Showing posts with label statistics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label statistics. Show all posts

Monday, January 25, 2016

La Loche


I tried to have a good as a weekend as I could, given the horrible events in this province that happened recently. It’s not an incident I want to make a special effort to remember; yet it is one that simply can’t be ignored . . .

This province is a place that’s normally so obscure to most of the rest this globe: except to those who were part of the diaspora of leaving here for grander opportunities, or who still have family settled and rooted here. Lately, there has been a terrible light that has been shone upon us. For those of us who live in this province, which few people on this globe can pronounce, or would care to otherwise bother to find on a map, it’s a spotlight shining most unfavourably, on a remote place with little of anything redeeming to offset its reputation of being a rough spot to live in this province. We are (were) an ordinarily peaceful region in comparison to the rest of the world. Now however, we are no longer exempt from the list of places where violent shooting rampages can possibly occur. Now, a signal of further collapse towards the dark side of humanity in the northern communities and the first nations’ reserve lands is beckoning. This recent result: four dead, several others seriously injured. It’s a harsh glimpse into a community where society is already close-knit yet fragile, where families are already shattered with higher than average rates of poverty, unemployment, addictions, and suicides. Its isolation and lack of basic amenities and services don’t help either, nor does the clash of cultures, or having a provincial government who is largely dismissive of having mental healthcare, or even healthcare in general, accessible to its citizens; doing what it is doing to dissolve more of what little there is available already. It occurred at a time of year when the trough of wintertime depression is the deepest for most. There simply was less chance and resources for adequate intervention and prevention for things like what happened in La Loche recently. Most people are shocked, saddened, and angered about what happened there. As for me, after considering all the factors at play, it was no longer a question of if things like this could happen there, but a question of when and how severely the outcome would be.
Whether this all stemmed from long term recurring generational community strife and social problems, or simply is a punctuation of this script as a volatile short term mental derangement of one individual is debatable. There are not enough things yet released in the news suggesting how this storm of rampant untamed violence ultimately erupted. All we know for now is that it was a male young offender who did this, meaning under the Young Offenders Act of Canadian law, his name won’t be released to the public. The exact factors, precursors, and triggers of the events in this town will remain in question, as will the more detailed psychiatric profile of the perpetrator. There was some suggestion of bullying going on. As much as I can empathize with that young man given his age for struggling to deal with such an issue, I certainly don’t condone his chosen course of action to deal with it.
Mass shootings were once thought be limited mostly to the domain of that crazy nation downstairs*, with their psychotic fascination and promotion of gun culture, the ridiculous interpretations of their constitution’s second amendment, and the more relaxed regulations for firearm ownership and types of weapons one can own. Now, this insidious trend is appearing in other normally peaceful and civilized nations and societies, albeit (thankfully) in a less frequent degree. Norway, Sweden, Finland have suffered such tragedies in the past decade. Paris France, of course, is still a salient memory. Australia had the Port Arthur incident in the 90’s. Quebec (like École Polytechnique) and Alberta (Taber) are the other provinces in this nation to have had gunmen charging into schools and opening fire.
I can only imagine the sorrow and mood in such a community that has been unwillingly thrust by these circumstances into the view and focus of the whole nation, and to the rest of the world with Prime Minister Justin Trudeau’s announcement of the tragedy in such an international forum like Davos, Switzerland. It’s moment of infamy that won’t ever be erased from the hearts and memories of those who were families and neighbours to the slain and wounded victims. Two teachers were lost, in a place with already precious few positive engaging role models who could have benefited that community. I hope the survivors get the support they need somehow; no simple bandage of financial support is going to make this nightmare go away for them, or reform an already shattered community.

*- To date, the first 25 days of this year of 2016, at this moment, the United States alone has had 786 recorded deaths by guns. That already amounts to more than half of all the gun deaths that occur in Canada for an entire year (an average of roughly 1300 for the past 25 years, according to Statistics Canada). Statistically, you are more likely to be shot to death in the United States than you are to die in a car accident in Canada.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Sochi Games Winding Down/Rosling's Stats

Throughout the past week, I began some more intensive training with my running and skiing*, and I resumed walking to work, more to get my breathing and heart rate adjusted than anything else. Watching the Winter Olympics has been somewhat inspirational in making me continue with this stuff; it's also the only thing going on now that's making this bitter stretch of this wretched season tolerable. But now, I'm relegated to sit still and rest my back and bones from all the activity. I'm dividing my attention between the highlights at Sochi, and writing here. I'm being captivated in watching the finals** in both curling and hockey.

I'm happy to report that the final round in men's hockey for the gold medal will be between Canada and Sweden. It's unfortunate that we couldn't play the Russians for all the marbles in hockey for these Olympics, but this is the next best thing. If we are destined to win the gold medal . . . super. However, if we end up with silver, our loss would at least be to opponents from a nation of decent and honourable sportsmen, and there would be no shame in that. The upcoming game brings me to thinking about the work I've been following of another Swede, who is quickly becoming one of my favourite intellectual heroes. He is a statistician of all things. I'll get to talking about him in a minute.

On Monday of this week it was Family Day in this and other provinces. It's still a new enough holiday such that there really is no common socially established traditions for it yet. A holiday with the title of Family Day is just yet one more date for labeling, separating and isolating those who are alone without families, or with limited social networks; which follows close behind the other day of singles alienation called Valentine's Day, in the middle of the month where people are already at their wits end with dealing with winter here. With the subject of families in mind, and given that I'm in more of a global thinking state of mind as I watch the Olympics, I've been giving thought to the common factor of what all families globally are doing on this Earth: contributing to a human population growth in which this planet is becoming less and less capable of sustaining given the current rate and degree of our consumption and waste*** of energy, food, water, and the environmental destruction from it all. I could have found it easy to get even more depressed and pessimistic about the future when dwelling on all of this, but then I found out about the research of Professor Rosling.

I recently discovered Hans Rosling through the TED talks. He is a guy who has made statistics look like fun, if that's at all possible. He has also gives a bit of optimism in the presentations he makes in regards to what may come ahead as "peak child" as a result of improving global healthcare, and the ending of extreme poverty. The consequence of less poverty and more investment into health and education in developing countries is that we will be reaching a limit of where more humans are being put on this Earth.

What is even more impressive is his founding of the website Gapminder (www.gapminder.org)
and the interactivity of the informatics graphs that are there. The documentaries are interesting too. I could waste an entire week making cross-comparisons and correlations with these tools he provided. I think you'll like the TED video provided below. If this world had more teachers influencing governments like this magnificent Swedish professor I think the world would be a much better place.



