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Mariners pitcher Brian Holman came up one out short of a perfect game 20 years ago. But that's nothing compared to curves life has thrown the Holman family.
Whenever he does speaking engagements, Brian Holman often reflects on the topic of overcoming failure. As an object lesson, he begins by showing a video of the final inning of the Mariners' game in Oakland on April 20, 1990 — 20 years ago Tuesday.
That game, one of the most famous in Mariners history — infamous might be more accurate — is Holman's calling card, the prime reason he is remembered for a four-year major-league career filled with considerable promise, but cut short by a series of shoulder injuries.
It's all there on the video — Holman beginning the inning by striking out Felix Jose, then getting Walt Weiss to ground out to second baseman Harold Reynolds.
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That made it 26 straight batters retired by Holman, putting him one more out from baseball immortality. The Oakland crowd of 44,911 was on its feet, roaring for the opposing pitcher. If he could just get out pinch-hitter Ken Phelps, who was batting for Mike Gallego, Holman would become the 13th pitcher in history to throw a perfect game, just the second to do so against the defending World Series champion.
Time and yearning hasn't changed the ending. Every time, Holman watches with the rest of the audience as Phelps, a former Mariner who grew up in Seattle and starred at Ingraham High School, unloads on Holman's first pitch and deposits it over the right-field wall at the Oakland Coliseum.
"I have to relive that horror," said Holman last week.
But he says it cheerfully, because Holman, 45 and living near Wichita, Kan., has a well-earned sense of perspective from a post-baseball life that has been tinged with trauma and tragedy. A little thing like a frustrating end to a baseball game isn't going to torture him into his dotage.
The video ends with Holman striking out Rickey Henderson to end the game — the best he would ever pitch, one of the best any Mariner has ever pitched. But that game, that fateful pitch to Phelps, is forever frozen in time for what could have been, and how cruelly his shining moment of glory was snatched away from Holman.
If you delve into the archives, Holman's immediate postgame remarks were gracious, self-deprecating and indicative of someone who, even then, understood that this wasn't life or death.
Still …
"About 4 in the morning, I stood up in my hotel room and yelled as loud as I could, "You've got to be kidding me!' " Holman said.
Holman and his wife, Jami, settled in Ellensburg after his forced retirement due to four unsuccessful shoulder surgeries. The family's life was jolted by a series of hardships, beginning in February 1999, when their 9-year-old son, David, fell out a chairlift at Snoqualmie Pass and suffered a broken femur, broken wrist, a concussion and a lacerated kidney and liver.
While David was being treated for those injuries, a CT scan revealed a small spot on his brain, which turned out to be a tumor. Eventually, brain surgery was needed when David was 11. Jay Buhner, the man Phelps was traded for, gave him a buzz cut the night before the operation.
But this story has a happy ending. Holman calls David "a miracle kid. He's now a strapping man with a great arm." David Holman, in fact, is a standout 6-foot-6 pitcher for Hutchinson Junior College in Kansas, having been drafted in the 47th round last year by the Mariners.
Holman himself has recovered from open-heart surgery in the early 2000s to repair a leaking valve. But the other jolt to hit the Holmans does not have a happy ending. Daughter Kassidy, whom they adopted in 1999 at the age of 3, developed leukemia in January 2000. After a long, courageous battle, she died in July 2006, just short of her 11th birthday.
"She was the coolest kid you've ever seen," Holman said. "She loved life. I don't think you ever completely heal from a loss like that. There will always be a wound, or an empty space, inside of you. But you remember how special she was, and know you'll see her again. She touched everyone she met. Our daughter, Jennifer, wants to be a nurse because she loved her sister so much and saw everything she went through."
For Phelps, the Holman home run — the last one of his career, as it turned out — ranks near the top of events for which he is remembered.
"Boy, Brian was really good that night," he says now. "It just wasn't meant to be."
But that home run, his 123rd in 1,854 at-bats, one of the best ratios in history, doesn't come close to his true claim to fame. His own moment of immortality.
Say the name "Ken Phelps" these days, and chances are the response will be: "Seinfeld!"
The episode was called "The Caddy," and it aired Jan. 25, 1996. One of the subplots involved Yankees employees believing that George Costanza, who worked as the assistant to the traveling secretary has been killed in a car accident. George Steinbrenner himself delivers the news to George's parents, prompting his father, Frank Costanza, played by Jerry Stiller, to burst out:
"What the hell did you trade Jay Buhner for? He had 30 home runs and over 100 RBIs last year. He's got a rocket for an arm. You don't know what you're doing!"
Responds the Steinbrenner character, whose face is never seen but is voiced by Larry David: "Well, Buhner was a good prospect, no doubt about it. But my baseball people loved Ken Phelps' bat. They kept saying, 'Ken Phelps! Ken Phelps!' "
Through the magic of reruns and YouTube, that clip is universal, and it follows Phelps wherever he goes.
"When it ran the first time, my friends on the East Coast, where it ran three hours earlier, called and said, 'You've got to watch Seinfeld. You're an icon now, you're a cult hero.' People never forget. It's amazing what an impact that show had."
