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As soon as I acquire certain required technical skills, with luck by the year 2027, I hope to begin posting occasional video blog musings on the world of competitive swimming as it is being experienced by a specimen now aged 56 (and 75 in 2027).

For the foreseeable future, these vlogs are likely to be 2-D. But as soon as holographic film technology becomes available, subscribers will be able to watch me swim, put on difficult body suits with the help of ointments, swallow an increasingly multitudinous number of cardiovascular and psychiatric medications, and demonstrate the various other essential skills of the ripening male masters swimmer.

I will, if space and interest allows, also post vlogs about my fellow swimmers that I meet and stalk at various meets. An example of this can be found here, which I posted previously on the regular forum. It is about the magnificent Leslie Livingston and was made with the help of my twin brother John.

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I invite you to enjoy!
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Posted February 8th, 2010 at 06:06 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

Many photographs and videos have been taken of this weekend's Snowmageddon; many words have been written for newspapers and spoken with grim authority over the radio and television airwaves.

But here, in the work of one toiling-in-anonymity filmmaker, gifted with genes that only exist one other place in the universe, which have therein have been squandered, from this hearty intellectual creative stock, comes the definitive work on the Snowpocalpyse yet done, or ever will be done.

For all of you who have had the great pleasure of visiting the salt-water-taffy-dappled Jersey Shore in high summer, or watched tattooed beefheads and their siliconated chesty la'rue cocubines on the popular MTV show, please turn your attentions now to the Jersey Shore in a season beyond your reckoning.

This off-putting preamble notwithstanding, please do watch this film; you will be glad you did.

It is magnificent.

Afterwards, please return to tonight's vlog for my calling-an-audible workout, which I am writing with Bill's blessing.

He still doesn't have power, and his family is bivouacing in our humble quarters for the foreseeable future.

I am still sickly weak. The workout will represent Jimcentricity in all its effete glory.



I shall give you a few moments now to compose yourself and stop weeping.

Here is tonight's Jimcentric workout (sorry, it looks like some bugs remain to be worked out here, but squint):

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Powerless

Posted February 7th, 2010 at 12:20 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

It started snowing here in western PA on Friday afternoon. When I got dropped off at practice, there was about 3-4 inches. Bill couldn't make it to the Y, so I called an audible. All in all, an easy practice, the only semi-hard thing being 10 x 100 on 2:00, swimming easy, medium, hard, easy, medium, hard, easy, medium, hard, easy.

Jeremy agreed to give me a ride home in his Canyonero, which made it up our driveway once he put it in four wheel drive.

My son Jack was at home, going slightly crazy already from cabin fever. We talked for a while about his legal troubles.

Then I started working on this article that was technically due on Friday--hoping to send it out by 11:59 p.m.

Five minutes later, i.e., approximate 8:22 p.m., the power went off. The computer crashed. One minute later, the power came back on for 20 seconds. Then it went off again.

I read The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by headlamp under several layers of blankets. The next morning, the house was 53 degrees, there was two feet of snow outside, and my cell phone was dead. Jack put on some boots and hiked through the snow cover to a friends house a couple miles away.

I stayed in bed as long as I could stand it, then got up, fed the pugs, and shoveled a path out to the garage. The snow was so deep I had to remove three Eskimo blocks of it just to reach the ground--three scoops, rest, three scoops, rest, and so forth, all the while gauging chest discomfiture for signs of imminent catastrophe.

It took a half hour to reach the garage. I plugged in the charger apparatus to the cigarette lighter, then turned the ignition. Nothing. Battery absolutely dead.

Back in the house, I remembered I could turn on the gas stove and light it manually. I turned on all the burners to get a little heat in the kitchen, then tried to fill the kettle with water for tea. We have a well, and the pump runs on electicity, so no water.

I found a small bottle of water in the fridge and used it to make a cup of tea. Then I read a day old newspaper and went back to sleep.

When I got up, I made a fire in this wood burning stove insert in our fireplace. It's usually quite efficient heat-wise, but this depends on a blower that requires electrical power to operate. Without the blower, I wasn't sure if the fire would help much or not, but I hoped it would prolong the time it takes for pipes to freeze.

I shoveled another path that took me far enough to a semi-plowed portion of the neighbor's driveway, then hiked over there. They let me use one of their cars to charge my cell phone.

Then I walked down to Sewickley with my swimming suit, a towel, a razor, and some shaving cream.

Walking down Blackburn Road was like being a pedestrian in a bobsled run.

The Y was closed.

I went to the village of Sewickley to find something to eat. Most places were closed, but I managed to get a Quiznos $5 footlong, then called up 40yrold and asked if I could stop by to charge my phone, which had already lost almost all its juice. He said sure.

On the way over, I bought his three adorable daughter's a little Valentine's Day heart-shaped cupcake. When I arrived, two of the daughters had friends over, so my heart was divided into five pieces: Caroline, Sascha, Leila, Georgia, and (my mind is blanking) Harriet?--anyhow, all five consumed some.

I hiked back home. Jack left a message he was staying at a friend's house. I fed the dogs, put some more wood on the fire, and went to our Bed & Breakfast in Ambridge to spend the night. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo executed an extremely enjoyable form of revenge on her legal guardian. I slept for a while, then my mind went on worry-rotisserie mode for the rest of the night.

This morning, I came back to feed the pugs and possibly defrost them. I didn't have to do the latter. Linus the guinea pig was also still warm-blooded.

The power had come back on!

Judging from the inside temperature--up to 56 degrees and still climbing--the electric company must have restored service sometime earlier in the morning.

Who knows how long it will last?

We are supposed to get another 10 inches on Wednesday.

Clara! The other little friend was not Harriet but Clara! The mind blank passes.

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Low Fat Jimmies ™

Posted February 3rd, 2010 at 11:37 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)
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Forced myself to go to practice tonight despite ongoing queasiness. Did 3,300 desultory yards of freestyle (while my lanes mates swam I.M.s) and managed to keep the stomach contents on the right side of all sphincters, which I suppose is a blessing of some sort, if not for me, at least for my lane mates.

My last cartoon entry,
Non-alcoholic digestif for a queasy mind, took quite a while to accumulate the 100 views I am holding myself to as a minimum before I post the next entry. This interlude, again, is probably a blessing, if not for me, at least for my viewers.

We have one of our Amish Mudhole meets this weekend, and I am signed up for the 200. My goal was to break two minutes, but since the descent of this queasiness, I have changed the goal to breaking three minutes.

My teammate Mark, AKA, 40yrold, who is, in fact, about to turn 42, suggested that in another day or so, my goal will be to just finish the 200. He may be right. Then again, his abilities to project into the future appear a bit suspect, as his choice of user names two years ago hints at.

Tonight's cartoon is presented via a new technology that I accidentally discovered was lying around on my computer: Adobe Photoshop Elements. Evidently, I got a low-tech version of this when I bought my scanner.

I mentioned it to my brother, who said he could show me how to use it. Until he had time to do so in detail, he said to just open two photos at the same time, then use the "lasso tool" and the "black cursor" to move stuff from A to B.

I tried it.


This, plus my nausea and ongoing financial problems, is how I came to invent Low Fat Jimmiesa revolutionary new snack delicacy for active swimmers.

I am hoping to interest Leslie into trying some. They are gluten-free and guaranteed not to upset my stomach (though I can make not claims regarding your stomach.)

The germ of the idea for
Low Fat Jimmies originated many years ago, when I was a young boy with a fascination with ichthyology.

At one point, I had 17 different aquariums in our basement, all teeming with gravid live bearers.

Unfortunately for my cold-blooded wards, my interest in fish waned over the years. I became less and less reliable about traveling down to the basement to feed them.

I remember waking up one morning from uneasy dreams and a horrible sense of residual guilt.

It had been almost one month, I realized, since last I'd sprinkled any flakes upon the foul and diminishing waters.

Stung by pangs, I raced to basement in hopes of rescuing whatever few had survived starvation.

All of them--at least all of them large enough to see with the naked eye--were robustly, comically, even corpulently alive!

This is when I first realized that the Second Law of Thermodynamics, though inviolable over the long run, is nevertheless circumnavigable in the short run.

The cold-blooded live bearers had prospered by doing what they do best: cold-blooded breeding and birth giving.

Then they ate their young.


Low Fat Jimmiesare my variation on this quasi-autocannibalistic theme.

Granted, we will have to await some further refinements in genetic engineering, stem cell manipulations, cloning, and the like for this dream to become reality.

But I am convinced that it's only a matter of time before Modern Science will be able to mass produce miniaturized versions of my head ready for snacking purposes.

The exact size of the little Jimmy heads will, of course, need to be worked out--we want, for example, for the skull to offer just the right levels of crunchiness (not too much, not too little) which will
, with a single bite, release the delicious bounty of Omega-3 fatty acids (the only fat is good fat in Low Fat Jimmies ™)

There are also virtually no carbs to worry about, nor any seriously dangerous and/or proven toxins to concern yourself with.

So enjoy!

I know that I shall enjoy a very long sabbatical before this particular entry garners100 views!

Until then, I just ask that you snack responsibly.

Oh--and brush your teeth more often than I do.


Jimmie snacks on an early prototype for
Low Fat Jimmies
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Non-alcoholic digestif for a queasy mind

Posted February 2nd, 2010 at 12:25 AM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

In contrast to an apéritif, i.e., a bump (as they say in Minnesota) of spirited beverages designed to boost ones appetite before a meal, a digestif is consumed post-prandially. Such drinks often contain contain bitter or herbs that some (the writers of Wikipedia, for example) believe will aid digestion. In my drinking days, there was nothing better than a pitcher or two of digestifs to both soothe, and create a subsequent even worse case of, queasiness.

