Friday, June 13, 2008

Japan, Seeking Trim Waists, Measures Million

[My comments are in bold]

Published: June 13, 2008

AMAGASAKI, Japan — Japan, a country not known for its overweight people, has undertaken one of the most ambitious campaigns ever by a nation to slim down its citizenry.


Summoned by the city of Amagasaki one recent morning, Minoru Nogiri, 45, a flower shop owner, found himself lining up to have his waistline measured. With no visible paunch, he seemed to run little risk of being classified as overweight, or metabo, the preferred word in Japan these days.

But because the new state-prescribed limit for male waistlines is a strict 33.5 inches, he had anxiously measured himself at home a couple of days earlier. “I’m on the border,” he said.

Under a national law that came into effect two months ago, companies and local governments must now measure the waistlines of Japanese people between the ages of 40 and 74 as part of their annual checkups. That represents more than 56 million waistlines, or about 44 percent of the entire population.

Those exceeding government limits — 33.5 inches for men and 35.4 inches for women, which are identical to thresholds established in 2005 for Japan by the International Diabetes Federation as an easy guideline for identifying health risks — and having a weight-related ailment will be given dieting guidance if after three months they do not lose weight. If necessary, those people will be steered toward further re-education after six more months.

Can you IMAGINE the outrage in America? Sure the "allowed" limits would be higher (because generally Americans come from heartier & heftier genetic stock than Japanese), but the very idea that the government could impose a limit is so Big Brother it's not even funny.

To reach its goals of shrinking the overweight population by 10 percent over the next four years and 25 percent over the next seven years, the government will impose financial penalties on companies and local governments that fail to meet specific targets. The country’s Ministry of Health argues that the campaign will keep the spread of diseases like diabetes and strokes in check.

The ministry also says that curbing widening waistlines will rein in a rapidly aging society’s ballooning health care costs, one of the most serious and politically delicate problems facing Japan today. Most Japanese are covered under public health care or through their work. Anger over a plan that would make those 75 and older pay more for health care brought a parliamentary censure motion Wednesday against Prime Minister Yasuo Fukuda, the first against a prime minister in the country’s postwar history.

Unfortunately for Japan, they have a population time bomb on their hands. Japan is aging more rapidly than almost any other country and they will soon have a serious glut of elderly people. Elderly people that consume a lot of health care.

But critics say that the government guidelines — especially the one about male waistlines — are simply too strict and that more than half of all men will be considered overweight. The effect, they say, will be to encourage overmedication and ultimately raise health care costs.

Yoichi Ogushi, a professor at Tokai University’s School of Medicine near Tokyo and an expert on public health, said that there was “no need at all” for the Japanese to lose weight.

Based on their waist sizes, I agree!

“I don’t think the campaign will have any positive effect. Now if you did this in the United States, there would be benefits, since there are many Americans who weigh more than 100 kilograms,” or about 220 pounds, Mr. Ogushi said. “But the Japanese are so slender that they can’t afford to lose weight.”

Mr. Ogushi was actually a little harder on Americans than they deserved. A survey by the National Center for Health Statistics found that the average waist size for Caucasian American men was 39 inches, a full inch lower than the 40-inch threshold established by the International Diabetes Federation. American women did not fare as well, with an average waist size of 36.5 inches, about two inches above their threshold of 34.6 inches. The differences in thresholds reflected variations in height and body type from Japanese men and women.

39 inches is decently generous, in my book. I know I'd like to have a waist that size (then continue dieting and move on down through it, of course. Right now I just need to get under my current 48 inch size).

Comparable figures for the Japanese are sketchy since waistlines have not been measured officially in the past. But private research on thousands of Japanese indicates that the average male waistline falls just below the new government limit.

That fact, widely reported in the media, has heightened the anxiety in the nation’s health clinics.

In Amagasaki, a city in western Japan, officials have moved aggressively to measure waistlines in what the government calls special checkups. The city had to measure at least 65 percent of the 40- to 74-year-olds covered by public health insurance, an “extremely difficult” goal, acknowledged Midori Noguchi, a city official.