Phelps, 55 and living in Paradise Valley, Ariz., was recently on an Internet radio show with Stiller and Buhner to talk about the episode, and the 1988 trade.
"My line to Bone was, 'You had a heck of a career, but I know one thing: I was better than you when we were traded for each other. You passed me up, but I was better at the time.' "
Phelps was 35 on that cool April day in 1990 against the Mariners, an almost forgotten man on a colorful and swaggering Oakland team that featured Rickey Henderson, Mark McGwire, Jose Canseco, Dave Henderson, Carney Lansford and Terry Steinbach. They had swept the Giants in the '89 World Series, and would go on to make it back to the Fall Classic that year, losing to the Reds.
A husky left-hander, Phelps' skillset had been particularly appreciated by the popular author Bill James, who each year selected "the Ken Phelps All-Stars," players who had dominated the minor leagues, as Phelps did, and could have succeeded in the majors if only they got a chance.
And his statistics — a career OPS of .854, had the concept of on-base percentage plus slugging percentage been conceived yet — caught the eye of Oakland's innovative general manager Sandy Alderson, who was on the cutting edge of the rising sabermetric movement.
"The things I did are much more appreciated now than they were back then," Phelps said. "Sandy was really into on-base percentage, even back then. He was in my corner, but Tony (La Russa, Oakland's manager) had other ideas."
So Phelps had been relegated to the role of McGwire's seldom-used first-base backup, and pinch-hitter. Except in the A's lineup, there were only two hitters that ever got hit for — Weiss and Gallego.
As Holman's game unfolded, and A's hitters kept getting mowed down, Phelps realized in about the sixth inning that he was likely to be called upon. He retreated to the clubhouse to loosen up and watch Holman on television.
In the eighth inning, La Russa relayed a message to Phelps: "Grab a bat, you'll be hitting in the ninth."
In the seventh, Rickey Henderson popped to center field, where a 20-year-old budding superstar named Ken Griffey Jr. made the catch. Stan Javier grounded out to Reynolds. Canseco struck out for the second time.
"His fastball had a lot of movement," Canseco said after the game. "One exploded away from me, but another one he got me on I should have hit all the way to China."
That Canseco strikeout fired up Holman.
"I challenged him with a 93 mph fastball. I ran off, pumped up, and sat down," Holman said. "At that point, I had no clue (he was throwing a perfect game). I sat down, and everyone got away from me. No one got me a drink or towel. I said, 'What's going on?' I looked up at the scoreboard and saw zeros all the way. I said, 'Ah, something weird's happening.' "
Weirdly, warming up that night, Holman hadn't felt good at all.
"Nothing was working in the pen," he recalled. "I told myself I had to work ahead and go for ground-ball outs, but I didn't have my good stuff. (Reliever) Keith Comstock watched me warm up and said, 'I'm going to be in the game in the second inning. No way Brian's going to go far in this game.' "
But as the game proceeded, Holman experienced a magical transformation.
"My arm loosened, and I actually had good stuff," he said. "As the game progressed, things began to click. After the second inning, I couldn't miss a spot."
That assessment is confirmed by Mike Brumley, the current Mariners third-base coach who was the M's shortstop that night (tripling in a run as the Mariners built a 6-0 lead toward the eventual 6-1 victory).
"That was probably the best game I was ever involved in," Brumley said. "Holman's game was just unbelievable. He had command of every pitch."
In the eighth, McGwire flied out to Henry Cotto in right. Ron Hassey was called out on strikes. Steinbach grounded out to Brumley at short.
"No pitcher ever goes out thinking they're going to throw a perfect game," Holman said. "Everything has to be right. I just had good stuff, pinpoint control, good defense. It came down to the wire. I would have loved to have gotten one, but by not getting it, I'm probably more well known than if I had."
After retiring Weiss for the second out in the ninth, Holman soaked in the adulation from the once-hostile crowd.
"When I had two outs," Holman said, "I stepped off the mound and I was literally thinking, 'Oh, my gosh, I'm going to be in the Hall of Fame. They're going to want my hat, shirt, jock and underwear. Put it up in a fake locker in Cooperstown.' That passed through my mind real fast.
"The thing that really stood out, before they announced Ken Phelps, the fans — 40,000 — stood up and cheered. When the opposing fans cheer you, it's a pretty deep feeling. Very neat. I'd never experienced that as an athlete. Usually, they're booing and throwing batteries at you, or yelling at your mom."
Phelps was known to work the count, rarely swinging at the first pitch. But he had decided upon a different game plan.
"Tony said to go up swinging," he said. "There was no sense taking pitches off him. The way he had been throwing all night, I might get only one good pitch, and it might be the first.
"That was the game plan, and lo and behold, the first pitch was a pretty good fastball, up in the strike zone. I usually don't offer at that pitch; I'm usually looking for something down. But if it was anything close, I was going to swing."
Holman: "I threw the pitch in the wrong place. It was supposed to be down and away, but it was up in he middle of the zone, exactly where I shouldn't have thrown it. It was the only mistake I made."
