Katrina
It's breezy today!
The sun shines,
In the hazy sky,
Not quite warm,
But trying!
I'm unsettled!
Awakened at three am,
Drawn to CNN images,
Of the aftermath,
Of Katrina!
My nightmare,
Unreal in the night,
It could not happen,
In that wonderful place,
A flickering glare on TV!
Islands of humanity,
Marooned by the sea,
Pushed by a breeze,
On steroids, circulating,
Causing havoc!
Dots wading in water,
Waist deep, towing boxes,
Like barges,
Filled with what's left,
Of life!
Hands reaching skyward,
From a mass of hunger,
Seeking manna,
From those above,
Unable to respond!
Lives lost,
Among those weakest,
Now flotsom,
In the flow,
Of rivers newly formed,
Katrina! A name,
No longer romantic,
A song,
Never to be written,
Unless in sorrow!
Mark Worden
9/2/05
Friday, September 02, 2005
Friday, August 26, 2005
Beachcombing--a poem
Beachcombing
by Mark Worden
Gentle breezes riffle the sea,
Wafting the warmth of the sun,
Caressing my bared skin,
As my feet leave a toed trail,
At water's edge.
The shade of a hat protects eyes,
Which scan the surf and tidal flow,
For spiral shells and what nots,
From depths and distances,
Of unknown origin.
It matters not to me,
That treasures I might seek,
Appear, then wash away,
Returned back to the deep,
Before I find them on the shore.
The quest I'm on, a search for things,
More meaningful than shells or stuff,
The flotsom of humanity,
My beachcombing is as a dream,
That brings me great serenity.
Encinitas
8/26/05
by Mark Worden
Gentle breezes riffle the sea,
Wafting the warmth of the sun,
Caressing my bared skin,
As my feet leave a toed trail,
At water's edge.
The shade of a hat protects eyes,
Which scan the surf and tidal flow,
For spiral shells and what nots,
From depths and distances,
Of unknown origin.
It matters not to me,
That treasures I might seek,
Appear, then wash away,
Returned back to the deep,
Before I find them on the shore.
The quest I'm on, a search for things,
More meaningful than shells or stuff,
The flotsom of humanity,
My beachcombing is as a dream,
That brings me great serenity.
Encinitas
8/26/05
Friday, July 08, 2005
Friday's 5 minute poem--7/8/05--"July"
July
July, July, July, July,
rolls off the tongue with glee.
it puckers lips, it's very sly,
the month the mouth goes whee!
It works for both a boy or girl,
July, July, July.
Anticipation of a thrill,
like rockets in the sky!
There's not another month the same,
when said forms quite the bliss.
An invitation to the game,
to flirt and then to kiss.
M. Worden
7/8/05
July, July, July, July,
rolls off the tongue with glee.
it puckers lips, it's very sly,
the month the mouth goes whee!
It works for both a boy or girl,
July, July, July.
Anticipation of a thrill,
like rockets in the sky!
There's not another month the same,
when said forms quite the bliss.
An invitation to the game,
to flirt and then to kiss.
M. Worden
7/8/05
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
The Marine Biologist
My daughter graduated this last year from UC Santa Cruz as a marine biologist, and is currently working for the Long Marine Lab in Santa Cruz studying various near shore sites along the California coast. The tide sets the schedule for her field work and often she is up very early in the morning or works late into the dusk of the day observing life in the tidal zone. Her wierd hours of work recently inspired me with a poetic vision of her activity:
"The Marine Biologist"
"The rythmn of the sea controls the ebb and flow of your life.
At the tidal low, in-shore marine life is exposed to your prying mind,
as you wade the shallow pools to solve the mysteries of tiny creatures of the sea.
You are forced from the field as powerful waves wash back to the shore,
covering the algae laden rocks and crannies, and flushing the shoreline with fresh nutrients.
The natural cycle of your internal clock adjusts to the shifting rythmn,
and you are one with the surging sea,
as the wonder of discovery turns to enlightenment!"
M. Worden
6/13/05
"The Marine Biologist"
"The rythmn of the sea controls the ebb and flow of your life.
At the tidal low, in-shore marine life is exposed to your prying mind,
as you wade the shallow pools to solve the mysteries of tiny creatures of the sea.
You are forced from the field as powerful waves wash back to the shore,
covering the algae laden rocks and crannies, and flushing the shoreline with fresh nutrients.
The natural cycle of your internal clock adjusts to the shifting rythmn,
and you are one with the surging sea,
as the wonder of discovery turns to enlightenment!"
M. Worden
6/13/05
Monday, June 13, 2005
Friday, June 10, 2005
Pol Porn--a poem
Porn is a always a great target for the politicians. Someone is always at the pulpit attacking dirty pictures, Howard Stern, Paris Hilton's commercials, etc., etc. . Sometimes the ones talking the loudest turn out to be not what they seem.
For example, there was recently a pol up in the state of Wash who was publically anti-gay rights, yet was himself outed as gay because of his "man seeking man" activity on the internet.