When his turn came, Mr. Nogiri, the flower shop owner, entered a booth where he bared his midriff, exposing a flat stomach with barely discernible love handles. A nurse wrapped a tape measure around his waist across his belly button: 33.6 inches, or 0.1 inch over the limit.

“Strikeout,” he said, defeat spreading across his face.

Good grief. In America some people would probably consider him malnourished.

The campaign started a couple of years ago when the Health Ministry began beating the drums for a medical condition that few Japanese had ever heard of — metabolic syndrome — a collection of factors that heighten the risk of developing vascular disease and diabetes. Those include abdominal obesity, high blood pressure and high levels of blood glucose and cholesterol. In no time, the scary-sounding condition was popularly shortened to the funny-sounding metabo, and it has become the nation’s shorthand for overweight.

And yet the amusing findings that are turning up right now seem to indicate that overweight people actually consume less health resources because they die earlier and don't tend to linger for years at the very end of their lives in poor health because they tend to die before they reach those ages. At any rate it's a very interesting hypothesis that seems to have some facts to back it up.

The mayor of one town in Mie, a prefecture near here, became so wrapped up in the anti-metabo campaign that he and six other town officials formed a weight-loss group called “The Seven Metabo Samurai.” That campaign ended abruptly after a 47-year-old member with a 39-inch waistline died of a heart attack while jogging.

That's sad.

Still, at a city gym in Amagasaki recently, dozens of residents — few of whom appeared overweight — danced to the city’s anti-metabo song, which warned against trouser buttons popping and flying away, “pyun-pyun-pyun!”

“Goodbye, metabolic. Let’s get our checkups together. Go! Go! Go!

Goodbye, metabolic. Don’t wait till you get sick. No! No! No!”

Now this sounds Japanese.

The word metabo has made it easier for health care providers to urge their patients to lose weight, said Dr. Yoshikuni Sakamoto, a physician in the employee health insurance union at Matsushita, which makes Panasonic products.

“Before we had to broach the issue with the word obesity, which definitely has a negative image,” Dr. Sakamoto said. “But metabo sounds much more inclusive.”

Even before Tokyo’s directives, Matsushita had focused on its employees’ weight during annual checkups. Last summer, Akio Inoue, 30, an engineer carrying 238 pounds on a 5-foot-7 frame, was told by a company doctor to lose weight or take medication for his high blood pressure. After dieting, he was down to 182 pounds, but his waistline was still more than one inch over the state-approved limit.

With the new law, Matsushita has to measure the waistlines of not only its employees but also of their families and retirees. As part of its intensifying efforts, the company has started giving its employees “metabo check” towels that double as tape measures.

So Japanese employers must not only monitor their employees, but their families and the company's retired former employees as well? That can't be cheap.

“Nobody will want to be singled out as metabo,” Kimiko Shigeno, a company nurse, said of the campaign. “It’ll have the same effect as non-smoking campaigns where smokers are now looked at disapprovingly.”

Companies like Matsushita must measure the waistlines of at least 80 percent of their employees. Furthermore, they must get 10 percent of those deemed metabolic to lose weight by 2012, and 25 percent of them to lose weight by 2015.

NEC, Japan’s largest maker of personal computers, said that if it failed to meet its targets, it could incur as much as $19 million in penalties. The company has decided to nip metabo in the bud by starting to measure the waistlines of all its employees over 30 years old and by sponsoring metabo education days for the employees’ families.

SO... who wants to bet that there won't be employees fired because they're too fat and hurt company compliance with the rules?

Some experts say the government’s guidelines on everything from waistlines to blood pressure are so strict that meeting, or exceeding, those targets will be impossible. They say that the government’s real goal is to shift health care costs onto the private sector.

Wouldn't be the first time that's happened.

Dr. Minoru Yamakado, an official at the Japan Society of Ningen Dock, an association of doctors who administer physical exams, said he endorsed the government’s campaign and its focus on preventive medicine.

But he said that the government’s real priority should be to reduce smoking rates, which remain among the highest among advanced nations, in large part because of Japan’s powerful tobacco lobby.