The ball sailed over Cotto's head and over the fence, as a stunned silence hit the Oakland Coliseum and the national audience that had tuned to the game on an ESPN cut-in from the seventh inning on.
"At least it was a home run," Holman said. "If it had been a broken bat or a blooper, I would have lost my mind."
"It was my job," Phelps said. "Obviously, looking back now, it was so close to a perfect game, which would have been something special. The fans in Oakland were booing me, believe it or not. They wanted to see a perfect game. I didn't know how to take any of it. But I said to myself, if I strike out, they'll be showing me for the next 20 years making the last out.
"I didn't feel that bad about it. I'd like to see a perfect game as a fan. From a player's standpoint, I didn't want to see one."
Holman: "My immediate feeling was, 'Oh, man, I can't believe that just happened.' "
Holman, who came to Seattle with Randy Johnson from Montreal in the Mark Langston trade, would never pitch again in the majors after 1991. He finished his career with a 37-45 record.
Phelps was traded from Oakland to Cleveland in June 1990, then retired when the Giants cut him from their Class AAA team the following May.
In 2005, the Holmans, who also have a son named Scotty, moved to Kansas, where Holman went to high school, to be nearer to their family. He is managing director for the Wichita branch office of Ronald Blue & Co., an investment firm, as well as coaching baseball at Andale High School outside Wichita.
Holman and Phelps have met over the years at golf tournaments and other events, and the game invariably comes up. The following day, they even exchanged autographed balls. Phelps wrote, "Great game, God Bless," on his, but requested that Holman write only his name. "I think he was afraid of what else I might write," Holman told The Los Angeles Times in 1990.
Phelps has spent the past 12 years working as a consultant for the largest power company in Arizona, as well as doing radio and television commentary over the years. Looking back on a career that will live forever, thanks to Seinfeld — and, yes, Holman — he is satisfied.
"I played a long time," Phelps said. "You can look back and say 'I could have done this or that differently,' but I did as good as I could. I got to play in my hometown, Seattle, for five years, and I'm thankful for that. I got a World Series ring. No regrets."
Nor for Holman, not even that fateful pitch to Phelps. Not when he compares it to the real loss in his life.
"You never, ever want to bury your child," he said. "It's the worst thing a family can go through. You can't describe that kind of pain. You can't describe lying in bed with David and hearing him say, 'Daddy, will this be my last birthday?'
"A perfect game is a great thing, and wonderful, but it's just baseball. We've certainly dealt with a lot harder things than baseball."
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"My Home - PERTH" Perth by leanne_pearc
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When i joined VT back in 2003 the first place i wrote about was my home town Perth. At that stage i had never been on a plane!
Perth in my opinion is picturesque, quiet and boring all the time. There is an endless choice of beautiful coastline beaches and warm weather for most of the year. Winter clothes - who needs them here! There is direct access to fresh produce and healthy foods - vegetables, meats and cheeses. The majority of restaurants here serve good quality food. Small bars are popping up everywhere around the city, the nightclub culture is disappearing - yay!
How anyone can holiday here i don't know! It is TOO EXPENSIVE! So i hope my page can help you all in seeing the best and avoid worst that Perth has to offer.
You will find quite a lot of my information is on the south west region.
This place is definately 'off the beaten track' but i definately think it is worth a visit when in Perth. - (This is what i wrote in 2003, well now everyone knows about the South West - you will find Perth people heading down to the area on the public long weekends)
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The south west offers great sight seeing, beautiful beaches(better then up in Perth), wineries, fishing, country life.
Accomadation down there is at a complete different level compared to Perth. You can find beautiful luxury houses in resorts for a reasonable price.
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G'day, Leigh! Thanks for your page! Perth is such a wonderful place!
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Nice page on a beautiful city.You can be proud to have Perth as your home town.
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Leigh, Nice job on your Perth page. I'll stop back and check out your other pages, Karl
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OKC Thunder notebook: Kevin Durant defers to Russell Westbrook in intros
Kevin Durant has been the last player introduced during the announcement of the starting lineups since the Thunder came to town.
But on Sunday night, Durant volunteered to give up his customary place in introductions. Instead of being last, Durant allowed Russell Westbrook to be the final starter introduced as he rejoined the lineup for the first time since April 24.
And the Chesapeake Energy Arena crowd ate it up.
Westbrook, who customarily is the first player introduced, received a thunderous ovation.
When asked about the gesture, Durant deflected the attention, preferring to not take credit.
Westbrook appreciated hearing his name nonetheless.
"It's a blessing, man," Westbrook said. "You can't take things like that for granted. Just (having) the opportunity to get your name called and the opportunity to play the game of basketball is great."
A portion of the Thunder's home opener against the Suns was blacked out Sunday night.
Technical difficulties with transmission affected Dish, DirecTV and Cox customers for approximately one minute, according to a team spokesman.
The interruption occurred late in the second quarter.
Westbrook's return didn't do anything to help the Thunder's early shooting woes.
OKC missed 11 of its 12 3-point attempts in the first half and was just 1-for-15 through three quarters.
The Thunder finished 2-for-18 from 3-point range. Durant made both the Thunder's 3-pointers.
