Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Tori eats her greens

The weather had been a little gloomy for the past few days. Finally, after a big storm last night, we woke up to a beautiful sunny day. Joey and I decided to take Tori out to explore the grass.

She was a little cautious at first.




She would touch it gently with her hand then look up at me for reassurance.


Then she slid down onto her tummy to get a closer look.



When Joey saw her on her tummy he jumped up and said, "look mom, I can make a T with Tori."




A few minutes later she was inspecting the blades of grass with her mouth. She looked like Einie (the Cobbs' tortoise), grazing on the lawn.

Honestly, we have no idea what Joey is doing here. Maybe it's tai-chi.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Bring it back!

Some of you may know that I am a HUGE sailing fan. I think it stems from my childhood when we had a 11'6" Snark Wildflower and used to strap it on top of our VW bus, drive down to 15th Street in Balboa, drop it in the water, and sail it around Balboa Bay. Snark Wildflowers were made completely out of foam with a thin Corlite covering (ours was black), so they were virtually unsinkable. The wide hull shape also made them almost untippable (Gene even tried to get it to tip, with Carol in the boat!). It had a gigantic aluminum spar for a boat that little and a wood and aluminum tiller. The daggerboard was solid mahogany with an aluminum plate to keep it from slipping all the way through the boat and it felt heavier than the hull itself when you picked it up. Plus, being made out of foam, we kids could hand launch it with my dad no problem. I'll always remember sitting on that dock in the evening, waiting for my turn, and watching the So Cal sunset into the ocean. Those were the days.

Because I like to test the limits of the internet sometimes, here are some pictures of a Snark Wildflower that is just like our old boat (except ours was black). They should bring back some vivid memories to my older sisters and dad, as well as billions of mosquitos that were born in the hull while it sat in our yard.




Now I am absolutely obsessed with a few different yachting events, but none more intensely than the America's Cup. If you don't know about the America's Cup, you should really make an effort to learn. Not only is it the oldest trophy in the sporting world, but it has the richest history of any competition in sports. It began with a challenge to our young country from the Royal Yacht Squadron to a race around the Isle of Wight in conjunction with the Great London Exhibition of 1851. As a prize, the RYS offered what was then known as the "100 Guinea Cup." The Exhibition was meant to be a display of technology, and one way that England thought it could show it's technical superiority was to include sailing--something that England had dominated throughout the world for centuries. The U.S. accepted the challenge and the newly formed New York Yacht Club built a 90-foot schooner and named it America. When they sailed her across the ocean for the race, they immediately set a new TransAtlantic record. The race itself wasn't even close and America beat 14 other English boats to win the 'Auld Mug.' Part of the reason this was so significant was that we were a fledgling country with our own serious internal issues in 1851 and we beat the Brits at one of their biggest strengths. And this wasn't just for yachties and bragging rights. Having the best sailing technology spoke directly to the strength and potential of your economy, since that is how goods/armies/people were shipped around the world back then. This also gave rise to the anectodal story of Queen Victoria who, when told that America had won the race, asked who came second, and was famously told "Your Majesty, there was no second." The cup was renamed the America's Cup after the winning ship. Isn't she beautiful?

The winning syndicate deeded the Cup to the NYYC as a "Perpetual Challenge Cup to promote friendly competition between foreign countries." It was stipulated that the NYYC had to defend the cup against any challenge, which it successfully did for 132 years, the longest winning streak in any sport, by a mile. During that period there were great stories of drama and intrigue, huge personalities (Lipton, Sopwith, Vanderbilt) that sought and defended the cup, and some truly amazing boats, culminating with the completely dominant and gigantic Reliance in 1903.

The streak finally came to an end in 1983, when the Australian syndicate with it's famous winged keel beat Dennis Connor's Liberty. History has been rewritten to say that it was the Australian's keel innovation that lost the Cup (along with an implied loss of American technical superiority). But those revisionists conveniently forget to talk about the details of the regatta, where Liberty had a 3-1 lead in a best of seven format, and went on to lose the final three races. And not only that, but the seventh and deciding race came down to the final run. Liberty had a commanding lead of over a minute (usually game over), Australia II tacked away to gain a split (always a desperate move--especially on the run), and caught a lucky windshift (ridiculous) to squeak across the line 25 seconds ahead. So that's how the longest streak in sports was ended--on a lucky wind shift. The winged keel was a dramatic innovation that made a significant difference, and we still barely lost! Imagine if we had similar technology--it would have been a rout like so many times before. No, I'm not bitter after all these years. Did I mention I was 11 at the time?