*- I don`t think any of the classic cross-country skiers in Sochi have anything to worry about from me breaking any of their records
**- I just watched the Finns crush the Americans 5 to 0, playing for the bronze medal. For this round, I was cheering for Team Finland. Suomi! Suomi! Suomi! I'm doing so not so much to be spiteful to the USA, but more for the fact that I want to see something happen that will make some Finnish people actually get emotional and smile.
***- The exorbitant cost of 52 billion dollars used to create the lodgings, venues and to host these Winter Olympics triggered the thoughts of corrupt use of energy and resources, mismanaged funding, and wasteful inefficiency.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Reformatting, Re-Thinking Singlehood

    The weather continues to be inclement, out of phase with my time off, and less than ideal for doing any skiing. It's been close to -40 outside with the wind chill factor this morning, and it's not going to change into anything much better throughout the day. I do welcome the chance to sit down and relax for a change. I've exhausted myself during my "days off", using all my valuable daylight hours for running around doing shopping for necessities, home upkeep projects, and cleaning. One of the very long tasks between household chores was updating my laptop's operating system. This is the first chance I've had to explore and play around on it.

    
    My office whiteboard. Some days, it's like a big, ugly,
    overbearing, 2-dimensional 'wife': always looming and nagging
     non-stop at me with reminders and "honey do" lists
    This is my first entry made with using Windows 8. So far, I'm both impressed and overwhelmed with the functionality and the new dimensions of accessibility with the apps available. It's somewhat more user friendly for a laptop track pad than Windows 7 was. The only thing that annoys me about it is the slow start up time, and getting the "corner" features to pop up properly. I only installed it on my laptop. I'm doubting if it would be worth the time and effort to stick it on my aging desktop unit: I'll be replacing or eliminating that thing entirely before wasting time doing any more hard/software upgrades on it.
The other leisurely thing I did today was peruse this weekend's edition of the Sunday Phoenix. The article that captured my attention was a cover story about singlehood. I used to be down about being single earlier in my life, but now after some time and seeing a few more of the dynamics of other people, and big mistakes I would have avoided, I'm all the more happier about being so, or at least making a better peace about it. It's now comforting to know that I'm not truly such an oddball after all: preferring not to be burdened with marriage. I'm just one who is hip with the growing trend of the times. I was dumbstruck to read that 40% of the population of Montreal lives as singles, and the city of Stockholm has 60% of its people living alone. The social trend of single living is so common and prevalent there that their government is accommodating for it by building places equipped with single suites with communal kitchens and laundries. It kind of makes me even more curious and wanting to visit Sweden. Maybe I'd feel a little more normal and accepted there. Even though the thought of sharing my kitchen with someone else is irksome to me, depriving me of more of a sense of "home space"; perhaps infringing on my sense of order and privacy*, I'd still like to observe how the model of this type of living situation actually functions. If it indeed works, it would be something that should be opted here for sharing with the workplace as it is now, in terms of something both accessible and practical.

My laptop. The sweet little mistress, who's trying on a sexy
little update, who's tempting me to do all sorts of fun and naughty
things with her. Definitely more fun than the whiteboard.
It's shameful to say that I still find too many stupid people around here who treat me like a friggin' anomaly or outcast, because I'm not, nor have ever been, "fortunate" enough to be permanently partnered with someone. I'll even dare to go so far to say, to some degree, that there is even prejudice and bigotry working against me. The worst judgements, criticisms, and reactions, I find, are made by people who (typically):
  • have been married longer than they have been single
  • who don't know anything else but to be coupled, or a parent of children
  • were too coddled, smothered and spoiled themselves as children, and constantly dependant on a parent or other authority figure
  • don't know how to enjoy their own solitude, and instead have a strong need to wiggle into the lives of other people, and usually/eventually end up being an obnoxious pain in the ass to others around them
  • are too delusional to know when their own marriage/relationship isn't working for them, and still keep whipping that dead horse rather than trying to find a sensible way to settle things with better options of counselling, separation, or divorce
  • are ultra-religious or ethno-centric idiots who think it's some duty and obligation to marry, rather than daring to even think of it as being a choice. The last person who cast such a judgement on me was an immigrant from another culture where arranged marriages** are the rule rather than the exception. Once they learned my status, being at my age, they looked at me aghast, like I was some freak of nature that shouldn't even be alive.
  • are otherwise, I would guess by their attitude and behaviour, just too goddamned stupid to know how to live on their own independently.

    Totally unrelated bit of stuff here. . . It's the Cool Infographic of the Day: Nation Population/Migration Chart. It's only here because I'm a nerd for international demographics. Given what I just mentioned, I might someday be registered as one of those skinny little lines flowing from Canada to Sweden.
    *- To have such insecurity and angst about losing these things has probably been already rendered pointless. Swedish companies, like IKEA, have no doubt foresaw this trend coming already through their research, and probably have been at the forefront of pre-designing everything accordingly for it for the rest of the century in terms of architecture, environment, furnishings, and decorum.
    **-.Domestic violence statistics show cultures with arranged marriages as having some of the highest rates of spousal abuse. There is no arguing with me (one who has worked in a sexual assault and crisis centre) about this.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Black Friday/Buy Nothing Day

Today was payday, and a day off. A typical kind of day where I devote a bit of my morning to tabulate my budget and pay my bills. Just for shits and giggles; just to force myself to think outside the box a bit, I performed the whole operation with one of my desk toys: a Chinese abacus. I sometimes use it for place holding numbers when I don't have a pen handy.* Most of the time though, it's just a fidgeting toy that I use when I'm lost in contemplation, like some sort of more scientific form of rosary beads. I suppose I keep it around as a reminder that sometimes solutions to majorly complicated problems can be found by using and focusing on the simplest of things.
An interesting bit of math trivia: if you used an average of one
 second to move the counters, non-stop, on a 13 column abacus,
like this one, to represent each and all of the total possible counter
 positions, just once, it would take 659,839,939 years to do it.
(. . . and no, I didn't calculate all that using this thing.)
Noting what today was, I couldn't help but to assume that budgeting and bill paying are the complete opposite things of what many of the Americans are doing right now, that is going overboard and getting deeper in debt with manic episodes of shopping. That is, today is also Black Friday, the day when the neighbours to the south go berserk and stampede into shopping malls in a greed driven frenzy. Reading an article about it in a complimentary issue of today's issue of The Globe and Mail prompted me a little more to look into this phenomenon, of how the cross-border shopping is impacting Canadian retailers. To be honest: either probably because I'm that disinterested in shopping, or I'm that indifferent or oblivious to the traditions of American holidays, I never even heard of the phenomenon of Black Friday until relatively recently in my life, probably about five years ago. That seems to be when Canadian news media started to shine more of a spotlight on this insanity. Now, there are even Black Friday sales here in Canada at this week of the year, despite the fact that our Thanksgiving Day is in October.** I notice "Cyber Monday" is becoming a bigger hyped-up deal here each year, to get supposedly big savings, with an adequate window of processing/shipping time before Christmas for online purchases of material items made at some domestic and US vendors. I've included this Wikipedia link about it, which better explains the how and why Canada's burgeoning involvement with this retail world wildness. What floors me about the figures in the table lower on this page, just before the references, is just the ever rising Total Billions Spent after the year of the big American financial crisis. All the news during the years of record high home foreclosures, and personal bankruptcies, and the consequences of being overburdened with debt didn't apparently sink in with the American consumers around holiday time. 
 