Watch out for the person who is the loudest in opposition. He probably has skeletons in his closet.
"Pol Porn"
Porn is so political,
a target to be scorned,
why, everyone is critical,
altho' we all have "porned"!
We all with lust look at the girls,
and some go for the boys,
but all have given it a whirl,
some even buy the toys!
There's something there for everyone,
way out in cyberspace,
and none of the politicos,
control that "dirty" place!
So porn it seems is here to stay,
a business just as big,
as all the bosums on the broads,
and manhood's biggest rig!
The politicians go "Tsk Tsk!",
and all have sermonized,
to show that they above all else,
are pure and sanitized.
But we all know the truth to be,
that underneath the bluster,
they too will try to sneak a peek,
whenever they can muster!
M. Worden
6/10/05
For example, there was recently a pol up in the state of Wash who was publically anti-gay rights, yet was himself outed as gay because of his "man seeking man" activity on the internet.
Watch out for the person who is the loudest in opposition. He probably has skeletons in his closet.
"Pol Porn"
Porn is so political,
a target to be scorned,
why, everyone is critical,
altho' we all have "porned"!
We all with lust look at the girls,
and some go for the boys,
but all have given it a whirl,
some even buy the toys!
There's something there for everyone,
way out in cyberspace,
and none of the politicos,
control that "dirty" place!
So porn it seems is here to stay,
a business just as big,
as all the bosums on the broads,
and manhood's biggest rig!
The politicians go "Tsk Tsk!",
and all have sermonized,
to show that they above all else,
are pure and sanitized.
But we all know the truth to be,
that underneath the bluster,
they too will try to sneak a peek,
whenever they can muster!
M. Worden
6/10/05
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Fairest of the Fair--Friday's 5 minute poem
Fridays 5 minute poem
Fairest of the Fair
Some say that June is gloomy,
the coastal clouds stay late,
until the morning's almost gone,
three hours after eight.
But I'm all bright and sunny,
cause I anticipate,
the Del Mar Fair that's coming,
and I can hardly wait.
I check the paper,
for all that's new this year,
who's here to play or sing a song,
and food that goes with beer.
This year it's ZZ Top that's hot,
The Village People too!
And Hall and Oates are on the stage,
a "Fairable" who's who!
There's pigs that race and monster trucks,
guys junping motorbikes.
Why, something for most everyone,
to fit just what one likes.
It all ends up with fireworks,
a concert by the band.
We all stand up, salute the flag,
and give the troops a hand.
The "Fairest of the Fair" presides,
a pretty, local girl,
so June seems not so gloomy,
just give the Fair a whirl!
M. Worden 6/9/05
Fairest of the Fair
Some say that June is gloomy,
the coastal clouds stay late,
until the morning's almost gone,
three hours after eight.
But I'm all bright and sunny,
cause I anticipate,
the Del Mar Fair that's coming,
and I can hardly wait.
I check the paper,
for all that's new this year,
who's here to play or sing a song,
and food that goes with beer.
This year it's ZZ Top that's hot,
The Village People too!
And Hall and Oates are on the stage,
a "Fairable" who's who!
There's pigs that race and monster trucks,
guys junping motorbikes.
Why, something for most everyone,
to fit just what one likes.
It all ends up with fireworks,
a concert by the band.
We all stand up, salute the flag,
and give the troops a hand.
The "Fairest of the Fair" presides,
a pretty, local girl,
so June seems not so gloomy,
just give the Fair a whirl!
M. Worden 6/9/05
Spring in Borrego--2 haiku
winters clouds give way
sharp thorns soften in sunlight
desert cacti bloom
sands shimmer with heat
lizards seek shaded crannies
noontime siestas
sharp thorns soften in sunlight
desert cacti bloom
sands shimmer with heat
lizards seek shaded crannies
noontime siestas
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Borrego in Bloom
April 5, 2005
It was our 31st anniversary. With all the rain we received over the winter months the desert was in bloom. We had not been to Julian or Cuyamuca State Park since the big fire of a year ago had almost burned through the town, and in fact, had burned through 80% of Cuyamuca State Park and even destroyed the old ranch house which had served as park headquarters. Was there a better way to spend the day together than hopping in the old Mercedes and cruising up to Julian for some apple pie, stopping at Cuyamuca to see how the park was doing, stopping in at the lake to check out the trout bite, and then heading over the mountains to see the desert flowers in bloom at Borrego Springs State Park Nature Center. Nancy agreed with my suggestion, so we packed a picnic lunch and headed east towards Ramona and the mountains. Ramona has a certain romance to it. It is still a very rural area in east county, but tract homes are starting to pop up here and there in the area. There are still lots of ranches in the valley raising everything from thoroughbred racing horses to turkeys.
About 10 miles east of Ramona is a junction in the road and the small village of Santa Isabel. There are a few houses, a gas station, a couple of antique stores, and, of course, Dudley's bakery. We always stop there for fresh bread and pastries, but unfortunately the sign on the door said it was closed on Monday's. Bummer. They must have had Monday off to recover from the weekend crowds who line up to buy all those fresh baked goods right out of the oven.