I have been a teetotaler for 4 years plus now, though the thought of rejoining the world of such elixirs, with their french names and air of refinement and promise of short-lived euphoria, well the thought has been with me a lot of late, intensifying, turning over and over in my head like the tequila worm itself, awakening from his own pickled coma.

In any event, for now at least, my digestifs still remain metaphorical.

After writing Manifesto of Rattus Jimicus the other day, I decided I needed to take a break from all tumult and travail. From Saturday night till this Monday morning, I refused to turn on the computer or watch any kind of news-related opinion television programming that might poke or prod at our inflamed social rancor.

I think this Internet-and-Punditry Sabbath has done me good, and I hope to institute it on a regular basis. But even with a day off, I am not fully recovered from the effect recent obsessions have had on my sense of well-being.

Some of the effects are palpable. I feel, for instance, strange sensations in my chest, as if an aorta might consider exploding at the most minor of provocations. I am dizzy, too, and fear that the cranial gaskets themselves have reached their elastic limits. My gag reflex is triggered by the slightest adverse stimulus, and it seems only a matter of time before I cannot help but vomit on people that I don't like.

I don't mean or want to do this! But the peristalsis of the esophagus can sometimes have a mind of its own. There is only so much queasiness a wretch can take before it causes him to, well, retch.

So, to calm myself down, my psyche and my digestion, in the absence of a true digestif and its healing carminative compounds, I have done for me what has often proven to be the next best thing: make light of my upsets through the crafting of a child-like cartoon.

This one presents a recurrent fantasy of mine--that all my infirmities, my writers block that seems to be fast making me unemployable in my chosen profession; my chronic dysthymias about this thing or that; my corporal weakness bordering on such physical transubstantiation that it calls to mind some sort of wraith, phantasm, haunt, or kelpie inhabiting the House of Usher.

to combine all these things, acknowledge how very much they enervate me down to the last anemic corpuscle, but then--and here's the fantasy that is at the root of my hypochondria--to imagine some superb diagnostician somewhere will test me for all of these things, and fine me so lacking in the wherewithal to accomplish anything, that he or she publishes in a Reputable Scientific Journal my case, adding that it is nothing short of heroism that such as I can do the merest trifle.

Here, then, is such a cartoon digestif for the dyspeptic dry drunk Jimi, wishing for the stronger stuff.



If you feel the same way as I do--and I suspect there is a legion of us out in the world with exactly these same feelings!--I grant you my absolute permission to download this cartoon, substitute your own head where mine now sits, scotch-tape the whole thing to your refrigerator, or bathroom mirror, or the top of the case where you keep your burglar tools--any place, in short, where you are most likely to see it upon first awakening--and use it to cheer yourself up.
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Manifesto of Rattus Jimicus

Posted January 30th, 2010 at 12:54 AM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)
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I spent an hour and a half today summarizing my recent attempts to find some health insurance option that will not cause us to lose our house.

The result is 4,280 words on the rat trap in which I find myself--4,280 words that I don't think I could have even cajoled my mother into reading, let alone people with no blood bonds. Nevertheless, there was a bit of catharsis in getting my attempts for extrication down on the page.

Those of you who have been following the healthcare insurance poll that I started on the non-swimming related forum might have a sense of where I come down on this.
I know I cannot persuade anybody to change his or her mind one way or the other on what I see as a profoundly undemocratic cruelty that comes from pinning health insurance status to the vagaries of employment. Those who already think it is unjust will not think it any more unjust because of what is happening to our family; those who think it's reasonable the way things are now are not going to be moved to change their opinion because of our suffering; and the vast majority, I suspect, don't want to think about it one way or the other.

In any event, I am posting today's summary, all 4,280 words of it, albeit in the tiniest type size the blogging software will allow.

If you have any interest in reading it, I recommend you select the whole passage, copy it, and paste it into your word processor, and then increase the font size into something you can actually see.

But I have no delusions that anyone will, in fact, be interested in reading it!

If I were not going broke from paying so much for premiums--and having nothing fundamentally wrong with anybody in our family, healthwise--I doubt I would read it.

But the option, at least, is there.

Here, in cartoon form, is the condensed version:




At this point, I shall paste in this year's summary:

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Health care update, Friday, Jan. 29, 2010

Preamble to most recent chronology

Every year or two, when the headache from the previous year's healthcare investigations has abated, I once again look for some sort of exit from the rat trap of American Health Insurance for Self-Employed People Who Have Made the Mistake of ever taking any kind of prescription medication or ever receiving treatment for any kind of condition.

Very quickly, I find myself ensnared in the mind-numbing "head's I win; tail's you lose" bureaucratic minutiae rigged for the endless benefit of those who profit from our system.

Writing about this, I know, is a lost cause--in large part because it is hard to conceive of a more boring topic, nor one less likely to attract the attention let alone empathy of the vast majority of my fellow citizens who are not yet being so overtly screwed.

Nevertheless, I cannot help myself from jotting down this year's exercise in head-bashing. The rat trap, alas, for the most part holds; I have found some possible crannies that represent possible exit points, provided I gnaw away feverishly and indefatigably enough. However, even if I do manage to get out, it is almost impossible to spy from inside what lies on the other side.

I am expiring slowly within the trap, but are these possible exits--if they are, indeed, real and not an illusion--booby-trapped with guillotines? The question from the start remains the same: which is better--death by the installment plan, or a more sudden and catastrophic demise?

1. BCBS of Minnesota

On Monday, I decided to look for other options because we are running out of money with the status quo. Insurance premiums last year: $20,500, add in out of pocket costs and it goes up to nearly $24,000. My gross writing income was less than $65,000 before expenses. We also pay $25,000 on property taxes. Bottom line: unsustainable.

My first step was to call BC/BS of MN to find out what we have and if any of the terms can be altered in any way to make it more affordable. For $1711.50 a month, the four of us have $500 deductible each, with a total family deductible of $1500 after which the company pays 80 percent up to $5000, then a lifetime cap of $5 million, no annual cap.

Ben and Jack can stay on the plan till they are 25 unless they get married.

At the outset, I was told that I was on a recorded line. I told the customer service rep I was recording the call, too; she said that was okay.

She said that because we no longer live in MN, we can't change anything, but that we can do an interplan transfer to Western PA's BCBS affiliate, Highmark, and get something vaguely similar to what we have now, and then change the terms once we are in with the new company.

She said they could initiate the interplan transfer from MN.
ŸTo do this, we would need to send a request in writing with our address, id #, date when the new policy is effective, and our request to cancel the MN plan; sign and date and mail to BCBS of MN PO Box 64024, attn: Interplan Transfer, St. Paul, MN 55164. Or we could fax the letter to 651 662 6606.

At this point, I asked if BCBS of MN has any kind of in-house charitable foundation that might be able to help us. No.

At this point, I asked how they calculate our $1711.50 monthly payment. On insurance wallet cards the company sends out yearly, we do have a "group" number, but it turns out this is not the same kind of "group" enjoyed by those receiving "group insurance" and its manifold legal protections. The lady rep was not able to articulate in a way I could understand answers to my questions about the nature of this odd non-group "group" we are in, or whether we are, in fact, caught in a death spiral.

I then asked her about something I'd read someplace that insurance companies are regulated by law to give out in benefits some fixed minimum percentage of what they take in in premiums. I thought that for our plan, this percentage was somewhere around 74 percent. She maintained it was closer to 92 percent. I said that we paid $20,500 in premiums last year, and I was certain we did not get back 92 percent of this in benefits ($18,860) or even 74 percent ($15,170). She said that this is not how insurance works, that our risk is spread out over a bunch of people.

This, of course, made me return to my earlier question about who my fellow "group" members are, that is to say, who else is sharing this risk with me.

She didn't know and offered to give me the number of the State of Minnesota Insurance Commissioner: 651 296 6025.

I was, at this point, becoming testy.

I asked to speak to her supervisor.

She said no. I reminded her again that just as they were taping me, I was taping her. I reiterated my question more forcefully. "You are saying that I am legally prohibited from talking to your supervisor?"

She said that's not how it works, that the supervisor would not know the answers to my questions either, and that she wouldn't switch me to the supervisor to just ask the same questions.

I told her that I paid her company $20,500 last year and that I felt I had a right to know where the money went. I reiterated my point--"So you are saying I have no legal right to talk to your supervisor? You don't know what I am going to ask her. I might ask her different questions than I have asked you."


The customer service lady, who by now had been on the phone with me for 27 minutes, was getting testy herself. She put me on hold.

The supervisor answered several minutes later and was actually very kind. It crossed my mind that perhaps the company has hired soothing female psychologists with affable voices to calm down irascible hot heads like me. It crossed my mind that I am becoming increasingly paranoid about the machinations of AHIP. The supervisor reiterated that she did not know how my family's individual rate was calculated, but that it was true that I could not change any of the terms of the policy, that it was, indeed, a "take it or leave it" proposition because we are no longer residents of MN.

Note: I took out the policy in 1984 in St. Paul, where we lived for the next 11 years. Then we moved to PA in 1995, where a Highmark employee told us, in error in retrospect, that we could not do an interplan transfer and would have to apply for the prohibitively expensive high risk pool. We kept our MN insurance because, thanks to this false advice, we thought we had no other option.

I told the supervisor now that if we had to let our BCBS of MN policy lapse, we would not be able to be medically underwritten for a new policy because of preexisting conditions, i.e., the use of statin drugs and antidepressants by both my wife and me. She expressed her sympathy and thought that interplan transfer might at least provide some more options. In her soothing voice, she wished me well. Then gently slammed the rat trap shut.