It's a ridiculous time of year when I hear the odd story about how many people got trampled to death down there when crowds charge at the doors when the malls and stores open for it. I'm sure I'll hear the other odd report about how many morons died of exposure because they had a tent pitched and camped outside a store two days in advance of its opening. I'm not at all sympathetic to such people. If they are that idiotic to allow themselves to forsake their own safety to get a discount iPad or a cheap pair of designer shoes, and willingly be at the wrong place at the wrong time, I say screw'em. That's just Darwinism doing its thing. I really won't shed any tears about there being a few less idiots, and greedy shitheads walking the face of this Earth. The topic of Black Friday only jolted some interest and concern in me because my parents are on a holiday tour in the United States right now. I'm hoping that they, and their tour group, had some good sense to steer clear of the insanity in their shopping malls down there today. Businesses and corporations control most of the mainstream news of course, so sure there is a lot of media hype about Black Friday on the business perspective to make the year end sound positive, but we sure as hell don't hear much about the following reality of "In-the-Red January" from the consumer end of the deal in the news.
 
My fourth Friday (or whole weekend) of November tradition is coming to be "Buy Nothing Day", an idea promoted by Adbusters magazine, to use it for anything else besides shopping and needless consumption, and to stop business/corporate control of the holidays. I'm also not keen on being part of the hyped up madness of Boxing Day sales: the Canadian equivalent to Black Friday. That leads to the question, what can one do to get into the spirit of the season, without spending money on anything? I thought of these things as answers to give:
 
  • Make an appointment to donate blood/platelets: A way to be charitable without giving money. Go to your Canadian Blood Services clinic(or your nation's respective agency clinic for blood donations). If you never have done it before, at least get tested for eligibility. Everyone has it, everyone needs it. The best gift you may be able to provide is to help someone else survive to see another Christmas.***
  • Sort through closets/drawers; donate clothing and other articles to good will charities and agencies: The thought of irony that really disgusts me is knowing that there were probably some Americans, perhaps during some moment in prayer with their families, who were stating how thankful they were for whatever type of abundance they have during their Thanksgiving dinner; who now a day later, some of these same people became part of the stampeding hordes of assholes who would trample over someone else to get through a WalMart entrance somewhere to buy more shit to hoard. That seems pretty insincere to me. If you are really that fortunate and secure with your so-called abundance, you wouldn't need to walk over somebody's face to get some cheap piece of crap made in a sweatshop. How greedy can you get? Abundance means you don't have to charge out anywhere to fetch something in near panic mode. Abundance means having more than you actually need. Sort through your crap to know just how much you do really have; if you've outgrown it or neglected it too often, just give it away.
  • Turn off your TV, or else make an effort to watch commercials conscientiously: If you choose to watch TV, take a count of exactly how many commercials you viewed, note what the products are, think about how much money you would have to spend that day if you absolutely had to buy each and every one of those products that was pitched to you. Think about how many hours of work and financing that it would really require to both acquire and maintain the product. Ask yourself, "Is this thing really going to make me a better person?", and "What can I do/use instead of that is cheaper, costs nothing?" The outcome of this exercise should hopefully make you angry with allowing yourself to be a tool, and for being dazzled by so much magic in advertising, and this meme-warfare that you are being subjected to every day.
  • Walk/Run/Move Your Ass: Start making an effort to take off more pounds during the season than the ones you'll be gaining with all the treats and parties between now and the end of the year. Move around six days a week, binge a bit on the seventh. I didn't say that you can't enjoy the parties, you'd just have to work for them. If you do a well enough job keeping the lard off before New Year's Day, you should have an easier time committing to your resolution after Jan 1st. Don't you think that one reason people are buying clothing so often, is because of exponential weight gains due to inactivity and overeating. Take measures to make it less likely to happen.
  • Sit down and make a budget: Make a plan to pay off bills and any other debts you may already have, and live within your means. You don't have get too crazy by using an abacus to do it. Small steps are better than no steps, or totally veering off wildly in the opposite direction.
 “The safe way to double your money is to fold it over once and put it in your pocket.”- Kim Hubbard
All this stuff that I mentioned could easily keep me occupied throughout the course of Buy Nothing Day. Happy non-shopping everyone!

*- Which is surprisingly often. I use a pen so seldom in my office now that when I do find one, usually while I'm on the phone, more often than not, the ink is dried up in it. An abacus needs no power, and no ink refills.
**- Better now than in October. Out of respect to the veterans, I absolutely refuse to put up Christmas decorations, or even consider holiday shopping before/during Remembrance Day.
***-Another thing that peeves me: hearing a person who talks about, or has actually endured, being poked enough with a needle to be decorated with tattoos and piercings, but admits to me that they would never attempt to donate blood. That's a true sign of a person being shamelessly selfish.
   
 

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Early Snow, Combo-Abundance, and the Hell of Clothes Shopping

As I mentioned in one of my postings, I'm finding it a bit of a downer after the dump of snow we received a couple days ago; knowing that if it remained until spring thaw, we would be having nine more weeks of snow coverage compared to last winter, when we didn't get a lasting snow until sometime between Christmas and New Year's Day. Of course last year was an abnormal winter in its lateness, just as this year is abnormal in its earliness. Nature, I guess, is just balancing itself out. Normally, for this region in Canada, the snow that lasts through all the winter season arrives in mid-November, and remains until around the end of March. There is a small chance that this recent snowfall might still disappear, but with the temperatures predicted to drop to minus 15 ºC overnight this weekend, I highly doubt that it will.