We pressed on to Julian and in about 30 minutes had climbed up the mountain and were at about 4500 ft. It was a sunny and bright day and could not have been more beautiful in Julian. Since the fire last year, tourism had dropped off considerably and many of the merchants had been faced with a big drop off in business. Since it was a Monday, the main street was relatively quiet, but there were some obvious visitors like ourselves walking the street and wandering in and out of the shops looking for that special deal on locally crafted doo-dads.
We walked up and down the street, and as we walked the north end noticed the old cemetary. We wondered why we had not walked among the old tombstones on one of our many prior visits. While sunny, it was kind of a windy day, and as we walked up the hill to the cemetary I had to hold onto my cap. It seemed that the spirits were afoot and howling as they rode the winds around the hill. We tried to find the oldest marker, and found some from the late 1800's, and traced the dates all the way to a recently dug hole waiting to be filled. It wasn't a very big cemetary for its age. But then, I suppose that not many people chose to be buried there. Most of the population is seasonal and I would expect that only permanent long time residents end up on that windy hill. As we left the cemetary, a group of pre-teens from the local school was being led onto the hill by their teacher for a local historical tour. As we passed I told them to hold onto their caps and watch for the howling ghosts whirling around the hill. Nancy said I didn't used to be so talkative, and wondered about my aging brain!
We hopped back into the car and headed south towards Cuyamuca. We came to the lake and were amazed at how much water had accumulated. We had not seen the lake so full for at least 12-15 years. we stopped at the cafe and ranger station and asked the ranger how the fishing was going, and like every good fisherman he gave a positive picture of our prospects if we were to come up fishing.
We pressed on towards the park and Paso Pacacho Campground.
Every time we have gone to the park in the past, we have spotted some deer, and as we came around a curve we spotted 3 deer in a meadow near some willows. That was a good sign. The park was rapidly recovering from the fire. While there were alot of pine trees which were burnt and black, most of the underbrush and grasses had recovered and the forest floor was lush with greenery. We reached the campground and drove through and found that alot of pines were burnt, but the Oaks seemed to be recovering, and other plants had recovered and provided a green carpet to the forest floor. The campground buildings had escaped the fire, and all the damage to the rest of the facilities had been repaired--it almost looked as we remembered it.
I thought that we needed to come up for a weekend and go fishing.
It was a relief to see Cuyamuca on the rebound, so we turned up the road to head over the mountain to Borrego. We had never really been to Borrego during a year when there was a big bloom of desert flowers. A big bloom depends on the amount of rain that gets over the mountain in the fall and winter months, and this year was the second most rainfall in the area's recorded history. The bloom was even a bit early. As we climbed the mountain and neared the crest we saw large swaths of yellow blooms on the mountain plateau. We headed down into the desert and looked out across the valley and saw patches of color here and there on the desert floor. We knew that in a month or so everything would again be brown, but for now, the desert was alive with life and color. We rolled into the small town of Borrego Springs around noon. In the summer it would have been about 110 degrees, but on this day in April it was still in the low to mid 80's. Nancy said something about an ice cream, so we stopped and she got a big scoop in a cup, which lasted her the two miles we drove out of town to the State Park Nature Center.
When the desert is in bloom, there are always lots of visitors. Tour buses come from all over, and everyone looking for a fun destination takes a drive out to see the cacti flower. Even during the week the parking lot at the Nature Center was almost full. Most of the visitors during the week are an older crowd. I thought we were among the youngest couples! We took the hiking trail around the desert garden, sat on a bench while Nancy finished her ice cream, went shopping in the nature center "store", and then broke out our lunch of cheese and fruit and ate at a picnic table under a canopy of palm fronds. There was a family with younger children at a table near us that reminded me of the times we had camped at the campground with Matthew and Sara when they were younger. As a family we had visited the Nature Center and saw the fossilized bones in the nature lab, hiked the Palm Canyon trail to the "oasis" up in the canyon, and all slept squeezed together in one tent with the wind blowing the side of the tent over Nancy, who always seemed to get the worst location when it came to sleeping arrangements. Borrego was always our winter camping spot because the weather in winter was so mild.
It was about 2:30 and time to head home, so we decided to start climbing the mountain. We took a different route back up the mountain that climbed rapidly by switchback right up to elevation within about 15 minutes. We were soon over the crest and the Borrego Valley was behind us. We stopped at a viewpoint on the top where we could view the expanse of the Salton sea about 60 miles to the east. We cruised down the mountain and through the windy canyons lined with California Oaks until we reached a junction with the road leading back to Santa Isabel. Dudley's was still closed as we turned towards Ramona and headed west to the ocean and home.
Anniversaries should always celebrate wonderful shared memories. Our 31st anniversaary trip to Julian, Cuyamuca, and Borrego was a reminder of all the other great family times we spent together in our prior camping visits as a couple and with Matt and Sara.
