August 2011
19 posts
July 2011
37 posts
Lots of Stan Getz this morning. News flash: I am...
Matter of Rothko →
“I started acting funny. I started doing research.”
David Levine, son of Morton Levine, a friend of Mark Rothko’s, explains the pervasive mess (crappy) dads can leave in a life. He also details what happens when a hot artists dies. Horrible, beautiful, pervasive, poetic.
Warning: this is a long read. Actual prose.
A visual guide to how much sugar is in your...
tumblrgym:
Apple Juice
Arizona Ice Tea
Big Gulp and Super Big Gulp
Caprisun
Nesquik
Coca-Cola
Minute Maid Lemonade
Orange Juice
Mt. Dew
Red Bull
Rockstar
Vitamin Water
SoBe
Soy Milk
Eep.
Come together.
There is always an interior, personal theme for Burning Man. And thanks to today, mine is emerging: use what I have, avoid as many purchases as possible, go for anything that makes my personal playa life more civilized.
For example, all my porch furniture will be going with me this year. Downright elegant.
In the spirit of which our camp is named: More Fun. Less Suck.
Let it begin.
Our theme camp has been placed, and our first real planning meeting happens this afternoon.
If I turn east, it feels like I can smell the dust.
Facebook and the Epiphanator →
Crisp, excellent writing from the Times’ Paul Ford as he ponders story telling, social media and old-school journalism. I agree, it’s a must-read. Special thanks to the charming Mark Donovan for pointing this piece out.
The misery of terminology.
Polyamory’s lexicon is just miserable. Awful, clinical terms. “Secondary” is disrespectful. I hate them all. He hates them too. They don’t really work. Not that he gives a fuck about polyamory. Amusingly, he calls himself “differently monogamous,” which I love.
I don’t know what I am. I just know that I’ve always been this way. At 46, I’m...
It's like that blank stare into the fridge.
I find myself refreshing different views of each of my social networks, waiting for one of them to tell me something I want to hear. A kind of waiting-for-entertainment white noise takes over.
It’s like that blank stare into the fridge where you check again, unwilling to accept that there’s just broccoli and mustard, and hoping a fully-cooked meal will somehow spring forth from behind...
Not so much a secret weapon as a concealed one.
Oh, the shades of meaning in English words. How I love them.
Tricky
If I pride myself on being a low-maintenance partner, but want to be appreciated for being that low maintenance partner, that means I’m high maintenance.
Doesn’t it?
“You’re the worst kind. You’re high maintenance but you think you’re low maintenance.” —Harry Burns, When Harry Met Sally
Mulligan/Desmond: Stand Still →
Infectious melody that I cannot seem to shake. You’re welcome.
Touché
As if in response to yesterday’s TL;DR ramblings, two friends of mine asked me to flex for them as we lazed around the pool yesterday afternoon.
I don’t hear a lot from my friends about how they’ve seen my body change. But the looks of surprise and arched eyebrows and hands clasped?
Indescribable.
Getting off.
Because really when it gets right down to it, I don’t trust someone who doesn’t have a vice. Vice is as important to anyone’s personal story as Judas is to the story of Jesus Christ’s death. Without Judas, without vice, there simply is no story.
Interpret “vice” any way you like. Sex, drugs, rock and roll. Food. Comic books, heroin. Chocolate chip cookies....
EliteFTS- This Is Silly: An Outlook on Training,... →
secondnaturefitness:
gperrella:
This is part one of a two-part series.
A colleague of mine, Sean Croxton of Underground Wellness, wrote a blog on his website titled “This is Silly.” That blog inspired this article, which basically encompasses everything silly in the confines of nutrition and the many different opinions out there.
An outlook on training concerning family
My dad recently...
No arms? No problem. →
Tom Willis throws out the opening pitch at a recent Red Sox night showcasing ability. With his feet.
In the middle of this video, you will also see a young man who is autistic and blind sing a beautiful national anthem.
Yes you can. Yes you can.
There is thunder in our hearts.
ultrafknbd:
I resolve to settle my summer bouts of wintry discontent with the discovery of a capacity for happiness.
Move and the way will open.
178
Down four pounds since May 28. Tracking calories and taking in 1,800 per day.
Admittedly, eating was problematic over the weekend (I lose my shit, I forget to eat).
Still.
Nice to see some “interesting” data.
“The fish trap exists because of the fish; once you’ve gotten the fish, you can...”
– Chuang Tzu (Burton Watson, translation)
I’m afraid to see fireworks tonight because of where I was to see fireworks last year. I’ve been trying to wrap myself in all my friends so tight, holding my breath, drinking more, afraid of when the meltdown would come. I believe in my friends so much, and believed their powers of love and affection and humor alone might stave it all off. So I came home and it felt like my...
ultrafknbd:
”I hear you’re on a pretty restrictive diet.” Me - “It’s just how I eat. I won’t eat shit. So I guess that’s restrictive.”