2. Dan Williams, Minnesota Health Insurance Broker

My next call was to a Minneapolis-based broker recommended by my Minnesota friends, Eric Hanson and Faith Adams. They are both self-employed--he's an artist, she's a writer--and have two children. Both Eric and his son have a pernicious form of genetic arthritis that makes it impossible for them to get coverage through private insurance. Faith and their daughter have no such preexisting black marks on their health resumes. Their broker, Dan Williams, was able to get the males covered by an affordable (though far from ideal) state-subsidized program; and the females an affordable policy through BCBS of MN.

Dan answered my call on the first ring. I identified myself, outlined my predicament, and he immediately said that he thought that we could, in fact, alter the terms of our plan, even though we were out of state. He offered to call BCBS of MN for me, using a special broker line, and get back to me. Five minutes later, he called back with the bad news: I was right--we can't change the terms.

Then he suggested that what we could do is take our sons off the policy. Neither has any pre-existing conditions and thus could qualify for their own much cheaper policies. He then suggested that my wife and I consider whether either or both of us should make the interplan transfer. I told him that I didn't think we were allowed to change who was on the policy, that BCBS of MN had made it clear over the years that no changes whatsoever are allowed. Dan said that he was sure we could drop individuals from the policy and said he would call back on the agent line to make sure.

Five minutes later, he called to say that we could, indeed, remove any of us from the policy and that whoever remained on it would still get his or her current coverage for their share of the premium amount. This is the first time anyone had ever explained that the $1711.50 per month is actually being broken down into individual amounts per person. Dan said that we are currently paying this:

Jim, age 57, nonsmoker: $689 per month
Debbie, age 52, nonsmoker: $548.50 per month
Ben, age 21, nonsmoker: $237 per month
Jack, age 21, nonsmoker: $237 per month
Total: $1711.50 a month

Just learning this fact, which no one at BCBS of MN had even hinted at over the years, was highly eye-opening. My kids almost never go to the doctor except for sports physicals, and have been this way for years. I almost never go the doctor either unless a visit is required to get a prescription refill (I went nine years getting refills by phone till my doctor finally insisted I have to come in and see him). Debbie goes to doctors more often, but usually just for Pap smears, mammograms, and the like that are so often recommended. Our coverage, of course, doesn't include dental or vision. So we have been paying $5,688 a year for our sons, who basically don't use any of it.

Dan recommended looking at our interplan transfer options in PA and see if the entire family should switch, or that we might be better off with some sort of mix-and-match strategy of some of us transferring and some of us not. He said that since both sons are healthy with no preexisting conditions, we should at the very least get them their own policies.

Again, I can't tell you how irksome it is to discover that we have always had the legal right to peel the boys off our family policy and save money this way. After being on the phone earlier with BCBS of MN for nearly an hour, neither the first customer service rep nor her supervisor every mentioned this possibility. It was only through a recommended broker's assistance that I know of this option now.

I thanked Dan and asked him if he could become our "agent of record." He said he would do this to help with the interplan transfer, should we elect to do this, but once transferred, he would not be able to represent us in the PA.

3. Miscellaneous advice gleaned from miscellaneous parties

I started a poll/thread on health insurance costs at the United States Masters Swimming web site. No doubt in large part because of my own frustrations, this eventually devolved into a bit of a political shouting match, with the Ayn Rand free marketeers taking the Republican "kill this abomination" approach to Obama's reform, and those who have been injured by the system siding with me--i.e., the system has to be fixed.

Based on 65 or so respondents to my poll, less than 5 percent of us pay over $1500 a month. About 86 percent pay less than $1,000; 70 percent pay less than $500; and 19 percent pay less than $100. Very few of my swimming peers, in other words, are getting screwed in the kind of obvious way that imperils their ability to, say, hold onto their house. I can definitely understand how some of those in a better position might feel some lip service sympathy for my plight, perhaps even genuine compassion for those much worse off (i.e., unable to get insurance at all), but would rather not spend as much time on the subject as I have been spending of late!


Some of the more obnoxious bits of advice I have received are: to move to another state with better insurance laws; get a job at Starbuck or similar corporate setting that provides health insurance benefits (this in the middle of the worst recession in our lifetimes, when there is one job opening for every six people looking); and to try to get an association policy--as if this latter had never occurred to me. (What most people don't seem to understand is that associations are not companies.

The way our system is based, group coverage is dependent on working for a company that chooses to provide insurance to its workforce. It is illegal to form any other kind of group "for the purposes of obtaining group health insurance." What associations usually offer are HSA plans with huge deductibles, but which nevertheless still require medical underwriting. Because of the huge deductible, the underwriting requirements may be looser, but they are still there. And even with this, you still pay huge amounts for, at best, uncertain coverage.

When I talked to one company, for instance, that insures free lance writers, I learned that for $864 a month, my family might qualify for a $10,000 deductible policy with all sorts of limitations. It's a big might, however, because my wife and I both take statin drugs and antidepressants prophylactically--that is to say, to reduce the risk of heart problems and to keep emotional problems at bay.


Why preventive medicine should be held against us, I can't pretend to understand. And even though this association policy seemed to me far from ideal (and far from certain we could qualify), I was set to apply anyhow. This is when yet another broker told me she stopped recommending this company after they approved one of her clients and then rescinded him a year later when he got cancer.

Sometimes you just want to scream to people who have not had to do this: There is no simple solution to this mess. If there was, people would know about it, and everyone in this boat would not have to spend half their lives researching options.

My swimming friend Loren H. has an insurance agency in Hollidaysburg, PA, which is in a different BCBS zone of Pennsylvania from us (it is like the Balkan states here). Nevertheless, at a recent meet he told me a couple things of note. First, as long as you pay $10 a month towards a hospital bill, no matter how gargantuan this may be, they are legally barred from siccing the credit agencies and debt collectors on you. Once you die, the debt goes away. They cannot go after your house, and they cannot go after you retirement money. He didn't know if they could go after other assets such as other rental or commercial real estate. I will have to look into incorporation to protect this. To be honest, Jim Thornton the "person" is pretty much at the end of his useful life. Jim Thornton, Inc., on the other hand, can't wait to begin enjoying whatever new advantages our Supreme Court has decreed we deserve.

Loren also advised adding a $1 million hospitalization rider on our auto insurance. This would help pay in the event we were injured in a car wreck. This sounds like health insurance, but it's actually a form of accident insurance. One of the most likely ways any of us are to suffer catastrophic health problems, he says, is through vehicular misadventure of one sort or another.

So I called up my car insurance agent, and she told me that to add this would cost $140 extra a year for all four of us. She was pretty sure it also would cover us in the event that we were injured as pedestrians. I said, "What if I am driving along and have a heart attack that causes me to crash?" She said she didn't know. I suggested that I could try to claim later that I had the heart attack as a result of crashing, not vice versa. It would be hard to disprove, I'd imagine. Then again, that's why insurance companies have young lawyers that can delay things till you're dead.

(It turns out, alas, that my trips on my beloved Honda Metropolitan gas-sipping motor scooter are not covered. I will have to drive more carefully in the future. Risk homeostasis: factor this newly discovered factoid into long term memory.)

I next emailed Alan Katz, a health insurance broker in California and author of the Alan Katz Health Care Reform Blog: Reform From One Agent's Perspective. I made Alan's acquaintance while researching an article on health insurance for the self-employed and quickly became a great fan of his blog. Many if not most of his readers are fellow brokers who appear rabidly against any form of reform that reduce their own professional role as Cumaen Sybils who understand how to navigate through our broken system. I have nothing but respect for these navigators; on the other hand, I find their generally anti-reform stance at times self-serving. If the system were fixed, their navigational prowess will not be so useful anymore. This doesn't seem to me, at least, a good reason to keep the system broken. I am sure the Buggy Whip Manufacturers Guild was not all that eager to see cars invented. But enough. Here is the recent correspondence with Alan:

Hi, Alan,

Jim Thornton here, your great admirer who happens to be also a victim of the current healthcare insurance status quo.

First of all, I apologize if some of my recent postings on your always excellent blog have been a bit heated lately. I just find myself so steamed by the slavish allegiance of certain right wingers to “the market can do no wrong” ideology. Many of your readers, I suspect, are Republican brokers who face a double whammy if any meaningful reform ever passes. I suspect they fear the potential for losing income if the current system ever becomes understandable by the average person.

I have two masters degrees, and I have spent much of the past three days doing little more than researching my options. I know my situation is complicated, but it seems odd that you have to be on the phone for 45 minutes with a health insurance representative before they tell you info that is actually usable.

I could go on ad nauseam regarding the details here, but with the held of a broker in MN, I began to discover some of my options that my current insurer never mentioned, let alone explained.

Anyhow, we are looking to do an interplan transfer to PA, where we now live. Alas, the very helpful MN broker can’t help us in PA. I am wondering if you know anybody who you trust in the Pittsburgh area that would be able to help us weigh our bewilderingly complex array of options.

Thanks so much, and keep up the great, great blog. You might not enjoy this comparison, but your unflappability in discussing this topic does remind me a little of President Obama, who seems to be able to keep a cool head despite whatever criticism is heaped upon him. Some Democrats don’t like this. I think that civility is the only chance we have, even if I am unable to muster it myself.

--Jim

James:

First, I enjoy your posts to the blog, even when they’re heated. You bring a refreshing honesty and passion to the blog along with an absolutely critical perspective: someone who is getting screwed by the status quo. So thank you.

Second, thanks for the kind words about the blog – and I’m delighted it reminds you of the president’s style. I think he blundered, but I’m still a supporter and glad that he’s there. So I take your words as high praise.

