Friday, November 16, 2007

BioShock - Xbox 360

BioShock offers simple moral choices and a character and weapon enhancement system that bears comparison to Deus Ex. It adds a survival-horror theme and buckets of style - the use of (fore)shadow and sound is wonderful. The score is also fantastic and available to download.

Fortunately, BioShock doesn't (always) take itself too seriously. It boasts some truly cheap (but great) scarey moments. Prepare to be shocked, scream, shoot/swing/zap wildly, scream again then laugh (perhaps a little nervously) while you wipe the sweat from your brow and prepare for the next "surprise".

Creepiness comes in waves. Just when you think you're numb to the violent despair of Rapture, yet another superbly disturbed character is introduced and tips you over the edge again. (Sander Cohen's ode to rabbits anyone?!!). Juxtaposition is used to great effect. Classical music and crazed killers? Got it. Horrifying brutality followed by heartfelt sentimentality? Done and done.

I stuck to my guns and only played this game alone, in the dark, wearing headphones - I recommend the experience. ;-) Would you kindly go and get a copy?

PS In spite of early promise, the critics' consensus is that the Xbox 360 version port of Two Worlds sucks. Also, Assassin's Creed's review scores are suspiciously varied but after reading Gabe's reasoning, I caved and bought a copy. More at a later date...

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Beowulf - movie

After catching glimpses of the standard definition TV commercials, I didn't realize Beowulf was a CG movie. It was a lot more obvious in IMAX 3D...The characters look like Anthony Hopkins, John Malkovich and co. but they are not. Beowulf breaks new ground in the Uncanny Valley and boasts some truly awful horseback sequences. Ever dreamed of seeing norsemen riding Shrek's Donkey? - your fantasy has been realized.

Beowulf attempts to capitalize on the western, homo-erotic, macho violence market - it is successful to a point but 300 does a better job (at least in this author's opinion)...The film storyline runs fairly true to the source material which is to say it still falls down badly near the end. :P Having said that, the movie twist on traditional events and motives actually works quite well.

The martial score for the opening credits gets the blood flowing, ready to be spilled, and the theme is repeated at intervals. Unfortunately the credits close with a drippy, sappy, soppy, saccharine vocal track (Robin Wright Penn's minimalist version is not bad), searing an unpleasant aftertaste into an already confused palate.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

San Francisco Triathlon - Nov 10th 2007

The San Francisco Triathlon (at Treasure Island) has not had an easy ride. Several years ago, the original bike course was shortened to avoid Yerba Buena Island due to construction on the Bay Bridge - the number of bike laps increased from four to six. The bike course also suffers from the general lack of maintenance of Treasure Island facilities. This year, it was changed to avoid a (frequently) flooded section of road and a burned-out building. Also in 2007, the run course was modified to avoid "hazardous waste" at the north end of the loop - required run laps increased from two to three. Then on Wednesday November 7th, disaster struck the Bay Area - a ship collided with the Bay Bridge, resulting in a 58,000 gallon oil spill. The swim leg of the triathlon was canceled...

The number of amateur finishers has dropped consistently (2003 - 1175, 2004 - 977, 2005 - 737, 2006 - 653, 2007 - 496). Team In Training is also losing interest - five teams participated in 2006, but only two in 2007. In 2008 the Marin County Triathlon will compete for Bay Area triathletes' time and cash. The Treasure Island triathlon has been re-branded to use the "San Francisco" name but will that be enough?

Swim (canceled): Unable to recall the last time he was in a swim pool, yours truly was a little relieved by this development (if not the awful circumstances). It also took the pressure off having to beat past years' results. Work related travel was unrelenting for the prior 2-3 months leaving only (tired) weekends for training time. (If the swim had taken place, this would have been my tenth triathlon).

T1: In the excitement of running without a wetsuit I missed my transition spot and had to backtrack...noob...

Bike: Keith Manson flagged me down in the middle of the bike leg. He needed a carbon dioxide cartridge after being lucky enough to get two flats while going uphill. My left calf locked up when I remounted to continue the climb. Fun. :-) On the final lap my right calf took its turn. I was fortunate - the cramps were relatively short-lived in both cases.

Run: A caffeinated goo experiment seemed to pay dividends. I dosed myself three miles in and then caught and passed some guys who had overtaken me during the first half of the run.

My bib number was 209.

Results: overall, age group.

Photos:
PS One of the many reasons people raise money and compete for Team In Training; Maya, one of our team Honorees and greatest supporters.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

We have the biggest party evah!

Both Justice and Digitalism recently redeemed their Coachllea 2007 performances with shows at San Francisco's Mezzanine.

Perfectly synchronized head bopping and "Genesis" kicked off off Justice' set and was welcomed by an unusually animated, drunk and rowdy midweek San Francisco student crowd. Digitalism's thumping set was backed by slick visuals.

Supporting Justice, Midnight Juggernauts also impressed. Miami Horror pumped fans before Digitalism took the stage.

The recorded vocals for both Midnight Juggernauts and Digitalism are a lot more polished but the live energy more than makes up for it.

The Polyphonic Spree's twenty-plus strong "army" graced The Fillmore on Halloween and blew costumed minds. Their choral section is still a wonder to behold too. :-)

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Water quality websites - San Francisco

San Francisco Public Utilities Commission and Earth 911 post water quality reports for San Francisco open water swim locations such as Aquatic Park.

