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Thursday, July 03, 2003
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HABIT FORMING
For years, I thought to myself, "I ought to get into shape", but I never got around to it, because whenever I'd read up on the topic, I felt overwhelmed & turned off. The advice always seemed overregulated; crammed with instructions & details & numbers. But I didn't want to spend my time reading manuals & memorizing instructions, I wanted to DO something.
Finally, I just said "screw it," climbed abord the dust-covered exercise machine in the basement & moved in whatever way seemed to strain the muscles that felt the flabbiest. I develped a routine that made me feel used, tired, & spaghetti-limbed and now I'm content.
The good thing here is that now I'm doing *something*, which beats the hell out of the nothing I was doing before. I've got the habit, and perfectability is still a future option. I'm in a far better place than I was before.
I suppose part of it is stubbornness, a need for control. The desire to not have someone else tell me how to live my life, even if it's for my own good. A need for independence and self-determination. It's that teen-age rebellious streak that never seems to go away. An urge to spit & say "bite me". Part of the American spirit, I guess.
Over at American Realpolitik, there's a piece that describes how that urge to "write the script of your own life" really is what separates America from every other country on earth. It's an inspiring read, just in time for Independence Day. Go forth & enjoy.
posted by Harvey at 11:30:53 PM permalink HOME
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PAINFUL, YET EDUCATIONAL
When I was 26, I bought a car on my own for the first time. That seems kind of late in life for that event, but it had something to do with spending 6 of 8 prior years in the Navy and using the USS Enterprise as my preferred form of transportation. After a few cursory external glances & a short test drive, which should have red-flagged the mechanical monstrosity, but which I blithely shrugged off as "probably just needs a tune-up", I plunked down $700. Many hundreds of dollars in repairs later, I finally finally traded in my money-pit for $40 and that salutory, albatross-free feeling.
In retrospect, I'm glad it happened. All that cash bought invaluable wisdom, and, although I still buy cheap used cars, I haven't been rooked like that since.
Via Mean Mr. Mustard, I've discovered that Michele, in her infinite cruelty, wants to deprive others of learning the similarly valuable lessons which can be so easily garnered by losing a few small body parts in fireworks mishaps. Although I cannot condone such gross thoughtlessness, I can at least console myself with the notion that anyone who can't understand the simple equation of "explosion + proximity = ouch!" will be too damned stupid to heed her cute little signs anyway.
VIVA DARWIN!
posted by Harvey at 11:27:51 PM permalink HOME
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CAN'TCHA SMELL THAT SMELL?
Scrappleface, with his usual stlye & wit, mocks Wal-Mart's new anti-gay-discrimination policy by proposing that the negatively fragrance-enhanced could be the next protected class. Nice bit.
Speaking of which, the hygenically challenged seem to be disproportionately drawn to my teller window. I work in Wisconsin, and it's farm country here, but jumpin' manure buckets, Farmer Brown, could you at LEAST wash the damn pig dumpings off your hands before you come in to do your banking? I realize you're acclimated to the odor, and you probably don't understand why everyone in the lobby is coughing & turning green, but my smile might look a little more sincere if there was just a little less of Babe's colonic fingerpaint on your shoes, pants, shirt, hands and deposit slip.
And what are YOU laughing at Mr. Is-my-SSI-direct-deposit-in-yet? You're "disabled", you "can't work", you "need" that $1500 a month of government bum-grease to live on. Tell you what. While you're busy pissing that money away on the beer & smokes that cling to you in a month-thick stink cloud, and between watching HBO for 12 hours a day, running up your $100 cable bill, maybe you could squeeze in a little time to buy some soap and a copy of "Personal Hygiene for Dummies".
This year, I don't want a raise, I want nose plugs.
posted by Harvey at 11:24:24 PM permalink HOME
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TODAY’S GRAFFITI CURRENCY
Might have worked better on a $100.
posted by Harvey at 11:21:14 PM permalink HOME
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