The coming of this early snow is prompting me to think and do several things that work interdependently and consequentially with each other:
  1. I dig through my closets to switch over my clothing for the season (also see point #10).
  2. I pitch out, or put aside to donate, clothes which are overworn, or which don't fit or suit me anymore.
  3. I'll be taking my clothes to one of local thrift stores, which would be having a higher business volume now due to Hallowe'en coming next the week.
  4. While there, along with contemplating the irrationality of having a traditional observance in the year where we celebrate the supernatural, superstitions, and stuff that scares us, I calculate the degree of waste occurring when we buy 'ceremonial' clothing or costumes that we only use one day within a year (or in our lifetime) to wear. 
  5. After donating my old stuff, I'll be forcing myself into the arduous task of shopping for the list of clothes and winter gear that I may lack.
  6. I think about how much of a pain in the ass it is for me to shop for clothing (leading to point #9)
  7. With the coming of the snow, it triggers me to wonder how close to Christmas it actually is (exactly two months from today I realize), and hence make it a point to try to procure some extra savings for the holiday.
  8. I monkey around with figures more to avoid depriving myself before and after the Chistmas holiday.
  9. I'll willingly opt to stay inside more, giving more attention to my home environment (convergence at point #12).
  10. After digging through my closets, and knowing running outside isn't very safe anymore, I pull out my home gym equipment, and try it out (more to ease my guilt about buying this stuff, and yet not using it on a more regular basis). Also serves as a reminder to not let myself balloon out of the few well fitting pants I have because of more physical idleness during winter.
  11. Thinking back to point #7, I spend more time thinking about what practical things I could use around here which I could get on the Boxing Day sales. Skip to next point.
  12. Being inside my place more leads to more tinkering with things and cooking (as home economics projects to save some money, point #7), and playing around with more puzzles and number games to quell boredom. I also resolved to use this winter to read more, and re-learn things about science and advanced mathematics (and making practical use of them, as the case through exploring and answering point #14).  
  13. Thoughts of avoiding a sense of deprivation (point #8), rummaging through my closets and drawers (point #1 & #10), clothes shopping (point # 5), messing around with recreational mathematics (point #12), add to that the ridiculous manner of consumption and hoarding I have been witnessing a few people partake in, leads me to think about the last point as a open ended question about other psycho-social problems regarding greed and coveting things:
  14. Why can't people use more common sense, arithmetic, and logic to determine:
    1. The possibilities and abundance they already have through the application of probability and statistics?
    2. How much is 'enough' before wasting more time, money and energy on items that become insanely superfluous and turn into a ridiculous collected/hoarded surplus?
    3. The most efficient way to shop for stuff, and how to sense better about which things are 'wants' and which are 'needs', especially if one is already the sort that is on a fixed income*?
Let me provide an example, especially relating to 14.1 and 14.2. Suppose all your clothing vanished from your closets except for eight of each garment of your basic essentials**: in this case (thinking as a guy), they would be eight pairs of shoes, eight pairs of socks, eight pairs of undergarments, eight pairs of bottoms (trousers/jeans), eight belts, eight T-shirts, eight overshirts, and eight outerwear garments. Let's also suppose you have the right style going for yourself with each garment (i.e. each pair of pants will suit well with all the shirts you have, all socks go with the all the shirts and shoes you own, etc.). Thus, you would then already have 88 ,or 16,777,216*** different possible permutations to wear as ensembles out of just this bunch of clothes alone. Supposing even that you eliminated choices by a wearing fresh ensemble of each kind of clothes item each day of the week, after randomly picking out your first outfit (as per the conditions of the ** footnote), within those seven days you still have 7,907,396 possible ensembles to choose from through the whole week(7,907,395 choices technically, since you would be reduced down to one pair of shoes, one, pants, one belt, one shirt, etc., by the last day so you would really have no choice left to make to dress yourself) even as you eliminated options by tossing each ensemble set in the hamper/not using them for the rest of the week after you wore them for a day.**** Knowing this now, how could you ever feel deprived if you stopped and looked at your closet with even more stuff in it than what I just gave as an example? The fashion police, compulsive clothes shoppers (whose delusions I just torched), and a few teenage daughters, are still already probably plotting to put a price on my head for mentioning this. Mugatu has probably already selected and trained the assassin to do it. I'll probably be strangled with a piano key necktie in my sleep (see Zoolander, hilarious movie).

If this is what's possible with just eight shirts, eight pants, eight pairs of underthingles, etc., can you imagine what goes through a mind like mine when I'm faced with the challenge of gazing at racks loaded with clothes in a store, and having to pick out something? Option paralysis takes over, and that's why I need the assistance of a female friend with a keener sense of my sartorial style than I have, to help me with colours, cuts, patterns and whatnot; to at least help pick out one item out for me and to provide a foundation to shop around, or else I'd be forever wearing jeans and plain T-shirts.

For regular day to day affairs, so long as what I have on fits right, feels and smells clean, and doesn't brand me as being some sort of friggin' redneck/cowboy or any other kind of hoodlum, I could care less about what I'm wearing, or having matching tags, or comparing my wardrobe to what someone else has on. To be honest, the famous people I have most respect for are those who coincidentally use the equivalent of plain brown wrappers as garb. Billionaire Warren Buffet, the Wizard of Wall Street, being as rich as he is, got away with wearing unpretentious simple cotton shirts, slacks and a blazer for a long time before finally being pressured by some cohorts into "looking respectable" by moving up to wearing $1,500.00, off the rack, Zegna Italian suits to work. Steve Jobs' business attire was a black turtleneck, jeans, and Nike runners. Mahatma Gandhi got by with even less. Their wisdom overshadows any flaws in dress and appearance they may have had. People who constantly have to overdress*****, to me, are doing their damnedest to try to shield some insecurity, or other major defect in their personality. I sure as hell won't trust some guy wearing gold jewelry, or a $3,000.00 suit, who is begging for money for a ministry, that allegedly preaches the words of wisdom of a Jewish carpenter who did his mission by wearing only a simple robe and sandals.

*- Like those reckless spenders I've been watching.
**- By essentials, I mean the kind of clothing that you walk out of your house looking presentable and feeling comfortable in 95% of the time. I'm being generous here with the number eight, that's one of each item to wear each day of the week, plus one extra to have on stand by should you have to change once midday if you slop something up, or to have something to wear while you are using one of the days in the week to launder your other outfits (unless you do your laundry naked, but that's your business). For the sake of a little more simplicity, I eliminated null options (going without a jacket, sockless, beltless, or going commando), or else there would be nine options for each respective clothing article.
***- Another way of looking at this: if each and every day you tried to wear each one of those different combinations of that given set of clothes, without repeating any one ensemble exactly, you'd have to live roughly 45,933.5 years (leap years accounted for) to do it.
****- [number of choices for each item](number of items in ensemble), therefore adding the remaining possiblities made by each elimination for each day throughout the week, ( 78 + 68 . . . +18 ), yields the remaining possible permutations. I was totally wrong earlier with a posted answer using a factorial analysis. This entry may yet need corrections. This is exactly the point of my wanting and trying to learn advanced math. I know do well enough that the answer is a hell of a lot larger than 23. It's a number still large enough to challenge the status quo about how one can have tremendous outcomes with relatively few options.
*****- This includes overdoing it with the makeup for women.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Running Harder, but Standing Still

I finally did something yesterday that involved straying off to someplace different than work or home within this past week. I bit of browsing at McNally Robinson and enjoyed a light lunch with my friend; sadly it was all the energy I had in me for that day. Browsing wasn't as enjoyable as it usually is for me. As much as I wished to do more reading, my eyes have been too fatigued and sore for it, plus I've been stricken with recurring headaches. It's probably due to too much extra time used staring at screens, processing code and formulae throughout the week, and monitoring the FX charts before the start, and after the end, of each day of a string workdays 10 hours long. I'm sure that typing this is will even become challenging shortly.

The title of this entry is a bit of a misnomer. By running harder, I mean it seems to take more energy and a higher pain threshold to commit to doing it at this time of the year. I didn't run all week: the damp coldness has been giving my knees grief. The lack of doing it is making my metabolism level head south, as indicated by my tightening waistbands on my pants. I resolved to at least get out today, no matter what, but I wonder if the resulting shock and pain to lose an extra couple pounds would make it worth doing. I plodded along at some distance over 5 kilometers this morning: better than nothing I suppose. I went outside, absent-mindedly wearing my running shorts and light jacket. I honestly didn't sense how cold it actually was until near the end of my run when I visually noticed that the shoulders of my black jacket were coated with white frost from my condensed expired breath. My knees didn't suffer that badly thankfully.

