tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123474732024-03-13T11:40:55.691-07:00A Sloan Family BlogThis is the weblog about and for my family and friends. It is meant to tell an important story, the story of our lives.Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.comBlogger1468125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-82086212346031365832017-06-01T14:14:00.001-07:002017-06-01T20:25:37.146-07:00On being taken downAfter last week's bike crash my first reaction was rage. It happened again<br />
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In the blink of an eye the world changed. I have known this before. The list of sudden unexpected accidents affecting my life include being hit by a train in 1977, my first wife losing her life in a car crash in 1991 and another bike crash in 2004. That 2004 bike crash left my right shoulder permanently dislocated and left me in chronic pain for the rest of my life.<br />
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Vulnerability is a characteristic of life. It's part of life. I remember last Thursday evening laying in the road and screaming, "how could this happen?"<br />
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Of course I already knew the answer. It can happen anytime. In the next moment, it can happen. To anyone, it can happen.Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-72596850014943547652017-05-31T20:29:00.000-07:002017-06-01T20:23:41.350-07:00I went down, fast<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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One week ago tomorrow I was in a serious bicycle crash. I was
accidentally struck from behind by another cyclist. My bike GPS computer
recorded my speed as 23.6 mph when I was jettisoned off my bike and
onto the pavement, landing on my right hip. This came from a blind side. I never saw it coming.<br />
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It took several days to
determine the extent of my injuries. I have four fractures. My pelvis is
fractured in two places, my left wrist is broken as is one of my ribs on
the right side. It has been the most pain I have ever had in my life.<br />
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What hurt the most is, it caused me to miss my brother-in-law's memorial last Saturday. My
sister has cancer and I really wanted to be there for her with my
family. But, what's done is done. Now, I am working on getting back up, slowly.Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-61063686493658900782015-05-17T18:38:00.002-07:002015-05-17T18:41:51.421-07:00Trip to Australia - Day 4: Mar 27, 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today we went on a full day tour to the Blue Mountains, about 1.5 hours out of Sydney. Our first stop was at Featherdale Wildlife Park. Arriving early our tour group had the place to ourselves as we wandered among the kangaroos and all the other animals. Sue pet a Koala!<br /><br />The Blue Mountains and the famous 3 Sisters rock formations were beautiful. We saw the mountains, 3 Sisters, and waterfalls from lots of different lookouts and trails throughout the day. The expanse of the canyons were pretty amazing – it reminded me of the Grand Canyon but full of trees. We enjoyed a nice lunch and met an interesting international couple from Ireland and England on their honeymoon.<br /><br />Tonite in Sydney we made our way over to Darling Harbor. It was a pretty place to walk through with an interesting mix of locals decked out to attend the theater, the local business crowd hanging out after work, and tourists. We enjoyed the great people watching and restaurant choices in a pretty harbor setting.<br />Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-91000118413162338942015-05-17T18:27:00.003-07:002015-05-17T18:36:03.547-07:00Trip to Australia - Day 3: Mar 26, 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</style>This morning our day began with a city tour of Sydney. We
saw the beautiful Sydney harbor from new perspectives including Mrs MacQuarie’s
Chair. Loved seeing and spending time at Bondi beach – it’s amazing to see such
beautiful beaches and surf with wonderful warm water right in a major city. <br />
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In the afternoon we took a ferry to Manly beach. The sites
on the ferry rider were lovely and Manly beach was absolutely spectacular. The
approach from the leaving the ferry, strolling across a bustling pedestrian
walkway, to the picturesque beach and landscape emerging ahead of you was
amazing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Arriving back in Sydney we walked
through the beautiful Botanical Gardens and a very charming part of the city by
Hyde Park.</div>
Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-25293866725464958562015-04-27T08:52:00.001-07:002015-04-29T21:00:32.208-07:00My turn at the pulpit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sunday, April 26, at CSL (Center for Spiritual Living) I gave my Insight Talk.<br />
