Saturday, February 4, 2017

Began the day at Holyoke Community College, taking the Comptia IT Fundamentals certification exam (FC0-U51).  Passed with room to spare, so my efforts were rewarded.  Next up is the Microsoft Networking Fundamentals MTA 98-366 exam.

Took the same 3-mile run along Main Street as yesterday, but felt much better doing it.  It actually felt enjoyable, which is unusual for being on the road.

Friday, February 3, 2017

Made the time to take an easy 3-mile run along the sidewalks of Main Street, Suffield.

Thursday, February 2, 2017

On this day in 1997, the Old Goat, Georgie Bear, and the Bandit joined me for a run in Granville State Forest.  Picture below is above the falls on Hubbard Brook.


Wednesday, February 1, 2017

On this day in 1998, the 4th Annual Moby Dick Marathons were held over Greylock. I completed my 17th marathon in 6:19:40, with Johnny Bandit.  It was the second time I wore snowshoes for the 28-mile adventure.  It would be the last time I would snowshoe this distance!


Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Playing music was something I re-visited in 2015 when I was informed I needed to have a tumor taken out of my head.  My neurosurgeon mentioned,  a bit prior to the scheduled surgery, that I could lose speech.  I asked "would I be able to recover it", and the answer was yes.  Then he mentioned I could also lose use of my right arm or hand.  Again, my question was "would I be able to recover use".  Answer, yes.

So, I began to read even more than usual, and picking a guitar a good hour a day.  With the guitar, the idea was to build muscle memory so that in the event I lost that control, I would be able to gain it back sooner than later.  Fortunately for me, my surgeon's hand was steady and I did not have any issues afterward.  And, I was making sounds with the guitar.  

I had also come across the following article, which is also part of the Band Who Would Be King documentary, when searching for guidance with guitar playing.

How to play Guitar - by David Fair

I taught myself to play guitar. It’s incredibly easy when you understand the science of it. The skinny strings play the high sounds, and the fat strings play the low sounds. If you put your finger on the string father out by the tuning end it makes a lower sound. If you want to play fast move your hand fast and if you want to play slower move your hand slower. That’s all there is to it. You can learn the names of notes and how to make chords that other people use, but that’s pretty limiting. Even if you took a few years and learned all the chords you’d still have a limited number of options. If you ignore the chords your options are infinite and you can master guitar playing in one day.

Traditionally, guitars have a fat string on the top and they get skinnier and skinnier as they go down. But he thing to remember is it’s your guitar and you can put whatever you want on it. I like to put six different sized strings on it because that gives the most variety, but my brother used to put all of the same thickness on so he wouldn’t have so much to worry about. What ever string he hit had to be the right one because they were all the same.

Tuning the guitar is kind of a ridiculous notion. If you have to wind the tuning pegs to just a certain place, that implies that every other place would be wrong. But that absurd. How could it be wrong? It’s your guitar and you’re the one playing it. It’s completely up to you to decide hoe it should sound. In fact I don’t tune by the sound at all. I wind the strings until they’re all about the same tightness. I highly recommend electric guitars for a couple of reasons. First of all they don’t depend on body resonating for the sound so it doesn’t matter if you paint them. As also, if you put all the knobs on your amplifier on 10 you can get a much higher reaction to effort ratio with an electric guitar than you can with an acoustic. Just a tiny tap on the strings can rattle your windows, and when you slam the strings, with your amp on 10, you can strip the paint off the walls.

Monday, January 30, 2017

Moody Spring, Dubuque State Forest, Hawley 

It has been written that Moody Spring has been a place of pilgrimage, and for picnics and outings, for over 150 years.  It is named for William Moody (died in 1860) on whose farm it was located.  The water here is said to possess strong medicinal properties, and people come from great distances to get some of it.  This water is reputed to be an effective cure for scrofula* and other skin ailments.

My mother occasionally mentions snowmobiling to Moody Sping back in the late sixties and early seventies for clambakes.  We started snowshoeing out to the spring back in ’96 or so.  The area remains very popular for snowmobiles, although I don’t know how many of them depend on the water from the spring to drink like we do. 

****  (Scrofula: a constitutional disorder of a tuberculous nature, characterized chiefly by swelling and degeneration of the lymphatic glands, especially in the neck, and by inflammation of the joints, according to Random House Dictionary).

The Old Goat filling up at Moody Spring from the mid-to-late 90's

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Upped the effort to a 7-miler on the road in Suffield...  the Hill Street loop.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Ran on the roads to avoid ice and mud in the woods...  this is my least favorite time of year;  not enough snow to snowshoe and not bare ground to be safe.  Shouldn't be long til I can get back to the trails.  Right around 5-miles in Suffield.

Friday, January 27, 2017

I read a lot.  Always have.  Over the past decade or slightly longer, one book in particular has changed me and my thinking.  The Tao of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff.

A favorite piece from the Tao of Pooh is:

"When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?"

"What's for breakfast? said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?"

"I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet.

Pooh nodded thoughtfully.

"It's the same thing," he said.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Fifteen years ago today, January 26th, 2002, Beaver Brook Snowshoe Race, in Hollis, NH.


Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Back in 2002, I did some snowshoeing from Hallockville Pond to Crooked Neck Pond....  including a graveyard pass-by (Stark Cemetery).

Starks Cemetery

Elvira Bartlett and Rufus Stark Gravestone

Crooked Neck Pond, Plainfield, MA.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Pop and Paul at the old Fritz homestead, January 2003.


Monday, January 23, 2017

Mount Greylock from Little Egypt, Adams.  Tippi for a bonus, 2003.


Sunday, January 22, 2017

Warm temperatures, muddy trails, and moisture is present.  I didn't want to struggle on the trails, so a quiet run along the roads in Suffield was the choice.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

The morning was spent at STCC and by the time I got home I was lacking motivation.  I drove to Robinson State Park to explore some, but I just didn't have the energy to enjoy it.  Tried to follow the Metacomet into the park but was not successful.

In 2002, on this day, I drove up Route 2 to Adams to venture into the Glen one more time.

Hail to the Sunrise, Charlemont.

Never frozen pond, Greylock Glen.