“Smoking is even one of the causes of metabolic syndrome,” he said. “So if you’re worried about metabo, stopping people from smoking should be your top priority.”

Despite misgivings, though, Japan is pushing ahead.

Kizashi Ohama, an official in Matsuyama, a city that has also acted aggressively against metabo, said he would leave the debate over the campaign’s merits to experts and health officials in Tokyo.

At Matsuyama’s public health clinic, Kinichiro Ichikawa, 62, said the government-approved 33.5-inch male waistline was “severe.” He is 5-foot-4, weighs only 134 pounds and knows no one who is overweight.

There are almost no Americans who can claim to not know anyone who is overweight, that's for sure.

“Japan shouldn’t be making such a fuss about this,” he said before going off to have his waistline measured.

But on a shopping strip here, Kenzo Nagata, 73, a toy store owner, said he had ignored a letter summoning him to a so-called special checkup. His waistline was no one’s business but his own, he said, though he volunteered that, at 32.7 inches, it fell safely below the limit. He planned to disregard the second notice that the city was scheduled to mail to the recalcitrant.

“I’m not going,” he said. “I don’t think that concerns me.”

Good for him. Societal pressures and the norms of each culture create an expectation of a general body size. Europeans, for example, clearly feel more pressure to maintain their weight than Americans do, and apparently the Japanese experience to a far greater degree than Europeans. That's not a bad thing, but my libertarian nature says that government should BUTT OUT OF IT.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Pictures I

Everett drove us to Atlanta with a van following behind.

Penguin sculpture outside of Atlanta's Hartsfield Airport.

Here's our plane! I was going, "Airplane airplane airplane airplane airplane!" because I was so excited to finally go flying again (I resolved years ago that I wouldn't until I was under 300 pounds, and I held firm to that).

I was excited to have Jana Riley sitting next to me for our flight ATL-JFK. We had a good time playing trivia and cheating off of each other.

Delta generally grouped us by our last names but scattered us throughout the plane. Here we have Erica and Claire who sat next to me on the 757 flight across the pond. We've just been served dinner.

Our coach in Ireland at the cliffs of Moher. You can see Eunan, the awesome driver/guide on Bus 1. It was strange having the door on the opposite side.

We just boarded our coach in Shannon. Doug is...Doug in this picture.

Our coach's seats were very comfortable and it was hard to stay awake our first day in
Ireland, since most of us hadn't slept very well on the redeye flight. Here Matt and
Beth are seen enjoying the excellent recline of the seats.

The cliffs of Moher were amazing

Magnificent

Kristen, Rob, Brad, Candice, and Davis eating lunch outside of the Moher visitor's center.

Rectangle Down People, or, an Irish emergency exit sign as seen in our Galway hotel.

Chara is posing with one of Celtic Crystal's vases, and even this nearly 100 pound monster was done by hand by Sean, the craftsman who impressed us with his demonstration.

You can see the missing spot where the wineglass that I bought for my mom was.

Panoramic view of Connemara National Park where we went hiking. It was quite scenic
and a nice day for a walk.

Kylemore Abbey, which is currently used as a girl's boarding school and is
run by Benedictine nuns.

I think any of us that were on Bus 1 can talk about peat, how it's made, how to harvest it, the dangers of peat bogs, etc. for at least 20 minutes without stopping.

Andrew (holding the frisbee) brought his frisbee with him and we played ultimate frisbee one night on the beach in front of our hotel on the shore of Galway Bay

Breakfast conversation between Andy, Dr. Huff, and Demario

Breakfast at our hotel in Galway was delicious

Let's just say that Irish coach drivers make full use of all the available space in the narrow roads.

Castle ruins at Clonmacnois

Beth and Greg with Aedh, a pilgrim who died on the way to Clonmacnois in 606 AD.

Panoramic of Clonmacnois which was founded by St. Ciaran in 545 AD. We stopped
there on the way to Dublin.

Our group ate dinner here our first night in Dublin. I had the lamb boxty (which
is a filling wrapped in a potato pancake) and it was good.

Christchurch Cathedral in Dublin

Proof that there are rednecks even in Dublin, Ireland.

