Saturday, June 20, 2026

Off the Beaten Path

I've ridden my bike over several thousands of miles of Twin Cities and surrounding area bike trails.  Usually I ride well known and well used trails, but once a month or so, usually with a friend, I seek out something(s) specific to investigate.  A "theme" ride. Off the beaten path.  





Here's a sampling.



Breweries (only as far as the parking lots)


Bronzes. Kirby, Rod, Harmon, Herb, Hubert, Mary Tyler Moore, Ole Bull, F. Scott, Leif Erikson, Goldy


Polling places  



Carnegie Libraries.  St. Anthony Park, ...


Repurposed Fire Stations.  Theater and 2 restaurants





Cemeteries and Memorials 

    Fort Snelling Cemetery  


    Hillside Cemetery  


    Oakland Cemetery  



    Victory Memorial Drive  


    

    Sheridan Memorial Park  


Murals & Outdoor Art 





Frank Lloyd Wright designed  


Bridges - Stone Arch, Lowry Ave, Hastings, Robert St, NP & 10th Ave, Swing








Railroad yards and Airports.  Camden , Holman





Control Data (former) facilities 


Parks  

    Powderhorn   



    Boom Island  



    Battle Creek  



    Raspberry Island  


Neighborhoods

    Tilsenbilt 


    Milwaukee Avenue 


    University Grove  


    Ramsey Hill  



    Red Cedar Lane  



    Lustron Steel Home  


    Marcy Holmes  





    Crocus Hill  



    Gingerbread House 



    Lowry Hill  



       Nicollet Island  




Nordeast  



Swede Hollow  


Museums

    Twin Cities Model RR Museum  




    Charles Babbage



    Weisman



    MIA



    Swedish Institute  



Mansions    

    James J. Hill




    McKnight  


    Pillsbury   


Reservoirs and Water Towers.  Highland, Washburn, Witches, St Paul




Smokestacks  





US Bank Stadium evolution  


Farther afield.  Chicago, Hastings, Lanesboro, Cannon Falls, Menomonie, Stillwater, Owatonna, Douglas, Glenwood ... 



Oddities  









Copyright © 2026  Dave Hoplin







Monday, June 8, 2026

Neurofibrillary Tangles

"Hi. How are you doing?"  That's the standard conversation starter, followed by the knee jerk response, "Fine". No one expects a serious reply. My father response was "deteriorating", met by a chuckle or a blank stare. Although, if you think about it, that response is the universally accurate one once you hit 60 or so and the rate of decline increases as the years advance. (You peak at 30-35). The other day I was in the garden, on my knees, planting some hosta. On attempting to rise, had it not been for my trusty spade for a crutch, I might have been featured on one of those "I've fallen and I can't get up" ads.

And the arthritis. I hesitate to change gears while biking as it causes the thumb to bark - waiting eagerly for telepathic gear shifting. I used to laugh at my wife's uncle George, whose neck arthritis so limited his range of motion that when he stopped at an intersection, he would open the driver-side door far enough so he could use the side mirror to check the traffic. My laughter is muted these days.

And the memory has had a few hiccups, particularly with names plus I'm a split second slow on the Jeopardy responses. So this is causing me some angst. Coincidentally, I have read 4 books recently where the theme was aging and/or Alzheimer's - not intentionally. I generally read whatever pops up as available on my library hold list. Of course, I did purposely place these books on hold but it's curious how these appeared in rapid succession. I'm not sure if it is significant but I'm wondering if it is a heads-up from God. Or perhaps subconsciously I am attempting to divine my future. That said, my life bar matches Montaigne's: "the only wish I hold for old age is a mind free from dementia."

The books:

Samantha Harvey's The Wilderness 

60 year old Jake slow decline into Alzheimer's. Jake is aware that his mind is unraveling as he struggles against "the inevitable dying of the light".

Rachel Khong's Goodbye, Vitamin

Explores themes of aging, family dysfunction, heartbreak, and memory. Devastating realities of Alzheimer's disease balanced with a dry, offbeat sense of humor and warmth.

Penelope Lively's Dancing Fish and Ammonites 

Unsentimental memoir, written when she was eighty years old. The book is a reflective "view from old age" on how memory, history, and a love of the written word shaped her life.

Garrison Keillor's Serenity at 70, Gaiety at 80

Keillor's self reflection as he approached his 80th birthday. An examination of the unexpected beauties, freedoms, and absurdities of old age.

And then.  A friend recommended Liz Moore's The Unseen World. I trust his book choices so no vetting and since it was immediately available for download on MESLA, dive right in.  And what do I find? A young girl, being raised and home-schooled by her brilliant computer science professor father who rapidly falls into early-onset Alzheimers leaving her an orphan.  #5. Spooky, no?