There is a treadmill in my building's rec room to use, but I discovered recently that the damn thing is busted. So much for that option for winter training. I can't really stand treadmills anyway. It seems that I need some perception and sensation of moving through physical space and traversing an actual distance to make it feel like running is benefiting me. There is the indoor track at the local Field House, but I'm trying to avoid paying a mint to use it. Walking and cycling, at least for now, are still viable. There have been still good results. I'm noting that yesterday, even during this time of the year, was the first time I used my car in a week. The most heartbreaking thing to see along my trips by the river this week has been the unceremonious demolition of the Victoria Street Bridge.

The hope of getting to use this bridge deck to jog on is officially extinguished.

I'm struggling to figure out where to apply myself today, the second day of a three day weekend. I find I almost dread having unstructured time off, because it seems that I waste half of that precious time, and even more energy, which I don't feel like I have, trying to structure it. Blogging now, in it's own way, serves to help me piece that together.

“The illiterate of the 21st century will not be those who cannot read or write, but those who cannot learn, unlearn and relearn.”
-Alvin Toffler

One thing I did do, in keeping with my riding the wave of decluttering and living more frugally, was clearing away some books I found, which someone in the building gave away as freebies as they were moving. So, I took them to my favourite local used bookstore to exchange them for something more meaningful for me*. I was in non-fiction mood, craving something in the realms of finance, math or science: things I definately don't hear sensible conversations about when I'm at work. One cheap book I found that I was willing to re-read was Innumeracy: mathematical illiteracy and its consequences, by John Allen Paulos. This edition I bartered for is from 1990, but the truth in it is as valid now as it was back then. Now that I find myself playing around with numbers more, I thought it would be prudent to detect and extinquish those remaining numerical fallacies and statistical errors I myself still succumb to. The sad and dangerous thing though is that the more educated I get about such stuff by reading this book, the more likely I am to detect just how much more stupid people around me will seem when they are trying to argue opinions around me and are trying to stick in figures they don't understand into the mix. Thus, my respect for them begins to quickly retract (to put it lightly), and I just fear more for the future of humanity in general once such people somehow gain more power.

*- I spent no actual money, I made a tidy little profit in terms of store credit, I gave old books new life, it helps to save a tree or two, plus by buying through this kind of discount I have the satisfaction of sticking it to the man by avoiding the rip off of paying an average 12% higher listed Canadian price for a book (even in e-book format) when the looney is close to parity with the US dollar. I feel it's all good karma for me.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

The Saskatoon River Run Classic: Half-Marathon Race



The Day Before:  Received Ella's friend , whom I'm babysitting for a couple of days. Walked to the Farmers' Market, and then to Remai Arts Centre to pick up racing package. Stretched and used foam roller to fix the remaining knots in my leg and back. Tried napping in the early afternoon, since Saturday is typically the busiest day at the Ex, with the most hooligans touring around the streets, as witnessed yesterday as I watched two cops chasing a youth who escaped them (he was running from them with his hands handcuffed behind his back). Napping was futile, so I worked on other correspondence. Made a beef stir fry for supper, listened to some of the Collective Soul concert from my deck, waited until the fireworks passed before even trying to prepare for bed. Fell asleep sometime after midnight.

Wake up/Breakfast on Day of Race: Awoken at 4:00 AM, by some idiot honking a car horn down the block, and couldn't go back to sleep. Read and replied to e-mails. Breakfast at 5:00 was an English muffin, two poached eggs, eight strips of bacon, two large cups of coffee (with creammilk and sugar). I could only eat half of it, anxiety/excitement was making my stomach flip.
Half Marathon start time: 8:00 AM, at River Landing.  I arrived an hour early. I cycled there slowly, and used much of that time to stretch before the starting gun went off.
Start Position: Middle of the pack. There were only 121 runners registered (108 recorded finishing) for the Half Marathon, so not a really dense crowd to move through.
Mental Preparation: I avoided all instances of watching and being obsessed about my pace time, as I'm sure that it would have been too distracting. I set up only the distance traveled on my GPS watch. I told myself that, given the circumstances, pain will be inevitable, and used a lot of controlled breathing to try to make it dissipate.  My thoughts were focused on being so determined to just getting past that finish line: no matter if I ran, walked, crawled, or even was face down on the pavement trying to drag myself there by my lips. I trained too hard and sacrificed a lot to get this far; to just throw in the towel and quit was not an option.

Pre-Race Weight: 194.4 lbs (88.17 kg)

Post-Race Weight: 190.4 lbs (86.36 kg)

Most Challenging Part(s) of the Race: The course was made up of sections I've already ran through and am familiar with, but it served no advantage for me with the sciatic problems. I noticed the stiffening occur at around the 12 km point. I forced myself (for my protection) to walk up the hills and inclines by the bridges, and was limping badly at this point (18 km). I had a spike of reserve energy for the last 500 meters before the finish line, I wish it was there earlier.
Things I’m most pleased about with my performance: As pain stricken as I was, I managed to stay more or less in the middle of the pack for the first 15 kilometers. I managed to stay disciplined enough to avoid red-lining, and risking greater injury. Happy that my pain-tolerance has been quite elevated since I've started running. I'm happy that I had the wherewithal, and fulfilled my commit ment to start and end this trial. Happy to be not the last guy in the standing of my Sex/Age group. 
Final Results:
  • Time: 2:11:34
  • Rank: 77/108
  • Average Pace: 6' 15"/km
  • Place in Sex/Age Division: 13/14
  • Fastest Pace: 4' 51"/km at 2.5 kms into race
  • Most Brutal kilometer: Between 18 and 19 (just about collapsed)
After the Race: Gently and slowly cycled back home. Finished my breakfast. Bath and stretching. Ice packs on hamstrings. Emptied two liters of Gatorade to replenish myself. Attempted to nap to catch up on Zzzz's after the lousy sleep from last night, and to rest for a date I have this afternoon before the Ex noise starts up.
What I’ve Learned: Never sleep on the ground just after receiving chiropractic treatment. Bring and drink more electrolytes with this degree of injury. No matter what kind of fancy, space-age wicking material they are made of, black sponsor provided T-shirts are a bad idea. I learned how to pace myself through pain better than I did in my trial runs since getting treatment. 
My award and reward(s):
This award felt very hard earned, but worth it in the end.
Considering how close I came to hitting the pavement, perhaps a practical reward should be getting a Road ID bracelet. They were one of the sponsors of this race.

Grateful for: The volunteers of these races never get enough thanks for their time and energy for helping to get these events set up and running smoothly. Extra thanks to all of them. My special thanks to my best friend for giving me this goal to work towards; I wish I could have been in better shape to honour this gift.





Sunday, June 10, 2012

Results of the Bridge City Boogie: 5 km Race


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The Day Before: It rained for most of the day on Saturday. I did strength training for most of the morning. I collected some gear at Brainsport, and had lunch at Szechuan Kitchen. I had a small nap before I began my shift at 3:00 PM. Very low energy for the rest of the day (I blame the dreary weather), and some cramping (from the workout earlier) later in the evening. My carb-load for today was mostly made up of bread, rice noodles, and kvas (Ukrainian rocket fuel).

