So we went to San Francisco

Under the Sun, The letters of Bruce Chatwin

So we went to San Francisco which is so unlike anything else in the US it doesn’t really bear thinking about. it’s utterly light-weight and sugary with no sense of purpose or depth. The people are overcome with an incurable frivolity whenever they set foot in it. This doesn’t mean that one couldn’t live here. In fact I think one could easily, preferably with something equally frivolous to do.

Double life

“Ah, I see,” says George, “reporting for duty. It begins already, your double life.” He smiles and drains his cocktail.

“That is what you’re proposing, you realize?” he continues. “A double life. A divided existence, schismatic even. Let me give you a bit of advice about such endeavors: they are even trickier than they look. You must be careful. One half is always threatening to swallow the other, to consume it, to wipe it out. Sometimes a double existence is more than impractical; it is fundamentally an impossible feat- a folly- and in the end you may have to give one side up.”

Your brain

The three-pound organ in your skull – with its pink consistency of Jell-o – is an alien kind of computational material. It is composed of miniaturized, self-configuring parts, and it vastly outstrips anything we’ve dreamt of building.” David Eagleman.

The plain fact is that great achievement, deep fulfillment, lasting relationships, or any other aspects of an unquenchably, relentlessly well lived life aren’t formulaically executable or neatly quantifiable. First and foremost, they’re searingly, and deeply personally, meaningful. The inconvenient truth is: you’ll probably have to not just blaze your own trail — you’ll also probably have to plot your own map for own journey. UMAIR HAQUE

and work hard!

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Creemore Vertical

Mal: “We’re not gonna die. We can’t die, Bendis.

You know why? Because we are so…very…pretty

We are just too pretty for God to let us die.”

 

Creemore Vertical is going to be my first race of the summer. And zero preparation! 25 km at the pace of a snail is going to be super exciting if the weather predictions hold up: rain, rain, rain. In the hope of avoiding last year’s fiasco with the last minute dash to get gear ready I am going to leave the office at a decent time today (hey it is Canada Day!) and get all my gear ready and make sure I don’t forget all the items I forgot last year. And this year: we are getting to Creemore via motorcycle. I am not really sure this is a great idea, because of the rain partially but also because the last thing I really want to be doing at the end of my race is change into my motorcycle gear just to get back home! But for now, let’s focus on the gear list that I will need to get ready and carry to the race (in addition to the obvious running pants and top!):

  • mosquito repellent (last year I got eaten alive and I was the only one the mosquitos found to be tasty!)
  • baseball cap
  • water bottle
  • eload
  • double layer socks (2 sets, can’t remember if there is a river crossing on this race)
  • podcasts – I have been thinking about that and I will do without.
  • snacks: mini cliff bar, jelly beans, gu

This time around I will actually have a breakfast: chia + yogurt and perhaps even a bagel with cream cheese!

We got: a water bottle, repellent, Glide, Hydrogel, endurolytes (apparently it is going to be 30C in the shade tomorrow!), sunscreen, clif bars, eload, gums and candy.

 

inbox hell…

“E-mail overload is something we are inadvertently doing to each other. You can’t solve this problem acting alone. You will end up simply ignoring, delaying, or rushing responses to many incoming messages, and risk annoying people or missing something great. That prospect is stressful.”

“But if we can mutually change the ground rules, maybe we can make that stress go away. That’s why it’s time for an Email Charter. ” Chris Anderson, TED.

Indeed. Please sign the email charter and let’s get out of our inboxes! David Pogue also has a couple of additions that should make it to your list. My favourite? Omit the Legal Vomit.

HTFU!

HTFU! Words to live by. Not running is killing me! Beth’s got it right. I call that punching above your weight class! I am always the last to cross the finish line in my long distance races.