Brave New Jon started over a girl, but it turned into a giant self re-invention exercise that has seen me go from an inactive size 38″ to a size 29″, and turn into a hiker, climber, and many countless other things that I’ve done over the past year or so of my life. But now may be the time for me to finally accept that the reason for BNJ – the girl involved – is really gone. It’s sad that she’ll never really know what I did over how I felt about her, but that’s life. I wish I knew why it ended, but I’m clearly not supposed to ever know.

High Resolution version: Brave New Jon

Jon.

Photos: A year with my Mazda MX-5.

So, this time last year, I was fairly pissed off with the world (mostly over a particular girl) and decided to cheer myself up with retail therapy. After various other craziness, I found myself in a car dealership one afternoon, looking at MX5s.

Now I’d never had a (full) driver’s license in the UK. I’d learned to drive, but never really sorted out the final getting-the-license bit. I relied on friends, family, and UK public transportation for 24 years. But there’s only so long that this lasts you in the US (I’m talking about the ability to drive, even a rental car for an afternoon, not even owning a car), where many activities require some form of vehicular transportation – for example, getting to the office (before the shuttle service we have now existed), which is 37 miles outside of Boston. It was inevitable that I would learn to drive “on the right side of the road” sooner or later, all I needed was a little impetus to get that moving.

The impetus was being really pissed off with the world, over a girl (as begins many a story in life). Within 3 days of her randomly deciding not to see me again for no reason, I’d had a few lessons on US driving, and one week later, I had the passed the testing (no silly many months of waiting list like in the UK, though the standards here are shockingly lower than in the UK – conversely, there the DSA (Driving Standards Authority) is overly anal, out of touch with reality, poorly (mis)managed, and generally a giant government was of time). The first time I drove alone was on a roadtrip to New York in a rental car. The second time was an extreme amount of Californian coastal highway driving, including 74 miles of twisting, winding mountainous roads. That was April.

By June, I was still pretty pissed off with the world (I’d even briefly considered whether to leave the country and go somewhere else entirely – I can now completely sympathize with a certain hacker who moved to Australia), had spent a few weekends tearing up the Californian countryside in rental cars, and decided I needed to get a car. Initially, I planned to be fairly sane, and buy something like a Prius, or an older (but dirt cheap) used car. Then I discovered two things:

1. Insurance in Massachusetts is regulated by the State of Massachusetts (there are changes underway this year, but it’s all largely cosmetic), and auto insurance would cost me at least 3K/year, regardless of my vehicle.

2. There are some surprisingly affordable cars in the US, when you’re used to UK prices – my car in the UK retails for around twice as much as I paid for it, which isn’t particular atypical, though most of the time it’s slightly less.

So, if I was going to pay through the nose, I might aswell have fun while doing it. I started looking at MX5s. Initially, I was looking at older used models, with the older pre-2006 design. But there was really something about the complete redesign for the 2006 model year that did it for me. This model had more class, more leg room, and more cup-holders (everyone knows you should always judge a US car by the number of cup holders). I rented one in California and took it for a spin up the route 1 highway. I liked it. A lot. Even if it was an automatic rental. So, that pretty much made the decision for me. I planned on getting a standard one, 5 speed, with regular interior, which I was almost about to do when at the dealership I noticed another vehicle:

* 2006 Mazda MX-5.
* Under 10K miles.
* 6 speed manual.
* All the extras.

And let’s not forget I’d committed the carnal sin of being super pissed off with the world, and simultaneously being in a car dealership at the same time. These things are known to be bad in combination. I picked it up in time to drive up to OLS last year. Then I had some fun registering the license plate “RED HAT”, because, well, it was available and nobody else had thought to get it first. It amused me.

Last summer was an interestingly, terrifying, Boston driving experience. I was a newly qualified driver, in a almost new car, surrounded by crazy Boston drivers. This meant I never drove in town, would only go to specific places, and I tried to avoid doing anything that would get me lost. Still, I had a lot of fun with the freedom that vehicle ownership gives you – especially a convertible in a New England summer. I drove to the beach (a lot, especially at 4 or 5am to watch the sunrise, and sometimes also in the evening for the inverse), went to my first ever drive-in movie, and did some other local trips like Blueberry picking. I also drove up to Canada the day after getting it.