Wake Up/Breakfast:  Up at 5:30, did some upper body exercises. Breakfast was a protein smoothie: 1/2 cup frozen blueberries, 4 large strawberries, 1 measure Kaizen protein powder, 1 tsp Ruby Reds nutritional supplement, blended with 1 cup Kombucha tea. I skipped out on making coffee (wish I hadn't).

5 Kilometer Race Time: 8:30, beginning at PotashCorp Park. Rode bike there to spare myself the misery of finding parking. It rained heavily all morning. I was thoroughly drenched before the race even started.

Starting Position: In the first quarter of the front of the 5 km runners' pack.

Most Challenging Part of the Race: As with the last race, I was confined by the major crowd congestion at the beginning of the race. I did a lot of puddle-dodging to try to keep my sensor from being saturated with water. Being completely drenched from head to toe with rain meant that I was carrying probably an extra 3 kg of water on me. I honestly didn't think I drank that much, but it felt like I overdid it with hydration this time: carrying too much water internally as well. My last two kilometers were difficult with an overloaded bladder needing to desperately be emptied. My iPod wasn't working properly with all the extra moisture and my shirt sleeve slapping against its touchscreen was screwing up pause and start times, thus negatively affecting my data. It was hard to "boogie" without any tunes as well, since I turned them off to free up the working memory and save my dwindling power on the iTouch to allow it to process the run.

Things I'm most pleased about with my performance: Just happy to be able to scrounge up enough energy during these dreary and drippy couple days to allow myself to commit to this. I think I did actually better than I thought I would given the less than adequate racing conditions and weather. From my Nike + readout, I seem to have wasted less energy and distance passing people this time: making a conscious effort to minimize my lateral movement. I just found out the results; I'm happy that I just made it into the sub 24 minute category (the one with the readings in weird short format).

Final Results:  Official results acquired from this Star Phoenix link.
  • My Time: 23:56 (one of the 133 runners that I roughly counted that made it across the line within 24 minutes)
  • My Average Pace: Calculated to be roughly 4' 47"/km
  • My Ranking: No ranking breakdown provided. It is as yet uncalculated due to the complicated time listing format here. My rough reckoning is that I'm 132nd. Format note: times under 24 minutes are listed as mm:ss; times between 24 minutes and 60 minutes are listed as mm:ss:00; times 60 minutes and 1 second and over are listed as hh:mm:ss.
  • No Age or Sex division statistics provided. I counted 2219 racers listed in the 5 km event.
  • Overall, I finished within the top six percent. 

After the Race: Collected my gear (from the very chaotic valet station) and had a slow and soggy bike ride home. I was a bit disappointed that I couldn't find the rest of the fellow runners from my workplace afterward who took part in the event. I was scheduled to run an extra 23 kms as part of my training commitment.  However, I already proved to myself that I can run in these adverse conditions, and seeing that I still needed to work this afternoon, I didn't think it wise to completely drain myself of energy. Plus, since I have no confirmation yet that my cohort at work will be able to trade tomorrow's night shift with me it would be foolish to press things too hard. I just wanted to shed off my smelly, drenched gear; then jump into a hot bathtub, to prevent any cramping. I did just that. I then made some coffee, started blogging this; while trying to regain some energy for work later this afternoon.

What I've Learned: Double check new supplements that I'm experimenting with for any possible diuretic side-effects. I think I hit on a sensible pattern for tapering down activity before a race. From being a little more relaxed during these past couple days, I see how badly I'm risking over training. Seeing that Nike + has totally botched up it's system, and completely trashed the automated coaching program, this is probably a good time to revamp the one I'm on now: finding one that provides a better outcome for necessary rest periods and sensible mileage goals.

My Reward(s): I went for a Super Bean Burrito at Taco Time. A kind of a stupid reward, I'm sure, but I welcomed the break from having to cook for myself. I only had enough time for fast food, and I haven't been at this franchise in 15 years (I forgot how much I liked their hot sauce). What I'd really like is enough quality time off to enjoy the stuff I already have (puzzles, literature, my dog's company, etc.) that's here that entertains me.

Grateful for: No grief from a sore knee like the last race; Sport Shield compound (no blisters or chafing, one less thing to irritate me); seasoning myself to more harsher racing conditions; that the amount of effort I put into this didn't completely drain my energy from me.  

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Big Steps Up, Proper Fueling, and Countering Obesity

By the end of this month, I should be reaching 2500 recorded running kilometers. Currently, I’m half way through week seven of marathon training; I'm just about half way through the whole training programme itself. I’m starting to verge into the realm of doing some extended hardcore runs, and compounded with the extra cycling, and strength training I’ve been doing, it demands a whole other pattern of habits and adjustments for consuming and expending energy. I was through all this last year; it means having to eat often throughout the day; it involves forcing myself to eat the right food at the right times, even when I don’t really feel like it, or when it’s far from convenient for me to do so. On some days, like the 22 plus kilometer run due this coming Sunday, it means something like an extra 2700 calorie intake (mostly as slow-burning carbs, which I really don’t prefer eating) just to last through such a training session. That means more than doubling my normal meal load. It makes me sick just to think about trying to haul around all that extra food in the gut (plus the extra water I’ll need to hydrate) while trying to run that distance. There are some people who can pack this in with no problem. At one time in my life I could have, but not anymore. Other people in their forties who can consume that on a regular basis, who don't run, would probably accumulate a weight of over 300 lbs. It led me to think about the impact of being that obese, not just for a person’s personal health, but for society, as more and more such people are becoming a more common sight.

I found an article from Men’s Health News saying that the cost to the American public for the impact created by the prevalence of obesity in that nation is $190 billion dollars, or around $608 per person. I became curious, and started crunching some numbers to try and estimate how much that would translate to as the equivalent sorts of costs to the Canadian public.

According to the global statistics site, NationMaster, the USA has the distinction of being the fattest nation in the world, ranking number one, with 30.6% of its population falling into the category of obese. Canada, by comparison, ranks as the 11th most obese nation on the planet, with 14.3% of Canadians having enough excess poundage to be classified as such. I think personally that this figure is wrong, and I believe that there are a lot more chubby Canadians around than the numbers say. Indubitably, that number is surely rising. Maybe this statistic was compiled during the summer/early fall months when we as the Canadian public generally swing toward more outside activity and are at the peak of our annual fitness level, and have more weight loss going on instead of weight gain. I think the major reason why many Canadians become overweight is because we are subjected to colder winter months during which there is a higher likelihood of more stagnation and inactivity (that’s my excuse anyway). That generalized theory doesn’t hold water though, since I was very surprised to see that warmer sunnier nations have higher obesity rates than we do, like Mexico (ranked 2nd), Australia (6th) and New Zealand (7th), while modern industrialized northern societies, with long cold winter seasons similar to Canada, have lower rates of obesity than our nation, such as Finland (ranked 15th), Iceland (17th), Sweden (21st), and Norway (26th).