Looking down O'Connell Street in Dublin in the general direction of our hotel. The Dublin spire is off in the distance and you can see how crowded Dublin was.

This girl was a really interesting flutist in the Aarhane Community Band who we performed with at St. Patrick's Cathedral, which was by far my favorite concert of the trip. The Aarhane band was pretty good and I loved their uniforms. They thought it was so cool that MSU actually had a real marching band that did halftime shows.

Jana is seen here with her favorite brand of Irish bottled water in the Stena ferry terminal.

The Stena Explorer, docked in Dun Laoghaire, Ireland, about to ferry us at 40
knots across the Irish Sea to Holyhead, Wales.

Pictures II

Candice took my picture in the morning with Big Ben in the background

The western gate of Westminster Abbey. Do you see MLK Jr?

Buildings just south of Westminster

Band playing at the inspection of the guard at St. James Palace. They were the Royal Malays from Malaysia.

Choirboys walking across the street heading to St. Martin-in-the-Fields

Buckingham Palace

Royal Irish Band in front of Buckingham Palace

The Canada Gate (which I loved) and some members of our group. The blonde wearing
blue was our London tour guide, Jan.

Walking away from Buckingham Palace with the palace gardens to the left.

The Rosetta Stone in the British Museum

Assyrian art depicting a lion hunt. I particularly liked the Assyrian,
Egyptian, and Greek displays.

Riding a double decker bus, front row, second level. You'll marvel at how the buses manage to maneuver around the streets without hitting anything.

Trafalgar Square with the National Gallery (which was incredible) on the left.

Panoramic view of Trafalgar Square.

Big Ben!

The London Eye (aka Millenium Wheel)

London Eye up close. It's really neat how they cantilevered the structure.

Kensington Palace (Princess Diana lived here). It was only a ten minute walk from our hotel.

Me in front of Kneller Hall at the Royal Military School of Music in London, where
the British military trains musicians for its 29 military bands.

Bugle that was actually used during the Charge of the Light Brigade
(Crimean War, 1854) immortalized by Tennyson.

Strange instruments in the museum (there were lots of these, it was very interesting)

Clarinet played by Charles King who died in Somme, France in 1916. The clarinet is
exactly as it was when he last played it, even down to the same reed.

Giving our final concert in the driest room I've ever played in in my life. It was interesting seeing most of the audience wearing army fatigues.

Clarinet section picture after our final concert

St. Paul's Cathedral seen from the Millenium Bridge (which was London's first new bridge across the Thames since 1894 and was nicknamed the "wibbly wobbly bridge" due to excessive vibration when it opened).

St. Paul's Cathedral up closer (we walked almost completely around it
but we just didn't have time to go in)

Kristyn & Andrew on a windy underground train


At the Majestic Theatre ready to see Phantom of the Opera!

Here's our Delta 767-300ER ready to take us home from Gatwick to Atlanta in
8 hours and 23 minutes.

Jana was excited to be sitting next to me again.

Gatwick's fire trainer.

Lunch was chicken and orzo pasta and it was quite good. Delta's international
service has improved in recent years and it shows.

Shellie & Crystal loved the painting that I got for them in the entrance tunnel to
the Westminster underground station.

Monday, May 26, 2008

British Isles Tour

Well, we had a good time. Okay, to be honest, we had an absolutely fantastic trip. Here are a few pictures (see above) and a day by day account of the trip (the short version). As far as weight loss goes, am I ever glad that I didn't try to fly when I was 400+ pounds. We had three Delta flights, one 1'45 from ATL-JFK, an overnight flight from JFK to Shannon that was about six hours (both on 757s), and the return flight from Gatwick (London) to Atlanta on a 767. Seats sure haven't gotten any wider since I last flew, but the legroom on all of our flights was pretty good, I thought. And holy cow did we ever walk and walk and walk in Galway, Dublin, and London. I enjoyed having more energy than I would've if we'd gone two years ago but my left knee tended to hurt a bit after we'd been on the go for several hours. Still, I walk much faster than I used to and I had to be careful not to leave whoever I was walking with in my dust (at least before I'd get tired by the end of the day). My favorite part of the trip was traveling with our group, I mean, how often do you get to go to Europe with a tightly knit group of many of your best college friends?