Alzheimer's Disease gets is name from Alois Alzheimer, a German neuropathologist in the late 19th century. In 1901, his patient Auguste Dieter, exhibited strange behavioral symptoms, including a loss of short-term memory, confusion, personality change. She became his obsession. Upon Auguste's death, Alois received her medical records and her brain. Using new scanning techniques, an examination of the brain revealed protein amyloid plaque and neurofibrillary tangles, identifiers of what is now known as Alzheimer's disease.  Seems like it should be called "Auguste's disease", since she's the one who suffered.


So I decided to take the AARP Alzheimer's quiz and .. ACED IT. PERFECT. GOAT.

'Dave remains in excellent health'. Dr. Sean Barbabella.

Keep munching those cruciferous vegetables.


Copyright © 2026  Dave Hoplin

Friday, May 29, 2026

Index of Self-Destructive Acts

The Index of Self-Destructive Acts is the title of a novel by Christopher Beha. But the phrase originates with Bill James, the renowned baseball statistician. The index measures a pitcher's self-sabotage: walks + balks + hit batters + wild pitches + errors, events entirely in the pitcher's control quantifying how often the pitcher beats himself. E-1 in your scorebook.

The book features faceoffs between a baseball traditionalist and the book's protagonist - “a quant” i.e. quantitative analyst for whom data is king. H. James Harrington sums it up for the quant. "If you can't measure something, you can't understand it. If you can't understand it, you can't control it. If you can't control it, you can't improve it. The only sensible man I know is my tailor; he takes my measurements anew each time he sees me."

Is there such a thing as a “clutch hitter”? The number cruncher says no. Players do not perform better in some situations than others. The traditionalist says but, but, ..  I have so many examples. The traditionalist swoons over a great fielding play. The quant says, nice catch but the data says he’s a below average fielder. And so it goes. The game is being taken over by a raft of new statistics, turning managers into robots. RSOR, runs saved over replacement? WAR, wins above replacement? BABIP, Batting average on balls in play?  What the heck, a stat that throws out the 18+ strikeouts and the dozen walks per game? These are the things destroying the game. If you want data, measure the attendance figures. I predict that in the not too distant future, some team, probably Oakland, will turn over the managerial role to AI. 

For the quant the game is all about stats. No claim is valid without supporting data, which should dictate game decisions. So we have the demise of the sacrifice bunt and the hit-and-run, the steal of home. A complete game? Don't be silly. And a preponderance of the strikeout producing upper cut swings. For the traditionalist the joy of baseball is the grace and beauty of the game, a great catch to rob an extra base hit, a great throw from deep short to nail the runner by a half step, the pleasure of watching a hitter run out a triple. But, instead, what we get are a constant stream of batters strolling back to the dugout or fans looking up into the stands. I mourn.

In case it's not clear, I fall in the traditionalist category.  But, nevertheless, I can recite baseball statistics with the best of them. I even own a Bill James’ book.  As a kid I memorized the backs of my baseball cards so my statistical prowess dates mainly to the 50’s. So stats are fine. They document baseball’s storied history. Except for WAR* - how do you calculate that?  But ..who won the World Series in 1924? Who was the last .400 hitter? What was the greatest team in history?  Now you're talkin'. 

But this baseball chatter is just prologue, because I find it interesting. The fact is the "index of self-destructive acts" is an apt assessment of the human condition. It can be applied to most any human activity. We all commit them and at a distressing rate. This is actually the focus of the Beha book. Baseball is just a smoke screen. The book details a litany of avoidable personal failures and the large and small catastrophes that result for every character in the book.

So, we could apply a destructive acts index to grade ourselves a la the demerit system of West Point, where demerits are accumulated for offenses like tardiness, unshined brass, sloppily made beds, marching out of step, cheating or getting a tattoo. When the demerit threshold is breached, punishment is administered. e,g, marching solo in full dress uniform on the parade grounds on a weekend under the hot sun or freezing cold for hours, lowering class rank - or expulsion. 

So search your memories for your self-destructive acts and create an index of your unforced errors coupled with your highlight reel kindnesses. If the E1's outnumber the base hits, you might want to take some corrective action. Just remember that it takes 10 atta-boys to offset 1 "oh sh-t". 


*For the record, here's how WAR is calculated. 

WAR = (Batting Runs + Base Running runs +/- Runs from GIDP + Fielding Runs + Positional Adjustment Runs + Replacement Level Runs) / (Runs per win)

Clear?

Copyright © 2026  Dave Hoplin