The Stairway to Relief is Located in Chinatown

Several years ago, I was diagnosed with allergies to cat dander, pollen, and dust mites.  Starting in college, each September 1st brought a sinus infection.  Once I moved to Boston, both September and March 1st brought a sinus infection.  Fortunately, my allergies aren’t nearly as bad as Hollie’s.  Still, ugh, what a pain.  For the past year and a half, I’ve been taking one Claritin per day and have been (relatively) allergy free.  Yahoo!  Still, it’s a bother to take a pill every single day.

I’ve heard of various different allergy treatments that ‘cure’ an individual of their allergy and it’s finally time to get started!  Now is the right time to ponder how much trust should anyone should bestow in their colleagues.  Would you take a recommendation for a beer, a restaurant, or perhaps a financial consultant?  Of course!  But, would you trust them to recommend a Chinese Acupuncturist armed with a limitless supply of needles?  Eh, why not!?  I’m game.  Let’s try acupuncture!  Off to Chinatown we go! 
As you can see, my faith in my colleagues was put to the test relatively early in the experience.  Still, I pressed forth.

Once inside the temple of doom, I learned my fate.  Sigh.  My qi is blocked.  Yup.  My qi.  Another sigh.  My liver meridian is lacking balance and is easily agitated (hence the allergic reaction).  Further, an imbalance in my stomach meridian is causing me to store stress in my jaws(!).  The man in the white coat prescribed two months of acupuncture (starting immediately) and three diet changes:

1. Replace water with lemon water
2. Replace coffee with special tea
3. No dairy

The diet changes are easy.  They’re closer to a continuation of my recent diet than anything else.  I was sweating the acupuncture, though.  I did it anyhow.  I ended up with about 30 needles.  I couldn’t feel some of the needles.  The other, however, felt exactly like having a needle driven into my body.  Go figure.  There was a tie for the worst needle.  It was either the one in the webbing of my two littlest right toes or the one that went in the front muscle of my left shin.

So what do I have to show for it?  Puncture marks on my face and an appointment for next week!  I’m totally skeptical but will give it a fair shot.  If this doesn’t work, I might try the western type of medicine (and needles).

Honey, I Shrunk the George

Meet the Georges: George Senior (larger, of metal) and George Junior (smaller, of leather etc).

One, the namesake for our weekend getaway, bares the pleasure of Nantucket year round.  The other, a warm memento of days gone by, is destined for Back Bay.  This was a great weekend; the stuff from which legends are made: great weather, a new hotel, and an agreement that neither of us would check our e-mail.

We were expecting this to be a quiet weekend but the Cranberry Festival, Columbus Day holiday, and unseasonably warm weather ensured that the streets were crowded and all the stores would be open for business.   The White Elephant was a new hotel for us.  We stayed in The Residences which are really just a failed condominium project.  We liked the quiet of the detached location that is still within reach of the hotel room service and other amenities.

We never run out of things to do on the island.  We tried a new (to us) deli, rented a Jeep, hit the beaches, ate our fill, and helped the economy live another day.  Our favorite roadside find was the Salt Meadow Antiques stand on the side of Union St.  It turns out that Tony Mello, 87, was a mechanic in the US Army Air Force during World War II.  And with that, the door was open.  The four of us talked about the WWII literature that we’ve read, Tony’s experiences, and that which I have uncovered about my Granddad’s.  We shot the breeze with Tony and Tom for at least 30 minutes and finally purchased a handmade whale piece.  Tony creates pieces using the barn wood that’s located only a short distance from the roadside shop.  He’s responsible for keeping the inventory full while Tom runs the business.  We had to laugh because the cost of this original one-of-a-kind piece was $50 and came with a cool story.  Conversely, everything sold along the strip is 1000% more expensive…and made in China.

