If you’ve been around me and/or this blog for a bit you might remember that when I did both the bike tour and the marathon in 2005 (with absolutely zero training and 50 pounds heavier than I am now) I chronicled the painfully long day via phonecam snaps and audio blog posts. If you weren’t …
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I’m not sure how long I’ll keep it live, but in the aftermath of my successful failure in wi-fi’d webcam tagger surveillance earlier this week, I have resurrected the “pupcam” that we had in the kitchen after coming back from vacation last summer with the four dogs we rescued in Utah. Only this time the …
Sometime last year Susan did some thinning of the planter box by the porch steps and out went a collection of stunted, ingrown aloe plants that weren’t dead but weren’t thriving either. So I picked the sturdiest looking one of the bunch and plunked it down into a hole I dug in the backyard… an …
Perusing the inside of today’s Times I found this article about how smoking addiction can sometimes just disappear. The piece goes on to document how a USC/University of Iowa study linked injuries sustained to a specific area of the brain called the insula (which apparently holds sway over urges such as smoking) with the immediate …
Let’s just put it this way: I’ll be going to the store for some tomato juice later. That’s right, Susan and I got ambushed by a skunk this morning with me getting the worst of the juicing. We were nailed barely a quarter mile into our second consecutive four-mile morning walk. Trust me on this …
Yesterday might not have been the snap, crackle or poppiest of clear days for the L.A. basin, but t’weren’t too shabby as balmy winter days go. And having to get up on the roof yesterday for a minor chore I brought my camera with me to see what could be seen (click the thumbnails for …
Molasses-assed as I can be, of course I’d planned on starting the marathon conditioning thing Monday (in despa-preparation for the loooooong training walk I’m taking Feb. 10), but it wasn’t until this morning that I rose from bed about a quarter past 5 a.m. with Susan thankfully rising right along with me (I probably wouldn’t …
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