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City: NEW YORK
State: New York
Country: US
Signup Date: 8/16/2006

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Saturday, August 04, 2007 

Current mood:  working
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

Josh:

It's been 6 weeks since I signed up for a triathlon to take place September 16, 7 AM.  I thought it was about time I do a trial run-through of the actual course, on a weekday so the area would be deserted.

The tri:

1/2 mile swim
13-mile hilly bike ride
3-mile run.

So!

Up at 5:30.

Ate a slice of whole-wheat bread and peanut butter, some watermelon and blueberries, drank some coffee, checked the email, took care of business.  Loaded up the bike and the cooler full of water into the car, and headed on out, 50 miles to the mountain.

Got there at 8. Drank Red Bull on the way.

Pool didn't open until 10, so I biked up the mountain, 4 straight miles. Not a car or another person did I see.  Lovely.

Took a cell-phone video of myself at summit saying, "Top of the world, ma!"

It was easier today than it was the first time I did it last Saturday.

Did a total of 15 miles (I'd clocked it with the car last week), then back down to the car for half a bottle of vitamin water.

Then---ran 3 times around the lake, 3 miles. Just one small hill each time around. Easy--but hot. It was 93 yesterday in New York.

Then---into the pool for 30 minutes of glorious laps.  The pool is gargantuan, and ladies and gentlemen, today I was the sole customer.

I don't know how long it takes me to swim a half mile, but I thought 30 minutes was pretty good to aim for, so I clicked my stopwatch and went for it, without pausing, for 30.

By 15 minutes into the water, I became somewhat disoriented, and very, very tired.

Now I know why they have you swim first in triathlons.   I just wanted to go to sleep.

Finally made the 30 minutes, hoisted myself out and collapsed next to the pool in the hot sun for the next 10 minutes, just breathing, semi-semi-conscious!

Brain fried.  Heart pounding, then slowing.  But I started convulsively laughing.  What the HELL am I doing????

Drove home eating a banana in a kind of a daze. Stopped by my father's grave to say hello. Ate a turkey sandwich, took a nap and went to the office to proof YOUR DRIVE.

Came home, took another nap.  Wiped out, man, just wiped out. I had no idea it was going to knock me out like this.

Woke up and went to the Squeeze concert at the Beacon with Mrs. M. 

"Pulling Mussels From The Shell", "Tempted", "Hourglass", "Annie Get Your Gun", etc.  Rowdy as hell, and lots of fun.

I'm an Aries---what can I say?

But hey, one of these a week until Sept. 16 in addition to my regular training schedule, and I should do ok.

(Secret: I want a medal!!!!!)

Here's a few nuggets I've learned along my way:

*The triathlon doesn't start when they fire the pistol.  It starts when you pay the money and you're officially in the race, and it effects virtually every area of your life.

*You have absolutely no idea what you're capable of, but it's 1,000,000 times more than what you might imagine in your wildest dreams.  

*When you are training with every fibre of your being, there aren't any such things as "my problems".  It's the same when you are driving a Ferrari F-430 at 130 miles per hour on a race track.  In fact, "you" completely disappear when you're total.  You don't even have a name.
 
*There is absolutely no point to anything. Everything should be done for the fun of it, and the challenge.
 
*Life is very short and there's no time for fussing and fighting, my friend. 
..

 
 
 The above bike is a test bike, not the Schwinn mountain bike I rode yesterday.  I just liked the way the shiny wheels looked...
 

Tuesday, June 12, 2007 

Current mood:  savage
Category: Music
THIS IS JOSH WRITING

Saw Rufus Wainwright at Gramercy Theatre, close up close up last night.  

I've seen him five times now in the last two years, and met him once at Sirius after a live solo piano gig.  There isn't another musician of his generation I hold in higher esteem, and I love him so much I could vomit.

Mrs. Max deals with Rufus' management team on various business affairs, and both she and Rufus are big opera buffs.  She has actually hugged him, been kissed by him and conversed with this charismatic man who writes and records soaring, gorgeously textured works of orchestral pop art songs.

We were invited to an after-show party downstairs after the gig.

Took our seats at the show and after the lights went down, Parker Posey came in and sat two rows in front of us.

For a fan of "Waiting For Guffman"--meaning, like me, you've seen the movie dozens of times and could probably act out and sing the whole thing---it was a big deal.

So at the party afterward, where the Rufus came out and I was too timid to approach him and he was surrounded anyhow, I went up to Parker and introduced the self.

"Hi, Parker! Do you mind if I say hi to you?"

"You just did!" she said.

A-ha! Sense of humor.  Good.

Jules and I talked to her about "Guffman", which was released 12 years ago.  It did not seem to bug her to talk about it, and she told us a funny story about a different movie she'd done.

She said she was walking in L.A. not long ago and a man with a goofy-looking little dog approached her and said hi.  Thinking he was a fan, she was friendly.  The man held up his dog and said, "Don't you remember? You acted with her!"

Posey didn't. But the dog turned out to be from "Best In Show".

That's all there is to the story.

She was sweet, nice, treated us well and was down to earth.

We thanked her for the chicken leg scene--the one in "Waiting For Guffman" where "Corky has left the show" and the dejected cast members are involved temporarily with other projects.  Dr. Pearl bowls a gutter ball and Libby---Parker---is barbecuing a lone chicken wing as she speaks to the camera.

It's wonderful to see a celeb who's meant so much to you, even nicer when you get your nerve up and go say hello, and it turns out well.

At the funeral of a journalist a few years ago, I spotted Jimmy Breslin, and I had to go up and say hi.

I got his attention, gulped and said, "Hi, Jimmy.  I'm Josh Max and I write for the Daily News.  I just want to tell you I've been reading your stuff since I was so high."

Breslin shouted.

"How do you like this !@#!@# guy?  You trying to remind me of how old I am???"

He then turned his back on me.

Today I drove a Rolls Royce all over Westchester.

I was nice to everyone who approached, and there were dozens, I kid you not.

Parker Posey and I know how to treat the public.  
Tuesday, May 01, 2007 

Current mood:  accomplished
"Stand And Dig It" and "Fortunately For Me, There's You" have been added to Sirius' DISORDER channel 32 as of April 30!

Listen up, and call to request The Maxes!
1-877-33-SIRIUS - channel 32

Special thanks to Programming Queen and soothing-voiced, super-savvy Meg Griffin for the new adds!

Luv,
THE MAXES
Friday, April 13, 2007 

Current mood:  bouncy
We gotcher red hot Maxes right here!

Buy the CD

It's done, and it's grooooooovalicious!

Thanks to the crowd at Mo Pitkin's for coming out to see us do our thing, cheering til you were hoarse, and scooping up discs by the armfulls! We couldn't do it withoutcha!

xoxox,
THE MAXES