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It's a feature of the CSL service where a member of the community shares a story of how their spirituality has impacted their lives. I spoke at both the 9.30 and the 11.00 service. I am told it's well worth watching both, they were off-the-cuff (no notes) so each one was slighly different. <br />
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For the 11.00 service, forward to 28.43 minutes into the service and watch until 32.18 when Reverend David starts speaking:<br />
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Click on the following link to set of photos from March 25, 2015---> <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/stevesloan/sets/72157652116102106/" target="_blank">the second day of our trip to Australia.</a><br />
<br />Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-82099345809929987002015-04-25T13:09:00.003-07:002015-04-25T16:40:27.223-07:00Trip to Australia, Day 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Trip to Australia, Day 1 - March 23, 2015<br />
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Amy took us to the San Jose airport to begin our journey with a Southwest flight to LAX. After a long layover we switched to our international flight on Qantas from LAX to Sydney. So glad we upgraded to Premium Economy. The 747 was really impressive. And nice seats, service, great food, champagne, entertainment, and just enough pampering – much appreciated on the 14 hour plane ride. Our first glimpses of Australia were of beautiful rolling green hills and then more and more water as we approached Sydney. Tired but very happy to arrive!<br />
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<br />Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-85016118003104216682015-04-18T09:27:00.000-07:002015-04-25T13:24:28.440-07:00Sue's retirement party<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yesterday was Sue's retirement party. <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/stevesloan/sets/72157649701913224/">More photos are here on Flickr.</a>Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-70861429029275963662015-03-09T10:28:00.001-07:002015-03-09T10:28:55.274-07:00Funny Taekwondo lesson by Madison and Jacob<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/dbYw3om9HYA" width="480"></iframe><br /><br />
This was such a great afternoon!Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-30210419947358373152015-02-15T20:53:00.001-08:002015-02-16T09:28:12.625-08:00Feb. 15, 2015 - Walk in Sierra Azul<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Feb. 15, 2015 it was an amazingly warm winter day. Susie and I drove to the top of Hicks and went for a walk along the Woods Trail, enjoying the wonderful light and the greenery.<br />
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In March 2014 Susie and I made our second trip to Jamaica together. We
spent a day in Miami on the way. We stayed in Couples San Souci in Ocho
Rios, Jamaica.<br />
We made a couple of day trips to Couple's Tower Island, a nearby resort in the same chain, and Dunn's River Falls.
It was an amazing trip and we had a blast!<br />
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<br />Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-53385052012367601982015-02-11T06:13:00.003-08:002015-02-11T07:48:16.115-08:00Our 2014 trip to Mexico<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In December 2014 Susie and I made our first trip to Puerto Vallarta. We stayed at an adults only all inclusive hotel.<b> </b><br />
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Maybe you have heard it to many times, (or maybe you have said it to someone,) "You are too..."<br />
The next word might be one of the following:<br />
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Manly, feminine, mental, dumb, intellectual, feminine, masculine, girly, butch, fat, thin, sensitive, insensitive, negative, optimistic, pessimistic, shy, withdrawn, happy, not happy...<br />
Or, it may be something else.</blockquote>
The point is someone is trying to judge another based upon their own opinion of what they consider "normal." People often like to put labels and categorize others and say what is normal, like they are the keepers of the yardstick of normalcy. Maybe they have had it done to them and have had their own individuality repressed and feel threatened by people not afraid to express their own uniqueness.<br />
In reality, we are all as different as snowflakes or zebra stripes or fingerprints. As long as we are not hurting or oppressing others we should cherish that which makes us unique. We are entitled to having and expressing our own feelings and lifestyles as long as we are not hurting others.<br />
Yes, as individuals we have a right to choose whom to spend time with, our friends, our lovers, our life partners. But, we do not have a right to judge others and/or chastise them for being themselves.<br />
I have a male friend who got emotional and started to cry and another male friend told him to "man up!"<br />
