Superior

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I’ve recently noticed a trend of “speak” that has become so increasingly annoying to me, it makes me want to avoid conversation altogether. I’ve been calling it the ‘superior speak.’ Ya know, like when you ask a Starbucks barista for a “black eye” (a black eye, by the way, is a cup of coffee with two shots of espresso in it. Needed to make a Starbucks coffee drinkable. I even ask for a “bold blackeye” or else they’ll add it to that Pikes Place shit they try to pawn off on everyone. OH! Even better? Pikes blonde. As if Pikes wasn’t horrendous enough. Lulz.)

Anyways.

The “red eye” (one shot) and “black eye” are Starbucks speak. Google that shit. I’ve even been told when saying, ‘medium bold coffee with two shots, ristretto’ to just go ahead and say “bold black eye, ristretto.” Hokay, I can do that. But somewhere along the lines of Management (I’m guessing) they’re trying to get away from the secret menu. So now when I say, “bold black eye, ristretto” like a good little customer I get an entire production of the following:

Eye roll, open mouth wide and say, “uhhhhh, a what?” in that way where the ‘at’ in ‘what’ are increased by an octave or two. There is mostly likely some kind of break or stutter also so it actually sounds like this, ‘uhhhh, a, break a, whaat?!’ So what is said is one thing; however; what is meant is, “Dear Ms. Customer, I am no longer acknowledging to know what a Black Eye is and you are a complete dumbass for trying to use that phrase here anymore. I also am so glaringly superior to you that I will do everything in my power to make you feel like an imbecile for even attempting to order that here.” Sincerely, hugs and kisses, your Starbucks barista.

Hey barista girl? GFY. And while you’re at it, demand that additional training so you can understand what it means when someone in the drive through says “WITH CREAM.” See, it means that I want a little cream in my bold black eye. So when you hand it out and I ask if you’ve managed the arduous task of putting cream in a coffee, you completely understand the concept instead of saying, ‘uhhhhh, I’m sure it does’ with another eye roll but then it doesn’t.

I know, I pick on the Starbucks. But they are not the only one’s who do this. Now, it could be a regional thing. I get it a little less in Minneapolis but it still exists. The Seattle area barista’s are usually as efficient and friendly as they come but I don’t go to Starbucks there. In general; however; it’s happening all over, not just at the coffee shop.

First off, if eyes are ever rolled at me, I’m out. It is quite possible the most immature, aggressive form of communication that really only tells me that you have the self esteem of a rock and so need to put down everyone you come into contact with to possible eek out a drop of worth before you go to bed at night. People like that are to be avoided. Especially if I’m giving you money for a goods or a service.

Secondly, the stutter. I know people who stutter. While I never have, I spent ten years in speech therapy classes as a young’n to try to fix other speech issues I had. I don’t think they cured me, I just stopped caring.  Thanks a bunch speech therapist but I’ll take it from here and if people want to make fun of me for the way I talk, I’ll own it. Kthxbye. So to purposely stutter to try to appear more superior than others kinda baffles me. Dramatic stuttering doesn’t make you right, it makes you a tool. Don’t do that.

See, I can be right without being superior and I’ll always assume people want to enter a conversation agreement with just general respect and mirth (the word “mirth” isn’t used nearly enough anymore.) But an eye roll, a deliberate stutter followed by an “uhhhhhhhh” will actually not get you respect. It gets you one less customer/friend/ coach/whatever you want me to be in that moment to you. Cuz peace out YO! You’ll need to play those games with someone else.

So, to recap, Lake Superior in the picture above? Beautiful, dangerous; cold; black; sparkling; frozen; shipwrecks; cliffs; majestic, and worthy of respect on any given day. Superior attitude to make others feel as shitty as you do?

Shitty.

Lying has a kind of respect and reverence to it. We pay a person the compliment of acknowledging his superiority whenever we lie to him.

Samuel Butler

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Friday Jams: J/K

I heard this song in Minneapolis last week when I was there for the Oz man’s district Championship game. They lost, the only loss of the season. Oz was pretty upset…

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…j/k. He had a blast this year. It was cold, very very cold. So grabbing this picture with him while he was hot stepping it to the warm bus was my one shot.

Anyways. The music. I wasn’t a huge fan of the Kongos hit ‘Come with me now.’ Sure I love a good accordion in popular music so that was fun but then the radio played it on every station on the hour, every hour. Blech. Now I guess that I haven’t heard it in a while, I’m enjoying it more.

But “I’m Only Joking” has this beat change throughout the song that’s a lot of fun. It’s challenging and not music city regurgitative bullshit. Sure, it’s a couple years old. Don’t care. It’s my new favorite and has a freaky video to go along with it. Cool.

Enjoy the weekend.

The Kongos, I’m Only Joking.

One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.

Bob Marley

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Powder Plot is Not Forgot; ‘Twill Be Observed by Many A Sot.