Of course, American innovation and technology being what it is, we marched right down to Perth in 1987 for the first true international America's Cup regatta to get our Cup back. There were 13 challengers who all sailed against each other to see who would challenge the Australians for the Cup. Dennis Connor's Stars & Stripes destroyed all the challengers and then smoked the Aussies 4-0 in the Cup. The Kiwis were especially upset, since they had lost in the challenger finals, so they decided to twist and bend the Deed of Gift (at this point, over 130 years old) to get the Cup unfairly. They secretly built the fastest monohull in the world--a gigantic 90 foot boat with wings on the side where the crew would sit for ballast. Since the Deed technically said that the Cup had to be defended against any challenge, New Zealand thought they could challenge by themselves and not have to worry about beating all the challengers then revealed their aircraft carrier of a boat and challenged us to a race. The fact that the America's Cup had become a quadrennial regatta among nations and that everyone had been racing 12-meters since the 1930's under the same format didn't really phase them. Well, since we had to defend it, and they were technically right that the Deed didn't specify the type of boat, we built a super fast and technologically amazing catamaran with a sail like an airplane wing, and sailed circles around them in the race. Of course, they cried and howled and sued, saying that it wasn't a fair race (but I guess if they had won with a similar margin sailing their big boat against a standard IACC 12-meter it would have been fair. Whatever). Luckily the Kiwis put some real men in charge, like the great, late Sir Peter Blake, and finally won it fair and square (and completely dominated) in 1995. New Zealand also became the first country to successfully defend the Cup in 1999 but lost it in spectacular fashion in 2003 to those denizens of the sea, the Swiss (actually, just a Swiss billionaire who hired away New Zealand's legendary skipper and tactician).

The races began last Monday and the challengers (11 in all) are fighting it out to see who will sail against the Swiss in June for the Cup itself. The challenger series is called the Louis Vuitton Cup and is being contested in Valencia, Spain (the Deed of Gift says that the races have to be in the ocean, not a lake, so the Swiss can't host it at home). The big problem has been lack of wind--there have only been 1 1/2 race days out of seven due to lower than average temperatures in Spain short-circuiting the famed Valencian sea breeze (where is global warming when you need it?). My team is BMWOracle, the sole American syndicate, because, well, that's just where the Cup belongs. Plus, they are sailing under the burgee of the Golden Gate Yacht Club and intend to defend the cup on San Francisco Bay if they win it, which would be incredible. The Cup is once again rife with drama and intrigue and personalities (it wouldn't be the America's Cup if it weren't). Some are saying that the defenders chose Valencia over Marseilles, Lisbon, and Naples because the breeze isn't as consistent in April/May, thus giving the challengers fits and compressing the schedule. A compressed schedule ultimately means that the challenger will not have the time required to make necessary tweaks to their boats after the LV cup to make them faster, giving the Swiss an advantage. BMWOracle has a brand new boat that it never raced before until the LV cup started, so the potential difference could be huge. There has also been speculation that has built to a fevered pitch that the Swiss have a canting keel, which is totally against the rules, but everyone is paranoid that they have found a way to legally do it. If so, it's the kind of breakthrough that would render the race uncompetitive (which is why it's against the rules).

The Cup has evolved into an amazing spectacle with boats that are so close in speed, that crew, tactics, and program have just as much importance as the boat you're in, and that's good for the event. On the right you'll see the rss feed from the BMWOracle blog and here is the main website of the regatta. Give it a look, pray to Aeolus for some wind, and root on USA 98!

Saturday, April 21, 2007

The artists find another template...

Most afternoons when the weather is good the boys play outside in the backyard. Once in a while Liz will let them get the sidewalk chalk out and draw on the basketball court. On Friday Charles spent more time out there than usual and seemed to be very involved in what he was doing. After a while, he came up to the porch with his clothes covered in chalk dust, beaming, and said, "Daddy, come look what I made!" I walked out to find the entire alphabet written on the basketball court. Charles proudly said, "I did them in block letters." Here are some pics--you may need to click on them for the larger version to see the artwork.


The proud artist and his fearless assitant.


Charles posing with his masterpiece. He also said "I drew a hopscotch too. Can you jump it?" I politely declined. By the way, we've never discussed hopscotch before (they are boys, after all). From what we know, he saw it once on Little Bear (Warning before you click, Little Bear can be a brat, and the show makes me want to poke my eyes out).


Another shot of the boys on their canvas.

Tori enjoying the sunshine. She is a very happy baby lately, but especially when she gets to go outside.

One more of Tori on the deck. You can even see the little artists hard at work in the background.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

creative minds

This morning as I was lying in bed, trying to sleep just a little longer until Tori woke up, I heard Charles and Joey playing as usual in the wee hours of the morning (they often wake up before the sun shines). In my half awake-half asleep state, I heard one of them mention soap. I then fell back to sleep and had a dream about cleaning our carpet with soap. Well, later that morning, while I was helping the boys get ready for the day, I saw that their bathroom window had designs and some letters written on it. I then realized what was going on with the soap earlier that morning. I am glad to see that they are practicing their writing skills and being creative about it.


Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Garden Update

Tonight we took some pictures of the garden. We are amazed that it has endured no less than three torrential storms, including one with below freezing temperatures, sleet and hail.