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Big Kahuna - September 9th 2007

"Preparedness makes us powerful..." - The Prodigy, The Fat of the Land.

"Pride goes before a fall." - ancient Hebrew proverb.

Big Kahuna was my first official triathlon and marked the end of my first Team In Training season in 2005. In that race, we swam only on the south side of the Santa Cruz pier instead of around it (due to pollution/algae growth) and one of my aerobars came loose and became unusable during the bike ride. I hoped to avoid such problems at this attempt, but as this season has taught me, anything can happen...

My preparation was less than stellar. I managed to avoid boozing during a trip to Ireland and London two weeks before the race date (apologies folks!) and do some running while I was there. However I could not shake a head cold (or maybe allergy symptoms) that returned after my visit to Folsom, my local pool was closed the preceding week and my last bike ride was three weeks before the race...It is also definitely not recommended practice to attend (and stand/dance at) a 4+ hour long concert, about 24 hours before a half ironman. But enough whining - I was lucky to be able to race at all. Three of our five person group were forced to drop out due to illness/injury, some of the folks who raced were fighting cancer and there was even a blind competitor.


Swim: I got into the athlete corral early which allowed me to get a prime spot on the start line (sharing bouy navigation thoughts with Michellie Jones, "the winningest triathlete in history"!). My entry into the water was pretty clean (Santa Cruz beach is a little shallow in spots so avoiding bumping or scraping on that first dive is important - if you pause, someone will charge over you). After I eased off and the Elites cruised by, I felt reasonnably comfortable. The overcast morning helped sighting as did the pier; it's tough to miss. :-) I decided to stick to my own route rather than try to draft with the pack (which, as ever, was not taking a straight line to each buoy...). The tide was coming in but there was little surf so exit to the beach was straightforward.

T1: was okay. Stripping off my wetsuit as soon as I cleared the beach, before the 'suit got a chance to dry, worked out but I might have been quicker, running without my arms full.

Bike: As triathlon distances increase, the bike section becomes progressively more important. It's the longest portion of the event (both in distance and in terms of time spent) and no matter how strong a runner you are, if your legs are done after the bike, then so is your race.

I felt okay for about the first quarter of the bike segment but I was progressively less comfortable as I approached the turnaround (I reached it in about 80 minutes). After I turned for home my legs just gave up; I could no longer stay in the aero position and my shifting and pace maintenance fell apart.

The bike course was made slightly more pleasant by Elite competitor and age group winner, Lesley Paterson, and her roving supporter. We leapfrogged several times before she left me for dead on a(nother) climb. :-)

A dumb nutrition mistake was to put an ice pack in the same container as my energy gels. Congealed sugary lumps do not a gourmet meal make.

T2: was quick. Getting a "first come first served" spot at 5am paid dividends (and made up for needing to re-apply sunscreen...).

Run: If I had been able to maintain my Big Kahuna 2005 pace (which was my first race after breaking my leg - I missed most of run workouts that season) I would have finished about five minutes faster. Even my Wildflower 2007 run split was better and that course is much hillier, was hotter and I was out on the bike course for nearly an hour longer! At Big Kahuna this time, my legs just didn't have enough left, and mentally I was already beating myself up for my self-imposed handicaps. I walked every aid station and much of the course in between, especially on the return leg.

This race served as a stark reminder that neither gear nor experience trump training and preparation, that half ironman triathlon is an entirely different prospect to Olympic distance racing and that the biggest obstacle to overcome is always that person in the mirror. (Common sense might scream all this but arrogance can cloud good judgment).

I need to start weight lifting and making brick workouts a regular part of my bike routine (and I need to have a "bike routine"). Trying caffeinated gels (if I can find a flavor I like) is required research. I should also consider a heart rate monitor and bike speedometer - I don't think I'm good enough at racing based on "how I feel". A more comfortable saddle might be a worthwhile investment too.


Results: overall, age group. My bib number was 676 (even though it's not listed...)

Official photos: start (Michellie and I on right side), all.


PS Apologies if this post is a even more self centered and introspective than normal. When cocky-Luke returns to read this later, I need him to remember how this went down and learn from his mistakes.

PPS In 2005 about 580 people completed Big Kahuna. The 2007 results list 815 finishers. 40% growth in two years ain't bad!

Friday, September 7, 2007

Underworld, Oakenfold. Sept 7th, Warfield.

I saw Paul Oakenfold at 1015 on July 3rd and was reasonably impressed by some of his tunes (I really like some of his recorded material). This time, his set ran for almost 90 minutes and was almost exclusively ambient trance; at least that's my pigeonhole term for the lyric-less, lackluster sounds that nobody danced to. I wasn't enamored either...

Oakenfold was accompanied by visuals from Perfecto. They seem to have one idea - take a woman (big fake boobs optional) and stick a camera on her while she wears a ridiculous outfit and maybe jiggles around a little. Cool. Not.

I listened to the guys standing next to me bitch about how crap Oakenfold was until about 10:30pm. Then Underworld arrived. They brought something they call "Rez" and lights...that strobed.

Having never seen Underworld live before, what immediately struck me is that Karl Hyde and Rick Smith are old, white dorks. This is not uncommon for electronica artists but dorks or not, Underworld kicked ass and performed for two hours not including any encores (which I didn't stick around for because of this).

PS I still don't understand what all the fuss is about "Born Slippy".