Third, I unfortunately don’t know any brokers in Pittsburg (sic) very well. My advice is to check out the NAHU membership list and search for a member in your area (I don’t even know the names of the suburbs of Pittsburg (sic), so I can’t narrow the search down below the Pennsylvania level. You’ll have an easy time of it).

Then check their web sites and see how you feel about them.

The other way to find an agent is to ask friends if they know a broker they trust.

A third way is to call eHealth – they have brokers who should know both MN and PA. The operative word being “should.”

Local, independent brokers are usually far superior than those in a call center.

Sorry I can’t be of more help with this one. Now, if it was someone in California ….

Good luck, and again, thanks,

--Alan

4. Highmark BCBS of Western PA

At this point, I would like to find a reputable broker in our area to provide advice on what to do. The MN plan is set to change rates in April. It is possible our rates won't go up; it is even possible they will go down. However, neither such scenario has occurred since I first bought that policy in 1984. From the beginning of 2006 to today, it has gone up from about $950 per month to over $1,700. I would not be surprised if the next rate increase takes it to $1,800 per month or more by April. If not this year, soon, we absolutely will not be able to pay.

I called up Highmark to see my options through the guaranteed interplan transfer, where we would not be subject to underwriting. The choices are bewildering, but the bottom line here is something called PPO Blue. For $1200 deductible, Debbie and I could get this for $582.15 each per month. (Note: this is less than the $689 I currently pay MN, but more than the $548.50 Debbie currently pays MN. The new deductible goes up from $500 to $1200--a terrible deal for Debbie, and a debatable deal for me. Our kids would probably be able to qualify for their own separate high deductible policies at around $68 each, much better than their current $237 if they don't need to use it--which, so far, they haven't.) Debbie and I could further reduce our monthly rate by increasing the deductible to a maximum of $3500 per person. This would cut our monthly premiums to $494.45 per person. (Note: our current policy lets each individual exhaust his or her own deductible, then the 80/20 coverage kicks in for that person up to $5,000, at which point the insurer pays for everything. Looking at the fine print of the "comparable" Highmark plan, however, I see that the whole family deductible must be met before any individual starts getting the 80/20 coverage. This is one of the many hard-to-understand and not-immediately-obvious fine print aspects that make an apples-to-apples comparison very difficult for us laymen to undertake. Moreover, it just seems sneaky and underhanded to bury this significant difference in the fine print.)

On the positive side, the above Highmark plans are HSA-eligible, which allows you to contribute pre-tax dollars. The problem with this is there is only so much blood you can squeeze from a turnip. We are living, in part, off a home equity loan now; to borrow more money to contribute to an HSA seems of dubious value somehow. Moreover, we can deduct our premiums now; reducing the premiums (albeit slightly) would mean less deductions, since we cannot deduct out of pocket costs. All this seems of marginal benefit to someone who is not terribly well-heeled at this stage of life, and trying to put two kids through college and save for retirement.

The Highmark agent then mentioned a state-subsidized plan based on income and called AdultBasic. The problems with this are: you must be without health insurance for 90 days (I was imagining myself spending the next three months in bubble wrap); your income has to pretty low; the waiting list is over two years long. However, if you qualify, you can pay the full cost of this insurance while on the waiting list. For a family of 3 (my older son is now 21 and can't qualify), the cost is about $380 or so per month. If you ever actually get on it, it's $37 per month. I asked how much income we could make and still qualify. He said for a family of three, the limit is now $36,620. I asked how they determine income--is it gross adjusted, or something else? He didn't know.

I called the state office for AdultBasic in Harrisburg, PA and learned that income is what appears on line 37 of your tax statement.

I called my accountant to find out what our line 37 was last year: $41,463. This year, my gross writing income is down by a little over $30,000, so it looks almost certain we will qualify. However, even if we didn't, it is clearly in my self interest to earn less to qualify for state assistance.

I called back Highmark and they told me about another state-assisted plan through Highmark itself. This one is called SpecialCare. The new rep told me that he thought we would be able to qualify for it, and that he thought (but was not absolutely certain) we would neither need to be uninsured for 90 days first, nor have a year where no preexisting conditions would be covered (despite the fact that Highmark's promotional literature lists both these as likely.) The rep explained that we would have to do the interplan transfer first, then switch to SpecialCare once underneath the Highmark umbrella.

The good news here is that my wife, younger son, and I would have to pay only $368.50 a month (I think this is for the three of us; Jack might be more). Our other son, who is over 19, would not qualify, so we'd still have to get him his own policy. Once Jack turns 19, he too would have to get his own policy.

The bad news is the policy doesn't cover very much. We get 4 doctor visits a year max, but only if we are injured or sick. We can go to the ER. Debbie gets a pap smear and mammogram once a year. We get a vision exam once every two years. No other preventive visits are included. We get up to $1000 for diagnostic services per year. We get 21 days of hospital coverage. After 90 days, this resets and we can go in for another 21 days. Nothing else is covered, so we would have to go on all generics and/or make occasional trips to Canada.

As of now, this seems like the best of a bad situation. I do, however, have a number of questions, and the Highmark reps and their literature seem to be saying different things. Do we have to go 90 days without coverage to qualify? If we get on SpecialCare and later our income goes up above the maximum allowed, can we switch to some plan within Highmark that does not require underwriting? Could we, in other words, go to the PPO Blue described above? If one of us did need to be hospitalized, say because of a coma, what happens after 21 days? Can the hospital administrators legally force us to stay in till we have been bled dry financially? Or could I put in writing somewhere right now that the nanosecond my 21 days are up, I demand to be taken to the curb and deposited thereupon to die with dignity and not one more cent being siphoned out of my brain-dead (though still arguably animated) corpus?

Ah, American healthcare! Legal to charge your estate for $10 aspirin; illegal to commit suicide (or have someone aid you in this direction if you are no longer able to accomplish it on your own)!

Assuming we do qualify for SpecialCare, as spotty as the coverage may be, and assuming the hospital and doctors of the world cannot keep us incarcerated once coverage runs out, what should we do?
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Swimming the River Styx

Posted January 28th, 2010 at 11:44 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

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Cheating Suit Maximus vs. Cheating Suit Lite: A case study

Posted January 25th, 2010 at 02:25 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

Our little region of the earth is not all that big on USMS participation, but we are very big on YMCA masters swimming. From September to April, there are meets held almost every other week. The pools are not always ideal, and those accustomed to plenty of rest between events would definitely be disappointed. A typical time line is warm up from 11-12; Star Spangled Banner; meet starts around 12:07, and is over by 3:00 or 3:30 at the latest.

You can swim 4 events, plus relays, for $7. It's actually a great way to practice racing different events. I have come to think of these meets as high quality sprint-and-strategy practices.

During the last two of these meets, held the Grove City Y on Jan. 10, and the Allegheny Valley Y yesterday, Jan. 24, I swam the exact same events but used different suits.

(In between, on Jan. 17, there was the 1-hour postal swim held at Carnegie Mellon University.)

The Grove City meet, I used my B70.

The Allegheny Valley meet, I used a somewhat old Tyr Aquapel, which I had purchased last year for less than $60.

I had planned to swim in jammers yesterday to better compare the old world as we knew it (where B70s were legal) with the new world that we must get accustomed to soon enough (where only jammers will be allowed.) However, in between meets, USMS ruled that body suits will be legal for the rest of this year's yards season, so I figured I might as well use up all my old suits.

Leslie recommended saving my B70 for a bigger meet than the ones held in our Amish mudholes.

But I wasn't yet psychologically ready to give up the crutch altogether that I have become so used to.

So I decided to compare the B70 times against the non-flotation-style body suit that doesn't cost very much. Both suits, it should be noted, are kneeskins and provide the same amount of body coverage.

The B70 feels pretty much as tight and compressing as it ever did.


(I wore suit on right)


The Tyr, on the other hand, is noticeably stretched out (though not yet sagging) from its original couple swims.



(I wore a different color)

Hypothesis: The B70 would prove significantly faster in all four events--the 100 free, 50 free, 25 fly, and 500 free.

Results: B70 times in blue; Tyr Aquapel times in brown.

I will also bold the better swims of each comparison pair.


EV #2 M/F 100YD FREESTYLE

AGE GROUP: 55-59
1 JIM THORNTON 57 M SEWY 53.35
25.74 27.61


AGE GROUP: 55-59
1 JIM THORNTON 57 M SEWY 54.35
26.06 28.29



EV #6 M/F 50YD FREESTYLE

AGE GROUP: 55-59
1 JIM THORNTON 57 M SEWY 25.16

AGE GROUP: 55-59
1 JIM THORNTON 57 M SEWY 24.80



EV #10 M/F 25YD BUTTERFLY

AGE GROUP: 55-59
1 JIM THORNTON 57 M SEWY 12.92

AGE GROUP: 55-59
1 JIM THORNTON 57 M SEWY 11.87



EV #12 M/F 500YD FREESTYLE


AGE GROUP: 55-59
1 JIM THORNTON 57 M SEWY 5:34.13
29.29 33.64 34.73 34.65 32.75 35.19 34.93 34.76 33.58 30.61


AGE GROUP: 55-59
1 JIM THORNTON 57 M SEWY 5:27.62
28.95 32.50 33.56 32.96 34.78 33.85 33.79 33.61 34.03 29.59


Discussion

My hypothesis held up in only one of the four events, albeit the marquee event in many swimmer's eyes: the 100 free.

After swimming a full second slower in the Tyr than I had two weeks earlier in the B70, I felt sure that the remainder of my times would be proportionately slower as well. Thus, I was, if anything, entering these races with a "nocebo effect" mindset, which--had I done worse--might have been an alternative explanation for why I did worse.

