished by checking the introduction for a three-part thesis statement, counting the number of examples, checking for topic sentences, and noting the repetition of the three-part thesis statement in the concluding paragraph." But if the assignments don't serve a useful pedagogical purpose, why bother?

There are appealing and effective alternatives to the thesis-centric mindset. At a summer camp I attended when I was 13, I penned many dissimilar types of essays: a personal narrative, a compare-and-contrast piece, an extended definition of a commonly misunderstood word, a satire, a movie review, and so on. I received thoughtful feedback that focused on important rhetorical issues, such as my relationship to my audience, rather than my ability to adhere to a rigid template. I learned lessons that have stayed with me to this day, some obvious in retrospect (don't satirize Miami Vice unless you've actually seen it) and others less so (think of a review not as a list of likes and dislikes, but as an evaluation of the creative choices made by the artists).

By the time I finished high school, however, I was so immersed in the "support a single overarching thesis with a slew of examples" mode of writing that I found it awkward to do anything else. Even worse, this thesis-driven writing style started to affect my reading style. I approached each piece of literature with the goal of discovering its "one true meaning," and I tended to ignore aspects that couldn't be packaged into a tidy, concise interpretation. Once I reached college, my English 101 professor had to spend an entire semester convincing me that sometimes authors meant to be ambiguous and that I should reflect upon this ambiguity rather than ignoring it.

Alec concludes:

For students to learn the art of writing, certain conditions must be met within the classroom. Teachers must be ready to respond to the writing their students produce. To do this, teachers must be willing to write themselves, to risk the making of meaning with their writing, to provide a probing response to the writing their students produce, to engage student writing in a conversational manner, and to qualify -- not quantify -- the work they receive from students. The students themselves must be allowed to begin with a question on a topic or book, to seek its answer, to write themselves into a position of strength, to weigh and question the meanings they find in books, and to begin a piece of writing without knowing where it will end.

I hope that teachers around the world -- including those at my old high school, who are outstanding in many respects -- will take these words to heart.

June 5, 2008

Hydrophilic Philip

Despite being the offspring of two lousy swimmers, Phil has always been attracted to water. He likes to pour it, bathe in it, splash it, stand in it, redistribute it from the dog's dish to the kitchen floor....

Yesterday he took his hydrophilicity to a new level. He went to the aquarium for the first time.

There were lots of attractions there: jellyfish, whales, coral reefs, and many more. But I think Phil liked the water best of all.

Phil in his element

Thanks to his chaperone, Sally, for this photo.

June 2, 2008

The latest dirt from "Extreme Makeover: Trail Running Edition"

I think I'm making progress in my quest to become a competent trail runner, but that progress seems much more evident on some days than on others. A few highlights and lowlights since my last entry on this topic:

May 10th: Ran "Seattle's Favorite Loop" (counterclockwise) at Tiger Mountain in 2:12 -- a disappointing time, since last year I did the same loop in 2:20 and kept going for two more loops. Even worse, I felt quite spent after the quad-crushing descent from West Tiger peak #3.

May 17th: Won the Cougar Mountain 5-Miler, as mentioned previously. It's hard to say what the time (31:19) means, but I was pretty smooth on most of the trails and held my own on the downhills. That's what the runner-up told me afterward, anyway. He turned out to have the surprisingly apt name of Pantilat ("pant-a-lot"), which among mountain/trail runners must be an appellation high point. (Get it? Appalachian high point?)

May 24th: Ran the standard SRC Cougar Mountain loop twice with Uli, with a 13-minute break in between. The times were decent: 1:52:44 and 1:53:43, respectively. Also uplifting was the fact that I dropped Uli on the second loop. (Sorry, Uli! A more gracious training partner wouldn't mention that. The temporary illusion of superiority was wonderful, though.)

May 28th: Ran up Mount Si (from the water spout near the parking area up to the rocky clearing at about the 4-mile mark -- NOT all the way to the stone bench or Haystack) and back down. My ascent time was 41:24, much slower than last year's best of 40:11; the descent of 28:15 was a huge improvement over my previous best of 30:54 but trashed my quads just as thoroughly as always. So it was kind of a bad news / good news / bad news workout.

May 31st: Did a modified "Twelve Peaks" run (roughly 33 miles) at Tiger Mountain with Susannah Beck and Brian Morrison. Not a time trial, just a fun, challenging run in good company. Quads felt OK. Brian zoomed away from me on the trickier descents, but, unlike some people, he's too nice to brag about it on his blog, so I'll just give him credit for it here.

This coming weekend I will take a break from the technical trail stuff in favor of the Fremont 5K.