Thursday, January 31, 2013

Time Machine

I just saw the play Assistance at the Wilma Theater courtesy of my stage-manager-with-connections housemate. I dug it. Over-the-top annoying comedy in the first scene or two, but then it settled down a bit, and there was great chemistry between the leads.

Anyway, Apple's Time Machine is weird. It's on the mind because gf's hard drive crashed last weekend when she was visiting. And somebody asked me for some grad school materials, which I realized are no longer on my machine thanks to my reformatting in Kenya that one time. So I go into Time Machine to look for them, and post-Kenya backups are there and look fine, but pre-reformat ones look like this--Damn! The shift-apple-4 screen grab doesn't work inside Time Machine, so here's a pic from my phone:

Anyway, the point is that they're "there" but they're black or transparent and you can't click on them. If you look directly on the drive, they're there. Weirdly, if you search in the Finder menu bar inside TM, they become active, and you can then click on them and look through them, but you can't restore from them. As far as I understand it, whenever you reformat a hard drive, or anything like that, TM is no longer 'associated' with those back-ups. So the first time I backed up after re-formatting, TM did a complete back-up, instead of a limited smart one of only the files that had changed like it normally does.

There are ways to avoid this and the space it eats up, but they are complicated. This site seems to be the answer to all TM questions one could ever have. I mean, it's not like Windows isn't horribly worse, and it's not like I have time to learn how to do everything in Unix, but why can't Apple be all things for all people? Be simple and beautiful, but still give me options and let me do something remotely complicated.

I think the easiest thing to do will be to manually find which folders I didn't successfully restore in Kenya, then copy them manually from the TM HD.

UPDATE: OK, not that difficult. Just click on your computer in the sidebar of a finder window and then enter TM. (Why this matters, I don't know.) Or it might work if you alt-click on the TM icon in the menubar, and you can try to "browse other TM Disks." Whatever. I'm going to bed.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Run Log January 21-27

I'm pretty happy that I managed to get in 60.4 this week. Added bonus: I didn't make too much of a fool of myself in the first week of class (I think). I didn't have time for anything super long either day of the weekend because gf was visiting and we went to NYC. Somehow I managed to wake up an hour before everyone else and ran around Upper Manhattan for 11 miles, however. I enjoyed the river trails (paved bike paths, though on the Harlem River side, I chose poorly and got stuck on an ugly narrow stretch between traffic and the river, and it seems likely that there are much nicer paths just on the other side of the road up a hill. I also managed to get in a fast 10K with the store's run club on Thursday and 9 with a new local running partner on Friday.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Science

Do we ever really know anything for sure? Certainly not the best running form. (More NYT Well Blog from Gretchen Reynolds on studies of shoeless Kenyan running form)

Sunday, January 20, 2013

January 14-20 Run Log

65.9 miles for the week. Basically 6 every weekday morning, 15 yesterday, and 19 today. Yesterday I followed Crum Creek north further than I ever have before, skirting some water treatment facility land and paralleling the creek on pavement for a mile or two on the aptly named Crum Creek road before getting back in the woods. There are definitely no trails that far along it, but hopefully with better weather someday I'll just keep going in/along the creek until Springton Reservoir and be able to connect without much more than a few miles of pavement to Ridley Creek State Park.

RCSP is where MRB and I ran today (see below). I don't know. It's nice and all, and the weather was gorgeous, but we came close to maxing out the park in one day, and the trails don't make any sort of natural topographic sense, in that they don't follow obvious ridges or streams. If the trails weren't color coded and well blazed, you'd basically have no idea where you were. Wissahickon and Crum are much better in that sense.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Convincing Evidence that Shoes Suck.

Or rather, make no difference. I was looking for bad observational statistics articles to share with my stats class which starts next week, and accidentally found stuff that's apparently good: RCTs about shoes. Motion control shoes may control motion, but they may injure you, or at least not help you. N=81 said they injured women, N=~1300 said they make no significant difference.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

January 7-13 Run Log

63.2 miles for the week. A nice 15 with MRB in Philly today (the standard Kelly Drive loop) and 13 yesterday trying to see if I could follow Crum Creek from my house to the Delaware River all on petroleum pipelines and interstate underpasses (almost, but not quite).