My 50, however, was .36 faster in the textile suit. The 25 fly, which was hand-timed (as opposed to the other swims), probably doesn't count too much, because it's always a crap shoot how the hand timers are going to do.

But the 500 represented a significant drop--6.5 seconds--in the textile suit vs. the B70.

Both the 100 and 500 discrepancies might be explained, at least a little, by strategic differences. When I swam the 53.35, for instance, I felt more controlled and less "thrashy" than I did when I swam the 54.35. And I probably tried somewhat harder in the 5:27.62 500 than I did in the 5:34.13 one.

Moreover, the sample group of one person and two meets is not statistically significant in any way, shape, or form.

Nonetheless, the fact that in 3 out of 4 events, my hypothesis did not hold up makes me think that it is possible that something other than suit composition (neoprene-like vs. textile) can occasionally make a difference in my swimming performances.

Leslie used to argue this quite a bit. Who knows? Perhaps the dear girl was partly correct after all?


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Reform Haiku Illustrated

Posted January 22nd, 2010 at 04:28 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)
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I've set myself a little unofficial rule for my vlog here, which is to not post anything new till the last thing I posted has gleaned at least 100 views.

My last posting, Indentured Servant Available for Immediate Joblock ( http://forums.usms.org/blog.php?b=7506 ), took seemingly forever to reach this level.

The reasons for such laggardliness in viewing, I suspect, are:

  • It was too long
  • It didn't have anything to look at
  • Nobody wants to read about my misery

What I think people really want to do is to look at my misery. If there must be verbal commentary, this should be kept mercifully short.

Today's vlog is an attempt to re-do the last one in much more reader-friendly terms.


Reform Haiku

Driving club men force

the G.O.P.'s health care jig--

Dance, monkey man, dance!






Indentured Servant Health Care Monkey Jim
Being Shown Off at the Club*


--If by any chance this peaks your interest and you have not already taken a look, I invite the more readerly viewers to visit the original rant at:Indentured Servant Available for Immediate Joblock ( http://forums.usms.org/blog.php?b=7506 )

* Thanks to my beloved twin brother Johnny Boy for actualizing and improving upon my nightmarish visions of myself. I wonder if the caddy has noticed the advertisement for Countrywide Mortgage?
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Indentured Servant Available for Immediate Joblock

Posted January 19th, 2010 at 04:12 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

With the senatorial election going on today in Massachusetts, my bankruptcy on the installment plan seems to be accelerating.

This is the time of the year when law-abiders such as myself put together our financial inventory of the previous year to give to our accountants so they can figure out how much more we owe.

A few of the highlights of 2009:

Accounting fees: $3250
Property and school taxes: $20,588
Health Insurance premiums: $20,221
Food, federal and state taxes, college, etc.: it doesn't really matter at this point because there is hardly anything left

It has been said that people are more willing to discuss their sex lives than their incomes, and so it is with me.

Let me just say that I truly wish I were allowed to sell Thornton Bonds to China, because this represents my only hope of continuing with the deficit spending lifestyle that puts food-like substances on the pile of wood we call a "table."

In examining my various extravagances, it looks to me like the $500 deductible, 80/20 coverage health insurance plan is going to have to go, sooner or later.

In March, BC/BS of MN will announce this year's annual increase of rates that we in this particular death spiral will be expected to shoulder. Last year, it went up nearly $200 a month; this year, I expect at least as much. With Obamacare once on the horizon, I had figured I could slowly sell off possessions (though the market for old swimming suits, I've found, is not exactly robust on eBay or Craigslist) until 2014, then cut some slightly better deal when I turn 61; at which point, I figured I could continue limping till finally, at age 65, I could start to take my rightful place at the teat of Medicare, sucking as rapaciously as my weakened-to-frailty suck musculature no doubt will have become by then.

Alas, now the "slight improvement at age 61" looks increasingly unlikely.

In 90 minutes, I am going on my scooter to the opthamological practice of my friend, teammate, and eye doctor, "Uncle" Danny Nadler. Ordinarily, I never go to doctors unless it involves the possibility of sexual leprosy (which I am still somewhat suspicious I carry inside my body, though the best diagnostic techniques have thus far failed to catch the Guinea Worm when it surfaces for air.)

The reason I am going to Uncle Danny's is because my identical twin brother John was just recently diagnosed with mild glaucoma in his right eye, and now has to take nightly prostaglandin drops to prevent (what John is convinced but I am dubious) blindness.

Throughout our lives, everything dire that John has had, I have had worse.

I do not believe drops will be enough for me. I am imagining some kind of in-home fire hose which will irrigate both eyeballs for several hours each night.

As if all my current medical catastrophes (taking statin drugs for once high cholesterol, and antidepressants to keep the Black Dog's episodic return for treats a bit less frequent), the prospect of adding glaucoma to my list makes the possibility of being underwritten by any cherry-picking, lemon-dropping Health Insurance Company, for-profit or non-profit, not only unlikely, but 100 percent absolutely impossible.

Which brings me to today's request.

From what I understand, people with "real" jobs, as defined by not working for themselves, who instead receive a pay check from a company big enough to haggle with insurers over group rates, and for whom the Insurance Industry is barred by law from medical underwriting of individuals, could conceivably provide a somewhat better deal than what I now have.

An example I have used in the past: an obese, five-pack-a-day smoker who was incensed recently when his company began to charge him $50 a month for health insurance.

My new plan: before the teat of Medicare bares itself to my thin cruel lips, might I affix my rasper organ on the teat of Industry?

I don't smoke. I am not obese. And I am willing to pay $55 a month for health insurance!

Actually, here is what I am offering, no joke:

If anyone out there in USMS land is the owner/decision maker of a large enough company to provide even the most meager of catastrophic healthcare coverage to his/her employees, would I be able to pay you to hire me?

Figure out exactly what me and my family's participation in your group health insurance company would cost you. Say it is $1200 a month.

You can then pay me minimum wage for the minimum number of hours I need to work to qualify for your health insurance plan. Say this minimum is 40 hours at $7.25 an hour, or $290 a week. This translates to roughly $1250 a month.

Total expenditure for you: $1200 insurance premiums + $1250 minimum wage = $2450 per month. You can write this off your corporate taxes, saving a bit more.

But that's not all!

You then can turn around and charge me $2450 per month for something believable, like maybe a corporate uniform you insist I wear at work. You can say, as one of the terms of my employment, that I must buy a new $2450 uniform from you every month.

My proposal for such a garment: a bright orange jump suit with your company's name prominently displayed on the front and back, along with the line:

Jim Thornton, Indentured Servant for Life to {your company name and logo.}

At this point, you have not actually spent a single dime because everything has been surreptitiously rebated back to you via the uniform cost. I will even make the uniform myself and handle the billing for you! In fact, you are already ahead of the game because of whatever tax savings you're able to glean from writing my salary and benefits off as a business expense.

But it doesn't stop here!

I will also provide free advertising on my vlog and generally extol the virtues of your enterprise 24/7.

And another thing I believe will be of inestimable value to the right kind of executive mindset.

We all know that slavery and indentured servitude are technically illegal. If you accept my proposal, however, I will make no bones about my status. I will tell everyone I meet that I am, in fact, your indentured servant.

Think how much hay you can make with this at the Club?

You are probably wondering why I would prefer to give you $2450 per month PLUS all these other added enticements when my current premiums are only $1711.50 a month (though admittedly certain to climb soon).

The reason: I hate my insurance company so much that to be able to say **** You to them would be worth far more than $738.50 per month.

And when my new plan rescinds my new policy for some new reason that is impossible for us little guy indentured servants to ever predict, and the inhospitable hospital wheels me to the curb for pickup by Waste Mangagement, by then a wholely owned subsidiary of American $$$ Health Amalgamated, I will be able to go gently into the black hole that has been sucking me down for as long as I can remember!
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Conquest of Happiness through Swim Math

Posted January 18th, 2010 at 04:59 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

"The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time."

"There is much pleasure to be gained from useless knowledge."

"One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important."

Bertrand Russell
British author, mathematician, & philosopher (1872 - 1970)


The great mathematician-philosopher Bertrand Russell said a good many wise things, very few of which I have read. However, a friend in college once told me that in his famous book, The Conquest of Happiness, Bertrand argued that the key to contentment, even joy in life, is to lose oneself in the search for solutions to arcane mathematical formulae.



Bertrand Russell conquering happiness--or possibly doing his famous imitation of a pileated woodpecker


It is hard to be neurotic, in other words, about X (money, health, the future, the smell of your breath, the absence of good television shows tonight) when the entirety of your brain is focused instead on trying to come up with an elegant solution to the Four Color Map Theory, Fermat's Last Theorem, or some other recondite test of math.

At the risk of jumping around a bit, and losing the non-mathematically inclined swim reader too prematurely here, I do not propose to accost my dear readers with anything complicated here.

I was a middling math student myself, scoring only 782 on the math S.A.T.s back in the day, a full 18 points off flawlessness. If you are like me in such ineptitude, I definitely sympathize. There is much about the mathematical world that is simply beyond us.

For example, Karl Friedrich Gauss could think in 17 dimensions and found formulae like this child's play:


I have trouble thinking in as few as seven dimensions, and though I agree with Karl Friedrich that the above formula is playful, I only truly began to have fun with it after puberty.



Karl Friedrich Gauss wool-gathering in the 13th dimension


But enough.

No, what I propose here is relatively simple stuff that any swimmer can apply. Much of it has already been covered in the forum threads, but for the sake of coherence and one-stop shopping, I will collate some of it here. Moreover, I will do so through concrete examples.

But first, a break in the verbiage for some photographic distraction.