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Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologise for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of everyday routine—the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle are celebrated with a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.

There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression.

And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who’s to blame? Well, certainly, there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But again, truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.

I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn’t be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Barack Obama. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.

Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the comfortable notions to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words—they are perspectives. So if you’ve seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest that you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked.

But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.

How will you celebrate Bonfire Night? Americans, it seems, have had enough and they walked to the polls to say so. Will the other party listen? Who knows. Honestly? Probably not. Politicians be politicians.

Anyways.

We will celebrate here. Haggis and neeps and tatties for dinner. Scotch and Stout while we light the  Bonfire afterwards. The memories of the Inverness patriots will be toasted.

And for us, the 5th of November will not be forgot.

True individual freedom cannot exist without economic security and independence. People who are hungry and out of a job are the stuff of which dictatorships are made.

Franklin D. Roosevelt 

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Monday Bacon: What’s The Payout?

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One of the more common occurrences (about even with drunk chicks wanting him to lift them onto his shoulder) of hanging out with the Bigg guy is that people want him to lift things. Like, stones. Or heavy axle’s laying around their gym. Or come and lift at a local event. For free.

When folks (to clarify, by “folks” I mean people having fun. Not the organizers)  in Scotland began asking Matt if he was going to do the Atlas Stone challenge, Matt’s reply was, ‘what’s the payout?’ Cuz sure, he could obviously lift the stone. While fun, it really wasn’t that heavy for him. But if people want a Professional athlete to participate, that Pro athlete will instantly do a risk to rewards analysis and may just decide to sit on the sidelines, smoke their cigar and keep enjoying a beautiful Scotland fall day without any further exertion it took to walk over to the field.

See, when it comes to Strongman, Matt is a competitor rather than a participant. There’s a difference. NOW, if they happened to be the Dinnie Stones then that may be a different story. He’d train (anyone who know’s Matt know’s his grip is probably his achilles heel) for it, hard. And then give it a go. Because sometimes the payout is satisfaction that you gave something difficult a go and maybe found success or maybe didn’t. But to participate in it is good for the soul.

However, when it comes to competition, it’s a different mindset. Competitors train hard for an event or a season of events. Because they want to win. The risk of a torn bicep must be accepted if the Strongman show you’re competing in has a tire flip. The risk for participants? Too high. Silly really. Now, are tire flips silly for fitness enthusiasts? Yes. Very. But I get that it’s fun and different and gives us that ‘badass’ feeling I guess. Dunno. I don’t go for “badass” feeling in the gym. In fact, I think I’m only squatting 50kg today, I’ll have to look. Rarely is recovery/off-season training badass. I’ll save that for the field. Where I compete.

But my first Highlander and Highland Games? I was a participant. I had no idea what I was doing and if not for the help of Ms. Brittney Belle down in Texas and Erin (now) Valenti here in ‘Sconsin, I’d have participated even more poorly than I did (I nearly fell on my arse with the Heavy Weight, I consider that recovery a PR.) When I decided I’d kinda like to do well in this fringe sport, I started working on it but still would consider my first season as participating rather than competing. Success found was spotty and inconsistent, much like my current hammers. But they’re coming.

And through hard work and great coaching, I was able to become a competitor. My risk to reward of tight muscles; seized up spinal erectors; added weight cuz I wasn’t focused on it; sore feet and right hand; and just god-awful tired was high. Go for it. My predictions?

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And it’s worth it. For me. It’s still not as demanding as many sports out there including Weightlifting which I’ll still practice, why not? It’s fun and I’m the tosabarbell invitational world champion and will probably remain so, I should buy myself a trophy.

But in general, I wish more people would ask what the payout is for participating in events. Why are you driving your body into the ground day after day, specializing in one form of training while leaving other very ‘high reward’ training options by the wayside? COUGH*runners*COUGH. Why is it acceptable to tweak or outright hurt yourself in the gym just because someone has talked you into the fact that it’s badass? Being hurt isn’t badass. Not being able to train isn’t badass.

Srsly.

Are you a competitor or a participant? There is nothing wrong with being a participant. Lots of new events (Spartan races, color runs, mud runs that have you leaping into mud water with bacteria in it) have gotten people off the couch and into the gym or at least off the couch. That’s a good thing. The payout is being (hopefully) a little healthier than before. But before you decide that knee’s you can’t walk on; torn apart hands; injured backs from crappy deadlift training is a “price you’ll pay” you better know just how much you’ll get paid. Cuz Ortho Surgeons like their vacations and you’ll be funding them. True story, I’m sure Matt’s ortho misses him. Poor guy.

But today, I’ve decided to take a risk, and wear a new sweater. It was sent to me by a recovering sex addict, Melissa D., who knitted it herself , she said it gave her something to do with her hands.

Stuart Smalley

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