That just rubbed me the wrong way. People have a right to be sensitive no matter their gender.<br />
When I think of this I think of Amelia Earhart who said, "Women must try to do things as men have tried." Amelia Earhart was controversial in her time. (Even I remember when some folks believed it was improper and not "normal" for women to work in men's professions.)<br />
Most enlightened people today know that particular sexist attitude is incorrect. Yet, I have heard men who think of themselves as enlightened (and even women working in male dominated fields) complain of men whom they judge as not being masculine enough. Hey folks, even though it's different, it's the same thing. It's sexism folks.<br />
Popeye got it right! Let people be themselves.Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-21692219340902411062013-05-03T18:00:00.000-07:002013-05-03T18:00:03.033-07:00Life and Loss<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marie being given Easter candy on Easter - April 15, 1979.</td></tr>
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This day is an anniversary. It’s an anniversary of a loss, the loss of a best friend; my friend Marie had an unexpected heart attack and died on this day in 2009. She was 55.<br />
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I know I am not alone in suffering loss, it is one of the things we all experience. Suffering, after all, is the first of the noble truths. All forms of life are impermanent and constantly changing, we constantly have to let go of that which we love. Loss is suffering. People pass from our lives in many ways. As universal as loss is, I also think all looses are unique. Like fingerprints; we all have fingers, but each fingerprint is unique.<br />
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My parent’s died in my 20’s, my first wife in my 30’s, my sister in my 40’s and Marie in my 50’s. Yet, I know folks who have had a lot worse. I know folks who lost children or who had their families decimated in war and the holocaust.<br />
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As I write this the Grateful Dead song, Ripple is playing on the stereo:<br />
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There is a road, no simple highway, <br />
Between the dawn and the dark of night, <br />
And if you go no one may follow, <br />
That path is for your steps alone.</blockquote>
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Loss, experiencing and dealing with loss, is a part of life. We all are wounded and some wounds never heal. That reality is common even if each loss, like each love, is unique. We all die; but love endures. The love that is in our hearts is eternal.Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-37328773695189890642013-04-30T12:02:00.001-07:002013-04-30T13:46:49.506-07:00Compromise and MarriageCompromise is the way adversaries come to mutual terms of understanding. In my opinion it is an adversarial process. When I here people say, "marriage is about compromise" it rankles me. Compromise, to me, is about competition. When you compromise you agree to find a balance of winning and losing. To me marriage is about cooperation, being on the same team. One person's problem is both people's problem. You don't compromise in a marriage. You build and work together. You are the team. Your goal in a marriage should be to both win, not to find a balance of winning and losing.<br />
This process may involve compromise; but it's a win-win process - it's not what marriage is about. Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-24961800363727418852012-09-09T10:18:00.002-07:002012-09-09T13:29:28.317-07:00Maria<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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My wonderful, wonderful friend. Maria.</h2>
Maria was my neighbor in Patterson, CA, then population 8,000, in the early 1990s. She was then a single mom with three young sons of her own. My first wife Candy used to babysit Maria's sons. Maria and Candy had been friends. After Candy died, in April 1991, I was suddenly a single father with a 180 mile, four hour a day, commute from Patterson to San Jose and back.<br />
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Maria became a huge part of my life. She watched my sons, drove my cars, took the kids to school and came and went in my house right up until I moved to San Jose. We were best friends.<br />
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Maria would walk in the front door without knocking, that was normal for us. Sometimes she might just walk in and borrow my muffin pans and leave. Other times she would come over with her three boys and she and I would make dinner together with our combined six sons. Like a big family we would all hang out, talk and laugh until bed time for the boys.<br />
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She is a wonderful, lively woman. Everybody in Patterson, knew Maria. She has this amazing outgoing down to earth personality that makes folks want to get to know her. Plus, she has this infectious laugh that I could hear from my house, about 200 feet from hers, on warm summer nights when all our windows were open.<br />