M. Worden
It was our 31st anniversary. With all the rain we received over the winter months the desert was in bloom. We had not been to Julian or Cuyamuca State Park since the big fire of a year ago had almost burned through the town, and in fact, had burned through 80% of Cuyamuca State Park and even destroyed the old ranch house which had served as park headquarters. Was there a better way to spend the day together than hopping in the old Mercedes and cruising up to Julian for some apple pie, stopping at Cuyamuca to see how the park was doing, stopping in at the lake to check out the trout bite, and then heading over the mountains to see the desert flowers in bloom at Borrego Springs State Park Nature Center. Nancy agreed with my suggestion, so we packed a picnic lunch and headed east towards Ramona and the mountains. Ramona has a certain romance to it. It is still a very rural area in east county, but tract homes are starting to pop up here and there in the area. There are still lots of ranches in the valley raising everything from thoroughbred racing horses to turkeys.
About 10 miles east of Ramona is a junction in the road and the small village of Santa Isabel. There are a few houses, a gas station, a couple of antique stores, and, of course, Dudley's bakery. We always stop there for fresh bread and pastries, but unfortunately the sign on the door said it was closed on Monday's. Bummer. They must have had Monday off to recover from the weekend crowds who line up to buy all those fresh baked goods right out of the oven.
We pressed on to Julian and in about 30 minutes had climbed up the mountain and were at about 4500 ft. It was a sunny and bright day and could not have been more beautiful in Julian. Since the fire last year, tourism had dropped off considerably and many of the merchants had been faced with a big drop off in business. Since it was a Monday, the main street was relatively quiet, but there were some obvious visitors like ourselves walking the street and wandering in and out of the shops looking for that special deal on locally crafted doo-dads.
We walked up and down the street, and as we walked the north end noticed the old cemetary. We wondered why we had not walked among the old tombstones on one of our many prior visits. While sunny, it was kind of a windy day, and as we walked up the hill to the cemetary I had to hold onto my cap. It seemed that the spirits were afoot and howling as they rode the winds around the hill. We tried to find the oldest marker, and found some from the late 1800's, and traced the dates all the way to a recently dug hole waiting to be filled. It wasn't a very big cemetary for its age. But then, I suppose that not many people chose to be buried there. Most of the population is seasonal and I would expect that only permanent long time residents end up on that windy hill. As we left the cemetary, a group of pre-teens from the local school was being led onto the hill by their teacher for a local historical tour. As we passed I told them to hold onto their caps and watch for the howling ghosts whirling around the hill. Nancy said I didn't used to be so talkative, and wondered about my aging brain!
We hopped back into the car and headed south towards Cuyamuca. We came to the lake and were amazed at how much water had accumulated. We had not seen the lake so full for at least 12-15 years. we stopped at the cafe and ranger station and asked the ranger how the fishing was going, and like every good fisherman he gave a positive picture of our prospects if we were to come up fishing.
We pressed on towards the park and Paso Pacacho Campground.
Every time we have gone to the park in the past, we have spotted some deer, and as we came around a curve we spotted 3 deer in a meadow near some willows. That was a good sign. The park was rapidly recovering from the fire. While there were alot of pine trees which were burnt and black, most of the underbrush and grasses had recovered and the forest floor was lush with greenery. We reached the campground and drove through and found that alot of pines were burnt, but the Oaks seemed to be recovering, and other plants had recovered and provided a green carpet to the forest floor. The campground buildings had escaped the fire, and all the damage to the rest of the facilities had been repaired--it almost looked as we remembered it.
I thought that we needed to come up for a weekend and go fishing.
It was a relief to see Cuyamuca on the rebound, so we turned up the road to head over the mountain to Borrego. We had never really been to Borrego during a year when there was a big bloom of desert flowers. A big bloom depends on the amount of rain that gets over the mountain in the fall and winter months, and this year was the second most rainfall in the area's recorded history. The bloom was even a bit early. As we climbed the mountain and neared the crest we saw large swaths of yellow blooms on the mountain plateau. We headed down into the desert and looked out across the valley and saw patches of color here and there on the desert floor. We knew that in a month or so everything would again be brown, but for now, the desert was alive with life and color. We rolled into the small town of Borrego Springs around noon. In the summer it would have been about 110 degrees, but on this day in April it was still in the low to mid 80's. Nancy said something about an ice cream, so we stopped and she got a big scoop in a cup, which lasted her the two miles we drove out of town to the State Park Nature Center.
When the desert is in bloom, there are always lots of visitors. Tour buses come from all over, and everyone looking for a fun destination takes a drive out to see the cacti flower. Even during the week the parking lot at the Nature Center was almost full. Most of the visitors during the week are an older crowd. I thought we were among the youngest couples! We took the hiking trail around the desert garden, sat on a bench while Nancy finished her ice cream, went shopping in the nature center "store", and then broke out our lunch of cheese and fruit and ate at a picnic table under a canopy of palm fronds. There was a family with younger children at a table near us that reminded me of the times we had camped at the campground with Matthew and Sara when they were younger. As a family we had visited the Nature Center and saw the fossilized bones in the nature lab, hiked the Palm Canyon trail to the "oasis" up in the canyon, and all slept squeezed together in one tent with the wind blowing the side of the tent over Nancy, who always seemed to get the worst location when it came to sleeping arrangements. Borrego was always our winter camping spot because the weather in winter was so mild.
