Thursday, May 14, 2009

Magnum Celebration May 14, 2009

4 Times Victorious Pat:




Champion Dan who had to swim with another team in order to enter a 200 yard Free Relay
(SCAQ team took first place in 35-39 age group):





The Manhattan Magnum Masters:



A little libation (before the workout no less, but only on this occasion):



Team Video - yes, we were a little stiff and formal -we loosened
up with the champagne and a short swim workout:

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Rebuttal to Milam

Fellow Swimmers--Senor Milam is such a font of disinformation that he should work for the CIA. Having said that:

I actually missed a personal best in the 50 free by 1/100th of a second, swimming 29.32. The rest of my times were slower than my younger years (pre-Stanford SCY at UCLA). But it was the 50 free in which I swam in the wrong lane. It was worse than Chuck made it out to be. The poor woman who belonged in my lane physically touched my arm to get my attention, but the starter blew the whistle at the same time for Swimmers Up, and I stayed up. I was DQ'd. The meet was run extraordinarily well, including placing the displaced swimmer in another heat so she could get a time. Only I was DQ'd.

Not to say anything nice about Chuck, but I can't help myself--he gets the good sport award. While Dan and Jen ran off to hang out with their SCAQ buddies, and while Mike remained unaffiliated, Chuck stayed with the three pitiful Magnums who showed up--Pat, Sue and me. The result--well, yes, Chuck is right, our medley relay team got a blue ribbon. And, in fairness, at least some of the teams in our heat were all men, and certainly they were all much younger. But here's what happened:

We designated Chuck our freestyle anchor. By the time we other three finished our 50's, the other teams had finished their entire relays. There stood Chuck, forlorn and alone on the block, still dry. I suggested to him that this might be a good time for all of us to slink away. But no, before a packed house of onlookers, this former USC All-American took off from the block and treated the audience to his lonely 50-yard sprint. The theretofore vocal and enthusiastic announcer tried to describe the action, but quickly gave up, leaving Chuck to swim in silence. It was a moment to remember.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Hallett's Horror

Before Marilyn and I left for our three-week tour to visit the lost INCA ruins and Royal Buildings called Machu Picchu, discovered in 1911, with steep terraces overlooking a u shaped river below, Jim explained to me that his hike up to the top of the mountain pictured below, the INCA Kings' Sacred Peak, Huayna Picchu, was the most terrifying hike of his life. He added that he had not hiked very far up the trail before absolute panic set in and he was forced to crawl down the rest of the way on his knees; it was so steep, narrow and slippery. This being said, I gave the mountain a lot of respect and, fortunately (for me) the wait in line to do the hike was far more time than our tour group had in our morning after visit (we did climb to the Sun Gate on the opposite side of Machu Picchu). The ruins were magical and mysterious to view.










Trail veers off to the right in the upper right portion of the pictures above and below, or two-thirds of the way to the top of the mountain.

Hallett's Delight

Following our visit to Machu Pichhu, we visited The Galapagos Islands, near the Equator and part of the country of Equador. It was on several of the islands that we were able to view Hallett's Delight, his favorite bird (did you know Jim is a Bird Watcher?), the Blue footed Boobie pictured below:






Feeding time:

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Who is this person?

Seen walking his dog on 18th Street and far away from the Magnum 1650 swim:

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

1650 Charity Swim - February 20, 2009

Swimmers in the water and entered in a national fund raiser called The Jon Steiner Memorial Mile 1650 yard Postal swim are Jim, far left lane, Teresa, middle lane and Bob Kapust in the right lane. Timers are Susan, Matt and Maggie along with coach Bruce, Dan and Patrick who swam the 1650 earlier in the morning. Videos of swimmers are in three parts, followed by short individual videos for Dan and Matt, followed by digital pictures of time sheets and the Dan Muth Industrial (hopefully annual) Breakfast at Uncle Bills on February 20, 2009:









Dan:


Matt:


Time Sheets:

Dan:


Matt:


Patrick:



Bruce:


Jim:


Chuck:


Teresa:


Bob:


Mike (having a colonoscopy the day before swimming a 1650 is not advisable):


Mike having recovered on Feb 25th:


Sue:


Pat:


Tom:


Jon:



Team Banner:



As the name connotes, there is a good reason why we are the Manhattan Magnum Masters ( in the digital pictures below, guess which Magnum had the most Kahlua):


Feb 20, 2009 Breakfast at Uncle Bills (Patrick, Teresa, Maggie, Dan, Bob, Bruce):


Bruce, Teresa and Maggie:


Jim:



Makeup Sessions:

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Jon:



Pat:


Never to time again Sue and Tango Tom:



End of 1650 for Tom and Sue:


Mike:

Friday, February 20, 2009

Tango Tom (aka Tall Tom) in Argentina to every one except the ManMags so it is published for all to read