OKC is now 15-for-68 on 3-point tries in three games.
"Obviously, we've got to shoot the ball much better," said Thunder coach Scott Brooks. "We can't continue to shoot bad from the 3-point line. I don't want to talk about it much, but it's hard to hide."
Suns starting guard Goran Dragic left Sunday's game with a sprained left ankle early in the third quarter.
Dragic rolled his ankle on a drive to the rim, and he immediately asked his team to intentionally foul so that he could exit the game with 10:08 remaining in the quarter. Dragic then was assisted to the Suns locker room and did not return.
He finished with 10 points, three rebounds and two assists.
Nick Collison on Westbrook — "It's huge to have him back. He's a big part of our team. We've missed him, for sure. It's been obvious with our play. We struggled without him. It's not just going to be 'Add him and everything is great.' We still have a lot of work to do. But he's one of the best players in the league. He's huge for us, and he's done a lot since he's been here. So it's a big deal for us to get him back."
Thunder players wore a special blue patch on the right of their jerseys. It was a cutout of the state of Oklahoma to commemorate the spirit and strength Oklahomans displayed following the May storms. Sunday's game is the only contest in which the Thunder is scheduled to wear the patch. … Rookie center Steven Adams addressed the crowd just before tip-off. … Former Oklahoma State recruit Gerald Green scored 21 points with eight rebounds in 34 minutes off the bench for the Suns. He made seven of 14 shots, including five of 10 3-pointers. … There were 13 ties and 20 lead changes Sunday. … The Thunder has now won 11 straight against the Suns, including the last six in Oklahoma City.


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Dialing for Radio Dollars
I'm not sure what's more remarkable—that there even exists a bobblehead of Alan Chartock, the head of Northeast public radio, the Hudson Valley's NPR affiliate, or that it enjoys pride of place on the ledge overlooking our stove. It's right next to the salt and pepper shakers, the clay animals one of our daughters created when she was 4, and the figurine of Michelangelo's David that I painted yellow to match the kitchen décor; I apparently had a lot of time on my hands at some point.
I mean, how many presidents of public radio stations can you name, let alone who have dolls cast in their honor? But if you live or weekend upstate—though Alan claims the station's transmitter, located on the top of Mount Greylock in western Massachusetts reaches parts of six states, edging as far south as Westchester County—and you're of the public-radio persuasion, WAMC and Mr. Chartock are probably as integral to your existence as the propane that runs your oven, the electricity that gives you light (when the power's not off) and the gently rolling hills and Hudson Valley vistas that drove you here in the first place.
The cult of Alan, who is 70 years old, reaches its zenith during its three-times-a-year $1 million fund drives, of which the fall drive is currently in progress. It's a testament to the man, and to the station, that listeners actually tune in rather than reach for the dial. Why they would subject themselves to such punishment is a logical question. I suspect it's not altogether dissimilar to gathering with your extended family for the holidays. You're not really excited at the prospect, but you draw perverse comfort from the ritual—that people tell the same old stories, that Uncle Jimmy still eats with his mouth wide open.
"The most important thing is a sense of community—we're all in this together," explained Alan (as he's simply known on the airwaves, in the same way that Cher is Cher and Madonna Madonna.) "We read every single name of everybody who gives money, unless they ask us to say 'Anonymous.'"
That's part, but not the entire secret to each drive's success. The average public radio solicitation is about as much fun as watching paint dry; Alan turns the exercise into performance art. "I worry; I mean it," he told me.
I believe, though I'm not sure, that he was referring to going back to the well and repeatedly hitting up the station's loyal donors in tough economic times (he estimates they number 28,000 in a listening audience 10 times that size, and perhaps as many as 400,000.)
But he might just as well have been referring to the nerves that attack many a great actor before the curtain rises. "There's a certain tenseness that has to come before any performance," he explained. "You've got to know where they are; what your audience is thinking."
I suspect that's not all that difficult. It's probably a safe bet that the average public-radio listener in the Hudson Valley and western Massachusetts—where WAMC's signal is strongest—isn't a member of the tea party. They may also ski—though cross-country rather than downhill—support wind power (if not on their own ridge) and wish they had the will power to eliminate meat from their diet completely.
Alan tries to spark their brains' liberal synapses by giving each fund drive a motif, or rather mercilessly flogging some story in the news that provides proof positive that the Republic is under existential attack, typically, though not always, from the right-wingers. "You never know what will happen," he explained, referring to a recent fund drive. "Somebody walked into a mall during the Christmas season, bought a T-shirt that said, 'Peace on Earth; goodwill towards men,' put it on, and was promptly arrested for breaking the rules of the mall," apparently against religious displays. "That became something to riff one, the ridiculousness of that."
This fund drive Alan is piggybacking off the Occupy Wall Street protests. Indeed, add 99 cents to your pledge and you'll receive a handsome button emblazoned with "99%" (meaning, apparently, that you're a member of the beleaguered majority) over "I support WAMC Northeast Public Radio."