Monday, May 5:
Left the band hall at 6:30am, drove to Atlanta, stopped at a mall and got lunch on the way (for probably the first time ever we didn't stop at the Galleria in Birmingham). Our flight from ATL left around 4:30pm and we had fun playing Delta's trivia game (Dr. Aarhus = Oprah) and I was privileged to sit next to Jana Riley on the flight and we had a good time cheating off of each other playing trivia. We got to New York a little after 7pm and our next flight left at 10:15pm so we had a few hours to kill (Delta's JFK terminal isn't the nicest, but it works). The flight overnight was on a Delta 757 (narrowbody) and it wasn't a bad flight, just over six hours long, but I had a terrible time trying to sleep on the plane.

Tuesday, May 6:
We arrived shortly after 9am in Shannon, Ireland. We met our coach drivers and loaded the buses and drove around Ireland for a bit on the way to the Cliffs of Moher. The cliffs were absolutely spectacular and the weather was beautiful. I had a terrible time trying to stay awake riding on the coach due to lack of sleep (Ireland is also six hours ahead of Central Time, so our 9am arrival felt like 3am to us) because of course you don't want to miss anything. After some more driving we arrived at our hotel in Galway (actually in Salthill, which basically feels like it actually is Galway). I walked around a bit before dinner, then after dinner we all pretty much went out in groups to the downtown area and went walking and pubbing (as Davis and Candice noted, the pubs in Galway were more authentic and much less touristy than the ones in Dublin).

Wednesday, May 7:
In the morning our buses split up and one bus went to Connemara Marble Works and the other to Celtic Crystal, then swapped. I think we all enjoyed Celtic Crystal and watching Sean give an amazing demonstration on engraving and I bought my mom a wineglass for 38.5 Euros which she loved. Afterwards we reconvened and went to Connemara National Park (with plenty of sightseeing and information about peat bogs given out along the way) and hiked for a while then went to Kylemore Abbey for lunch. After our drive back to Galway we didn't have much time before a quick dinner so I changed into my concert black (thankfully not a tux, just black shirt, pants, and shoes), had dinner (which was delicious), went to the Galway's town hall, gave our concert, which was very enthusiastically received by the sparse crowd that attended (what can I say, the people that were there loved us), then went back to the hotel and instead of going out six of us went out and played ultimate frisbee on the beach in front of our hotel around 10:30pm. We were joking about going swimming (like the Irish), but after wading a bit we all agreed that none of us was crazy enough to take the plunge.

Thursday, May 8:
Today we got up and got all our stuff back on the bus and departed Galway on our way to Dublin. Of course we did some sightseeing along the way and we stopped for a while at an early monastic (and by early I mean founded in 545 AD by St. Ciaran) settlement called Clonmacnois. It was very interesting with several buildings and towers and graves and the whispering arch (which worked extremely well) that we all had fun trying. Eventually we got back on the coach and got to Dublin in the afternoon. My group (which tended to be Beth, Matt, Laura, Fred, and I) walked around Dublin for a bit to get our bearings, ate dinner at Gallagher's Boxty House (I had the lamb boxty and it was very good), walked around the Temple Bar area (Dublin's cleaner version of touristy Bourbon St.), walked around the grounds of Christchurch Cathedral, went over the River Liffey, got gelato at Botticellis, went drinking (but not at a traditional pub because they tended to be really crowded with tourists), and finally wound up at O'Sullivans with other MSU students (about 16 of us), where a guy named Brian was playing guitar and he was really good (a mix of Irish drinking songs and American rock). We left at 11:45pm because the pub closed at 11:30pm and went back to the hotel for the night (it had been a long day). Oh yeah, and while Guinness even in Ireland is still nasty, Murphy’s Extra Stout is the bomb.