Anyway, for now I’m using the US data to interpolate Canada’s cost to deal with the public impact of obesity, since we share a lot of common food and lifestyle choices. By interpolating from each nation’s population numbers and respective percentages of obese people, I calculated that the number of Americans who are obese outnumber obese Canadians by twenty times. I figured out that proportionately, it then would cost the Canadian public, 1.057 billion dollars to manage the impact of obesity population: roughly costing each Canadian $31 on a per capita basis to nationally deal with the impact of our overweight citizens (in theory)*.

Rather than us forking over $31 each to the taxman to finance a public battle against obesity, which of course would be inflated to whatever obscene figure to account for a wasteful cost for administration and bureaucracy, why don’t we all try to do our own experiments in home economics to gain victory over our own personal battles of the bulge, that will ultimately allow us to keep and save a hell of a lot more than $31 per year**. My own money saving strategies, which automatically translate into a means of weight control are:

·         I cycle or walk as often as I can during the spring, summer, and early fall to work. Even though it’s a relatively short distance, my fuel savings are tremendous.

·         I’m blessed with urban living in that I walk or cycle for grocery shopping during the same aforementioned seasons of the year. When I do this, I’m automatically set with a limit as to how much I can physically carry home. It forces me to be mindful about what I really need; if I really do need more, it translates as more exercise in making return trips to the stores or markets, or learning to do without for the time being, and avoiding stuffing myself with that extra food.

·         In trying to avoid excess useless bulk to haul home by bike or on foot, it pretty much eliminates canned/bottled drinks (pop and juice) as a shopping choice; which are major culprits in excessive empty calorie intake. I drink more water, coffee, or tea at home. Milk jugs/cartons are the only drink containers I get at the grocery store. Wine and beer are pretty much the only other bottled drinks I consume (and I make and store those at home, or I walk to a local licensed restaurant or lounge/parlour to have them). The higher liquor prices in these places ensure that I drink in moderation.

·         The produce, dairy, and meat sections of the store are pretty much where I spend most of my time when grocery shopping. Thus, I’m more likely to walk out of there then with food that’s less tainted with preservatives, excess sugar, and salt. The only frozen food I buy is meat/seafood, veggies, and fruit for protein smoothies. If it has been pre-battered/pre-fried it stays in the freezer (trans-fats).

·         I turn off cable TV service during the summer; without planting my ass in front of a TV set I automatically find ways to be more active.

·         Despite having a limited balcony space, I still set up a container garden. When I put effort and energy into trying to grow and harvest my own food, I feel more obligated to use it right.

·         I purchase good food boxes from the CHEP program. It has a double benefit: I get a variety of nutritious fruit, and my money goes to support a programme to help feed children, and educate them about, nutritious food.

These methods at least give me more months of losing weight than I have gaining it back over winter. Sure, I knowingly sacrifice some convenience, but I believe over-convenience is a big part of the problem with a population gaining excessive weight. I tend to live like an average European over the snow-free months. If more people around did the strategies I just mentioned, I would think that our nation’s obesity rate would drop to be on par with some of the European nations that rate between positions twenty and thirty in the obesity rate rankings.  

I know I risk sounding a bit bigoted by posting this: making myself seem anti-fat. More accurately, I’m pro-fit and a strong believer that an ounce of prevention is worth more than a pound of cure: preferring to directly embrace the positive rather than trying to fool myself and others into believing that a condition that is sapping away one’s quality of life is somehow normal or positive. We can’t make systems better by purposely spending billions of dollars adjusting for that which is objectionable, and yet for the most part correctable on the individual’s level.  When we accommodate too much it’s like we are supporting a person’s right to be obese or addicted to anything in general, and basically enabling them for a course of poorer health. Let’s get real and face it, most obese people really don’t want to be that fat, and less concerned about gaining a right to be fat. Survey any group of people who have experienced both physical conditions in their life: once where they were very fit and healthy, and then some other point in their lifetimes when they were very overweight***, and then ask them to compare the two lifestyles. I’m sure 99.9% of those surveyed would say that they were more pleased and comfortable with their general physical and mental well-being when they were on the fit end of the spectrum. They weren’t putting a strain on themselves, and they weren’t draining the public health system when they were fit and healthy. Sadly though, we are seeing more and more cases of people who have never known what it is like to actually be fit at any time throughout their lives. They started out being fat from childhood right through to adulthood, and thus have been completely estranged from any idea of what a healthier, more positive lifestyle is actually like. Obese people are uncomfortable to say the least; thence comes a whole plague of marketing gimmicks to exploit their suffering. Sadly, now it seems like there is a whole marketing system happening globally that necessarily needs obese people to exist.

There was a saying I heard a while ago that makes perfect sense to me: if you aren’t going to use time, energy, and money to try to stay healthy, you’ll have to learn how to deal with wasting time, energy, and money being sick. I would venture to guess that 80-90 percent of medical aid given and hospital care is due to ignorance and stupidity, either by accidents afflicted by someone onto the patient, or because of the patient’s own wrong-doing or poor lifestyle choices (I’d say mostly due to the latter). Sloth and gluttony are getting to be too common as the reasons why people are setting themselves up for future long-term medical care, or worse. Obesity is a preventable thing with a bit of personal effort and discipline, and nothing you or I should be shelling out extra tax dollars for to fix.
*- I think is a gross underestimation of what the actual cost would be here in Canada. The article listed and stressed more about the costs of converting public utilities over to accommodate obese bodies in the US. However, given that we have a universal healthcare system that the USA doesn’t have, we as Canadians would have to factor in the costs of things in our tax bill like obesity linked medical interventions like pharmaceutical aids to treat Type 2 Diabetes and atherosclerosis (insulin, lipostatin drugs, blood pressure regulators, etc.) and consequential surgeries and therapies (cardiac procedures, stroke recovery, joint repair, hip replacements, etc.), and resulting hospital stays/staff wages etc. . . you get the picture: the cost is a lot more exorbitant than 31 dollars a year per person. The sector of our population that doesn’t pay taxes; yet has the highest rates of lifestyle related illnesses/health risks complicates the matter further (you know who you are).
** The article didn’t state the time period over which that $608 was spent, so let us assume it’s annually given that it relates to public spending budgets/taxes. I didn't distinguish the monetary values as American or Canadian dollars since today the two currencies are very close to being at parity. It's enough to realize that the figures are approaching something very astronomical.

***-Myself included, I’ve been there too; not 300 lbs big, but significantly overweight. I don’t wish this curse on anyone. Being civil toward and accepting of people who are overweight is just a matter of respect and human dignity, and accept that they may have the potential to change with the right motivators. However, the promoting of the social movement of “fat acceptance”: actively tolerating the lowering standard of health that is ultimately destructive to the well-being for others is stupid. We might as well promote “tobacco acceptance”, “alcohol-abuse acceptance” or “crystal meth acceptance” if we were to use that line of thinking. Love the sinner: hate the sin.