Obviously I've run more than that in a single day on almost a dozen occasions, but I'm not the world's most consistent trainer. So if you don't count race miles, or random "hey, let's run from campus to Mt. Diablo and back" runs, I may never have trained more than that. Definitely not on a regular basis, and definitely not since I got my Garmin watch last May to keep track of it all for me. I mean, maybe summer of '06 training for my first 100, or maybe fall '05 before my PR at the St. George Marathon, but I'm not sure. Although most of Runner's World's training plans now cost money to access, I was luck enough to download a bunch in fall '11 when I thought I might run a fast marathon in Kenya. Thankfully I dropped those plans, but regardless, even the advanced plan never calls for more than 57 miles a week. So maybe I'm breaking new ground. Now let's just see if I can keep it up, or up it to 100 a week (and do research, and teach two classes, with two new preps).

Odds are long.

Tuesday, January 08, 2013

The Cabin

60 some-odd years ago my grandparents built a cabin in the Muskoka region of Ontario. I went there as a kid a bunch of times, but I hadn't been since 1995. Scratch that, my sister and I went in 2001. So it hadn't been as long as I thought, but I'd never been in winter, so I took a few days and went before I really have to buckle down to get ready for the coming semester.
The view across the lake

George initially didn't like the weather, but loved playing in the snow on the lake

The interior



I totally overestimated how cold it would be. It's only at 45 or so degrees latitude, while a bunch of the US goes to 49. There also wasn't as much snow as I expected; Alaska this is not.

But the lakes do freeze, which I guess is what matters.




The one sunny morning


I guess woodpeckers don't migrate.




My catharsis
 
George was underwhelmed with Niagara Falls on the return drive. I assume I stopped here as a child, but I don't remember it.








I'd say it was a good trip, but different than I'd expected. I'd planned to go with a cousin, but he couldn't make it. It would have been more fun with a friend, definitely. For some reason, the cabin doesn't lend itself to high power adventuring--although it is ridiculously close to the boundary of the large and impressive Algonquin Provincial Park, instead of skiing or canoeing off into the park for days, it's pretty easy to just chill at the cabin, spend all day splitting firewood, then spend all night trying to burn it. The cabin has neither electricity nor heating nor running water, so it meets most people's definitions of camping just to stay inside the whole time. I did borrow two pairs of x-country skis from a friend, but one had boots that were too small and gave me bad heel blisters, and the second pair accumulated a giant heavy slushy crusty mess of snow on the bottom of the skis, so that idea bombed.

I should have made myself go for runs on the lake (the snow wasn't even deep enough to warrant snowshoes), but I was happy to mess around with the chainsaw instead. I think this was my first time using one, but I still have all my fingers and toes, and only one small hole in my pants. It was also fun to go into Huntsville for some Canadian culture. The gaudy tourist shops were horrible, Rob Schneider is doing two nights of stand-up there later this month, there were police officers in the Tim Hortons I went to, and the very high fraction of the sporting goods store devoted to hockey equipment was hilarious, as was the instant nation-wide transformation from a deep depression to sheer elation that I heard on the radio when the NHL labor dispute ended. Also, everyone was extremely friendly, and they trust you to pump your gas before paying for it.

It's a long drive, made horrible by my having a car charger for neither my ipod nor my phone, nor any books on tape. I'll correct that the next time I go, bring a friend, and work out the kinks in my x-country skiing. But I'll also sit around and chop firewood, because it feels good.

Friday, January 04, 2013

Tim Horton's

I've never seen George so excited about a stick before. Wait. It's a deer leg. No wonder.

Greetings from a donut shop in Huntsville Ontario with wifi. I need better fitting x-country ski boots. Otherwise, splitting firewood in freezing temps is every bit as awesome as I imagined, though I don't know why in heaven's name the cabin needs 22(!) patio chairs. I think there's a show on cable about this sort of thing.