One can't overestimate the role of freebies in goosing contributions from listeners—witness our household and our Alan bobblehead, which came with a $100 contribution. But that doesn't give Alan, or the station, sufficient credit. I listen to WNYC, but it's a different experience, playing a far less vital function in my life. It's one of many forms of entertainment at your disposal in the big city. But in the country, the radio feels like a lifeline to the outside world, an essential companion when there's no one with whom to commune except the occasional woodchuck.
And Alan plucks each and every one of those strings of attachment shamelessly—reeling off the names of contributors from Chatham, and Great Barrington, and Saugerties, and Amherst, Mass. (there's a fair chance you'll recognize friends' names if you listen long enough), or playing parts of his six hours of interviews with Pete Seeger (something of a patron saint) or turning to the folk singer's rendition of "We Shall Overcome" when the volunteer operators' phones fall ominously silent.
I visited the studio in Albany during last Friday morning's drive time. Alan was in substantial form, even though he'd broken a tooth on a chicken bone a couple of days earlier and hadn't gotten any sleep; though he attributed that less to tooth pain than to the MSG he suspects his favorite Asian restaurant surreptitiously sprinkled on his food the night before (such is the cult of personality that people will actually listen to him discuss his diet or upcoming dental appointment.)
A computer monitor glowed beside him with the latest figures—total raised: $459,444; to go: $540,556; pledges: 2,615; new members: 300; renewals: 1996; email: 332—as Alan exhorted listeners to contribute before 9 a.m. The goal was to win a $10,000—one dollar for every three dollars—matching grant offered by an educational foundation that preferred to remain anonymous, but whose identity Alan shared off the record.
"We need 103 people and only 32 minutes to make it in," he announced, as Ray Graf, one of the station's hosts, fed him slips with listener's names, the amount of their contribution, and any message they wanted to share.
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Veteran actress Sudha Shivpuri, lovingly known as 'Baa' following her role in the hugely popular show Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi, has been out of action for almost six months due to ill health. Now, the 75-year-old is recovering and wishes that her fans and colleagues pray for her well being.
The theater, TV and film actress even spent over two months in a hospital in Mumbai.
On Dec 2, 2013, she suffered a stroke, which affected the lower brain and thus, her basic motor skills, her son informed over the phone from Mumbai. She spent considerable time in the ICU during her hospital stay.
Now she is home, but unable to talk too much or clearly due to tracheotomy. But she was more than happy to answer queries via her son.
"I am recovering. Awaaz aana aur taakat aana baaki hai (My voice is not yet clear and I have yet to regain my strength)," her faint voice could be heard on the phone, before her son repeated it for us.
Her nutritional needs and exercise are being well taken care of, and she has been asked to avoid tea. With her family's support, health assistance and prayers of well wishers, the actress hopes to completely recover within the next two months.
Would she resume work on TV?
"Not full-fledgedly," said her son, and added: "Maybe a little here and there".
A theater enthusiast, Sudha married actor Om Shivpuri, who passed away in 1990. She has two children - son Vineet and daughter Ritu.
She has featured in films like "Swami", "Insaaf Ka Tarazu", "Hamari Bahu Alka" and "Pinjar", and on the small screen her work includes shows like " "Rajni", "Kyunki...", "Kasamh Se", Kis Desh Mein Hai Meraa Dil and Maniben.com.
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Hi, I'm trying to restore my old bike so I can get back into shape. I'm 21 and I really have no motivation to get up and run or workout, but I know that I will get up and ride a bike. Thing is I don't have one of those professional city bikes. I have 2 bikes, a walmart mountain bike that I haven't ridden since 05 (but I can still fit on comfortably), and a Mongoose BMX single speed bike. the walmart bike is a 21 speed that is essentially the same as this http://www.walmart.com/ip/NEXT-Power...-Bike/17132924 . I need a chain for both bikes, as they are rusted from sitting outside so many years (unless there is a way for me to fix it) and I also need to buy new inner tubes. also is there a way for me to get rust off the gears? the gears only have light rust.
Will these bikes be useful for me to ride in the city? I live in a hilly neighborhood. I was just gonna use them to ride around the block a few times 2 or 3 times a day when I ride, and attack the steep hills. will this help me get a 6-pack? I was also wondering if I started cycling, would my running form improve. one reason why I am not motivated to run is because everyone told me that I run awkwardly when I play basketball. Don't bash me because I'm relatively new to cycling and I have a very very small budget (just enough to cover new bike parts such as chains, inner tubes, and a lock possibly)


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I know i never seen it before so are many made there.should it be a concern for me?
I know i never seen it before so are many made there.should it be a concern for me?
No. Just ride it.
cool i know i get to paranoid about this stuff.
No, don't ride it. The Cambodians are still pretty mad that America didn't do anything to stop Pol Pot. They have been known to take their revenge by sabotaging consumer goods that they know, or suspect, may be headed to America.
im just kinda weird lol
Have you ever been to Cambodia? If not, you should check it out as it's quie nice.
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I had a bike from Korea once, a Le Prix. It worked fine.
Just ride your bike, enjoy its uniqueness. I haven't heard of them sabotaging their own exports. Rebel1916, do you have sources?