Time passed, the fall came, and I bought a GPS (complete with optional, extremely pretentious over-done stereotype-in-a-box British accent – not that one, before you think so). This changed my driving experience considerably. Now I didn’t have to be so worried about dying constantly and could just focus on avoiding the maniacs on the road, rather than trying to navigate. And if you don’t think Boston drivers are insane, well, you’ve probably never seen the contrast between American and British drivers first hand. There’s no cup-of-tea niceness here, only bloodthirsty vengeance, a constant need to cut people up, and a desire never to use signals. I started going to other places I hadn’t previously tried to get to in my car – New York, other States, even eventually driving around town, although I still like to avoid doing that – the MBTA “T” is actually far more effective, in many cases.

With the passing of the fall, winter came in, and it was harsh. My low profile sport tires really weren’t much of a match for New England snow, but I was determined to live my Californian driving lifestyle. I’m probably the only person I know who drives around with the top down in January, when it’s -10 outside, wearing mountain gloves. While that’s perfectly possible, and clearing snow from the car to achieve that takes under 30 minutes, driving on snow turns out to be sufficiently more difficult than I had anticipated. I probably had a number of near-calls, and certainly need to look into snow tires for this year’s winter weather craziness. I’ve upgraded my gloves, too.

Anyway. After a year of owning this thing, and my first annual inspection (and insurance renewall…), I’ve decided I made the right choice in a car. Mazda pretty much got this right. Sure, it’s not the S-2000. And yes, that is a very lovely car, but it’s also nearly 20K more than the Mazda, and I’m not sure really whether it’s worth that. The car interior is almost as close to ideal as one could get – though the door cup holders might be better placed. It’s small, but well laid out, the controls are done right, the soft top release is much improved on the older model (to the point where you can put the top down, in moving traffic, using one hand), and even the trunk size is ok, just so long as you advise guests in advance not to bring huge suitcases when they fly in.

On the whole, I’d thoroughly recommend the MX5. I went to my first ever auto show this year also, and saw the latest model before it really started to hit the roads. They’ve really only made a few cosmetic changes – though they do now have Active Stability Control as standard on my model (well, one presumes), the access control is improved, and they’ve slightly tweaked a few cosmetic items…but on the whole, it’s still just about right. Don’t buy it if you’ve got a family or ever like to travel with more than an overnight bag

Jon.

I feel even more healthy than at any time in the past. Aside from having the flu this week (unrelated – I was hanging around with several others who came down with it), I generally feel that I have more energy and it’s positively benefiting my ongoing weight loss too (tantalizingly close to being permanently under 160lbs now) . I’ve pretty much given up milk too (though that’s only when there’s a choice of soy – or whenever I can supply my own soymilk, or take my coffee home and add it here), I don’t eat much cheese in general (I can usually count the occurrences thereof), although I do still eat eggs from time to time, and haven’t killed dairy entirely.

Anyway, I’ve decided that I made the right judgement call. For a variety of (mostly animal welfare and ethical) reasons I decided I had to do this, even though I used to love the taste of lobster, salmon, and had a Legal Seafoods addiction. I don’t regret that and I’ve decided the vegetarian lifestyle is enticingly excitingly me. Once I’m done with the weight loss (at least another 10lbs, down to 150lbs), I’m really looking forward to experimenting with all kinds of recipes. For the moment, my daily food intake is carefully controlled – yesterday, I consumed:

* 2 small 97% fat free burritos, 500 kcal.
* 2 glasses of Orange Juice.
* 1 packet of Strawberries
* 1 packet of Blackberries
* 1 packet of Olives
* 3 Cups of Decaf Coffee, with soymilk.
* Several glasses of soymilk

That’s a pretty typical day at the moment. I try to eat less in the way of burritos and more in the way of fruit (some days I largely eat just fruit, and vegetables). I sometimes eat Olives, sometimes have a salad, sometimes have a craving for Red Kidney Beans at 11pm and go to Stop and Shop to buy a can. Other times I have an insatiable need to eat lots of corn (UK: sweet corn) late at night, which also results in an emergency trip to a store (usually on the way home from the gym – saves an otherwise excessive trip in the car). It’s not a cheap lifestyle, however, since it would be far cheaper to eat crap than having fresh fruit.

I get all the main food groups. I eat avocados, salad, fresh crunchy carrots, and various additional sources of protein, especially if I’m going to the gym. Though I’m trying to cut down on the powder shakes (haven’t had any in weeks) and those kcalorie-loaded $5 smoothies that they have in the gym. I discovered heymarket recently, and will also be looking into the CSA opportunities available – I’m not sure I want to commit just yet, while I’m on a very restricted diet, perhaps saving that until I’m down to 145-150lbs and feeling like being more adventurous.

