Standby if you are screamish, because this chart over at DNAinfoChicago is rough.
They list all the murders that occur in the city by day. And pictures of the victims.
Standby if you are screamish, because this chart over at DNAinfoChicago is rough.
They list all the murders that occur in the city by day. And pictures of the victims.
Exercise is a big part of my life, I notice every missed work-out. It keeps me grounded and exorcises any excess stress I have. Whenever I hear that someone is depressed, I wonder why they are not out running or biking. There is something therapeutic when your heart is pounding in your ears at 170 beats a minute. You simply cannot be depressed if you are giving your heart – body and soul – to your action.
I like variety so I run, bike, lift weights, do cross-fit, krav maga, spin, and swim. I also work the elliptical trainer as a warm-up before most every gym exercise I do. I’ve also (confession alert) found Pilates quite challenging and rewarding. It has become fashionable to talk of the core (not your beloved Corps, you leathernecks out there) and its benefits to the body. But it cannot be denied, a strong core is critical.
That said, I try not to work out two days in a row. I go every other day, like clockwork. And it may be that this is an effective way to go about business:
The Exercise Equivalent of a Cheeseburger?
New Research Says Endurance Running May Damage Health
Over the last few months, during the endurance-athletics off-season, something extraordinary happened: The line began to blur between the health effects of running marathons and eating cheeseburgers.
“I’m not worried,” says veteran running coach Mark Sullivan, who has run more than 150 marathons, joking that “there are guys who live to be 100 smoking cigarettes and eating cheeseburgers.”
Endurance athletes have long enjoyed a made-of-iron image. But amid mounting evidence that extraordinary doses of exercise may diminish the benefits of modest amounts, that image is being smudged. That extra six years of longevity running has been shown to confer? That benefit may disappear beyond 30 miles of running a week, suggest recent research.
The improved blood pressure, cholesterol levels and robust cardiac health that exercise has been proven to bestow? Among extreme exercisers, those blessings may be offset partially by an increased vulnerability to atrial fibrillation and coronary-artery plaque, suggest other recent studies.
In a funny exercise related story, one of the Pilates teachers told us how she used to teach aerobics and had to remind her students not to scratch their noses when she scratched hers. Now that is a good buncha students. Monkey see, monkey do. . .
A quick link for your early Memorial Day, two West Point grads and Afghanistan vets, Lt. Jason Pak and Lt. Eric Zastoupil and their rehab.
Your relaxed Saturday reading: Welcome to the 09 Lima Program, where native Arab linguists are putting their skills to the test and their bodies on the line for a country they respect.
And two 09 Limas in action, this time in Dari:

Spc. Hafiz Sekendari and Spc. Jahan Acheson talk in Dari with an Afghan border policemen in their office at Forward Operating Base Fenty.
I did not know Pete Sampras was an Afghan border policeman too?
If you have some extra time on your hands and you are pre-disposed towards weapons and news about them, you really should go to the Gun Feed. It’s a site set up like the Drudge Report, but it is entirely based on guns. The top story, on the Tavor X95, is fascinating. And they have all the right advertisers: Glock, the NRA, Wilson Combat, Ruger. Somewhere, buried deep within its exalted pages, is a link to this blog. I have no idea which blogpost is generating the traffic, I just hope it is not this one.
Before you go around bad-mouthing certain members of the Navy, please read (preferably at attention) the below caption:

Hall of fame UCLA basketball coach John Wooden served with the U.S. Navy during WWII from 1942-45 as a lieutenant.
I’m walking a little taller this morning. (BANG, ooowwwww! Nevermind on walking taller, I’m back to walking at the same height.)
Granted, I have not fully researched this, but CSX is donating money to the troops (Wounded Warriors) for all the pushups we do. I did 200 today, but if I had known there was going to be this, I would pushed out a couple more. (#GiveThem10!)
