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Proof Gamers Pwn the Average Joe

So it’s not really proof and it’s kind of old news but let me sum it up for everybody.  So what would you think if I told you that Online gamers are actually in better shape than the rest of the population?  You might say something like, ” Eroc that sounds crazy!  That doesn’t fit the stereotype at all! “.  Well a survey done in 2008 has something quite different to say.  Basically the researchers of the study quizzed gamers that were playing EverQuest II (Nerver heard of it probably wouldn’t like it anyway…) about their health and got some interesting results.  The results showed that the online gamers on average were in better shape than the average American.  This could be because the average online is older (about 30 I think) and has more disposable income.  Whatever the reason however this is far from proof and this was just a small study only looking at one game.  More studies would have to be done before this considered common knowledge.  I’ll keep watching the interweb for more info.


For the whole story please check out this….. http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg19926746.400-online-gamers-are-fit–physically-if-not-mentally.html?feedId=health_rss20



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Exercise in HCMC

I’ve attended several gyms/saunas/spas in HCMC, in search of a decent exercise experience at a reasonable price. From the Park-Hyatt, which was possibly the most posh experience, to the Worker’s Center on Nguyễn Thị Minh Khai, where the equipment was rusting and there was no air-con, I’ve hit the entire gamut and, I think, found something that works pretty well for me.


California Wow, a gym that in Thailand is cheap, runs about $150 a month here. The other hotel/high-rise gyms also run above a $100 US. Far too much for my current meager salary and often lacking in equipment or activities. So I go for other alternatives. Lan Anh is too noisy and, as mentioned, most of the smaller and older local gyms have outdated and dilapidated equipment. Thus, I go to Phòng Tập Fitness Phạm Văn Mách on Huyền Trân Công Chúa between NTMK and Nguyễn Du.


Located on the back side of the Worker’s complex it occupies a portion of the ground floor in a three story building with colonial aspirations. Itself a small fitness complex, various vendors offer sporting equipment, yoga training, coffee, and a gym. But in one of my weekend wanders I stopped in this gym to find it has air-con, is priced reasonably at VND300,00 a month (approximately USD$17), and only crowded during peak times. Unfortunately, I go during peak times, but you can’t have everything at that price.


After a month of working out I met the owner, Phạm Văn Mách, a man about half my height but so ripped that he could probably snap me like a twig. Only later did my buddy from Uzbekistan point out that half the pictures on the wall were of Mách. Mách has been a competitive body builder for eleven years winning all kinds of amateur awards and recently moving into professional competition. He is currently the top light-flyweight lifter in the WBPF-whatever that stands for-and is definitely an impressive specimen. I won’t link to his name but Google search him and you’ll get an idea. He’s a nice guy and he’s frequently at the gym.


Now, that said, I wouldn’t use his gym for aerobic workouts. (I stepped on a treadmill and it killed the electricity for five other machines. The bikes, for the most part, don’t have variable resistance, and the elliptical machines are designed for people with short legs.) He’s got a great selection of weight machines and free weights and for anaerobic workouts, I think probably the best show in HCMC. And he’s ordered new treadmills so that may change in the near future. For aerobic workouts, I find myself running in the park and swimming on the weekends.


Swimming pools are surprisingly abundant in HCMC. Unfortunately, the public pools all close at 18.00 hours, and often during lunchtime as well. So if you want to go for a swim after work you’ve got to pony up the bucks for a private pool. Too expensive for my taste. Instead I go for a jog most days that I actually get a workout. But even then, don’t try to do this on the street. Not only will you end up walking at a snail’s pace because of traffic, but if you actually do get to run you’ll twist your ankle in some unseen pothole or badly installed tile. And don’t do this during the day. It’s too hot to choose to run while the sun is in the sky.


I run in circles in the park after dark. It’s cooled off by then and the surface is reasonably flat. The central park area between Phạm ngũ Lão and Lê Lai has a 500 meter circuit. After a few times around you’ll figure out where the tree roots and cracks are and can avoid them easily. Yes, it means running in a circle, and yes, if you’re white, everyone will stare and comment as you go past. But if you need a workout, and if you’re in HCMC, this is the way to do it. Cheap, simple, and oh so repetitive. Otherwise, you’re paying thousands of dollars a year for a service you may or may not use.



