Ok, THIS piece of news made me happy. Of course it's food related, so of course it made me happy.
Baltimore's food trucks will be converging on a lot in Harbor East (421 Central Ave) this evening. They'll be selling from five to ten o'clock.
Depending on how late I leave work, and how crowded it is, this might be a dinner stop on the way home!
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7/8/11
7/2/11
Baltimore Ten Miler
A little late in posting about this, but two weekends ago (Jun 18) I ran the Baltimore Ten Miler. I hadn't upped my mileage well in the leadup to the race, so I was just looking to be comfortable and not destroy myself.
The race wasn't exactly comfy. There were a ton of hills - long, gradual ones that don't seem as bad when you run down them, but are killer on the way back.
Some water stops weren't very organized, but it was really only a problem at mile 4 where there was one poor woman trying to pour out water as dozens of runners ran past. There were plenty of them on the way back, though. I ended up hydrating a lot, because it was so hot, my clothes were sopping at the end of the run.
The post-race party was good. Wedges of watermelon (yum - the watermelon juice stained my face orange for a bit), water, post-race beverages right out of an ice-water bath (2 per adult... I can never drink them anyway, I sipped at one and gave the other to Matt), and some Quaker-Oak granola bar type snacks that I didn't touch. They were just at one table, and it didn't seem worth it to fight the crowd. There was live entertainment and a beautiful area (in Druid Hill Park/by the Zoo) to sit and listen or socialize.
The premium was a fleece vest. I'm not yet sure how I feel about it. The 10 miler was hyped because of its super premium, but a vest isn't for everyone (and by everyone, I mean me. And possibly others.). They also ran HUGE. I ended up with a small after trading, and still am not sure how it's really going to fit (it's sitting in the clean laundry pile post-wash at the moment).
Afterwards we stopped at Frank's Diner for breakfast. Um. YUM. Great balance of salt, fat, carbs... and coffee. Coffee was had by me.
Jeff 6 does a great job summing up our race day on his blog-race-report. He was super company.
We posted decent times (under 1:30 - not a PR, but between the training, the heat, and the hills, I'm totally good with that).
More importantly, I had virtually no pain the next day. I felt great. I was really happy about that.
This weekend kicks off training for the Marine Corps marathon in October. That's my single remaining race of the year, and I'm really looking forward to it. The future Mr. SwimWriteRun will be doing the 10K on the same day! Hooray!
I know HuskyRunner is running the Marine Corps Marathon (did you know he makes BEER for DuClaw? I KNOW!)... anyone else?
The race wasn't exactly comfy. There were a ton of hills - long, gradual ones that don't seem as bad when you run down them, but are killer on the way back.
Some water stops weren't very organized, but it was really only a problem at mile 4 where there was one poor woman trying to pour out water as dozens of runners ran past. There were plenty of them on the way back, though. I ended up hydrating a lot, because it was so hot, my clothes were sopping at the end of the run.
The post-race party was good. Wedges of watermelon (yum - the watermelon juice stained my face orange for a bit), water, post-race beverages right out of an ice-water bath (2 per adult... I can never drink them anyway, I sipped at one and gave the other to Matt), and some Quaker-Oak granola bar type snacks that I didn't touch. They were just at one table, and it didn't seem worth it to fight the crowd. There was live entertainment and a beautiful area (in Druid Hill Park/by the Zoo) to sit and listen or socialize.
The premium was a fleece vest. I'm not yet sure how I feel about it. The 10 miler was hyped because of its super premium, but a vest isn't for everyone (and by everyone, I mean me. And possibly others.). They also ran HUGE. I ended up with a small after trading, and still am not sure how it's really going to fit (it's sitting in the clean laundry pile post-wash at the moment).
Afterwards we stopped at Frank's Diner for breakfast. Um. YUM. Great balance of salt, fat, carbs... and coffee. Coffee was had by me.
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| Corned Beef Hash with Eggs and Homefries from Frank's Diner in Jessup. The eggs improve with the addition of heavily-processed cheese. Coffee not shown. |
Jeff 6 does a great job summing up our race day on his blog-race-report. He was super company.
We posted decent times (under 1:30 - not a PR, but between the training, the heat, and the hills, I'm totally good with that).
More importantly, I had virtually no pain the next day. I felt great. I was really happy about that.
This weekend kicks off training for the Marine Corps marathon in October. That's my single remaining race of the year, and I'm really looking forward to it. The future Mr. SwimWriteRun will be doing the 10K on the same day! Hooray!
I know HuskyRunner is running the Marine Corps Marathon (did you know he makes BEER for DuClaw? I KNOW!)... anyone else?
2/5/11
On One Field at The Patterson
Last night, I went to a film screening of "On One Field" at The Patterson, and event hosted by The Creative Alliance and in part sponsored by the Craig Willinger Fund.
If you've never been to The Patterson (I hadn't) it's a cool venue - parking was a little tricky, but once inside, there's a small gallery where people can gather before a show. They offer beer on draft, wine, housemade popcorn, and snacks. Inside, the theater space can seat anywhere from 50 to 180 people.
When the lights dim, the clear holiday lights that loop along the dark red walls glow like tiny stars.
The event began with a brief introduction by the Craig Willinger Fund, followed by the musical stylings of DiDi G, a Burundian musician who hopes to release an album with the Creative Alliance in the near future. He was an excellent performer, trying to engage the crowd, and sang with very real emotion.