It was about 2:30 and time to head home, so we decided to start climbing the mountain. We took a different route back up the mountain that climbed rapidly by switchback right up to elevation within about 15 minutes. We were soon over the crest and the Borrego Valley was behind us. We stopped at a viewpoint on the top where we could view the expanse of the Salton sea about 60 miles to the east. We cruised down the mountain and through the windy canyons lined with California Oaks until we reached a junction with the road leading back to Santa Isabel. Dudley's was still closed as we turned towards Ramona and headed west to the ocean and home.
Anniversaries should always celebrate wonderful shared memories. Our 31st anniversaary trip to Julian, Cuyamuca, and Borrego was a reminder of all the other great family times we spent together in our prior camping visits as a couple and with Matt and Sara.
M. Worden
Friday, June 03, 2005
June--Fair month
June has such a nice sound to it. Its soft and sounds warm and cozy. Schools get out. It's summer! There is less traffic. The water gets warmer at the beach and fishing seems to get better. There are lots of sand crabs to use for bait when surf fishing. Life seems easier.
Nancy always works at the county fair for the whole month of June. She likes to do it, but it changes our routine since she works alot of nights and generally long hours for the whole month and through July 4th. For the last 10 years or so I have spent July 4th at the fair, going to the concert and watching the fireworks by myself. I have got to the point where I even get one reserved seat for myself each year right down in front of the stage. Matt never goes with me, and even when Sara was around she worked the fair too. I need to find a date!
During June I eat alot of microwaved leftovers from whichever nights Nancy makes it home to cook during the week.
During June I spend to much time goofing off. I think I should change that this year. I have all ready been goofing off to much in May.
Nancy also gets free tickets to the fair, so whenever I want to see her I go. I have gotton pretty bored with it, but have tried to pick a few of the evening concerts to go to--alot of the time I find that the sound system is so loud I have to leave. I have to pick concerts I think will not be so loud. Rock is obviously out, and sometimes country, so I just hope that there is someone good who has a band that is not all bass guitar. I better get the list of concerts and see if I should get reservations for any besides the 4th of July concert by the Navy Band.
I always wonder if they are going to make any big changes at the fair, but it usually is the same old stuff. In a way, that is comforting. I bet there are people who go every year with certain expectations, and if something is missing would be disappointed. Even I have a certain routine of expectations for certain things to eat and exhibits to view each year. But it is a very short list.
It starts June 10.
Nancy always works at the county fair for the whole month of June. She likes to do it, but it changes our routine since she works alot of nights and generally long hours for the whole month and through July 4th. For the last 10 years or so I have spent July 4th at the fair, going to the concert and watching the fireworks by myself. I have got to the point where I even get one reserved seat for myself each year right down in front of the stage. Matt never goes with me, and even when Sara was around she worked the fair too. I need to find a date!
During June I eat alot of microwaved leftovers from whichever nights Nancy makes it home to cook during the week.
During June I spend to much time goofing off. I think I should change that this year. I have all ready been goofing off to much in May.
Nancy also gets free tickets to the fair, so whenever I want to see her I go. I have gotton pretty bored with it, but have tried to pick a few of the evening concerts to go to--alot of the time I find that the sound system is so loud I have to leave. I have to pick concerts I think will not be so loud. Rock is obviously out, and sometimes country, so I just hope that there is someone good who has a band that is not all bass guitar. I better get the list of concerts and see if I should get reservations for any besides the 4th of July concert by the Navy Band.
I always wonder if they are going to make any big changes at the fair, but it usually is the same old stuff. In a way, that is comforting. I bet there are people who go every year with certain expectations, and if something is missing would be disappointed. Even I have a certain routine of expectations for certain things to eat and exhibits to view each year. But it is a very short list.
It starts June 10.
4 Summer Haiku for June's bursting out
school doors tightly closed
tassels and robes
teenyboppers freedom
summer rays shimmer
at blue waters edge
seaside solstice
tan bodies strewn
with gee string bikinis
beaches in baja
limes sliced from trees
mate ala mexicana
santa ana cabana
m. worden
6/3/05
tassels and robes
teenyboppers freedom
summer rays shimmer
at blue waters edge
seaside solstice
tan bodies strewn
with gee string bikinis
beaches in baja
limes sliced from trees
mate ala mexicana
santa ana cabana
m. worden
6/3/05
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Whatsup in the world of Golf!
Last year when I decided to take my golf game more seriously, I joined a men's club at a fairly chaallenging privately owned but public play course called San Loius Rey Downs (slrd.com), and set some goals for 2005. One was to get my handicap down to a single digit, and another was to break 80. I actually took a couple of lessons to get me going on the right track. While I had been scoring in the high 80's and low 90's with regularity and had my index at about 13, my first lesson with the "pro" indicated to me that my grip was wrong, my posture was poor, my swing plane was way inside, and my alignment was askew! It was not that I was a poor golfer, it was just that I had developed some very bad moves over the years which limited my ability to improve. He showed me my swing on video, and compared it to Tiger's on the split screen.