Friday, May 9:
This was my least favorite day on the trip. I woke up at 5:30am feeling sick, but I felt better by the time we left on our bus tour of Dublin (not the greatest). One of my friends got sick on the bus, but luckily I had a bag with me (because I hadn't been feeling great). We saw St. Michan's Church, where Handel had practiced on the organ before the premier of Messiah (the premier was actually very close to the Temple Bar area in Dublin) and we got to see the crypts underneath the church (not that impressive). We ended the tour at Trinity College so we got to see the Book of Kells (a bunch of old people kept hogging the view and wouldn't move along) and the Long Room of the library, which was spectacular. Afterwards our little group reformed, ate lunch at Supermac's (basically an Irish McDonalds, I ate about half my food and gave up), then we split up because I couldn't handle shopping with the girls (I didn't have the energy for it). I went off on my own looking for a shawl for my sister, and on the way I walked through St. Stephens Park, saw the Natural History Museum (unfortunately the National Museum was closed), the National Gallery (of art), the Dublin Library's reading room, finally did buy Lorena a scarf, and after all that walking I finally dragged myself back to the hotel and laid down for just a few minutes before changing for dinner, which I had no appetite for and barely ate (that's a genuine sign that I was indeed sick). We gave our second concert at St. Patrick's Cathedral that night, which was our best concert of the tour, and it was an amazing experience. St. Patrick's is huge and impressive, and we actually gave a joint concert with the Arthane Community Band, which is a secondary school band and they were pretty good. I got to talk to one of their flutists after the concert and it was a pleasure to have a conversation with her. After the concert we went back to the hotel and went out walking again, getting sandwiches at a convenience store (I was feeling better by then), and a group of us sat in the lobby until we were about to fall asleep (I kept teasing Beth by pretending to fall asleep and she repeatedly command, “Cliff, go to bed!”)

Saturday, May 10:
Basically today was a travel day. In order to save money we didn't fly from Dublin to London (which would've been nice, although we would've missed getting to see Wales, gee, missing Wales versus spending the night in London, gosh that's a tough one), instead we took the ferry and rode on a bus for a freaking long time. The ferry was a high speed vessel (SWATH type) named the Stena Explorer, and lo and behold it actually did rain on us, but only once most of us had already entered the ferry terminal at Dun Laoghaire (which is practically in Dublin). The ferry ride didn't last that long, but it was misty so you couldn't see much. Wales basically had a lot of greenery and sheep, and seemed like a sleepy rural country. We stopped at a town in Wales that has the longest name in the world,
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch (although the formal name of Bangkok is actually longer), made a two more stops at rest areas, and finally made it into London pretty late (just before 10pm). Some people went out walking but I checked my email/Facebook/grades for the first time on the trip and then went to bed. I should mention that we were all glad that England's roads are wider and smoother than the one's in the Ireland...and Wales was boring.

Sunday, May 11:
As Jan so cheerfully thanked us for getting up on time, we left just after 8:30am for a tour of London that was actually really cool. Traffic was very light and we got to see a lot of sights, like Kensington Gardens, Harrods, Hyde Park, Tralfagar Square, the courts, the City, drive across the Tower Bridge, saw the Tower of London, etc. We got out and took pictures and walked around Parliament and Westminster for half an hour, then reboarded the coach and drove to St. James Palace. We disembarked again, saw the inspection of the guard (it was the Royal Malays from Malaysia, who brought their own band...felt a lot like homecoming, taking the music around again and again). We got to see the choirboys walk across the street to St. Martin-in-the-Fields, then walked to Buckingham Palace and saw the changing of the guard. After that we were on our own, and our group took the underground for the first time to Covent Gardens, had lunch, toured the British Museum (the Greek, Egyptian, and Assyrian exhibits are incredible), then rode a double decker bus to Tralfagar Square (of course we sat on top at the very front), went through the National Gallery of Art until it closed, then ate dinner at a pub (I tried steak & ale pie, not a fan). At that point some of our group went back to the hotel while Matt, Beth, and I wanted to ride the London Eye so we had a very nice walk across the river whereupon we discovered that the half hour "flight" cost 15.50 pounds, which was about $34. No thanks! We walked back across the bridge, with Matt stopping and getting this really neat aluminum sculpture for his sister, and I bought a painting in the entrance tunnel to the Westminster underground station (without trying I got the price down from 20 pounds [$44] to $20). After we got back to the hotel and dropped our stuff off we went back out and got dessert at a cafe and took it back to the hotel.