The proud gardener.


Charles also planted some radish seeds last fall that just ripened after sitting dormant all winter. We harvested this one, washed it, and cut it in half for the boys to share. They both said they liked the raw radish, but their faces looked completely grossed out. When I asked if they wanted another one, Charles said "no thanks," and Joey said "that's too spicy."


Here is a picture of the verbena in the backyard. It too went dormant for a while and we weren't sure if it would come back, but it's already bigger than it was last year.


Tori was enjoying being outside with us for the photo session.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Happy Easter

We wish all of you a very Happy Easter. Here are a few pictures of the kids today after church.




The Wheelers came over from Houston for the weekend and the kids all had a blast playing together. We also went to the Spurs 5K on Saturday, even though it was in the 30's and raining. Greg and Jessica did great, as usual. Jessica won her age group by more than 3 minutes and Greg placed 2nd in his. I did okay--26:30--just about the same as the last two races I've run in the past 3 weeks. I was even excited to have a relatively flat course after two races in the hills of San Antonio and New Braunfels, but hadn't accounted for the terrible weather and biting cold (the reading at race time was "36 degrees, feels lik 28"). Here is a link to the race results. For the previous races, go here and here. (On that last one, I was in the "Clydesdale" division, which I think is a nice way of saying the "fat guys" division).

Also, here's a quick story on the Kinderschuhe 5K in New Braunfels last month. Charles and Joey both ran the kids 1/2 K after my race. It was their first race and they even got new "real running shoes," as they call them. In fact, on the way home from Academy Sports, Charles kept saying "my shoes look FAST," while Joey kept saying "I LOVE my new running shoes" and hugging the box. They were counting down the days to the race all week, with Charles asking about all the relative ages of the 1/2 K runners to figure out who he might be able to beat, while Joey just kept saying "I'm going to run past EVERYONE and WIN!" When the time finally came and the gun went off, Joey took off with perfect form.




I was trying to stay somewhat between him and Charles, who was running well while enjoying the scenery.



As we were jogging, I noticed the "mascot" the race organizers decided to have for the kids, which from what I could tell, was a guy in a very scary bear mask and claw gloves. Seriously, whose idea was this?


Anyway, the Bear was jogging right in front of us and suddenly turned around to find some more kids to encourage (or terrorize). Joey was running hard with his head down and looked up at the last minute to see the bear standing there with outstretched arms. Of course, Joey stopped, stumbled back, and yelped all at the same time. I had just caught back up to him and tried to grab his arm and just as I was catching him he stumbled again. I grabbed him for a second, then lost his hand, and he fell backwards and knocked his head HARD on the pavement. The bear covered his mouth, then his ears, then shrugged and moved on to the other kids (thanks a lot, idiot). I picked Joey up, inspected him for damage, and then tried to talk him into running the rest of the race. He cried and cried and we walked most of the way while Charles jumped through the puddles on the course. Finally, with about 50 yards to go Joey said "I wanna run again!" So I put him down and he was off like a shot toward the very official looking finish line. Again faced with a gap between the boys I tried to encourage Charles to actually RUN, but when I saw Joey going faster and faster I decided to take off and catch up to him for the finish. As soon as I pulled away from Charles, I heard him yell "NO DADDYYYY I CAN'T KEEP UP WITH YOUUUUU!!!" I ran across the line with Joey, turned around to find Charles, and together with about 50 people watched him sulk across the finish line crying.


So in other words, it was a great first experience for the boys. Actually, despite it seeming like a disaster to Liz and I, the boys really did have fun and want to do it again, and we're not about to disagree with them.
P.S. The photos from the race are proofs from the photographer's website, where you can see all the pictures from the race and order them online. Here is the link.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Spring Time in Texas

I am so excited that spring is here. It is one of my favorite seasons. This will be our second spring here and I have learned that there are some good things and some bad things about spring time in Texas.

Last night we saw one of my favorite little creatures come out after winter hibernation. The gecko was on our screen sizing up a huge June bug. I think he decided it was a little to big for him to eat.

I quickly learned last spring that mosquitos are very sneaky around here. They will be on you and biting you before you know it. You don't hear their high pitched buzz and often don't even see them land on you. The boys came in from playing yesterday and had bites all over them. Another thing about the mosquitos here, they are out 24 hours a day.

Another menace is the fire ants. You need to be very careful where you step or put your hands. If it happens to be on a fire ant hole or mound then you will quickly be attacked by these tiny insects with very strong jaws and a burning bite. It is not fun believe me.

Another thing that I just love is the beautiful wildflowers that are popping up everywhere. I just love wildflowers and Texas has given me quite the show.


Monday, April 02, 2007

"A Pirate's Life For Me"

The kids got a great package from grandma and grandpa Kewish the other day full of pirate stuff. Since they really believe they are pirates, it didn't take much convincing for them to dress up. Even Tori was a good sport.