I immediately knew why I was not on the pro tour!
No wonder I was so inconsistant and hitting balls right and left of my target so often. So, I changed my grip, stood up more erect, worked on my "takeaway", and developed a pre-shot routine to help me with alignment.
The first time I played with my new grip, I failed to break 100 for the first time I could remember. I hit all my shots dead right. By the third week of play I was back in the mid 90s, and with some extra work on the range finally got back to my normal scoring range in the high 80s most of the time.
But that would not do! Improving from a 13 index to a 9 index is alot more difficult than moving from a 25 index to a 15 index. The lower one's index, that harder it is to trim strokes. Since I turned in some high scores following the two lessons I took, my index actually went up a bit to about 13.5.
It is hard to make an index move downword playing only once a week, with an occassional practice bucket of balls at the range. However, I have seen some improvement the last few weeks.
There were other things I did to improve, as well.
Three weeks ago I played with someone who marked his ball with a line to assist him in lining up his putts. He showed me the little plastic gadget that was 1/2 a sphere with a slot in it that fit on the ball and made it easy to make a straight line with a marker pen about half way around the ball.! I marked my ball, and found it was a big help in aligning not only putts but also tee shots. Since getting one of those ball "line" gadgets and starting to mark my balls, I think that I have saved 2-3 shots a round. That is substantial! I note that Tiger also marks his ball the same way--must be something to it!
In addition, I recently upgraded my driver to a 460cc model which is a big as they can legally make these days. I thought a bigger "sweet spot" would provide better results on "misses" with the driver. I have played with it once, and had pretty good results. So that may be a plus. If that helps with a couple strokes, I am getting close.
Two weeks ago I posted an 82, and this week I posted an 83. I see light at the end of the tunnel!
This week I was playing with someone who was using a "belly" putter, and still missing a lot of very shot putts. He was pulling and pushing them and lipping out. I had him mark his ball with my gadget, and on the back nine he was holing out every putt within 5-6 ft and couldn't believe the difference. The first thing he did after the round was to head for the pro shop to buy one of the gadgets to mark his ball. That's good reinforcement!
I played golf for many years when I was younger and usually shot in the low to mid 80's consistantly. I think I remember breaking 80 only once in my life and that was at Torrey Pines North when I played there once a week in my 30's. Wouldn't it be great to play my best golf in my 60's.
On the other hand, this week I read an article that said that the average golfer's scores had not improved during the last 10-20 years. That, despite all the improvements in balls and equipment. The article stated that the golf manufacturers do not go out of their way to publicize that bit of information. But I also remember that even when woods were really made out of wood, and all the shafts were made of steel, every golfer out there was still a sucker for anything new that he thought might improve his game. Even if all the new technology in equipment hasn't helped the average golfer as much as might be expected, the quest for that bit of an "edge" would still drive the market to come up with new gadgets and clubs. Look at me with my new 460cc titanium driver with a composite graphite top, a titanium alloy face, and a lightweight Fujikura "stiff" graphite shaft for maximum accuracy and distance, my new Calloway X-18 Irons with cavity back design and low center of gravity for more forgiveness, my Calloway Steelhead 3 and 7 woods with "regular flex"graphite shaft for accuracy, and my Titlelist ProV1 ball at $40 a doz.
Wow! I am right up to date on equipment, but still playing at about the same level as I did when I was 30 yrs old, when I was swinging my old Wilson Staff woods and irons and hitting a cheap Top Flite ball with a BF Goodrich logo on it that I could buy 3 for $1 at the local tire store.
One thing about golfers, they always hope to hit it further and score better!
MW
I immediately knew why I was not on the pro tour!
No wonder I was so inconsistant and hitting balls right and left of my target so often. So, I changed my grip, stood up more erect, worked on my "takeaway", and developed a pre-shot routine to help me with alignment.
The first time I played with my new grip, I failed to break 100 for the first time I could remember. I hit all my shots dead right. By the third week of play I was back in the mid 90s, and with some extra work on the range finally got back to my normal scoring range in the high 80s most of the time.
But that would not do! Improving from a 13 index to a 9 index is alot more difficult than moving from a 25 index to a 15 index. The lower one's index, that harder it is to trim strokes. Since I turned in some high scores following the two lessons I took, my index actually went up a bit to about 13.5.
It is hard to make an index move downword playing only once a week, with an occassional practice bucket of balls at the range. However, I have seen some improvement the last few weeks.
There were other things I did to improve, as well.
Three weeks ago I played with someone who marked his ball with a line to assist him in lining up his putts. He showed me the little plastic gadget that was 1/2 a sphere with a slot in it that fit on the ball and made it easy to make a straight line with a marker pen about half way around the ball.! I marked my ball, and found it was a big help in aligning not only putts but also tee shots. Since getting one of those ball "line" gadgets and starting to mark my balls, I think that I have saved 2-3 shots a round. That is substantial! I note that Tiger also marks his ball the same way--must be something to it!