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Until I met Sue, Maria was the lady of my house. When I met Sue, and Maria met Mike, the family expanded to include our partners and Mike's son Gene.<br />
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Leaving all that behind was the hardest part of moving from Patterson to San Jose for me. But, we still remained close friends. Maria did Susie's hair at both our wedding and my middle son Jeff's wedding. I photographed Maria and Mike's wedding.<br />
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The funny thing is; I always thought I got the better end of the deal and felt sad that I was not able to give back to her and her kids anywhere near as much as she gave to me and mine. Now, 20 years later, all the boys are grown men. My older sons are now the age I was then.<br />
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It was not until September of 2012, when Sue and I went to Maria's youngest son Nick's wedding, that her sons expressed how happy they were to see me and how much I had helped them and how much my sons and our big crazy patched together family we had then still meant to them now. My heart melted and I was in tears.<br />
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I could not have made it back then, as a single dad, without my female friends; especially Maria. I love her and always will.Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-7879709405452683152012-09-08T08:16:00.003-07:002012-09-09T11:06:35.407-07:00Halfway to my goal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Some of my friends do not know this, but I used to be 325 pounds. That was around 25 years ago. I started loosing weight as a life choice, literally. The key to me for loosing weight was not just going on a diet and exercising, it was looking inside and coming to grips with the issues that led me to gain the weight in the first place. I had to ask, "why had I chosen to gain the weight?"<br />
That is why most diets fail I think. I think many people, such as me, choose unconsciously to put a layer of insulation as a shield between themselves and the outside world. I remember after I lost the weight feeling terribly exposed and vulnerable; even physically cold.<br />
I remember back in the early 90's, even before the death of my first wife in a car accident, feeling like I was transported to a strange planet. The easy thing to do would have been to go home, to food. Frankly, it was very hard not to. For awhile, especially after the car accident, I was a loose cannon.<br />
Now, here and today: This time my goals are smaller. I am halfway to shedding 34 pounds. But, the process is similar. Because, you see, it is not about how many pounds you have or about eating less and exercising more. That is the process, the tool. In my opinion what you are really doing is changing your life, becoming a different person, recreating your identity and sense of self.<br />
Lacking that, I believe most diets are doomed to fail. Because, I think, they miss the point. It's easier to change your diet than to change yourself.Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-75367735752767411982012-06-12T11:23:00.001-07:002012-06-12T11:25:37.131-07:00Old People's Music<p>Recently I spent a couple of days chasing trains and doing photography with my 12-year-old grandson Cazden. We were driving home from Sacramento in the evening and we were both kind of zoned out. I asked Cazden if he would mind if I put on some music. He said, "gramps, what kind of music do you listen to?" I answered, "old people's music."</p>
<p>He accepted that as a very logical answer. So, I started playing the Grateful Dead on my iPod plugged into the car stereo. I guess I was waiting for him to say, "Gramps, that's not old people's music!" But, he never did.</p>
<p>I guess looking at it from his perspective, <i><b>The Grateful Dead IS old people's music.</b></i></p>Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-84152884968186860162012-01-07T19:08:00.000-08:002012-01-07T19:28:17.930-08:00Steve's Vegitarian Tofu Chili<br />
Sauce<br />
<ul>
<li>12 ounce beer (amber or dark ale preferred)</li>
<li>1 14-18 oz can of tomato sauce</li>
<li>Veggie broth to thin if needed</li>
<li>One 28 ounce canned whole, crushed or diced tomatoes, with liquid. </li>
</ul>
Spices<br />
<ul>
<li>3 tablespoons of chili powder (good chili powder makes all the difference in the world)</li>
<li>Salt and pepper to taste (less is more, none may be best)</li>
<li>1/2 teaspoon of ground cumin</li>
<li>Bay leaf</li>
<li>optional: 1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper (if you like it hot, I prefer to leave this out)</li>
</ul>
Content<br />
<ul>
<li>14 to 20 ounces (like a pound) of firm tofu cut into small cubes, like 1/4 inch sized.</li>
<li>One cup of fresh sliced mushrooms (canned or reconstituted dried if you must)</li>
<li>One green or red or red bell pepper</li>
