With the knowledge we have about nutrition, diet, excersize, health, medicine, etc.; we should be able to live to 100.
So, we're half way there. We should be at the peak of physical and mental capabilities.
We need only implement the knowledge of our species to maximize our potentials. If we have this insight nothing should prohibit us from using it.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Life, take one
The back of a pickup and a bottle of wine
Two happy meals and a little kine
Sun shines down and auras burn bright
Across the desert toward an endless night
Two happy meals and a little kine
Sun shines down and auras burn bright
Across the desert toward an endless night
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Woodland to ABQ additional thoughts
I recall Tioga road. Beautiful, massive granite, green, long vistas, empty.
We stopped at the bar before Yosemite - the one with the old saloon door, on a board sidewalk. We might have even eaten something there.
So many holes to fill in.
We stopped at the bar before Yosemite - the one with the old saloon door, on a board sidewalk. We might have even eaten something there.
So many holes to fill in.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Road trip memories.
Jeff Moe from Woodland CA to Albuquerque NM. Date - um sometime in '92 maybe?
The basics
Flew to Woodland (Sacramento) from ABQ to pick up a car that Jeff's dad was giving him. I will recall the model and exact year some time down the road; but it was a late 60's super huge boat.
The route: Hiway 49 down to hwy 120 (Tioga Pass through Yosemite), Continue on Hwy 120 across CA to Hwy 6 just west of NV - then Hwy 6 into NV all the way to Tonaph, then Hwy 95 south to Las Vegas then Hwy 93 across Hoover Dam (the bypass wasn't open or under construction or something), then Hwy 93 all the way to Kingman AZ and Interstate 40.
I40 East to ABQ and we were home.
I don't remember sleeping.
I know we crossed the Hoover Dam at night.
I know once we passed Mono Lake and were on hwy 120 east - we went airborne. The road was a roller coaster of dips and bumps - and this 1968 beast with a huge motor and luxurious shocks was close to maxed out at over 110 mph. Of course we had no seatbelts, and we bounced and tumbled and laughed our way across Eastern California.
I know we stocked up in Tonopah.
I'll remember more later.
Jeff Moe from Woodland CA to Albuquerque NM. Date - um sometime in '92 maybe?
The basics
Flew to Woodland (Sacramento) from ABQ to pick up a car that Jeff's dad was giving him. I will recall the model and exact year some time down the road; but it was a late 60's super huge boat.
The route: Hiway 49 down to hwy 120 (Tioga Pass through Yosemite), Continue on Hwy 120 across CA to Hwy 6 just west of NV - then Hwy 6 into NV all the way to Tonaph, then Hwy 95 south to Las Vegas then Hwy 93 across Hoover Dam (the bypass wasn't open or under construction or something), then Hwy 93 all the way to Kingman AZ and Interstate 40.
I40 East to ABQ and we were home.
I don't remember sleeping.
I know we crossed the Hoover Dam at night.
I know once we passed Mono Lake and were on hwy 120 east - we went airborne. The road was a roller coaster of dips and bumps - and this 1968 beast with a huge motor and luxurious shocks was close to maxed out at over 110 mph. Of course we had no seatbelts, and we bounced and tumbled and laughed our way across Eastern California.
I know we stocked up in Tonopah.
I'll remember more later.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
In Search of the Perfect Cheeseburger
The lad woke up, looked around, and breathed a deep sigh of relief. It had been a long ride; how long had he been holding his breath?
Was he in any control; had he been in any?
The drive to survive, to use every tool; to manipulate, to lie, to fiegn an entire persona; for what?
The cheeseburgers had been too far and in between. Now it was death that obscured his vision. His vision; his vision going, tainted and blurred. Once upon a time he saw that corner, that corner that lies at the end of the world, and wondered if the corner was before or aft. Did it really matter?
Rolling over he squinted out the window. At least there was a road. Out and into the morn. Through a break in the fog, the lad planted a foot on the path. Pain, disease, apathy, shot up from toe to head.
Where had the search gone awry? Was the will of existence exerting authority over a simple drive through the villages and burgs and towns and cities? Maybe it wasn't the cheeseburgers in the villages, burgs, towns and cities; maybe it was the country in between?
But, it was all about the cheeseburgers. Without, there'd be no search, no country, no village, burg, town, or city. The next step, steadier. The familiar crushing burn, noticed but tolerated; may I have another?
Was there a journey in his youth? Was he still in his youth? How old had he allowed himself to become? Dare he glance over his shoulder? What good would it do? The drive to spin his head, to run backwards, to seek advice from a dead person. Damn, he was tired already. Focus, straight ahead. Put the past back on the shelf. Why hadn't he burned it? What was there he needed to hold onto? Hope, youth, love, honesty, freedom?
The quest for the perfect cheeseburger was unacknowledged. Freedom had been emblazened as his path by his words. Astray from the road, carcass in the ditch.
The lad blinked, he had arrived somewhere. Somewhere they had cheeseburgers; may I have another?
Was he in any control; had he been in any?
The drive to survive, to use every tool; to manipulate, to lie, to fiegn an entire persona; for what?
The cheeseburgers had been too far and in between. Now it was death that obscured his vision. His vision; his vision going, tainted and blurred. Once upon a time he saw that corner, that corner that lies at the end of the world, and wondered if the corner was before or aft. Did it really matter?
Rolling over he squinted out the window. At least there was a road. Out and into the morn. Through a break in the fog, the lad planted a foot on the path. Pain, disease, apathy, shot up from toe to head.
Where had the search gone awry? Was the will of existence exerting authority over a simple drive through the villages and burgs and towns and cities? Maybe it wasn't the cheeseburgers in the villages, burgs, towns and cities; maybe it was the country in between?
But, it was all about the cheeseburgers. Without, there'd be no search, no country, no village, burg, town, or city. The next step, steadier. The familiar crushing burn, noticed but tolerated; may I have another?
Was there a journey in his youth? Was he still in his youth? How old had he allowed himself to become? Dare he glance over his shoulder? What good would it do? The drive to spin his head, to run backwards, to seek advice from a dead person. Damn, he was tired already. Focus, straight ahead. Put the past back on the shelf. Why hadn't he burned it? What was there he needed to hold onto? Hope, youth, love, honesty, freedom?
The quest for the perfect cheeseburger was unacknowledged. Freedom had been emblazened as his path by his words. Astray from the road, carcass in the ditch.
The lad blinked, he had arrived somewhere. Somewhere they had cheeseburgers; may I have another?
Friday, January 6, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
O.K. so another Sisyphusian (my own word) attempt to roll the boulder to the top of the hill.
The boulder contains:
The boulder contains:
- much lard
- bad eating habits
- laziness
- depression
- arrogance
- atrophying physical capabilities
- atrophying mental capabilities
How I will defeat Zeus:
- strict adherence to an LFLesque type diet
- another attempt at P90 or modified excersize program
- 8 hours on bike or trainer per week
- complete one book of any type per week
- plan a bike/golf getaway
- plan a family vacation
- learn to play guitar
- learn to maintain bike even better
- go minimilist and neat and quiet
- spend more quality time with kids
- spend more quality time with wife
- keep in mind the steps ahead that lead to the top
Of course you're welcome to projectile vomit at this. In fact, I encourage it!
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
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