In addition, I recently upgraded my driver to a 460cc model which is a big as they can legally make these days. I thought a bigger "sweet spot" would provide better results on "misses" with the driver. I have played with it once, and had pretty good results. So that may be a plus. If that helps with a couple strokes, I am getting close.
Two weeks ago I posted an 82, and this week I posted an 83. I see light at the end of the tunnel!
This week I was playing with someone who was using a "belly" putter, and still missing a lot of very shot putts. He was pulling and pushing them and lipping out. I had him mark his ball with my gadget, and on the back nine he was holing out every putt within 5-6 ft and couldn't believe the difference. The first thing he did after the round was to head for the pro shop to buy one of the gadgets to mark his ball. That's good reinforcement!
I played golf for many years when I was younger and usually shot in the low to mid 80's consistantly. I think I remember breaking 80 only once in my life and that was at Torrey Pines North when I played there once a week in my 30's. Wouldn't it be great to play my best golf in my 60's.
On the other hand, this week I read an article that said that the average golfer's scores had not improved during the last 10-20 years. That, despite all the improvements in balls and equipment. The article stated that the golf manufacturers do not go out of their way to publicize that bit of information. But I also remember that even when woods were really made out of wood, and all the shafts were made of steel, every golfer out there was still a sucker for anything new that he thought might improve his game. Even if all the new technology in equipment hasn't helped the average golfer as much as might be expected, the quest for that bit of an "edge" would still drive the market to come up with new gadgets and clubs. Look at me with my new 460cc titanium driver with a composite graphite top, a titanium alloy face, and a lightweight Fujikura "stiff" graphite shaft for maximum accuracy and distance, my new Calloway X-18 Irons with cavity back design and low center of gravity for more forgiveness, my Calloway Steelhead 3 and 7 woods with "regular flex"graphite shaft for accuracy, and my Titlelist ProV1 ball at $40 a doz.
Wow! I am right up to date on equipment, but still playing at about the same level as I did when I was 30 yrs old, when I was swinging my old Wilson Staff woods and irons and hitting a cheap Top Flite ball with a BF Goodrich logo on it that I could buy 3 for $1 at the local tire store.
One thing about golfers, they always hope to hit it further and score better!
MW
4 haiku for a 3 day weekend
mountain calls echo
down narrow canyons
cascading water
melodies fill the sky
feathers ruffle
spring's ritual dance
palm fronds shade
hot desert sands
dust devils in summer
tent poles uplift
temporary shelters
three day weekend
down narrow canyons
cascading water
melodies fill the sky
feathers ruffle
spring's ritual dance
palm fronds shade
hot desert sands
dust devils in summer
tent poles uplift
temporary shelters
three day weekend
Friday, April 22, 2005
Friday's 5 minute poem--04/22/05
In honor of all BMW drivers
"Beemers"
There is nothing like a Beemer
A real drive-ING machine!
It vrooms along the freeway,
So fast it makes you scream!
The clutch goes in, the shifter thrusts,
Directly up the gears,
As smooth as silk, the engine whines,
And allays all your fears,
That going fast is dangerous,
It seems so effortless.
Until you start to skid a bit,
And then you're in a mess!
Thank God the Beemer's built so well,
It skid and then it crashed!
It's fortunate your belt was on,
Your face could have been smashed!
It certainly was fun to know,
That Beemer was so fast!
But driving up to it's top speed,
Made it come in dead last!
Mark Worden
04/22/2005
"Beemers"
There is nothing like a Beemer
A real drive-ING machine!
It vrooms along the freeway,
So fast it makes you scream!
The clutch goes in, the shifter thrusts,
Directly up the gears,
As smooth as silk, the engine whines,
And allays all your fears,
That going fast is dangerous,
It seems so effortless.
Until you start to skid a bit,
And then you're in a mess!
Thank God the Beemer's built so well,
It skid and then it crashed!
It's fortunate your belt was on,
Your face could have been smashed!
It certainly was fun to know,
That Beemer was so fast!
But driving up to it's top speed,
Made it come in dead last!
Mark Worden
04/22/2005
Friday, April 15, 2005
Beware the "Ides of April"?--a poem
"March, July, October, May
The Nones are on the seventh day"
Anon. (Roman?)
Beware the Ides of April?
The fifteenth day of April,
Is not like March's "ides".
It's from the Roman Calendar,
Once used both far and wide.
"Beware the Ides of March!",
Warned Caesar of demise.
It's said he got his months mixed up,
Confusion proved unwise.
Rome ruled most all the ancient world.
Taught Latin, math, and such.
Yet counted dates most cumbersome,
Which proved to be to much!
The "kalends" fell upon the first,
The "nones" most on the fifth,
The "ides" fell eight days later,
Except the "nones" would shift!