<li>Two 14-18 ounce cans of beans. one of kidney beans, one (cooks choice) drained and rinsed (for your partner's sake).</li>
<li>One yellow onion diced </li>
</ul>
Misc<br />
<ul>
<li>3 or so tbsp Olive oil</li>
<li>3 cloves, or a generous tablespoon, of minced garlic (more is more)</li>
</ul>
<b>Procedure:</b><br />
In about a five quart pot, like a dutch oven, pour your sauce ingredients, except the broth, and let them start heating up. Add your spices your dutch oven (or other pot) and let it come to a simmer. Meanwhile prepare your content items by slicing, mincing, dicing and doing all the needed cutting. In a frying pan, over high heat, saute your tofu in the olive oil and the garlic for about three minutes. Then, add it to your dutch oven (or other pot) where your sauce is simmering. Repeat this procedure with your onion, you may want to reduce the heat, and saute in more olive oil until onion is just translucent and add it to your sauce. Repeat this procedure with your pepper, you may want to reduce the heat,
and saute in more olive oil until pepper just gets some black marks and is softer. Again, add it to your sauce. Now add in your beans. If it's too thick add veggie broth to thin to desired consistency. Simmer for an hour, with occasional stirring, scraping the bottom and turning things over.Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-50271494437648083732012-01-06T13:58:00.000-08:002012-01-06T17:03:02.302-08:00Another trip around the sun<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_116681334" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3rokXAulQFE/TwdtVEc1L8I/AAAAAAAAAzo/YpnAFrBZXxo/s400/2011122602_015.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas Eve at Steve and Luci's</td></tr>
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So here we are, another trip around the sun is complete. What an interesting trip it is. It's always changing. Nothing stays the same, does it?<br />
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Here is how the last trip around the sun ended for my family and I. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stevesloan/sets/72157628578910805/" target="_blank">Click this to see our collection of holiday 2011 photos.</a>Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-11561293484437896062012-01-05T17:05:00.000-08:002013-01-01T13:25:38.762-08:00My Cycling Manifesto<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69_9-Z0i0hI/UONQIKgXd8I/AAAAAAAAA6g/40S_N5UXBvU/s1600/2012112803ph_005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69_9-Z0i0hI/UONQIKgXd8I/AAAAAAAAA6g/40S_N5UXBvU/s320/2012112803ph_005.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My new Gunnar purchased Nov. 2012.</td></tr>
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As I look into the new year and where I want to go with my cycling I have been looking at what worked last year, what didn't work, my successes, disappointments, and where I want to go with my riding in the future. To do that I have decided to write a manifesto to shape my approach to the bicycle.<br />
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I plan to add to this blog post over time.<br />
<b><br />Here is my cycling manifesto:</b><br />
<ul>
<li>A bicycle is a tool, and it is more than a tool. It is both and each. And, it is more. A bicycle is:<ul>
<li>Transportation.</li>
<li>A toy that can transport us back to our childhood. </li>
<li>A statement that health matters.</li>
<li>A statement that the environment matters.</li>
<li>An object of functional art and craftsmanship, an aesthetic.</li>
<li>An extension of oneself, of being one with the machine and the road. </li>
</ul>
</li>
<li>It doesn't matter how far or how fast you go. No matter how far or how fast you go, there will always be people who go further and faster.</li>
<li>Finishing first does not matter, neither does finishing last. The last rider who completes the ride finishes ahead of everybody who didn't even try.</li>
<li>It is not worth doing if you do not enjoy it. Contrary to popular belief there is no direct relationship between pain and gain. Pain is pain and gain is gain. No pain is no pain. It is okay to stop when it hurts. It is possible to achieve without hurting.</li>
<li>Low gears are good things, REALLY low gears are great things. Sacrificing low gears for the sake of having high gears is silly. If you spin out your top gears going downhill you can always coast. If your gears are not low enough going uphill you are walking, or worse if you stand up and push a really high gear and break a crank, or pop your knee, you will not be riding at all and may be badly hurt. </li>
<li>Cycling with friends is good. Cycling alone is good. They are just different types of good.<ul>
<li>Supported rides, like tours or event centuries, are only fun if you have a dedicated riding buddy or buddies. Carrying food is no big hassle. If I am going to ride alone I see no point in paying to do so.</li>
<li>When I am riding with a friend, or friends, we ride as a group and stop as a group because we are riding to be together. Being together is the point!</li>