Your narrator half-in and half-out of his B70 following completion of the 1-Hour Swim yesterday. This half-in/half-out suit status serves as a metaphor for the state of limbo that now characterizes speed suit legality for the remainder of the USMS SCY season. Add to this the topsy-turvy configuration in space of your narrator, and it's hard to imagine a better photographic emblem for Master's Swimming in Flux and Dubious Health.


Okay, enough messing around. My vlog today, I see, is growing lengthy, and there is no doubt that what I am doing here is very, very important work!

So without further preamble, let's get into it, shall we?

Proposed mathematical proof: Based on the 1-Hour swim where Bill clearly beat Jim, I intend to show that Jim is better at swimming than Bill.

Step 1. Data gathering

Here are the results of yesterday's hour swim at Carnegie Mellon University. My best friend Bill completed 5037.5 yards. I (the "Jim" referred to throughout subsequent proofing) completed 4850 yards.



Bill's time sheet above





Jim's time sheet above


Step 2. Data standardizing whack No. 1

Numbers clearly have very little meaning by themselves. They need to be placed in meaningful context relative to other numbers. Of all the very important aspects of my critical work, let us not lose sight of how absolutely key this is. Numbers have meaning only in so far as meaning is assigned to them by a knowledgeable mathematician such as myself who has special insights that normal people don't!

By use of a simple time-distance calculator that Bill himself designed on Excel, and which I would gladly post here for uploading by interested parties if I knew how to post it, Bill's 5037.25 yards in 60 minutes translates into a 100 yard pace of 1:11:47.

My own 4850 yards in 60 minutes (actually, it was 59 minutes, 55 seconds, but I will not factor the unused 5 seconds into my analysis here) translates into a 100 yard pace of 1:14.23.

Results after step 1:

Bill's 100 pace = 1:11.47

Jim's 100 pace = 1:14. 23


Step 3. Age establishment

At this point, we move to a crucial next step: age adjustment. To be fair, I shall slice, dice, and generally Cuisinart the data as evenhandedly as I can, applying not one, not two, but three separate additional formulae to our respective paces.

To establish our ages (Bill 39; Jim 57), I do not expect you to take my word for it. I could be lying about how impossibly young Bill is. Or I could be lying about how ridiculously close to the limits of the human life span I am. Or I could be lying about both things.

But I am not.

You can find Bill's Top 10 listings here, where they clearly show he is 39:
http://www.usms.org/comp/tt/toptenin...wimmerID=01JGP

And you can find Jim's here, which just as clearly show that I am 57: http://www.usms.org/comp/tt/toptenin...wimmerID=01JFR

Results after step 2:

Bill's prime of life age: 39

Jim's "why is he not using a walker" decrepitude: 57



Step 4. Age adjustment

A) the American and Finnish formulae can be found here: http://n3times.com/swimtimes/

I will do it "both ways" here: with Bill as the reference swimmer, then with me as the reference swimmer.

Bill's 39-year-old 1:11.47 100 yard freestyle (Finnish formula in parentheses) "aged" up to Jim's 57:

39 1:11.47 ( 1:11.47) 40 1:11.68 ( 1:11.82) 41 1:11.91 ( 1:12.19) 42 1:12.16 ( 1:12.57) 43 1:12.42 ( 1:12.97) 44 1:12.71 ( 1:13.38) 45 1:13.01 ( 1:13.81) 46 1:13.34 ( 1:14.26) 47 1:13.68 ( 1:14.72) 48 1:14.06 ( 1:15.21) 49 1:14.46 ( 1:15.71) 50 1:14.89 ( 1:16.24) 51 1:15.35 ( 1:16.78) 52 1:15.85 ( 1:17.35) 53 1:16.38 ( 1:17.95) 54 1:16.95 ( 1:18.57) 55 1:17.56 ( 1:19.22) 56 1:18.22 ( 1:19.90) 57 1:18.92 ( 1:20.60)

Jim's 57-year-old 1:14.23 100 yard freestyle (Finnish formula in parentheses) "youngered" down to Bill's 39:

39 1:07.22 ( 1:05.82) 40 1:07.42 ( 1:06.14) 41 1:07.64 ( 1:06.48) 42 1:07.87 ( 1:06.83) 43 1:08.12 ( 1:07.20) 44 1:08.39 ( 1:07.58) 45 1:08.67 ( 1:07.97) 46 1:08.98 ( 1:08.38) 47 1:09.31 ( 1:08.81) 48 1:09.66 ( 1:09.26) 49 1:10.04 ( 1:09.72) 50 1:10.44 ( 1:10.21) 51 1:10.88 ( 1:10.71) 52 1:11.34 ( 1:11.24) 53 1:11.84 ( 1:11.79) 54 1:12.38 ( 1:12.36) 55 1:12.95 ( 1:12.96) 56 1:13.57 ( 1:13.58) 57 1:14.23 ( 1:14.23)

Results: of Step 3 (A):

If Bill's pace remains the same, for us to have done "equivalent" swims, Jim's pace should have been 1:18.92 (American formula) or 1:20.60 (Finnish formula.)

If Jim's pace remains the same, for us to have done "equivalent" swims, Bill's pace should have been 1:07.22 (American formula) or 1:05.82 (Finnish formula.)


B) the Chris Stevenson LMSC of Virginia Rating Calculator can be found here:

http://www.vaswim.org/cgi-bin/rcalc.cgi

Note: both our times are horrible for actual 100s, so I took the fastest continuous and easily extractable 1650 (the longest distance Chris's calculator rates) that I could find in our respective 1-hour swims.

Bill said he felt fastest in the middle, so I am measuring his 1650 from the 2000 (24:37) to 3650 yard (43:56) marks, during which he did a 19:19.

My fastest 1650 was probably the final one, i.e. from 3200 (40:01) to 4850 (59:55), during which I did a 19:54.

Let us now enter the respective times and ages, shall we, and see what the calculator expectorates?

Bill's 39 year old extracted 1650 time of 19:19 earns a rating of: 83.4

Jim's 57 year old
extracted 1650 time of19:54 earns a rating of: 87.1


Step 5. Conclusion

Q.E.D.

Jim is better than Bill

Step 6. Even Bigger Conclusion

Bertrand Russell was right. During the past half hour, during which I have thrown myself fully into this complex mathematical proof, I have not been neurotic for even a second. For 30 minutes, at least, I have indeed conquered happiness.

Send me you age and time for any event, and provided it passes my initial screening, I may well be able to prove mathematically that I am better than you, too, in the process conquering even more happiness and eschewing (if this is the right word) even more neuroticism.

--Coming soon: The Kristilynn Asymptote Exposed

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Elegy for the Loss of Speed

Posted January 16th, 2010 at 11:49 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

With FINA's ban today of high tech body suits for masters swimmers, I know that my swimming times will add a bit of time--several decades, actually, per event.

I didn't think this prospect would make me sad, but I find it is, in fact.

Oh, it seems like only yesterday when the Speedo Corporation came out with its kneeskin Aquablades, quickly dubbed "girlie suits" by all the guys on our team, and almost as quickly adopted as our new favorite items of clothing!

But too close to the sun old Speedo's Icarus flew! Too far from girly, too proximate to cheating!

I would write my own elegy for the loss of these suits, the loss of my youth, the sudden emergence of the old man who has long hidden himself with high school times inside these Ponce de Leon raiments!

So instead I shall just quote some lines from Elegists all dead themselves now.

Let us hope that after a while, hedonic adjustments will take place, and that each of us, in our own way, will grow content once more inside our withering, slowing flesh, no longer quick but not yet dead!



From:
Ave Atque Vale

by Algernon Charles Swinburne


XVIII
For thee, O now a silent soul, my brother,
Take at my hands this garland, and farewell.
Thin is the leaf, and chill the wintry smell,
And chill the solemn earth, a fatal mother,
With sadder than the Niobean womb,
And in the hollow of her breasts a tomb.
Content thee, howsoe'er, whose days are done;
There lies not any troublous thing before,
Nor sight nor sound to war against thee more,
For whom all winds are quiet as the sun,
All waters as the shore.


From:
A Reminiscence

by Anne Brontë

Yet, though I cannot see thee more,
'Tis still a comfort to have seen;
And though thy transient life is o'er,
'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been;
To think a soul so near divine,
Within a form so angel fair,
United to a heart like thine,
Has gladdened once our humble sphere.



From

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
by T S Eliot



No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old… I grow old…
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.



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The Rapture

Posted January 14th, 2010 at 09:57 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

If you ever find yourself in the following situation, wasting an entire day alternating between--

--the consumption of red meat;

---puzzling over which dubious expenses go into which suspect category of peri-legal deductions in your Quicken files so as to minimize your tax payments from a cache of money that you do not possess,

--trying to talk people into reading a vlog 28 times in a row, at which point continued reading is likely to become habitual (but oh, how they whimper and beg to be excused those first 27 times!)

If you have done any of these, or anything similar to any of these, and find yourself by day's end in need of a Cure for the Malaise that now defines you--

then you know that The Rapture is not some obscure religious mythology, but an actual event that can be found in the Holy Waters of your local swimming pool.

With thanks to my teammate, Jessie Coppola McKelvey, photographer extraordinaire, who managed to capture my own moment of ascent towards heaven after practice!

The Swimmer's Rapture




(Note: I am pretty sure that is a bubble on my right pectoral area, otherwise I will need to be checked soon by a specialist in AWND, or asymmetrical white nipple disorder, or as we laymen like to call it, "a bad sign.")
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Did He Who Made the Lamb Make Thee?

Posted January 13th, 2010 at 10:52 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

I would like to extend a hearty welcome to my new and potentially vast vlog viewing readership.

A quick survey of my some of my earlier posts might give you the wrong idea about my Nature.