Monday, May 12:
I woke up early (forgot to close the curtains again), went back to sleep, then finally got up at 7am. I had breakfast with Mrs. McGreevey downstairs then sat in the lounge and finished my postcards and wrote in my journal. I still had a little time before we had to leave so I took a quick walk over to Kensington Gardens and saw Kensington Palace. Both were lovely, of course, and it was a beautiful morning to take a walk. We left at 10:30am to go to the Royal Military School of Music, where the British military trains musicians for its military bands. It was a bit of a ride out there but they had a really neat collection of old and strange instruments (and five floors beneath us in the cellar of uncataloged instruments and other historical items). We ate lunch there and gave our final concert in what may have been the driest room I have ever performed in. It was a bit strange having an audience almost entirely wearing green fatigues. After the concert we went back to the hotel, changed, then set out again. Our group went to the Churchill War Rooms Museum but decided not to go in because we didn't really have enough time, so we got back on the underground and got off at Cannon Street, walked across a bridge, saw the Globe Theatre (reproduction of Shakespeare's theatre), walked back across the Thames on the Millenium something footbridge and got a beautiful view of St. Paul's. We had dinner in a pub (fish and chips is always a safe choice for pub food in London), saw Phantom of the Opera at the Majestic Theatre (the Phantom was Iranian and the star of the show), then walked around Picadilly Circus for a while after the show. At this point we split up and some of us went back to the hotel while others stayed out and went pubbing (I went back to the hotel).

Tuesday, May 13:
Woke up way too early. I don't think Russell went to sleep because he had to wake me up at 4:53am after I slept through my alarm clock and our wake up call (I shouldn't've gone to bed at 2:30am, I guess). We left the hotel around 5:30am and drove to Gatwick Airport (thankfully not Heathrow). Our flight home left a little after 9am and it was a much more pleasant flight than our flight over the pond. Jana Riley again was my seatmate but in the back of the plane there were plenty of empty seats so Jana grabbed a center row of three seats and slept most of the way back and I had two seats to myself, which was nice. The flight was about 8.5 hours long directly to Atlanta. In Atlanta it took a little while to go through customs and get our luggage and recheck it back into ATL's system then pick it up again. We arrived home around 6:45pm and we were all very glad to get off the coach. You have to realize that for us, leaving the hotel at 5:30am was actually 11:30pm Monday night back in Starkville, and when we arrived in Starkville, 6:45pm felt like 12:45am then next day to us.

Wednesday & Thursday, May 14-15:
Honestly, it's like these days didn't even exist. The only productive thing I did either day was to post pictures on Facebook. That's it. Getting back onto our own time was harder than adapting ourselves forward in time.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Good news and bad news

The bad news first.

I really haven't lost any weight since the beginning of March. I've been lazy and plateaued and I have to adjust to the fact that my body burns fewer calories both while sitting around and while exercising. Needless to say, I plan to rededicate myself when I get back from Europe and get back to losing.

Europe? Did someone say Europe? Yes indeed. The MSU Wind Ensemble leaves Starkville at 6:30am on Monday morning to ride on a bus to Atlanta, where we'll board a Delta 757, fly to JFK in New York, then wait three hours and board another Delta 757 at 10:15pm. We'll arrive in Shannon, Ireland at 9:20am their time, which is 6 hours ahead of Central Time. We'll be in Galway for two days, Dublin for two days, then we'll take the ferry across the sea and go to Wales, drive through Wales and England for a day, and spend the last two days in London. Along the way we'll be giving concerts in Galway, in St. Patrick's Cathedral in Dublin, and at the Royal Military School of Music in London. Exciting! It's not really a good time to visit Europe right now thanks to the incredibly weak dollar (thanks for nothing, Alan Greenspan), but we're gonna have fun. I'll post plenty of pictures when I return. And as long as I'm below my self-imposed 300 pound weight limit (or I'm not flying)...I'm alright with it for now.