If you're ever in PP, be sure to stop here:
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Bike manufacture in Cambodia has become pretty common: lower labor costs, duty free export to the EU.
Consider: bicycles are by-and-large late 19th century technology.
"When man first set woman on two wheels with a pair of pedals, did he know, I wonder, that he had rent the veil of the harem in twain? A woman on a bicycle has all the world before her where to choose; she can go where she will, no man hindering." The Typewriter Girl, 1899.
"Every so often a bird gets up and flies some place it's drawn to. I don't suppose it could tell you why, but it does it anyway." Ian Hibell, 1934-2008
Some of the best stuff in the world is made in South Korea and Japan so I would think Cambodia may have about the same technology. Take a look at Hyundai for example, Some of the most technologically advanced cars and heavy construction equipment available today and with high quality to boot. I think the Asian countries products are fine for the most part.
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16
But I think all three could easily maintain a few factories to weld some 7005 or 25CrMo4 bike frames together.
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Another travel ad: Khmer Rouge related tourist "attractions" such as the Killing Fields and S-21 are big in Cambodia, understandably. But if you (not you personally, acidfast) ever go there, visit other sights as well. Angkor Wat is simply astonishing, for example. Royal Palace in Phnom Penh, etc.
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Who is this General Failure anyway, and why is he reading my drive?
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Just talk loudly about the manufacture of your bike whenever you are within earshot of a hipster. It will irritate them greatly that a non-hipster has something more unique than they have.
Believe what you want, but the truth is that many of the locals are still pretty pissed about the classic Dead Kennedy's song Holiday in Cambodia. Cultural differences made it hard to understand the meaning of the song and Cambodia, as an organization, totally took it the wrong way. They often take revenge on bikes made for export.
Frames, with the brand name on it, are all that are 'made'. all the other parts are bought and installed.
Be it Felt, or Merckx.
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High School Is Forever
It's early. I'm nervous. I'm waiting out the morning rush hour so I can drive to high school. It's not my high school. I'm 33. It's been ten years since I taught high school and fifteen years since I attended high school. I'm going to a high school to talk about mental illness, which is a thing that I have. I'm going to an AP Psychology class.
I check my outfit. I ask my boyfriend if it looks okay. He says yes. I don't want to look like the hippie art teacher but I also don't want to look like the old chick who is trying too hard to be hip. I wear black skinny jeans (I am not skinny — they are XL—extra weight from the drugs, but I'm used to that now), a blue and white striped button down top, a red belt, and red cowboy boots. These boots are like my security blanket. I wear them whenever I travel, and the airport security workers always compliment them. This happens everywhere—in Newark, at JFK, at LaGuardia, at LAX, at Burbank. You know, everywhere.
I guess most people don't wear red cowboy boots to the airport.
It strikes me that most people probably don't wear red cowboy boots to give a presentation in an AP Psychology class in high school. I wonder if I should change them.
No. They are my security blanket. I will keep them on.
I take a deep breath. I check the bathroom once, twice, three times. I know that if I check it three times, everything will be fine. Everything will go well that day. I look at myself in the mirror. I make eye contact.
"I love you," I say. If I don't do this, the day will go badly. If I do do this, the day will go fine. I have to do this every time I look in the mirror, or something bad might happen. Will happen. Or something good won't happen. I'm not sure which. I've never been sure which. I just know that I have to do it.
I remind myself: If the kids don't like me, or if I say something stupid, or if (God forbid) I panic, I get to leave. My friends are still my friends. They don't go to high school anymore.
I am 14. I am crying in the front office at the school. This is the Lower House front office, in the building where freshmen and sophomores dwell. It's a big public school, 2000 kids. The biggest in the county. I am crying.
I am not sure why I am crying, except that I can't stop. I am late to school because I was crying and couldn't stop.
The secretary looks at me sympathetically.
"Maybe you'd better talk to Mrs. Smith," she says. Mrs. Smith is the school guidance counselor.
"No," I say through heaving tears and snot. "I'm okay."
"Well, ask her to sign your pass, anyway," the secretary says. Very tricksy, that secretary.
I nod. I am obedient. I am the class vice president. I get A's, mostly. I am on the flag squad, even though that is dorky and embarrassing, but I still manage to be reasonably popular. I'm funny. I wear a lot of J.Crew, which is what you wear at my high school.
I like to figure out how to talk to certain people and invent a language and catchphrases of our own, inside jokes that bond us together. I make a lot of eye contact. I listen well.
I do what I think will please other people.
I smile and nod again and I go into the counselor's office.
She says the hall pass can wait for a minute. She says we can talk.
I stare at my boots and blink three times. This is a thing that I do to make sure everything is fine.
She shuts the door.
I am 16. The pediatrician says I can take the drug for the panic attacks and the depression. He says it will help. I look at the pills uncertainly and decide I will never, ever, ever tell anyone about this. I thank him for his help.
My dad says maybe I'll just take them for a little while, just to get me through this rough patch. The pediatrician says a lot of times this disappears when someone gets older.
"Does it really get better?" I ask him.