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Hoşgeldin Hayalim... Gong Yoo

Derin bir nefes alıyorum ve artık yazmaya başlıyorum. Bu yazmaya başladığım ve sildiğim sanırım beşinci taslak. Dünden beri bunun için uğraşıyorum. Dün o kadar karmaşık duygular içindeydim ki yazdığım satırların anlamsızlığı beni bile şaşırttı. İşte o zaman anladımki bu kadar duygu yoğunlu içindeyken yazdıklarımdan hiçbir hayır gelmez.



Hoşgeldin Güneşim. Aslında biten bu hasretin beni çok mutlu etmesi gerekiyordu ancak sadece çok mutlu değilim ayrıca üzgünümde. Anladım ki bir kez daha senin askerde olman seni görememek anlamına gelsede diğer bir yandan kimseyle paylaşmama anlamına da geliyormuş ayrıca. Bunu da anladım teskere gününde hayranlarının karşısında onlara gülümserken. Adını mutluluk koyduğum bu his peki neden bu kadar hüzün verici oldu aynı zamanda çözemedim bir anda bu duyguyu. Sonradan düşündükçe anladım ve mecburen sindirdim.

Boşlukta hissediyorum şu anda kendimi. Sana dair, senin olan ve sana ait herşeyi sevdiğim gibi seni özlemeyi, sana hasret duymayı, yolunu beklemeyi ve günlerini saymayı da sevmişim aynı zamanda. Teker teker silinirken takvim yaprakları hayatımızdan inan bana şu son iki yıl giden, eksilen hiçbir güne üzülmedim. Çünkü eksilen her gün sana ulaşan, sana giden yoldu aynı zamanda benim için.

Neden diye soran birçok kişi var etrafımda. Neden? Neden? Neden? Nedenini bende bilmiyorum aslında bu sadece bir his. Soranlara merak edenlere tarif edemiyorum. Peki Kimdir? diyenlere de tarfi edemem seni. Daha önce hep söyledim hep söylüyorum. Seni anlatmaya, sana dair hislerimi tarif etmeye benim Türkçem yeterli değil. Yılmaz Erdoğan'ın bir şiirinde dediği gibi "Heybemde Sana Benzeyecek Kadar Güzel Bir Şey Yok". Ne kadar yazarsam yazayım içimde hep birşeylerin eksik kaldığına dair yada yeterince iyi tarif edemediğime dair o his hiç gitmiyor kaybolmuyor. Yeterince iyi yazamadığımdan değilmiş bu sonunda onu da anladım. İnsan kendisi için mükemmel olanı tarif edemiyormuş.

İçimde hiç pişmanlık yok şu hasret dolu günler bittiğinde. Hep elimden geleni değil elimden gelenin fazlasını yaptım. Belki bugünden sonra 'Senin İçin' daha fazla birşey yapamam. Sana bu uzak güzel ülkemden ulaşabileceğim yakınlaşabileceğim en son sınıra geldim. Sana bir mektup gönderdim. Adrese ulaştığından eminiz ama eline aldın mı alacakmısın bilmiyorum. Ama sadece ve sadece yaptıklarımızın sonuçlarının senin yaşadığın nefes aldığın o topraklarda olduğunu bilmek bile yeterli geliyor şu anda.

Güneşim dedim yazıma başlarken. Senin ışığın içimizi ısıtıyor sevgili Yoo. Sımsıcak sıcacık hissediyoruz, hissediyorum sana bakınca. Çok şey öğrendik askerliğin süresince. Beklemeyi, unutmamayı, sadakati, yılmamayı, sebepsiz sevmeyi, zamansız sevmeyi, mekansız sevmeyi. Ancak şu anda farkediyorum ki senin sayende öğrendiklerimiz henüz bitmemiş. Şimdi de öğreneceğimizi tecrübe edeceğimizi farkettiğim şey ise hala sevmeye devam etmek.