On the NAVYforMoms.com forum, there is a special page for Girlfriends, Fiances, and Wives of Sailors. Some of you salty nautical types (I know) must be thinking: all in one place? This could cause problems, I kinda wanted to keep ‘em all separated…
Just kidding Navy girlfriends, fiances, and wives. That was the old Navy. (And I am not talking about the store.) Us active-duty types are part of the new Navy. Yes, the title of that last link was: New Navy Uniform Could Monitor Sailors’ Pee for Signs of Nuclear Attack just in case you were thinking of skipping it.
We recently had a PRT at our command and there are only 3 or 4 elliptical trainers available for use at our gym. (Go ahead and laugh, I do like to use the thing. And I can test on it!) So of course, the Admiral got in on the first round, and then after that, it is was on a first-to-sign-up basis. I had the second round and as luck would have it, I got the trainer that the Admiral had used. And the man did not sweat one drop! It was his last PRT in uniform and I gave a: good job sir when he finished.
And later, when I was down chatting with the front-office ladies (rule of thumb: always be cordial to the staff, they can make or break you) I happened to let it slip that I took the Admiral’s elliptical after he was done. Of course, I had to exclaim in a voice louder than normal: And the Admiral did not sweat a drop!
The Admiral’s secretary flashed me the oh-no-you-didn’t-just-say-that look, so I turned around. And smiling mutely at me was the Admiral. Still not sweating. Great man, did not say a thing. (He apparently does not sweat the small stuff.) I, on the other had, made it rain. It took a good two towels to wipe down that trainer after I was done with ‘er. As for me and the Admiral, I gave him a perfunctory sir and went about my business. Which was anywhere than the front office.
You would think I woulda learned my lesson. . .
I particularly like how the New York Times spells CIA (C.I.A. – like the Man from U.N.C.L.E.) I also like how they write of Benghazi without mentioning that one little, troubling video.
Courtesy of America’s Sergeant Major, this next story is the millionth reminder of why self-reliance is important. And learning how to use a gun can save your life:
An Oregon woman was told by a 911 dispatcher that authorities wouldn’t be able be able to help her as her ex-boyfriend broke into her place because of budget cuts.
Oregon Public Radio reports that an unidentified woman called 911 during a weekend in August 2012 while Michael Bellah was breaking into her place. Her call was forwarded to Oregon State Police because of lay-offs at the Josephine County Sheriff’s Office only allows the department to be open Monday through Friday.
“Uh, I don’t have anybody to send out there,” the 911 dispatcher told the woman. “You know, obviously, if he comes inside the residence and assaults you, can you ask him to go away? Do you know if he’s intoxicated or anything?”
Time to cross Josephine County off the retirement list.
In life you get what you earn. And today, I did not pass my language test. Granted I am an officer and it is a skill no longer required for my job, I still felt, had I worked harder, I could have passed it. I’ve taken the DLPT sixteen times and only bombed, this time included, three times. I’ve had high scores, but not today. I am consoling myself with the fact that I almost passed after doing very little preparation.
I will say this, the Lance Corporal sitting next to me had his Tagalog up very loudly, but I won’t use that as an excuse. Nor will I complain that he kept shaking my chair. I had to bark at him once to settle down, he was super antsy.
I also had an interesting run-in with the test proctor which proved again how inaccurate the term racist could be. She was a young, Hispanic lady who was very gruff with me. I noticed she was far more pleasant with an Air Force Airman who was taking the Spanish test. He was Hispanic too. I chalked up her surliness to racism against a gringo. When I was going to get my scores, she said something about calling Marine Corps Command to get a waiver to take the test again in three months. (Rather than the traditional six month waiting period.) I reminded her I was in the Navy and suddenly she was quite a bit more relaxed and friendly. So her front had nothing to do with race and everything to do with service. (I was not in uniform, choosing instead to take the test in civvies.)
I’ll get it next time. I’ve hardly practiced my Arabic reading and going through those passages was rough. The reading section is three hours, as is the listening. I felt like I had been thrown under one of these when I was done. Two more languages left…
The Navy just released the Master Chief list. I knew a friend was on it from a text I received yesterday, but it was nice to see additional Shipmates I worked with on the list. The Chief who trained me when I flew made it, as did several other hard chargers. Good folks, only the top one percent of the enlisted corps makes Master Chief.