KRAC Blog

I don't want to have to leave the US, but if I had to do the expat thing I have a plan. Canada isn't really my top choice, but they keep making it more tempting. I might pack up and move if they elected Ken Dryden Prime Minister, though. How cool would that be? We'd have to elect Reggie Jackson to top it

Went out and did a pokey four yesterday at lunch. A and the daughters were out last night, so I watched "Without Limits", a Steve Prefontaine biopic that I'd put on the Netflix que, and which was received with howls from my family when it showed up in the mailbox. As a psych-up it was pretty good, but what surprised me was that it worked really well as a movie. What really impressed me was that they managed to capture the tactics and the drama of 5K on the track. Robert Towne wrote and directed, Donald Sutherland played Bill Bowerman. Pre is an interesting figure: a fourth place record in the Munich Olympics, but a runner that people still remember well enough that Nike put out a line named for him this year. Recommended, notwithstanding my family's scorn.

The Panflute Van hears Dave's cry, and rides to the rescue.

Another brilliant athletic career stuck down by the scourge of gout: via (Southern) Cross Words we learn that the Socceroos defeat by Italy can be attributed in part to the absence of striker Harry Kewell due to a gout attack. When they have the benifit race for Gout research in New South Wales the tee shirt will have a kangaroo with it's foot on a hassock, drinking a Fosters.

What amazes me is that he can run so fast, and still look like something out of "Night of the Living Dead". Here's Dave, checking to see if he has a pulse.

Strobe photography was developed in order to answer a question that had plagued sportsmen: is there a moment when a race horse has all four feet off the ground? Now we know.

Speaking of George Romero movies....

60 people try to sing "Yesterday". Starts out funny, becomes weirdly pretty, stays funny. From Salon's "Audiofile", which is interesting almost every day.

The photographs from the Buffalo Half Marathon are harder to crack into this year-- c'mon Brightroom, we always buy 'em. Let us post them too.

Mine are gory, Tom appears to be levitating, Jim is MIA, and I'm saving my Dave material. I will find a way to crack Brightroom, and I'm not giving up the punchlines until I do.

In a way, it's lucky that I can't crack 'em just now: I like Cathy C.'s, but who needs the pummeling I'd get for posting them?