This is a "Kodacolor Print made by the Eastman Kodak Company TM Regis U.S. Pat. Off" of me (or possibly my identical twin brother John, neither of us is completely sure) from "the week ending July 28, 1956."

I (or possibly John) am not quite yet 4 years old.

I don't think I know how to swim yet.

Our mother is of the overprotective school of mothering, as evidenced by the double layer of sink-proof garmentry she has outfitted me (or John) with.

Thank god I never got upended in the Semple's swimming pool, because I don't think I could have righted myself again with this collection of anti-drowning apparatus on.

Note my shoes. Note, in the very distant background, the presence of a golfer. I am pretty sure the background is the 6th hole of the Allegheny Country Club.

Not only was my mother overprotective, but she managed to instill in me a fashion sense and love-hate relationship with the ungraspable Good Life that lasts to this very day.

In any event--and I apologize for going on so long here--no matter what heinousness I may be capable of today, and sadly it appears I am capable of a lot, know that somewhere in the exhausted elastic of my crepe-like skin there still resides this little lad, this little well-protected drowning-proofed bundle of innocence, this cute little dodgie of the Post War and Pre War eras: a smidgen of him still lives!

Now that I think about it, this probably is John.

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Hit Parade

Posted January 11th, 2010 at 11:49 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

Perhaps this is vanity, but I have occasionally been known to check the viewership of my various vlogs, in part to try to figure out what my readers most seem to want to read about.

Then I can give them more of that, currying favor and otherwise sucking up, until I have achieved my lifelong goal of getting a friend somewhere before I die.

Just joking. My identical twin brother John is definitely a friend, and he maintains he is not pretending to like me.

I am off track.

So anyhow, every once in a long while, I will post a vlog that takes on a life of its own. For example, last February 23rd, 2009, I posted a vlog entitled Who's Your Trinidaddian? about the 1650 meet at Carnegie Mellon University. It featured my friend and Pitt teammate, Meera Ramsooksingh, whose parents came to the US from Trinidad.

For reasons that I still don't understand, this vlog has received more hits than any other I have written to date. The margin above and beyond all the others has, until recently, not only been inexplicable but ludicrous. I asked Meera if she had forwarded the link to her mother, who then might have forwarded it onwards to the entire Trinidaddian expatriate diaspora, but Meera claims this did not happen.

She says, if anything, she has done her best to hide the existence of Who's Your Trinidaddian? from everyone she knows.

I should add that there is a picture of Meera holding a sign that reads, "Will Swim for Polish Vodka."

In any event, that vlog has received, as of the latest inventory, some 4807 views. Interested parties can read, or re-read, it here: http://forums.usms.org/blog.php?b=1689

Until very recently, my second place vlog entry has been around 1600 hits, again, astounding, and I do not in any way believe this many people have actually read it. Still, I can't understand why web crawling internet search engine spiders would have focused on this one, either.

However, there is a new vlog entry that is rising even more quickly and inexplicably than my salute to Triniddadians and their love for swimming and Polish vodka.

Since Dec. 22nd's posting of Lost Person Behaviour--only 2 1/2 weeks ago!--this vlog on my tendency to late-night Ambienated scrofulousness has already garnered 3120 separate views. Last night, the figure was 2200, give or take--there threatens to be 1,000 views in a single day!

What gives?

I asked this same question on Facebook, along with a related query--i.e., how to encourage my fans to tithe.

Dave "Chaos" Barra suggested there might be a virus.

Amanda "Chicken of the Sea" Hunt thought that I was clicking on it myself in Ambienated amnesia.

Eney Jones said that she reads it when she can't sleep, implying there might be a legion of insomniacs out there who turn to the words of Jim to lull them into stupor.

Only my friend Bill (yes, Bill-- along with my twin brother John -- are friends, despite the earlier appeals/ploys for sympathy) came up with what might be the real answer: that the combination of Ambien, Zombies, and Tiger Woods, all of which are mentioned in Lost Person Behaviour, may have conspired to put my vlog y into some prominent position in the Google queue.

Thus tonight's vlogging experiment.

Here are some things that I have found myself thinking about today, in enumerated order:

1. mark mcgwire 2. oinkernet 3. ruthie from 7th heaven 4. jejune 5. 8 parts of speech 6. nothing suits me like a suit 7. miep gies 8. brown coakley debate 9. teresa sullivan 10. under the milky way tonight 11. honey west 12. sam s club closing 13. monica malpass 14. the bachelor rozlyn 15. sarah palin fox news 16. jejune definition 17. katie mclaughlin 18. alcoa earnings 19. david gergen 20. ethan embry
Let us see how many hits today's vlog,Hit Parade, generates, shall we?

Jejune this experiment may indeed be; but I very much doubt you will find this kind of content on oinkernet, even if Sarah Palin does end up taking a job there when the Fox News thing fails to pan out and she joins Mark McGwire and, possibly, Teresa Sullivan, Monica Malpass, and the bachelor Rozlyn in the ranks of forgotten disgraces.

If you don't believe me, ask David Gergen, Ethan Embry, or Ruthie from Seventh Heaven.

Oh, I did a 53.35 in the 100 SCY free yesterday, in a Y pool where the shallow end was so shallow that Bill reported hitting his legs on 4 (count them, 4!) SDKs on every shallow-end pushoff in the 200 backstroke. More on swimming tomorrow, that is, if today's vlog does not lead to such an overflow of traffic that the USMS servers must temporarily shut down!

Just in case none of the above triggers the right combination of search term Open Sesame attention, I should add one final item to my recent life. After noting on Facebook that my good friend Amanda Beard had befriended "Heather Hotness" and 29 others, I immediately sent a friend request to Heather Hotness myself.

Heather accepted! I am friends with Hotness! And I think after she see this vlog get over 1 billion individual views, she will even answer my chat overtures. (I asked her "Are you real?" and she immediately logged off.)
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Craigslist Posting

Posted January 8th, 2010 at 11:16 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

pittsburgh craigslist > for sale / wanted > business opportunities

Avoid scams and fraud by dealing locally! Beware any deal involving Western Union, Moneygram, wire transfer, cashier check, money order, shipping, escrow, or any promise of transaction protection/certification/guarantee. More info

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Jim Thornton™ is a nationally respected magazine journalist/brand who/that several tens of people have heard of.

Jim Thornton, the man/hollowed-out husk, (not to be confused with Jim Thornton™, the still robust brand), has, unfortunately, reached a point of linguistic befuddlement where he can no longer execute the demands that come with maintaining the Jim Thornton™ brand.

Despite this, husk Jim Thornton continues to receive assignments and tries his best to execute these. In the past several years, both his wall and skull have come close to complete ruin due to the nearly continuous banging of the two together.

Freelancers, current staff writers, or even aspiring writers interested in purchasing the Jim Thornton ™ brand can look forward to actual assignments. Do not worry that any talent whatsoever will be required once you assume the Jim Thornton ™ brand identity. Jim has spent years lowering his standards and throwing hissy fits with those editors who hire him and demand quality.

At this point, even the slightest ability to put simple sentences together with the occasional period, question mark, or exclamation point in the general vicinity of the end of word chains should be more than sufficient to guarantee any Jim Thornton™ brand-assumer work and kill fees for weeks, maybe even a month, to come.

In the event no reasonable offers are forthcoming, Jim Thornton is also willing to sell his brain to researchers with grants to conduct fMRI scans 24/7 -- or is it 24/8? – on the Swiss cheese yogurt concoction of synaptical mush inside his skullcap.
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New Legal Suit Technology for Men!

Posted January 4th, 2010 at 01:20 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

My talks with industry are going very well indeed.

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Meditations on a Swimming Bubble

Posted January 2nd, 2010 at 10:36 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

Age/ Yearly Miles/ Weekly Average/ Best 100 SCY free / age rating / suit


  1. 46 / 221.11 / 4.25 / 53.68 ... 86.4 Speedo briefs
  2. 47 / 207.78 / 4.00 / 54.42 ... 85.6 Speedo briefs
  3. 48 / 264.34 / 5.08 / 52.09 ... 89.8 aquablade
  4. 49 / 374.77 / 7.21 / 52.46 ... 89.5 aquablade
  5. 50 / 411.77 / 7.92 / 53.02 ... 89.0 FS1
  6. 51 / 390.04 / 7.50 / 52.83 ... 89.7 FS1
  7. 52 / 363.90 / 7.00 / 52.87 ... 90.1 FS1
  8. 53 / 272.42 / 5.24 / 53.97 ... 88.7 FS1
  9. 54 / 373.28 / 7.18 / 52.69 ... 91.4 FS1
  10. 55 / 372.07 / 7.16 / 52.90 ... 91.6 FS1
  11. 56 / 406.70 / 7.82 / 52.86 ... 92.2 B-70
  12. 57 / 330.59 / 6.36 / 54.08 ... 90.7 B-70

Comments:

Greek Olympian and man-god Chris Stevenson posted this age ranking calculator athttp://www.vaswim.org/cgi-bin/rcalc.cgi He includes an explanation for how it works and plenty of cautionary language about why not to take it too seriously, etc.

You can use Chris's brain child to age grade any of your different races in all three courses. But for the sake of this vlog, I decided to just pick the 100 SCY freestyle. If you are getting to the point where your times are starting to plateau a wee bit, you might find this age grading stuff to be a fresh source of motivation.

A couple different factors seem to clearly correlate with my personal swimming performance. The first one that jumps out is the introduction of the first speed suit, the Speedo Aquablade. My time dropped by a little over 2 seconds from the age of 47 to 48, and my age graded ratings jumped from the mid 80s to the cusp of 90--mainly because the norms were probably based on non-speed suit swimmers (thus giving me an artificial advantage once I started wearing one.)