Anyway, I promised some statistics. Tonight, I watched my first BBC America version of the popular British “Newsnight” show (UK: “programme”), which is a variant of the nightly UK version, recut for the US market (though with segments that use terminology many Americans won’t understand – not much is lost in the translation here though), and I guess is only a once-a-week affair. Tonight’s show had some interesting justifications for why the world might benefit if everyone were to go vegetarian – or at least follow more of a vegetarian diet – in terms of natural resources saved. I’m not advocating that everyone reading this rush out and make the switch, but I thought you might find these figures interesting.

It takes 8.9 square metres of land to produce 1kg of pork, 20.9 square metres of land to produce 1kg of beef, and only 0.3 square metres of land to produce 1kg of vegetables. At the same time, it will take 7kg of grain to produce 1kg of beef, and 10,000 litres of water for that same 1kg of beef. It will, however, only take 1,000 litres of water to produce the grain. That’s 10 times less water.

World consumption of meat has risen sharply over the past few dacades. At the beginning of the 1980s, annual consumption was at 136 million tonnes. But by 4 years ago, consumption had risen to over 260 million tonnes. It hardly seems to be linear growth either, if you look at the charts. This means that we’ve doubled the resource burden placed on the world in order to produce all of these plastic packaged, regular geometrically-shaped meat-based products.

Jon.

I got into surfing last year after my initial crash diet down from being fat Jon, as part of Brave New Jon. My ex-girlfriend happens to come from a quiet beach town filled with surfing types (San Buenaventura – more popularly known as “Ventura”), and so whenever I would go there to make myself miserable (rather a lot, as it happens), I’d try distraction in the form of surfing. I’m not a good surfer (I can barely do very much yet at all), but I understand the mechanics, have been a few times, and know enough to be dangerous on my own. And practice makes perfect.

Fast forward to this weekend. A mutual friend had decided to throw a random party down on the Cape, which conveniently coincided with me wanting to try proper non-Best Coast (East Coast) surfing for the first time, which is useful. I stayed over Friday night, hung out and drank the Raspberry wine that Andrew and Emilie had given me the week before, and then drove from Brewster over to the Pump House Surf Shop on 6A in time for 10am(ish).

Photo: Soft top rack

Pump House Surf Shop is actually pretty cool, if not a little annoying several miles from the actual beach. But they do great board rentals ($20 per day), and the guy who owns the shop is friendly enough. They also rented me a soft top rack for my MX5, which allowed me to strap a short board to the roof (I won’t really be able to use a long board and transport it with my car, but I can live with that), and drive down to the beach. I wouldn’t want to drive any further than that with a surf board strapped to the roof – one hears rumbling the whole time, and I’m not entirely convinced the soft top would enjoy the experience at 65mph.

Photo: Jon Masters, as “surfing dude”

Having proven that the concept is possible – driving from Cambridge down to the Cape, renting a board, physically attaching it to my car, and actually getting out into the ocean, the waves weren’t particularly great. But that’s ok, since I wasn’t expecting wonders this particular weekend. It was more about proof of concept, testing water temperature (you don’t want to go out into the Atlantic ocean without a 5mm wetsuit like mine, and be careful about getting cold – I managed a couple hours), this kind of thing. I shall endeavor to go more often this summer.

Jon.

I’ve decided to finally give up on dating and meeting people. It’s consumed vast amounts of my spare time over the past year and it’s only really resulted in more pain. Everyone I meet is compared with her (whether I mean to or not), I’m (very) briefly happy, and then when it doesn’t work out a large part of me breathes a sigh of relief. I dislike sleeping these days, because it only serves to give time to thinking about her at length. And if a day does go past when I don’t happen to think of her, well, then it’s much worse the next time.

And that’s largely how it is, unfortunately. Flights, long drives, long lonely hikes, and countless other activities, are all great times to think about how much I really miss her, how much nobody else is going to change that, and how little I can do about it. So I finally resigned myself to just give up on trying and try to focus on other things in life. As we noted over dinner last night, I’m freeing myself of vices one by one. I don’t smoke, don’t really drink, don’t eat meat, don’t drink caffeine, mostly consume fruits and vegetables, and drink soymilk. I’ve also lost over 55lbs now since last year, and am a completely different person than I was before she left. That’s not to say I wouldn’t trade everything to see her smile one more time, but that’s not how life works out.

Anyway. I don’t like to sound depressing. I had a reasonably relaxing Memorial Day weekend, followed by a hike up Wildcat Mountain yesterday, and got to see Andrew and Emilie (yay). This week is mostly filled with work, writing, gym, and fruit, but over the weekend I shall be spending one of the days down on the cape, and hope to go surfing for the first time this season.

Jon.