Ve satırlarımın sonuna gelirken aynı his yine yüreğime çöktü. Hissettiklerimi yeterince iyi tarif edemedim yine. Sana kavuşmanın mutluluğu, seni sevmenin mutluluğu, senden vazgeçmemenin mutluluğu sanırım bunları tarif edecek cümle henüz kimse tarafından ifade edilemedi. O zaman bu tarifsiz mutluluğu bana yaşattığın için çok teşekkürler. Dilerim 2010 yılında ve daha sonrasında birbirinden başarılı yapımlarda yer alırsın. Hayatta da aynı başarıyı yakalarsın umarım. Ve umarım bende bunları görebilirim, duyabilirim ve hissedebilirim.

Unutulmayacak, vazgeçilmeyecek ve silinmeyecek Gong Yoo dolu yıllar dileğince....

Rare German WW1 pictures: Part 3

A German soldiers exposes himself as he throws a hand grenade towards an enemy trench.


QUOTES

"All through the war the great armament firms were supplied from the enemy countries. The French and the British sold war materials to the Germans through Switzerland, Holland and the Baltic neutrals, and the Germans supplied optical sights for the British Admiralty. The armament industry, which had helped stimulate the war, made millions out of it."

British historian C.J. Pennethorne Hughesz, 1935

German machinegunners in a flooded shell-hole during the Battle of Ypres.


QUOTES

"In war-time the word patriotism means suppression of truth."

S. Sassoon in 'Memoirs of an Infantry Officer'


CASUALTIES DURING THE FIRST WORLD WAR (DEAD & KILLED)

Allied Powers

Russia 1,700,000
France 1,357,800
British Empire 908,371
Italy 650,000
United States 126,000
Japan 300
Romania 335,706
Serbia 45,000
Belgium 13,716
Greece 5,000
Portugal 7,222
Montenegro 3,000

Total 5,152,115

Central Powers

Germany 1,773,7000
Austria-Hungary 1,200,000
Turkey 325,000
Bulgaria 87,500

Total 3,386,200

Grand Total 8,538,315
Several allied countries, e.g. Canada, Australia and New Zealand, are not itemized. They are counted under the British Empire.
Canada: Enlisted 595,000. Served overseas 418,000. Killed in Action 35,666. Died of wounds 12,420. Died of disease 5,405. Wounded 155,799. Prisoners of War 3,575. Presumed dead 4,671. Missing 425. Deaths in Canada 2,221. Total Dead 60,383.
Australia: 416,809 Personnel enlisted (including the Australian Flying Corps). 331,781 of these people served overseas. Among them at least 400 Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people. Total casualties: 215,585 (captured, missing, wounded or killed). Killed: 53,993. Wounded: 137,013 plus 16,496 gassed.
New Zealand: A total of 110,386 men and women served, 100,444 of these served overseas (in Samoa, Egypt, Turkey, Palestine, France, Belgium and Germany). Casualties: 58,526, of whom 18,166 died.

Hiding in a trench hole in the first line Germans assail the French garrison troops at Fort Vaux, near Verdun.


QUOTES


"There were many words that you could not stand to hear and finally only the names of places had dignity. Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene."


American novelist and WW1 veteran Ernest Hemingway, in 'A Farewell to Arms', 1929
Germans in a trench left behind by the French. It ran right through a French village!


QUOTES

"This is a war to end all wars."

American President Woodrow Wilson


"Only the dead have seen the end of war."

George Santayana, Spanish-American philosopher, in a counter to Wilson's words
Germans in a trench


CHRISTMAS IN THE TRENCHES

"We and the Germans met in the middle of no-man's-land."

Frank Richards was a British soldier who experienced the "Christmas Truce". We join his story on Christmas morning 1914:

"On Christmas morning we stuck up a board with 'A Merry Christmas' on it. The enemy had stuck up a similar one. Platoons would sometimes go out for twenty-four hours' rest - it was a day at least out of the trench and relieved the monotony a bit - and my platoon had gone out in this way the night before, but a few of us stayed behind to see what would happen. Two of our men then threw their equipment off and jumped on the parapet with their hands above their heads. Two of the Germans done the same and commenced to walk up the river bank, our two men going to meet them. They met and shook hands and then we all got out of the trench.