> From: TallTom2


> Sent: Wed,=2
> 011 Feb 2009 9:50:33 PM Eastern Standard Time
> Subject: Argentine Tango In Buenos Aires
>
> OKay
>
> Let me tell you dancers and former and future dancers about Argentine
> Tango
> in Argentina.
>
> First, we thought we were kindergartners in a PhD dance.
> We were wrong,
> We are preschoolers.
>
> They dance "close embrace" here, different from what Juan, Jean, and
> even
> Martin teach, I mean CLOSE embrace. Little room for the legs to do
> much
> maneuvering, you have to know what you are doing.
>
> Good news is at the Miliongas they don't usually show off much, they
> just
> caminar (tango walk) a lot. But before and after our classes the
> teachers
> practicing demonstrations are something ELSE.
>
> So let me give you a brief synopsis of our first three days:
>
> 1. A day of registration (students from Canada mostly, USA, Turkey,
> Netherlands, Australia, Hong Kong, Japan, France and some other
> places), then
> poetry, a reading of "The Imprint of Your Embrace" (and while I
> usually
> fall asleep in poetry readings, even when accompanied by a guitar as
> this was, I
> stayed awake, it was pretty good), followed by an impassioned talk by
> an
> Argentine tango-music expert about the history of the music through the
> decades. His preference was for the music that "caresses your soul"
> rather
> than that which is easy to dance to. His view is that tango is about
> passion and emoti
> on. He wants us to learn steps and technique
> only in order to forget it, so we can be paying attention to the music
> and
> move our feet and bodies automatically rather than thinking about
> them. He
> laments that tango dancers -- even in Argentina --are not sensitive
> enough. He said the golden era of tango was 1945 to 1955, when two
> million
> our of three million Buenos Aires residents would dance tango every
> weekend and there were many creative composers and bands. But then in
> 1955, Rock and Roll hit the scene and stole the kids, and a new regime
> came in
> that made people in Argentina afraid to gather together.
>
> 2. First day of lessons concentrated on tango walking explained
> through concepts and metaphors like Jean uses. You balance on one leg,
> "like a column." You gradually transfer weight, "like transferring
> water
> from one cup to another without spilling it" and others. I went to a
> Milonga that night for a couple of hours,while others stayed until 2 or
> 3 am,
> and was a little disappointed at the lack of traveling compared to,
> say, the
> Tango Room in Sherman Oaks. But the place had ambiance to
> spare, kind of like a Granada in Alhambra but three times bigger and
> filled not only with most of our teachers and students, but real live
> honest-to-goodness Argentines who loved to dance Argentine Tango. I
> danced
> twice with a Perth, Australia, woman who is so good=2
> 0that she and her
> dance
> partner teache beginners down there (for free because she loves it so
> much). I tried one dance called the Milonga (a fast dance predecessor
> to
> the Tango) with an advanced student from Germany who has been dancing
> Argentine
> Tango for 10 years. Despite my hours of preparation at home, I lost it
> all
> in the pressure of the moment and we both mutually and ageeably decided
> to call
> it quits mid-dance as we had different conceptions of what to do. Our
> teacher that day had taught us to dance 1 regularly with the beat, and
> then 2
> slowly with the melody, and 3 finally very quickly with the rhythm.
> Like
> Lou these days, she emphasized listening to and responding to the
> music.
> So Lou's advanced foxtrot of super slow (melody), slow (beat), and
> quick
> (rhythm) steps came in quite handy.
>
> 3. Second day of lessons taught a new way of coming from close
> embrace caminar to a crusada (crossed feet) and that sounds simple and
> to the
> teacher it was simple but not to us. Nor was the crucial concept of
> transferring the woman's weight from one side to the other by only
> a chest
> lead while staying still with the leader's own feet. Seems simple to
> those
> who know it and can do it, but to us beginners it is like climbing
> Mount
> Everest. Sometimes we wonder if David and Diana have it right about
> this
> dance being too tough. Our
> German friend told us that she has been
> enjoying dancing the tango for six years now, and that it just took her
> four
> years of frustration to get to the level of enjoyment. She said to
> hang in
> there.
>
> So tonight we had a very special dinner and ate in a trendy
> neighborhood at
> a Peruvian restaurant open only for two weeks.
>
> Beautiful courtyard setting with beautiful flowers and plants, and a
> full
> moon and beautiful clouds and good American music in the background
> while an Irish-Peruvian waiter who had worked and Lived in New York and
> spoke
> perfect English (something we desperately needed) lavished attention on
> us, as
> we were the only customers until about 9:50 pm. So we had the place to
> ourselves for an hour and a half and great food and service.
> Argentines
> don't even start coming till about 10, before that it is just tourists.
>
> So wish you were here
> So you could share these lessons with us
> And tell us
> "What did she just say to do? How did she do
> that? Does she expect us to do that?"
> Again, as the saying goes, wish you were here.
> Tom
> Well our Argentine trip is almost over.
>
> We mini treked over a beautiful glacier on crampons day before
> yesterday and were treated at the end by a small wooden table and chair
> on the edge of the glacier with scotch and (glacier)) water and
> chocolate argentine cookies for everyone.
>
> Next day we cruised amounng icebergs that had "calved" off the three or
> four glaciers that feed into Argentina's largest lake, Lago Argentino,
>
> Today we cruised again past the myriad of floating bergs to visit an
> Estancia (ranch) founded 100 years ago by an Englishman and his wife.
> If anyone needs space to build, come to Patagonia, as it has miles and
> miles of wide open spaces.
>
> Tomorrow we come back to Buenos Aires for a night (will try to talk
> Paula into an afternoon Milonga at the Bar Ideal) and will be home
> monday in time for Walk in Dance Out Monday night. Heard it has been
> raining so my tennis friends say I did not miss much. Great weather
> here. Only one day of rain when we were in BA.
>
> Tom
>
>