Great example of the kind of more I referred to earlier. Wyclef and "others" seem genuine in their political endeavors in Haiti. HowEVAH:
And if you have a problem with Sean Penn, I suggest you take his picture off your wall, stop watching his movies or following him on twitter.
I will certainly continue to monitor the rise and transmogrification of more.
Feel free to post here your astute observations.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
The first of many
I'm eating more these days so I have more bowel movements.
Excuse me.
I'm so old-school it's sad. I just can't/won't/should't but know I'll probably have to adapt.
The general theme of the more modern era is, really, more. That's right, I said more. More size, more air, more length, quickness, exposure, influence, trash, turds, records, money (probably numero uno), sex, booze, products, pain, pleasure, pornography, pills, parachutes, pee, lecherous preachers to mislead people, pets, programs, projects, etc. It’s paralyzing. People want more health and transparency and honesty and accountability and social justice, too; but much of that is a symptom of the original more (and therefore not terribly genuine) and much of the more positive more actually gets mistaken or even called-out for its insincerity. In other words, good intentions sometimes are just more of the same: more.
I love how people celebrate some examples of more, yet can’t stand others. When it’s all the same God-forsaken game! Lance Armstrong and Barry Bonds are not synonymous with The Christ and Lucifer, respectively. In effect, they’re quite one and the same. Sports has seen a huge enhancement from the era of science and technology, which are both main characters in our mor(e)ality score. There is just more to consider because more is available in order to achieve more money and more fame.
I have been battling my own addictions for years. I understand mor(e)onic hedonism that plights man. I want out. I want to start all over again. I need less, want less but feel like more just follows me around, gladly reminding me everyday that more is cool and cool is more cool.
Fuck. I’m confused.
Excuse me.
I'm so old-school it's sad. I just can't/won't/should't but know I'll probably have to adapt.
The general theme of the more modern era is, really, more. That's right, I said more. More size, more air, more length, quickness, exposure, influence, trash, turds, records, money (probably numero uno), sex, booze, products, pain, pleasure, pornography, pills, parachutes, pee, lecherous preachers to mislead people, pets, programs, projects, etc. It’s paralyzing. People want more health and transparency and honesty and accountability and social justice, too; but much of that is a symptom of the original more (and therefore not terribly genuine) and much of the more positive more actually gets mistaken or even called-out for its insincerity. In other words, good intentions sometimes are just more of the same: more.
I love how people celebrate some examples of more, yet can’t stand others. When it’s all the same God-forsaken game! Lance Armstrong and Barry Bonds are not synonymous with The Christ and Lucifer, respectively. In effect, they’re quite one and the same. Sports has seen a huge enhancement from the era of science and technology, which are both main characters in our mor(e)ality score. There is just more to consider because more is available in order to achieve more money and more fame.
I have been battling my own addictions for years. I understand mor(e)onic hedonism that plights man. I want out. I want to start all over again. I need less, want less but feel like more just follows me around, gladly reminding me everyday that more is cool and cool is more cool.
Fuck. I’m confused.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Art, tights, tip-toeing through the tulips. . .
I am still dealing with a hamstring strain. It bugs. Not very painful at all, but I don't think about the pain threshold. I think about a 14 mile run with over 3000ft of vertical and I am red-lining. Given the state of that hamstring now, I know it spells trouble when I go for broke on an aggressive trail.
I took a couple of days off after my solid block of a few months. Then I did some easy miles, then a few days off. On Monday of this week I ran for 50 minutes, very ez, and felt nothing on the hammy. Tuesday I ran 1 hour and felt great (these runs were on the treadmill where I can absolutely monitor my speed since it's pretty easy and tempting to go a little too fast for my condition). Yesterday sucked. I didn't run until late in the day. I ran around where I live, so I hit some little climbs. Apparently running down hill is the worst for a hammy. I felt some little niggles here and there on the run. But I probably went a little too fast and my hammy is a little sore. Today I will run another hour or more.
We're going camping this weekend and the campground is on the outskirts of the Cuyamaca trail network. Will absolutely run on the trip. This will be a great test to see how the leg feels on the trail.
Running through this injury is now the plan. I'm just going to run easy and put-in some longer efforts. This will, I believe, do 2 things. It will help with my endurance. Also, I will strengthen the hammy to the point of, I believe, being through this issue. I notice this on my hour long runs. I will feel a little something at 20 minutes and think oh shit. At 40 minutes I'm feeling great. At the end of the run I feel I've completed a solid therapy session on the hamstring.
Speaking of therapy, I have an ART session scheduled for Aug. 8 or 9. I'm not sure of the date because consciously (not sub-) I'm trying to think I won't need it. But I probably will and I've heard great things about it. In addition, I bought some tights. Oh yeah. Heard these work great too. So there you have it.
In tights, running gently to my ART class. Next thing you know I'll be shaving my legs. But fear not, the IPA is flowing.
I took a couple of days off after my solid block of a few months. Then I did some easy miles, then a few days off. On Monday of this week I ran for 50 minutes, very ez, and felt nothing on the hammy. Tuesday I ran 1 hour and felt great (these runs were on the treadmill where I can absolutely monitor my speed since it's pretty easy and tempting to go a little too fast for my condition). Yesterday sucked. I didn't run until late in the day. I ran around where I live, so I hit some little climbs. Apparently running down hill is the worst for a hammy. I felt some little niggles here and there on the run. But I probably went a little too fast and my hammy is a little sore. Today I will run another hour or more.
We're going camping this weekend and the campground is on the outskirts of the Cuyamaca trail network. Will absolutely run on the trip. This will be a great test to see how the leg feels on the trail.
Running through this injury is now the plan. I'm just going to run easy and put-in some longer efforts. This will, I believe, do 2 things. It will help with my endurance. Also, I will strengthen the hammy to the point of, I believe, being through this issue. I notice this on my hour long runs. I will feel a little something at 20 minutes and think oh shit. At 40 minutes I'm feeling great. At the end of the run I feel I've completed a solid therapy session on the hamstring.
Speaking of therapy, I have an ART session scheduled for Aug. 8 or 9. I'm not sure of the date because consciously (not sub-) I'm trying to think I won't need it. But I probably will and I've heard great things about it. In addition, I bought some tights. Oh yeah. Heard these work great too. So there you have it.
In tights, running gently to my ART class. Next thing you know I'll be shaving my legs. But fear not, the IPA is flowing.
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