"Yes," he says.
I cannot wait to get older.
I am 21. I have not left the house in days, or maybe weeks. I still take the drug every day.
The drug is not working.
I am afraid to use the bathroom. I am afraid to eat. I am afraid to leave my bedroom. I live alone, thank God. Thank God.
My bed is my safe space. I lay in bed all day when I am supposed to be at class. I constantly think, "I want to die. I want to die. I want to die." This does not concern me. It is a constant drumbeat in my head and you can get used to a constant drumbeat, the same way you get used to that dripping sound in your bathroom or the endless barking of your neighbor's dog.
But lately it has changed a little. "I want to die" has been replaced, sometimes, with "I want to kill myself." And this is a different thing entirely. Death can be passive; something one receives; a gift or curse from illness or accident or simple old age. But killing oneself is active. It is a choice. It is something I can do, and I might do it, because the pills don't work and I'm tired of pretending that I am still class vice president, good-natured and funny, always with the inside jokes and the eye contact.
I haven't been eating. I haven't been bathing. I am skinny and stinky. My friends don't hear from me anymore.
I still drink water. I get it from the sink in my studio apartment. The sink is in my bedroom, along with the mini-fridge and the hot plate. And because I still have water, I have to go to the bathroom. Only I am afraid to go to the bathroom, because I'm afraid to leave the bedroom, or the bed, except to drink water. I can't tell you why I am afraid, except that I know that if I go to the bathroom, if I do anything outside the bedroom, something bad will happen.
I grab a bowl. I squat over it in my bed, and I urinate. Most of the urine makes it into the bowl.
I put the bowl under my bed. I'll dump it in the sink later, when I have energy. I don't have a lot of energy these days.
I go to sleep. It is 3 p.m. on a Tuesday. I will not wake for twelve hours.
"Look at the raisin," the psychiatrist says, and we all do.
"Smell the raisin," the psychiatrist says, and I laugh.
"What's funny?" he asks, not in a mean way.
"I just don't think raisins smell like anything," I say.
"Try it and see," he says.
I am learning to eat again, which apparently entails sniffing fucking raisins in front of a group of similarly broken humans.
I am 22. I take pills every day, but these are different pills than the ones I used to take. They give me a headache and they make it hard to sleep at night, but to my surprise and my parents' delight, they are starting to work. I don't feel like a zombie or anything – I still cry all the time – but I cry less. I can think straight. I even want to eat, sort of, sometimes. I drink a lot of smoothies, because the mushy food is like baby food, and I find that comforting.
I never put raisins in my smoothies.
I never put raisins in anything.
Raisins are gross.
But I oblige people. I do things for them.
I sniff the raisin.
"I guess it smells like a raisin," I say.
"Put the raisin in your mouth, but don't chew," he tells us. "Roll it around on your tongue. Feel the texture. Rub it against the roof of your mouth with your tongue."
This is seriously the dumbest thing I have ever done, and I have done a lot of dumb things.
He tells us to think about all the people who worked to bring us this raisin: the people who planted the grapes, the people who harvested the grapes, the people who dehydrated the grapes (or whatever the fuck they do to make raisins—I kind of zone out for a few seconds here), the people who brought the grapes to market. And so on and so forth.
I get it. The food chain. Circle of life, and all that. I like what he's trying to teach us. I don't like raisins, but I like thinking about how interconnected we all are, and how I'm part of a big web of humanity strung together by love, or whatever it says in the self-help books I am reading as fast as I used to read my college assignments. I live at home and I don't have a job yet so I've got plenty of time to read and meditate and do yoga and think about raisins. My mom drove me here today because I'm still not good with getting out of the house and into cars, but I didn't have a panic attack in the car this time. I practice every day walking to the end of the driveway, holding my parents' hands. Tomorrow we're going to the grocery store. I know I can do it.
I am lucky. I know I am lucky.
I am better, mostly, for a long time.
I go to a new school. I go to graduate school. I become, of all things, a stand-up comedian.
I write a book. The book is about high school and college and the raisins and other things.
I always wanted to write a book.
I still take the drug every day. It's The New Drug until it isn't.
The No Longer New Drug works.
It works for years.
It works great.
Until it doesn't.
I am 31. I am sobbing uncontrollably in a conference room at work. The conference room has glass walls so everybody who passes can see me sobbing.
It's a start-up office. It's fun to work there. I do stand-up at night and wait for The Book to come out, and in the meantime I earn money writing about books at the book start-up. It's pretty great.
On Thursday nights we have wine hour, which means a couple of hours, which also means cocktails, and fresh-baked bread and fancy cheese and whatever else anybody feels like bringing in. It's an open floor plan in a big loft space on 18th Street in Manhattan. The people are nice. The programmers play video games on the big screen on Thursday nights.
It is not Thursday night. It is Monday morning. I can't blame the crying on it being Monday.
"I think I need some help," I tell my boss.
"The best thing about being a freelancer," he says, "is that you get to make your own hours. Choose your own workload. And take care of yourself as best you can. Go home. Do whatever you need to do. You let me know when you can work, and how much you want to work. I want you to be healthy first."