<li>The best part of riding alone is not needing to suit anyone but yourself. Stopping to take a picture inconveniences nobody. The best part of riding together is being able to be together.</li>
</ul>
</li>
<li>A bike should be as reasonably light as reasonably possible but it MUST be as strong as it needs to be, to be safe and dependable. Safe and dependable are more important considerations than light and fast or pretty.</li>
</ul>
Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-74475074057459845002012-01-05T10:26:00.000-08:002012-01-05T10:26:48.250-08:00Resolution 6 - Be more mindful<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Mindfulness is the aware, balanced acceptance of the present experience.<br />
It isn't more complicated that that.<br />
It is opening to or receiving the present moment, pleasant or unpleasant, just as it is,<br />
without either clinging to it or rejecting it.</blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<i>~Sylvia Boorstein</i></blockquote>
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I think we are in crisis of mindlessness in our society. We keep coming up with ways to distract us from the world around us. We have distracted eating, distracted driving, distracted working, and we have even come up with ways to distract ourselves from our friendships. We have invented social media tools to distract us from having real human relationships. We teach our kids at an early age to not look out the window as we drive our car, to not talk with or engage with the people around them and to instead consume a constant stream of commercial media. That becomes their reality.<br />
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Is it no wonder our kids have attention deficit and can't communicate in the real world anymore? It is my last last resolution to be more mindfully a part of the real world, embrace what I am doing, what others are doing, what is going on, to unplug, tune in, and to embrace the real analog world that is here, now and tangible. Each moment is unique and there are no ordinary moments.Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-69168563634966285032012-01-04T09:12:00.000-08:002012-01-04T09:15:06.977-08:00Resolution 5 - Shoot more filmI resolve to shoot more film in 2012. Why, because I like to. It's a hobby after all - so that is all the justification I need. It's also becoming a lost art. Less people are doing it. Fewer historical moments are being captured on this relatively archival medium. After all, we still have pictures from the civil war available that were captured on the medium. It is a fading art and I want to keep doing it. At least until I am dead, or I can't get film anymore and my 100 foot rolls in my freezer are used up.<br />
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Until then: you can have my film cameras when you pry my cold dead fingers off the shutter release.Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-24608954491484750822012-01-02T21:49:00.000-08:002012-01-02T22:11:09.099-08:00Resolution 4 - Learn to cook with TofuI am trying to cut back on animal and processed fats. I have had too many friends die at young ages from heart attacks and have struggled too long with obesity myself. This will not guaranty I won't die at a young age from a heart attack, but this and exercise, is among the things I can do. Besides, I will not be missing that much. I do not need all that cholesterol. I don't even like the way eating too much of that greasy food feels! Thus, I am embracing some vegetarian options.Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347473.post-77250744536310536462012-01-01T11:06:00.000-08:002012-01-01T11:06:27.873-08:00Sue's Eggplant ParmesanIngredients<br />
<ul>
<li>4 cups vegetable oil (Wesson oil) or olive oil</li>
<li>3 medium-large eggplants, peeled and thinly sliced (about 1/4" thick)</li>
<li>3 -4 eggs, beaten</li>
<li>4 cups Italian seasoned bread crumbs</li>
<li>6 cups pasta sauce</li>
<li>1 (16 ounce) package mozzarella cheese, shredded</li>
<li>1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese</li>
</ul>
<br />Directions <br />
<ol>
<li>Fill a large skillet with about 1/4-inch of oil, heat over medium heat heat until hot. </li>
<li>Working with 1 slice at a time, dip eggplant in egg, let excess drip off, and then dip in bread crumbs until evenly coated. </li>
<li>Fry eggplant, turning over once, until golden brown on each side. Set aside until all eggplant is fried. </li>
<li>Preheat oven to 350 degrees. </li>
<li>Layer eggplant in a 9x13 inch baking dish.<br />Spread thin layer of sauce to cover the bottom of baking dish. Place a layer of eggplant slices in the sauce.<br />Sprinkle the eggplant with generous amount of parmesan cheese, sprinkle shredded mozzarella, and add a thin layer of sauce.<br />Repeat. Ideally, end up with 3 layers of eggplant. </li>
<li>Bake for 35 minutes, or until sauce is sizzling around the edges of the dish. </li>
</ol>Steve Sloanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13606588621484797870noreply@blogger.com0