Buffalo Bill [the Company Commander] rushed into the trench and endeavoured to prevent it, but he was too late: the whole of the Company were now out, and so were the Germans. He had to accept the situation, so soon he and the other company officers climbed out too. We and the Germans met in the middle of no-man's-land. Their officers was also now out. Our officers exchanged greetings with them. One of the German officers said that he wished he had a camera to take a snapshot, but they were not allowed to carry cameras. Neither were our officers.

We mucked in all day with one another. They were Saxons and some of them could speak English. By the look of them their trenches were in as bad a state as our own. One of their men, speaking in English, mentioned that he had worked in Brighton for some years and that he was fed up to the neck with this damned war and would be glad when it was all over. We told him that he wasn't the only one that was fed up with it. We did not allow them in our trench and they did not allow us in theirs.

The German Company-Commander asked Buffalo Bill if he would accept a couple of barrels of beer and assured him that they would not make his men drunk. They had plenty of it in the brewery. He accepted the offer with thanks and a couple of their men rolled the barrels over and we took them into our trench. The German officer sent one of his men back to the trench, who appeared shortly after carrying a tray with bottles and glasses on it. Officers of both sides clinked glasses and drunk one another's health. Buffalo Bill had presented them with a plum pudding just before. The officers came to an understanding that the unofficial truce would end at midnight. At dusk we went back to our respective trenches.

...The two barrels of beer were drunk, and the German officer was right: if it was possible for a man to have drunk the two barrels himself he would have bursted before he had got drunk. French beer was rotten stuff.

Just before midnight we all made it up not to commence firing before they did. At night there was always plenty of firing by both sides if there were no working parties or patrols out. Mr Richardson, a young officer who had just joined the Battalion and was now a platoon officer in my company wrote a poem during the night about the Briton and the Bosche meeting in no-man's-land on Christmas Day, which he read out to us. A few days later it was published in The Times or Morning Post, I believe.

During the whole of Boxing Day [the day after Christmas] we never fired a shot, and they the same, each side seemed to be waiting for the other to set the ball a-rolling. One of their men shouted across in English and inquired how we had enjoyed the beer. We shouted back and told him it was very weak but that we were very grateful for it. We were conversing off and on during the whole of the day.

We were relieved that evening at dusk by a battalion of another brigade. We were mighty surprised as we had heard no whisper of any relief during the day. We told the men who relieved us how we had spent the last couple of days with the enemy, and they told us that by what they had been told the whole of the British troops in the line, with one or two exceptions, had mucked in with the enemy. They had only been out of action themselves forty-eight hours after being twenty-eight days in the front-line trenches. They also told us that the French people had heard how we had spent Christmas Day and were saying all manner of nasty things about the British Army."

References:
This eyewitness account appears in Richards, Frank, Old Soldiers Never Die (1933); Keegan, John, The First World War (1999); Simkins, Peter, World War I, the Western Front (1991).
Source

After the Armistice German troops march through the Dutch province of Limburg back to Germany. The (neutral) Dutch government had given permission for this shortcut. This roused anger in Belgium and France.


QUOTES

"I saw them tie a soldier to a cartwheel with his arms outstretched as a punishment. I also knew of men who did themselves in. British soldiers weary of sitting in the trenches who cut their throats during leave. If order hadn't been maintained, they would have deserted. They were coerced. When you're in the army, you can't just do whatever you want."

Gaston Boudry, in the (Belgian) book 'Van den Grooten Oorlog'

Under an heavy artillery attack a German machine gun unit retreats. Last stages of the war


QUOTES

"Once lead this people into war, and they'll forget there ever was such a thing as tolerance. To fight, you must be brutal and ruthless, and the spirit of ruthless brutality will enter into the very fiber of our national life, infecting Congress, the courts, the policeman on the beat, the man in the street."

-- American president Woodrow Wilson, on the evening before declaring war on Germany

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