My boss is great. He's really great. I leave for the day, closing the door to the office behind me. I look at it to make sure it's really shut. It looks shut. Is it really shut? I hope it's really shut.
I walk downstairs. The sound of my boots clacks in the stairwell.
I call my parents in New Jersey.
"I think I need to come home for awhile," I say. "It's happening again."
"We're coming for you," they say, and they do.
My psychologist says I'm bipolar. My psychiatrist says no way. I have major depressive disorder and I have panic disorder and I have agoraphobia. My psychiatrist has excellent hair and a medical degree. I decide to go with what the psychiatrist says, because it's what all the other psychiatrists have said over the years.
My psychiatrist with the excellent hair has a subspecialty in fertility issues, which do not apply to me because I've determined I will never pass these genes onto another human being. Also, I'd probably have to taper off the meds or at least go on a low dose if I got knocked up and kept it. That does not seem like a viable option—tapering off the meds, or keeping it.
My psychiatrist wants to add a drug.
"It's like a booster for the antidepressant," she says. "In low doses, it helps it work better."
This new drug has a nice name and nice television advertisements. It is an atypical antipsychotic, but my psychiatrist says not to get hung up on that. It will help.
It does help.
I gain weight, but it helps.
I go back to work.
I am 33.
The high school that is not mine is 3,000 miles away from the book start-up.
I live on the other coast now. Someone wanted to make The Book into a TV show, and I thought that was a good idea, so I came out here to write a TV pilot, and another book, and then another book, and soon I will start writing a fourth book. I travel to speak at colleges about my brain and what happens in it, because I think maybe this will help the kids feel better about their brains and what happens in them. Also, I get paid to do this, which is very nice.
I am not getting paid for the high school thing. The high school thing is a favor for a friend. I am not scared of college students but I am scared of high school students.
I have a boyfriend. I have a puppy. And thanks in large part to the atypical antipsychotic with the nice name, I have about 30 extra pounds on my stomach, thighs and butt. I stare at it in the mirror sometimes, right before I make eye contact and say, "I love you."
I pull up outside the high school and I park. This is a huge high school, twice the size of my own.
I go inside. I talk to the secretary in the front office. I get a hall pass. Kids are milling about everywhere. I am terrified, but only slightly.
I use the bathroom.
I go to the right classroom.
I look at 30 unfamiliar faces. They don't look evil. I take comfort in that.
A kid tells me he really likes my boots. I say thank you.
And then I talk. I talk for forty-five minutes. I talk about everything but the peeing in bowls; I figure I can leave that part out. The kids ask questions, good questions. I give answers, good answers. Honest answers (except for not telling them about the pee).
I tell the kids that I'm crazy, but in a good way, and that crazy doesn't have to mean what you think it means, and that you can reclaim that word and make it your own.
There is no shame in crazy.
There is only shame in pretending that everything is okay.
Everything is not okay. And that's okay.
The kids ask more questions.
When we're done, they applaud. It's nice.
I give a copy of The Book to the teacher. She says she'll read it. I hope she likes it.
Class lets out. I exhale slowly. I did it.
The kid who liked the boots stays after. He comes up to me with tears in his eyes. He twists his hands together. He is beautiful.
"Does it really get better?" he whispers.
"Mostly," I say, and then we talk for a long while.


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CASPER, Wyo. — A state court lacks the authority to grant more time to organizers of a petition drive seeking to restore power to the Wyoming schools superintendent, according to lawyers for Secretary of State Max Maxfield.
Instead, a Laramie District Court judge should toss a lawsuit that claims Maxfield violated the rights of petition supporters by allegedly taking too long to provide them with petition forms, Maxfield's lawyers wrote in court papers filed earlier this month.
Petition sponsor Jennifer Young wants another 90 days to gather signatures challenging a new law that removed schools Superintendent Cindy Hill as head of the education department. She claims organizers wasted two weeks waiting for a state-approved printer to complete the petition forms.
Lawyers with the Wyoming Attorney General's Office, which is representing Maxfield, assert the district court doesn't have the power to grant more time for signature gathering. They also argue Young isn't entitled to such a remedy.
Young filed the suit last month. She did not respond Monday to a message seeking comment.
Organizers wanted voters to decide next year whether the law should be repealed. They believe the law -- which left Hill with little power -- violates the state Constitution. Their supporters collected nearly 22,000 signatures, but the drive still fell short by more than 15,000 names.
Young claims she received approval for the drive March 7 and selected a vendor that day from three businesses approved by the Secretary of State's Office.
The petitions weren't ready until March 21, costing organizers nearly 16 percent of the 90-day drive, her lawsuit states. Young says another printer told her the job shouldn't have taken so long to complete.
Maxfield's attorneys deny the Secretary of State's Office took two weeks to prepare the petitions, according to their answer to the lawsuit. They also deny he violated the rights of voters to petition their government.
No court date has been set for the case, according to a clerk at the Laramie County District Court office.
Hill has also challenged the constitutionality of the law. She sued the state in January, and the case will be heard by the Wyoming Supreme Court next month.