My Ancestry.com

In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve taken a recent liking to Ancestry.com. I’ve dabbled in years gone by, but it wasn’t until November 2010 that I started taking it more seriously. The thought of lineage intrigues me. It’s hard to comprehend that Hans Meisel lived from 1531–1586 in the Bayern region of Germany and that I’m related to that guy!

Hans Meisel
Stephan Meisel
Barbara Meisel
Andreas Pfaffenberger
Johannes Pfaffenberger
Johann G Pfaffenberger
Johann P Poffenberger
John Poffenberger
Daniel Poffenberger
William Poffenberger
Fannie May Poffenberger
Great Granddad
Granddad
Dad
Me

1531! One thousand FIVE HUNDRED thirty one! FIFTEEN THIRTY ONE! That’s 480 years ago. That’s closer to William Wallace than it is to William Clinton. In 1531, Henry VIII was the king of England. In 1531, the Church of England had not yet been formed.

Staring into the annals of Ancestry.com is one way to track my lineage. The more trustworthy way is to pack a bag and head for Maryland. I always knew that there were loads of family pictures sitting in Mom & Dad’s possession but, until Wednesday, I didn’t have a real understanding of just how much stuff there was. Dad and I spent a day and a night sifting through some of Dad’s family history. The pictures are wildly fascinating. Here’s one of my favorites. Granddad loved to talk about this softball team. Can you find him? …I’ll put the answer at the end of the post.

Photos weren’t the only thing that we researched. We also found a Thomas genealogy book (which is a HUGE help), numerous newspaper clippings, and meticulous handwritten notes that document the historical significance of each piece. There's the mirror, for example, from the living room in the Line household. Clellie Line’s claim to fame is that she was born in a farmhouse on the Antietam battlefield during the Battle of Antietam. General McClellan was using the Line farmhouse for his own personal quarters during the battle (hence Clellie’s namesake). And then there's the phonograph.  I don't think anyone knows what to do with this...but you've got to admit that it's one of the cooler things you've seen.

At the end of the day, I walked away with about 50 new people in my family tree, portraits for even more, and far more accurate dates for each member's major life events. I hope that I can return someday soon to continue to digitize the collection of our family archives. There’s still A LOT left to scan, transpose, photograph, and document.  When the project is complete, I have a feeling that I might be headed for a road-trip.  A pilgrimage of sorts, to visit those places of gerations gone bye.

Answer: second row, second from right

They Can't All Be Winners

Living in Boston makes it really easy for us to catch a Red Sox game.  We had tickets for two games this season.  Our first game, against the O’s, went according to plan.  We always enjoy going to Fenway, but this one, against the Rays, didn’t quite end in our favor.

The Sox are in a slump.  That’s an understatement.  Their lead in the AL East has evaporated and the Wild Card position is becoming too close for comfort.  The pitching has gone to crap and the defense is looking sloppy.  Fortunately, the offense continues to put up big numbers.  If it weren’t for the offense, we’d be in MAJOR trouble.

Wifey and I had real good seats.  We were directly behind home plate.  There’s a net that protects us from foul balls.  The net adds an extra element to the ballgame that was certainly lost on me until today.  See…the net ensures that this is the least likely place in the ballpark to catch a ball.  Even the best laid plan can go awry.  There’s a small gap between the top of the net and its anchors located above and behind our section.  Upon occasion (3-4 times per game), a foul ball will funnel along the net, find the gap, and drop to the hoping fans below.  When this happens, the fans within the vicinity go bonkers.  It’s really kind of fun.  If you’re ever watching a Fenway game on TV and hear random cheers following a ball fouled straight back…guess what!?  The ball found its way down to an unlikely recipient.

Real good seats aren’t quite great seats.  Here’s a pic of our favorite seats above the Green Monster.

Although the Sox lost, the day was not!  During the early innings, a woman came around and offered to take our picture for a souvenir.  We declined, but the father & son in front of us did not.  Later in the game, the woman came back and gave the photo to the duo.  The Dad put it under his chair.  It turns out that this was the only picture of both Ali and I that night.  Can you see us trying to escape identification in the background?