There will be a blog updated while we're in the British Isles by Brian Hawkins, and it can be found at the band's website.

Meanwhile here are a few pictures from last Tuesday at the Department of Music cookout which I helped organize.
My buddy Ross brought his grill, I borrowed a grill from Shellie & Crystal, and I brought my grill, so we had plenty of square inches. Needless to say I've never grilled with charcoal before in my life so while the burgers turned out fine, some of the hot dogs became pretty black because I forgot about them. They tasted fine though.

We have a really nice old pecan grove right in between the president's house, the music buildings, and the band hall. Here we see Erica throwing the football with Caitlin and Bart on the blanket.

Another view of the crowd. It was a perfect day, severe clear sky and barely 70 degrees
with a nice breeze.

Erica, Fred, and I taking a picture. Jennifer, the woman sitting in my chair to the left of Erica, is our Dept. of Music secretary and she helped me plan the cookout. We had fun setting it up although I was running late the day of and she was 'bout to have a cow.

Friday, April 25, 2008

The Mormons want me

I'm not kidding, they really do. The college years are interesting times, aren't they?

Now, if you read this blog and you're Baptist, don't freak, I haven't lost all of my senses. But I do have a provisional baptism date with the LDS Church at the West Point Ward on Saturday, May 3. Why? Let's just say they like me a lot (a whole lot) and they want me to join their church. They believe that it is the True Church and that you will be more fulfilled by being a member than by attending another church.

LDS members are incredible people that I love to be around, and I admire the good works that the LDS church does in so many ways, but it's just not for me. I don't believe that the Book of Mormon (I've read about two thirds of it) is scripture, or that the LDS "scriptures" are equivalent to the Bible (that would be the Book of Mormon, Doctrine and Covenants, and the Pearl of Great Price). And if you don't believe that, then why join? I've heard many conversion stories, but I know who I am, and why I am here. I also know that I need to do better.

Now how do I politely and yet more firmly (than I have so far) explain that to my Mormon friends and acquaintances?

Salt Lake Temple

I was an LDS missionary one year for Halloween.
(picture taken fall 2005, before I started losing weight. I'm ~440 in this picture)
The elders on the couch are real LDS missionaries.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Founder's Day & Percussion Playground

Actually, Founder's Day for the Epsilon Chapter of Kappa Kappa Psi at Mississippi State University is tomorrow, but we usually celebrate it on the closest Saturday, which was today. We were found 85 years ago on April 20, 1923, and today we had our annual cookout at McKee Park. Turnout was a bit lower than normal, but we had a good time. And we discovered that our chapter has a living alumnus from our early years, Dr. Dennis, who graduated from MSU in 1938 and was president of our chapter. I thought this was incredibly neat, since he's got to be one of the oldest living alumni of KKPsi. Even today he still plays his contrabass clarinet in the MSU Community Band. I can only dream of being in as good a shape as he's in when I'm in my 90s. We went and fetched Dr. Dennis from his home in Columbus and he came to the cookout.

Dr. Dennis is wearing the maroon jacket.

L-R: Billy, ReShae, Nathan, Ashley

L-R: Ashley, Jeffrey (aka Biscuit, not a brother), Billy, Kat, Nathan, Kristina, Chris


Meanwhile, before that at 10am (okay, actually slightly after 10, I was a bit late) I met Dr. Damm in Bulldog Deli's parking lot and helped to facilitate the Percussion Playground at the Cotton District Arts Festival. I had no idea that this event was so large, but it was great. It helped that the weather was severe clear with not a cloud in the sky and the temperature was perfect, breezy and not hot at all. We drummed with the kids and adults that showed up, and I hated to leave early to get to the cookout (but I was bringing the potato salad, so I had to). The Percussion Playground was a lot of fun.

Other MENC members that were facilitators were Claire (in the green shirt) and Derek (in the M-State shirt).

Bonnie with her dog. She 's student teaching right now and is a past member of MENC.

Linda Karen Smith on the right, former voice instructor at MSU, and one of her friends from France on the left.

It was a bigger crowd than I had expected.