In March, July, October, May,
The "nones" for some good reason,
Would fall upon the seventh day,
No matter what the season!
Eight days in March beyond the "nones",
Was "ides" to ancient Rome.
The fifteenth was the date to fear,
When Caesar left his home.
In April when the "nones" appeared,
Twas five days past day ones,
And "ides" fell on the thirteenth day,
Eight days beyond the "nones".
Well, I'm asea, perhaps it's so,
That Caesar was confused.
Forgot the little poem that kept,
The "nones" prop-er-ly used.
Mark Worden
April 15, 2005
The Nones are on the seventh day"
Anon. (Roman?)
Beware the Ides of April?
The fifteenth day of April,
Is not like March's "ides".
It's from the Roman Calendar,
Once used both far and wide.
"Beware the Ides of March!",
Warned Caesar of demise.
It's said he got his months mixed up,
Confusion proved unwise.
Rome ruled most all the ancient world.
Taught Latin, math, and such.
Yet counted dates most cumbersome,
Which proved to be to much!
The "kalends" fell upon the first,
The "nones" most on the fifth,
The "ides" fell eight days later,
Except the "nones" would shift!
In March, July, October, May,
The "nones" for some good reason,
Would fall upon the seventh day,
No matter what the season!
Eight days in March beyond the "nones",
Was "ides" to ancient Rome.
The fifteenth was the date to fear,
When Caesar left his home.
In April when the "nones" appeared,
Twas five days past day ones,
And "ides" fell on the thirteenth day,
Eight days beyond the "nones".
Well, I'm asea, perhaps it's so,
That Caesar was confused.
Forgot the little poem that kept,
The "nones" prop-er-ly used.
Mark Worden
April 15, 2005
Friday 4/15--the ides of April?
Thanks to Shakespeare, even most children know that Julius Caeser was not attentive to the warning he got regarding his predicted demise, "Beware the ides of March!". And we all know that the ides of March is the 15th!
Since today is the 15th of April, for some reason I wondered why no one ever calls the 15th of other months "The Ides" So I asked "Jeeves".
And of course, In Julius's world the Roman Calendar ruled the days and years, which was different that the Julian Calendar now used to mark the date.
In the Roman Calendar there were three dates which had names each month by which the calender was calculated:
1. The Kalends: always fell on the 1st of the month.
2. The Nones: always fell on the 5th of the month except--March, July, October, May
The Nones are on the 7th day.
3. The Ides: always fell 8 days after the Nones.
So since the Ides fall 8 days after the Nones and the Nones in March fall on the 7th day after the Kalends, then the 15th of March is the Ides. Simple, huh!
In April, the Nones is on the 5th day after the Kalends and the Ides is 8 days later or on the 13th.
The Romans expressed the date in accordance with its relationship before one of these three named days, e.g., April 15 is 16 days before the Kalends of May. March 14 is 1 day before the Ides of March. April 2nd is 3 days before the Nones of April.
No wonder the Roman Empire fell. They got confused and tangled up in their calendar, and ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm sure that is also why Latin is no longer the dominent language of the world.
So, happy 16 days before the Kalends of May!
Since today is the 15th of April, for some reason I wondered why no one ever calls the 15th of other months "The Ides" So I asked "Jeeves".
And of course, In Julius's world the Roman Calendar ruled the days and years, which was different that the Julian Calendar now used to mark the date.
In the Roman Calendar there were three dates which had names each month by which the calender was calculated:
1. The Kalends: always fell on the 1st of the month.
2. The Nones: always fell on the 5th of the month except--March, July, October, May
The Nones are on the 7th day.
3. The Ides: always fell 8 days after the Nones.
So since the Ides fall 8 days after the Nones and the Nones in March fall on the 7th day after the Kalends, then the 15th of March is the Ides. Simple, huh!
In April, the Nones is on the 5th day after the Kalends and the Ides is 8 days later or on the 13th.
The Romans expressed the date in accordance with its relationship before one of these three named days, e.g., April 15 is 16 days before the Kalends of May. March 14 is 1 day before the Ides of March. April 2nd is 3 days before the Nones of April.
No wonder the Roman Empire fell. They got confused and tangled up in their calendar, and ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm sure that is also why Latin is no longer the dominent language of the world.
So, happy 16 days before the Kalends of May!
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Biking haiku #9
mountain snows melting
spring loves building nests of twigs
ski lifts filled with bikes
spring loves building nests of twigs
ski lifts filled with bikes
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
3/25/05--An Easter Poem--Of Sorts
It's Easter Sunday!
Time to hunt for eggs!
Go to Church!
Wear funny hats!
A Christian celebration,
Like Christmas!
Commercialized,
By the Easter Bunny!
A holiday for everyone,
Who likes colored eggs,
Baskets full of jelly beans,
And honey baked ham!
Time to hunt for eggs!
Go to Church!
Wear funny hats!
A Christian celebration,
Like Christmas!
Commercialized,
By the Easter Bunny!
A holiday for everyone,
Who likes colored eggs,
Baskets full of jelly beans,
And honey baked ham!
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