***** UPDATE – September 30, 2011 – UPDATE *****

Well, that sucked.  I was at a marketing conference in Portland, OR during last night’s Sox – O’s game.  The wildcard all came down to the last game of the season.  There were a limited number of scenarios and the Red Sox were in control of their destiny.  During the sixth inning, I left for dinner in high spirits.  The Sox were up by one run and the Yanks were beating the Rays by seven.  Imagine my surprise when I returned home to learn that the O’s beat the Sox and the Rays beat the Yanks.  …precisely the wrong combination of events.  This is a tough pill to swallow.  The ESPN analysts are calling it the most exciting day in baseball history.  Ugh.

Vroom Vroom

The Baltimore Grand Prix is officially my second car race. My first was a NASCAR race at Richmond International Raceway with Troy circa '03. I highly recommend a car race to anyone.

For this race, it's hard to believe that it is in Baltimore. Casually remarking, "the race is in Baltimore" is unbefitting. A more realistic statement of fact would be "the race IS Baltimore." By the way, for those like me, who were uninitiated...it's not a "track", it's a "circuit".

I took an unofficial poll of Baltimore residents. I asked them to describe their sentiments towards the race. Unfortunately, their responses should not be repeated. However, to us, the race was awesome and we spent a lot of money. I'm sure that will make someone happy.

We arrived on Saturday during the practice laps. The sound of the cars is the first thing to hit you. They sound like very very angry, large, fast wasps. Due to the perimeter fence around the circuit, we were required to check-in to the race premises before we could get to our hotel. It's exciting to stay at a hotel inside of the circuit. Apparently we just missed the wreck that had everyone talking for the rest of the weekend. Glad to see that everyone was OK.

Our hotel was adjacent to the chicane after turn 12. The chicane was literally right outside of our doorstep. Our room was on the 14th floor facing the harbor.  We saw all of the long straight away, turn 6, and the first 6-10 paddocks in pit row. We couldn't have asked for a better view. We considered watching the whole race from the comfort of our room. This will not do, however, I have a date with destiny.

What a difference a day makes! Just to think, this time last week, I was watching every calorie and worrying about the final weigh-in. Not any more! This weekend was about having fun and indulging all of those food cravings that I've ignored since June. Our hotel was steps away from a huge group of food vendors. I was poised for greatness.

My strategy was simple: sample many different dishes but don't overload on any one of them. To make additional room, I decided not to eat any bread. I nearly jeopardized my entire mission with the first contestant: crab pretzel. Fortunately, willpower prevailed. I ate most of the crab and only a few bites of pretzel. After the crab pretzel, I found my rhythm. Boog's BBQ, Gyro, Pulled Pork #1, Cinnamon Almonds, and Pulled Pork #2. I topped it all off with some of Ali's chicken cheese steak.

Satisfaction. Delight.

Our grandstand seats were along the outside of turn 10. At this point in the circuit, drivers are decelerating from 150 MPH in preparation for the 90 degree turn12. Awesome.

There weren't any bad wrecks during the race.  Someone got sideways going through the hairpin and caused a long caution flag and a temporary parking lot.  Gridlock in Baltimore city...sound familiar?

I Best my COLLEGE Weight

This first day of September in the year of our lord 2011, marks the conclusion of my weight loss challenge.  This is a good day.  After 81 days of grueling work and dedication, I am proud to announce that I've lost 25.2 pounds!

This challenge was conceived over dinner on June 12 of this summer.  Wifey and I were revelling in the most exotic dinner of our lives (sea erchant, bone marrow, and the like), when she wagered that she could get me below 200 lbs by September 1st, 2011.  Being the fervent supporter of Wifey that I am, I eagerly accepted the challenge as I gulped my last bite of freedom (ox tail, if you must know).