"On One Field" is a documentary by Mauricio Osorio that follows three immigrants who met over the common bond of soccer in Patterson Park. The main thrust of the film is the universal nature of soccer - that, no matter who shows up, no matter what language he or she speaks, they can play soccer. The game is a familiar element that does not require a common language. The footage of the games definitely reflects that diversity.
Osorio is an immigrant himself, a native of Bogata, Colombia, who currently works as an architect. He began learning about film through the Creative Alliance. This is his first long film. He also came to the soccer field as an immigrant.
Djuro Jovetic, originally from Croatia, is the main thread of the film, and it's easy to see why. He has a dominating personality, a way of talking and talking despite the fact that his English (as he says often) is not good. Many times, the stories he told about learning English, about trips to home depot, about how he began playing soccer, brought laughter to the room. Yet, at the end of the film, when he talks about the Croatian War (he fled it in 1996), the candid nature of the conversation was striking.
David Mbeya and Yves Ngenzirabona, immigrants from Burundi, were also featured. Burundi is located near Rwanda, and has also been effected by civil war. Mbeya fled the country to the Congo, where war followed. His escape came when he was accepted to medical school in Madagascar. He now works with incoming immigrant populations in Baltimore and the surrounding area, assisting them with health-related issues. It's easy to see him in the role, as in the film and in person, he emits a friendly and open vibe.
At one point in the following Q&A session, he pats Osorio and laughs about how it took five years to get Mbeya's interview. "We didn't take him seriously at first, we thought it was a school project," he says, to laughter in the room.
Ngenzirabona, on the other hand, began the documentary ready to begin studying law enforcement at UB. This, he said, was a way to help people. Five years later, it's not clear if he got the degree, but he is a Captain in the US military. Though he wasn't available to give testimony for the end of the documentary (a project that spanned nearly 6 years), he did make the screening and the Q&A.
And it was there that he said something that struck me. When asked about the impact soccer had on their lives, Osorio and Mbeya had thoughtful answers. Ngenzirabona added only one thing, that at the end of the day, after school or work or both, he was stuck at home. He had no where to go, no one to talk to. He couldn't knock in his neighbor's door and say "I need to talk to someone" because that would be weird. Soccer, and the friendships he found at Patterson Park, gave him that missing outlet.
The film was interesting, educational, entertaining, and a little emotional. It will be re-shown on February 17th at the Creative Alliance, and I encourage you to get tickets ($10) if you're able to go. Buy them quick - Osorio's film sold out before the screening last night and left a long waiting list.
If you've never been to The Patterson (I hadn't) it's a cool venue - parking was a little tricky, but once inside, there's a small gallery where people can gather before a show. They offer beer on draft, wine, housemade popcorn, and snacks. Inside, the theater space can seat anywhere from 50 to 180 people.
When the lights dim, the clear holiday lights that loop along the dark red walls glow like tiny stars.
The event began with a brief introduction by the Craig Willinger Fund, followed by the musical stylings of DiDi G, a Burundian musician who hopes to release an album with the Creative Alliance in the near future. He was an excellent performer, trying to engage the crowd, and sang with very real emotion.
"On One Field" is a documentary by Mauricio Osorio that follows three immigrants who met over the common bond of soccer in Patterson Park. The main thrust of the film is the universal nature of soccer - that, no matter who shows up, no matter what language he or she speaks, they can play soccer. The game is a familiar element that does not require a common language. The footage of the games definitely reflects that diversity.
Osorio is an immigrant himself, a native of Bogata, Colombia, who currently works as an architect. He began learning about film through the Creative Alliance. This is his first long film. He also came to the soccer field as an immigrant.
Djuro Jovetic, originally from Croatia, is the main thread of the film, and it's easy to see why. He has a dominating personality, a way of talking and talking despite the fact that his English (as he says often) is not good. Many times, the stories he told about learning English, about trips to home depot, about how he began playing soccer, brought laughter to the room. Yet, at the end of the film, when he talks about the Croatian War (he fled it in 1996), the candid nature of the conversation was striking.
David Mbeya and Yves Ngenzirabona, immigrants from Burundi, were also featured. Burundi is located near Rwanda, and has also been effected by civil war. Mbeya fled the country to the Congo, where war followed. His escape came when he was accepted to medical school in Madagascar. He now works with incoming immigrant populations in Baltimore and the surrounding area, assisting them with health-related issues. It's easy to see him in the role, as in the film and in person, he emits a friendly and open vibe.
At one point in the following Q&A session, he pats Osorio and laughs about how it took five years to get Mbeya's interview. "We didn't take him seriously at first, we thought it was a school project," he says, to laughter in the room.
Ngenzirabona, on the other hand, began the documentary ready to begin studying law enforcement at UB. This, he said, was a way to help people. Five years later, it's not clear if he got the degree, but he is a Captain in the US military. Though he wasn't available to give testimony for the end of the documentary (a project that spanned nearly 6 years), he did make the screening and the Q&A.
And it was there that he said something that struck me. When asked about the impact soccer had on their lives, Osorio and Mbeya had thoughtful answers. Ngenzirabona added only one thing, that at the end of the day, after school or work or both, he was stuck at home. He had no where to go, no one to talk to. He couldn't knock in his neighbor's door and say "I need to talk to someone" because that would be weird. Soccer, and the friendships he found at Patterson Park, gave him that missing outlet.
The film was interesting, educational, entertaining, and a little emotional. It will be re-shown on February 17th at the Creative Alliance, and I encourage you to get tickets ($10) if you're able to go. Buy them quick - Osorio's film sold out before the screening last night and left a long waiting list.
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