February 2006 Archives

I first learned about Timothy Treadwell in Outside Magazine a couple of years ago. I heard from friends that a movie was made of his video tapes. They're reaction was polar and somewhat startling.

From the articles in Outside, I had my own thoughts going into the movie. My first inclination was that Timothy Treadwell was at least a naturalist, with proper training and thorough knowledge of bears and their habitats. The movie showed that he was none of the above. His foray into the wild was based on childhood love of critters and Teddy bears, and "coming in second to Woody Harrelson" for the bartender position on Cheers. In his clips, he continuously praised the bears for their friendship, and expressed love for the bears, foxes, and the entire scene. It all came to a head when watching a female bear excrete and his reaction went off the charts. Very, very odd.

The entire movie went back and forth between showing Treadwell's "love" for the bears, and the love his friends had for him. Many of his friends referred to his addictions to alcohol and drugs and hanging prior to heading into the bush. Kris pointed out that he just found another addiction by spending time with the bears.

I spent part of the movie wondering if Jane Goodall would've received the same distain if she had been mauled by Chimpanzes. She spent forty-five years studying the social and familial rituals of the chimps, and went on to world-wide recognition. What if Treadwell had survived? Would he have learned anything? Would he have been able to share it, change the way the world views bears? I don't know if anything scientific has been made of Treadwell's video or observations, but if it has, was his life worth it?

Overall, take away the opinions expressed by the commentator, Director Werner Herzog, and watch the movie for yourself. I found a deeply disturbed man who got exactly what was coming to him.

I was pleasantly surprised to see and old friend this morning, if only briefly. The last time we were together was last summer, when people were commenting on how skinny I looked. Too skinny in fact, some commented. I brushed it off because they were all used to Fat Rob, who doesn't exist anymore and didn't like that much anyways.

Back to my friend. I was putting my belt on when he showed up. During Fat Rob days, I used the first hole on my belt to keep my pants up. I wore it this way for quite some time, and it showed. Fat Rob put some serious strain on No. 1. So much so it deformed into an oval. After Fat Rob was evicted, No. 1 quickly gave way to No. 2, which gave way No. 3. After flirting with hole No. 4 during the heaviest training months last summer, No. 3 and No. 2 were back during my lazy days. No. 4 was long gone, most likely enjoying his winter days in the sunny confines of Arizona with the other snowbirds.

Well, imagine my surprise this morning, when No. 4 made an appearance! However, I elected to stick with No. 3 for comfort for today as I hadn't eaten breakfast yet. But, it's good to know that No. 4 is nearby and ready to for use. Soon, my friend, we'll be reunited and all will be right with the world again.

Always threatening to buy this shirt, Kris found a NPR Story of the day that hit very close to home.

Now I just have to convince her to get her own blog and we'll be all set.

Wisconsin's Governor Doyle works out at the Shell most Sunday mornings. This past Sunday, he spent about a half-hour on an elliptical machine, and then ventured over to the recumbent exercise bikes. Because the recumbents are used seldomly, they offer some solitude. However, when you're the governor, solitude is a fleeting thing.

Many people stopped by as they ran or walked around the track, or visited as they rested between basketball games. I was in the middle of running nine miles and able to hear only tidbits of conversations as I made my way around the track. One woman stopped and obviously had a few thoughts on the governor's recent decisions. (Concealed guns & Booster seats) I picked up two sound bites of the conversation. Both are Doyle's responses:

...if you look at the big map with all those red states in the middle, there's only...

...when you get out of your booster seat at age eight, you can go out and get your gun...

That second one sticks with me as being a really, really weird quote. Keep in mind it's taken totally out of context. There's only so much you can hear as you run by.

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