Over the next 2.5 months, we drastically reduced the amount of carbohydrates, soda, red meat, cheese, and salt that I was eating.  In total, I approximate that I reduced my caloric intake to 1700-1800 calories per day.  Most of the weight loss came from diet alone.  I began adding exercise during the second half of the challenge.  In any given week, I would run 5-6 miles 3-4 times per week.

Every meal and exercise were tracked in our Food Log. Then, each and everyday, I stepped on the scale for the daily progress report.  Here's what my weight chart looks like.  You might notice that I started at 221.4 lbs and finished at 196.2 lbs.  That's total weight loss of over 25 lbs!

Can you spot the weekends?  ...the biggest peak was Lake Placid.  ...another doozy was the Man U - Barca game.

For some added perspective:

• My heaviest weight ever was 230 lbs
• In college, I was listed at 190 lbs but I'm pretty sure I never got below 200 lbs
• At my wedding, I weighed 213 lbs

When I finally rolled-back into the lower century, Wifey and I started getting really excited.  It was fun to see the numbers on the scale get lower and lower.

It really helped to have a partner in this crime.  One of my stipulations was that Wifey couldn't ask any more of me than she asked herself.  To that end, she also reduced her calories, exercised, and ultimately lost over 12 lbs!  If I ever eat one more spoonful of Greek Yogurt, it will be too soon.  Our normal diet included:

• Breakfast: scrambled eggs, yogurt, blueberries, and a banana
• Morning Snack: two apples
• Lunch: baked turkey (sliced), broccoli and other assorted veggies
• Dinner: poultry, pork, or fish with steam veggies

Once the exercise portion kicked in, I also started eating mixed nuts in the afternoon.  Fortunately, I didn't need to stick to this regimen seven days a week.  On the weekends, Wifey would loosen the requirements and allow for Sunday Slices in the Garden and/or a home cooked steak dinner.  Did I mention how much I like Beacon Hill Chocolates?

I've been looking forward to this day for quite some time.  And now that I'm free from the challenge, I'm tempted to go bonkers this weekend.  Can I get a Big Mac!?

Irene, Irene.

As Irene drew near, so did Paint-a-Palooza.  Wifey and I decided to use our hard earned vacation time to paint the master bedroom AND stain the corner entertainment center.  Preparations began on Friday morning, painting commenced on Friday afternoon, and staining followed shortly thereafter.  When all was said and done, the bedroom is in tip-top shape and we survived Irene.  Here's the before pic.

We recently resigned our lease for an additional year. Part of our decision to stay for another year included an agreement to make the apartment comfortable (to our standards).  With that in mind, we repaired the walls and initiated our rebellion against the institutional color palettes of yesteryear.
Maybe it was the tension caused by working in a small space for 36 hours, maybe it was sleeping on the couches for 2 nights in a row, or maybe we were just tired of painting.  Whatever it was, we decided that we were content with only replacing the wall and ceiling colors. We decided that we liked the color of the molding MORE than the planned purpley color.  Considering the Renaissance era molding along the baseboard and 12' ceiling, this decision probably saved us 8 hours of work.  Here's what the room looked like as we were putting it back together.  Funny how we didn't realize how bad the curtains are until after painted.

After we were done painting, our attention turned the oak entertainment center that we purchased in 2005.  Upon occasion, I've been reminded that, at the point of purchase, I promised to save money by staining the piece myself (an approximate $150 value).  (Un)fortunately, the day of reckoning hath arrived.  We finally stained the piece and are very happy with the results.

While we were finishing the painting/staining, Tropical Storm Irene rolled through Boston.  We got a lot of rain and wind BUT, were left relatively unscathed compared to the initial projections and the flooding that continues in Vermont.  The worst damage we saw was in the Public Gardens. We lost a large very old tree that had been camping directly opposite the Cheers bar.  If you've been to Boston, there's a strong likelihood that this tree is in one of your photos!  This tree fell down and blocked all 4 lanes of Beacon Street. It's sad the think that this tree has been around for over 100 years.  Within just a couple hours, the city had come and cleared the obstruction.