Friday, February 10, 2012

The Thing That's Too Well Built


I’m ending my week in a grouchy mood. Right now, I am spending the first day of my three days off trying to battle what appear to be symptoms of bronchitis.  Before that, I have been storming around to eight different centres in town, and even more online, for the past four days searching for and trying to get a printer and/or computer parts, which even by the advice of so called ‘experts’ has been an enormous feat of trial and error. I finally have working results, but I shouldn’t have had this much difficulty. This is sort of the endgame to my ranting on Techno Scrap.

Weary of all these hassles just for simple tech repairs, and considering the rate of obsolescence and usage life of today’s typical consumer products, my mind began to drift around wondering what is out there on the opposite end of the spectrum. That is, I'm talking about a powerful piece of technology, of any product, that has been around during my lifetime, that has had a huge global impact, and was manufactured perfectly right off the mark with little or no revision, and has a proven to be high in the standards of durability, ease of maintenance, and ease of use by even the stupidest of people. I recalled some past articles I’ve read, and one glaring and disturbing example came to my mind of something that was made just too well.  That would be an AK47 assault rifle.

Thinking aside from its ability to crudely blast bodily organs out of people, it pretty much fits those criteria I just mentioned. It was made back in the good old days when Stalin was trying to make communism universal. So, competitions came about to satisfy the goal of developing a powerful, utilitarian, cheaply manufactured, and super-durable weapon that functions in all climates and which even the most dim-witted soldier could operate and maintain with minimal effort. A Russian gunsmith, Mikail Kalashnikov, won out by designing and developing the AK47. Amazingly, he has no patent on this thing; so its design has been copied into several derivatives without the red tape of patent infringement and licensing issues in the world of arms manufacturing. Of all assault rifles, this one survives the greatest of extremes of cold, heat, dryness, moisture, and exposure to environmental contaminants. It’s been field tested by being immersed in sand, dirty water, and even drove over by vehicles, and still has a high likelihood of being able to be fired after such abuse. It's a highly effective relic of low-tech, Soviet/Iron Curtain mass production; ironically, that’s its success of defying obsolescence, because of the common and standardized interchangeable machine parts made in a system didn't make huge leaps in progressive change, thus its specs haven’t changed much since it was first made in 1947. Someone could probably take one model of this gun made in Russia in 1947, another from China made in 1954, another from Romania made in 1968, and one made in North Korea in 1996; take them all apart, shake up all their components in a gunny sack, dump them all in a muddy ditch, and then recover all those pieces and re-assemble them into four different chimera rifles made from each others’ parts, and there would still very likely be four fully-operational AK47s. By comparison, on the stupid side of computer peripheral technology, I needed one stupid simple print head for my printer, which was one of several kinds made by the same manufacturer, but which seemed to be phased out of production, and wasn’t conveniently available, or feasible to acquire cost-wise if it was used. I was replacing the fan for my desktop tower, and I had to go through the trouble of finding three different models, each of them claiming to be allegedly “universal” before I got the right one that worked. That’s odd, because my old fan was removed with simply turning four screws; one of the new “universal” replacements I got (exchange number one)would have required me to completely disassemble my tower to extract my motherboard to change things to mount the damn thing properly to have contact with the CPU. That doesn’t sound universal to me. Another “universal” fan didn’t even fit into my tower casing at all, despite the insistence from one shaggy tech-head prick that it would. Between my old printer, my replacement fan, and the assault rifle competing for the category of having “universal” manufactured parts compliance, sadly the AK47 wins.

And cheap . . . Cripes! At first, I thought I was getting a reasonable deal (after a lot of time doing exchanges) spending $16.50 for a fan, and then a hell of a deal after finding a replacement printer for under $50.00 . . . that is until after I did a bit of fact finding on this subject and found out that the AK47 wins again. I discovered that in some Third World nations, an AK47 assault rifle can be purchased for as little as $6.00, or traded for a couple of chickens or a sack of grain. In the tech world, I can’t even buy a decent length of simple HDMI cable for six bucks, and I sure as hell can't get one for a bag of grain or poultry! How can a fully automatic weapon cost cheaper than a bag of groceries?* But seriously, it’s sickening to know that, either unwittingly or unscrupulously, poorly monitored or unsecured shipments of humanitarian supplies going to such places as Africa are occassionally intercepted and seized by warlords, who in turn barter or sell this stuff through the black market to acquire weapons; chiefly, the most favoured and coveted ones being sought are AK47s. In cases like this, especially in Africa, it’s a sound guess that the majority of these guns are then distributed and going into the hands of guerrilla fighters or soldiers who are very likely in some regions there to be under the age of fifteen.

That’s the other issue. As far as assault rifles go, an AK47's design has been made so practical and simple that an illiterate child can take it apart, re-assemble it, and operate it. And that’s when you know that there is such a thing as too much bloody simplicity: when the most powerful and devastating kinds of weapons start becoming too readily capable of being handled and made accessible to people who are either too young, or ignorant/stupid to know how to read. Sure, it is disturbing to watch some periodic news story about the Taliban, or some other radical terrorist group members running around with cheap, yet powerful weapons like Kalashnikov rifles, but what is a hundred times more disturbing to me is knowing that there are entire generations of people in countries like Liberia, Democratic Republic of Congo, Uganda, or Sierra Leone, regardless of religion or politics, who have been trained to kill, or have killed others since their childhood with the most powerful weapons available that they can physically handle. Sadly, this is the stuff that doesn’t make it to the news too often. Too many people seem to be ignorant about this.

The AK47 is the most mass-produced automatic firearm on Earth, so it is a pretty established format in terms of weapon arsenals. More than 75 million AK 47s and 100 million AK derivatives and variants have been manufactured worldwide, totalling about 175 million: approximately one AK rifle per 40 people on Earth. I’m guessing they are most popularly used in nations where there is less than one TV set per 300 of its citizens, like Mozambique, whose flag actually has an image of an AK47 machine gun on it as an emblem.** I was thinking of another example of a real politically anarchical shit spot on the face of this globe, and for some reason I instantly thought of Somalia. In the city of Mogadishu alone, according to UN reports, there are estimated to be about 1.3 million AK47, or AK type assault rifles in possession of its citizens. That’s double the number of cell phones in use in all of Somalia.*** When machine guns are more than twice as likely to be available than a normally common form of communication technology, then you know you’re really in a fucked up place.

It’s shameful that devastatingly low-tech/low brow methods of carnage and destruction seem to be more universal and consumer "friendly" than products that are supposedly educational, creative, and constructive high-tech/high brow solutions to things. It shouldn’t be easier and cheaper to buy an assault rifle in the Third World than it is to get an education or medical aid there; nor should it be easier to get a gun there than it is to get one's computer fixed here****.
*- Simple answer. . . if you were starving to death and were desperately becoming indifferent or ignorant to the value of things, you might sell your assets, including weapons, for dirt cheap too. 
**-Travel advice: if you see a weapon of any kind proudly stamped on a nation’s flag, it would probably be in your best interest to STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM THERE!
***-Statistics compiled from NationMaster.com
****-Addendum, Feb 11, 2012: Discovered that the scanning utility on my cheap new 3-in-1 doesn't work. Another goddamned trip to return/exchange shit. . . GRRRRR! I think I'm ready to get my own AK47.