With the FS1, my times also improved relative to my age, and I think part of this was the faster suit, but my training--inspired, I am sure, by times I hadn't done since my young youth--also escalated significantly. The first time I cracked the "90" rating barrier was at age 52 in a FS1. The next year, however, I dropped back to an 88.7 rating in the same suit. The difference seems, that year at least, to be explained by a significant drop in yearly mileage--from 364 to 272. Clearly, the suit matters greatly for me, but training apparently makes some difference, too.

My highest rating of all was a 92.2, achieved last spring at Colony Zones Championships. This was the first meet where I ever wore a B70. The year before, in a FS1, I swam only .04 slower. Was it the faster suit--or the increase in yearly mileage (from 372 to 406) that allowed me to swim a tiny bit faster at age 56 than I had at age 55?

Soon, it seems fairly certain, speed suits of any sort are going to be outlawed. It is hard to know for sure what effect this is likely to have on my swimming performance, but it would be nice to at least discount the psychological change.

So far, at age 57, I have swum the 100 at a couple of our local Y meets, and I've worn my B70 while doing so. It's been a bit disappointing for me because even with this advantage, my best 100 this fall/winter season has been a 54.08, albeit in less than ideal swimming conditions.

Until today's exercise in Big Picture assemblage of personal swimming statistics, I have been dreading to think how truly slow I will become once the suit is outlawed.

But let's say that I do end up adding roughly 2.5 seconds to my 100 post body suit ban. This is about what I subtracted in my 100 time from age 47 to 48 when the Aquablade was first introduced.

I would thus be swimming, say, a 56.5 for the 100 free, which seems to me truly awful. But when I plug this number into Chris's age rating calculator, it cranks out an 86.8. This is almost exactly what I was doing, age-graded wise, at 46, before the speed suits were even introduced.

So it would be just a return to historical norms.

Perhaps this past decade in swimming performance, not just for me but for all who have "benefited" from suit enhancement of their swimming times, will be viewed by future historians as just another bubble of our bubble-bursting era of excess!

And in the meantime, I shall set my sights on breaking 56.5 in jammers!
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Victus in Aughts; Invictus TK!

Posted December 31st, 2009 at 05:57 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

State-dependent memory is a phenomenon that at least partly explains why ones life, when viewed from the perspective of current happiness and triumph, seems to have been always thus; likewise, present suckiness seems to trigger recollections of nothing but former suckiness, thus lending the impression that it's all been a Full Catastrophe from the get-go.


No stranger, me, to state-dependent memory's bamboozling effects in both the up-and-down directions, as well as the full catastrophe's dual nature, for without said catastrophe, would there be any point whatsoever?


It is against this waffling backdrop (Life tastes great! Life's less filling! Tastes great! Less filling!) that I momentarily cast aside the feigned cheerfulness of recent vlogs to assess the Aughts.

My knee jerk analysis here is that the decade between Y2K's unfulfilled promise of global high tech disaster to 2009's unfulfilled swine flu monster plague, and all the pointless if passionate rancor in between, has been the most dispiriting decade in memory.

I'm not much of a reader of literature myself, but every once in a while, I will read something that strikes me as particularly insightful. The following quote, by Louis Ferdinand Celine, seems to my state-dependent-melancholic side to perfectly sum up the past ten years and the effect this has had on me and all my grubby personal aspirations, career and otherwise:

“I didn’t understand. I was being hornswoggled by everything and everybody, women, money, and ideas. I was a sucker, and I didn’t like it. I still run into Musyne now and then, every two years or so she crosses my path, as people one has known well tend to. Two years is the time it takes to perceive at one glance, a glance as sure as instinct, the ugliness that can come over a face, even one that was delicious in its day.

“For a moment you hesitate, then you accept the face as it has become, with its repugnant cumulative disharmony. What can you do but acquiesce in this slow, painstaking caricature which two years have etched, but accept the passage of time, that portrait of ourselves. Then we can say that we’ve really recognized each other (like some foreign banknote that one hesitates to accept at first sight), that we hadn’t taken a wrong turn, that each on his own we’d traveled the right road, the inevitable road to decay, for another two years. That’s all there is to it.”


But then I ask myself, is such a view of the past ten years really accurate? Or is what is actually hornswaggling me not so much money and ideas and all the other literal and metaphorical Musynes of the world, but rather my own sense of X--whatever X might be, character defect or unreasonable sense of entitlement or some other thing that cries out to be filled, or perhaps more accurately, plugged?

If forced to make a list of my personal ups and downs of the Aughts, the former would clearly outnumber the latter. In early 2000, for example, I got to go to the jungles of Ecuador and made it out without being speared by the Taigeri; in late 2009 I got to go blindfolded into the Frank Church River of No Return Wilderness Area and made it out without being disembowled by wolverines.

In between, I enjoyed innumerable other little adventures, and if the price for doing so was to have to write, then rewrite, about these experiences, only an utter ingrate would complain too much. I watched my beloved sons grow into young men, and made a number of wonderful friends--many of them among the incredibly likable ranks of USMS. Along these line, I managed, by fluke of the timing of national meets, to place 4th in the World in a couple FINA masters tabulations (twice in LCM and once in SCM).

Throughout the decade, I suspect I have worried more than perhaps the average fellow that something horrible might happen. But these worries, for the most part--no, for the entire part--have come to naught.

Into every life, some rain must fall--but realistically looking at things, there was no more rain falling in mine from 2000 to 2009 than in any preceding decade.

In fact, were my present (and transiently disconcerting, I admit!) circumstances just a wee bit rosier, I dare say it would be easy to sum up the past decade as the best decade in the history of the world.

Of course, you cannot always be making love to a young Ursula Andress while simultaneously eating a Baby Ruth candy bar and taking a phone call from the National Magazine Awards committee informing you of your lifetime achievement award--or similar set of circumstances that, for me, at least, tends to recallibrate my own state dependent memory in another direction entirely.

Still, there is no reason besides fear itself to imagine that the coming decade will be anything but a new grand adventure for us all, with worries as always but worries that invariably come to naught--a bit of endurance and ability to cope with a bit of pain, the hallmarks of swimmers, to be sure: best wishes for the teens, or whatever the next decade is likely to be called.

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Lost Trove Found

Posted December 29th, 2009 at 08:51 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

When I first got on Facebook, what we young people who text and so forth refer to as a "social networking site," I accidentally replaced what is known as my "wall" with an alternative known as the "advanced wall" or maybe the "super wall" or possibly the "fun wall" or the "amazing wall."

The one benefit of this advanced, super, fun, and/or amazing "wall" was that it allowed you to do cartoons, albeit ones that must be drawn with the mouse.

As regular viewers might note, I have trouble drawing recognizable features, such as, for instance, a squirrel or a gall bladder, under ideal conditions.

Drawing a squirrel or gall bladder with a mouse proved to be exceptionally challenging.

In any event, I did a series of nightly mouse drawn cartoons that required captions to make even a little wee tiny corpuscle of sense.

My beloved brother John collected these together, asked me to provide a capsule description of the cartoon itself and the circumstances under which I drew it, and then posted the entire collection on the web.

Eventually, I realized that none of my Facebook friends had an "advanced" "super" "fun" or "amazing" wall, and thus none of them ever got any of my messages. Nor did they ever respond to me in any way! It was almost as if they were giving me what the prison authorities gave Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky after his arrest for alleged subversion to Tsar Nicholas: i.e., the "silent treatment" where the guards even wore velvet-soled boots!

Utterly ignored for two years -- all the while me thinking it was only because I was pathetically unpopular!

It took quite a while, but finally I figured out how to restore my "wall" without adjectives--or as our British friend SwimStud might say, in his continental way--without sans adjectives.

I have not been able to do mouse drawn cartoons since.

If you would like to befriend me on Facebook, please do a search for James Scott Thornton--my full name, which narrows the possibilities down from 12,842,117 Jim Thorntons to merely 87,423 James Scott Thorntons.

I like to think of myself as The James Scott Thornton, but the use of the article will not refine your Facebook search for me.

Do not worry about befriending an "unpopular" person, whose "unpopularity" might somehow wipe off on you, tainting, staining, and causing to putrefy your own reputation.

I am actually quite the Facebook dandy, if I do say so myself, averaging at least one "notification" per month, and often two. Plus, if you look at the advertisements that adorn the right hand of my "profile," you will be pleased to note that an ever revolving assortment of women appear to be trying to find me, though I do not remember ever meeting these women. If I did, it must have been at a medical convention of incredibly beautiful 20 somethings seeking breast reduction surgery, for this appears to be their one common feature.

But I babble.

Here is the lost treasure trove of mouse drawn cartoons with explicatory subcaptions, rediscovered by me accidentally several minutes before I wrote this word here.

http://www.jrtart.com/Jim/

There are worse ways to spend the end of 2009 than to read and view my lost but found cartoon corpus of work. I am not sure exactly what these worse ways are, but I am certain they exist.
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Fortress Locks

Posted December 26th, 2009 at 07:57 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)
Updated December 26th, 2009 at 08:08 PM by jim thornton

Our dear Leslie is thinking of changing her hair color for the 2010 swimming season. In an effort to help her decide which way to go, I asked my brother to put together a sampling of some of the more fetching colors worn by fashionable women this season.

Please vote for your favorite, and provide a rationale in the comments section below.

To make voting easier, simply indicate either:

  1. Aquamarine/Scope Mouthwash
  2. Lady Carrot Top
  3. Papal Purple
  4. Scott's Turf Builder

Note: to vote, please visit this thread by clicking here:
I think the one thing we can all agree is that all of these colors would look great on our Leslie--she really can't go wrong with any of them.

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