Hey, America: You’re fat! Two-thirds of us are overweight, obese, or as I prefer to call it, I’m undertall. (The condition applies to people of girth in many other countries of Earth, too.) Weight loss is a mult-billion dollar business, and one of those companies offering some help is MyFitnessPal. According to a 2019 study, those who track what they eat really do lose more weight. I used it diligently once a while ago in concert with a diet and dropped a lot of pounds. But after a while I got tired of measuring everything and never going out, so I stopped. With stress and easy access to processed foods, over time, I gained it back. Even after biking 6,666.66 miles and walking 611 miles last year and continuing to choose only grains that are whole (basically no flours since January 1, 2018), I’ve had no significant weight loss. But it’s a new year, so now I’m trying it again.Continue reading
The former improv comic at Esther’s Follies said this to me without missing a beat. It was right after I had gone on and on about how much I loved cheese. Here in the Southern, predominantly Christian area of the US, that joke is extry hee-larry-us. Because, Jesus. Chees-us. Get it? Got it? Good. The same jokester once handed me a small piece of wood and said, “Feeling a little bored?” Which is also a great pun, but only relates to this post because cheese is often served on one. Anywho, I’ve had a lifelong love of the creamy stuff. And now cheese gets its own blog. Hey bicycles! If you don’t like it, you can suck it!Continue reading
As long as I’m reviewing my year, may as well hit the other highlights. In case you missed it, Part Une was about the bikin’ and the hikin’ (ok, walks). Here’s the link to check out that post about my 5,143 Miles in 2018, As for the rest, well, let’s skip the pleasantries and get right to the review.
Today was another day of walking, yoga, and writing, as well as biking to an appointment and a movie. Since every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday for now) are book writing days, I’m normally just posting a few photos. But I cain’t quit you, WordPress! So here are a few tidbits. Continue reading
In a week’s time I’ll be back in my room in the busy, noisy, stinking city. The car will be returned to its owners and the process of “re-dogging” will take place. Over four long days I’ll be volunteering for the very large South by Southwest convention (SXSW). That will allow me to see most of the shows except sold-out headliners for free and hopefully do some networking, learning and basically being a tourist in my own town. A luxury of which being employed full-time has deprived me for almost two decades. I’m due for a little fun, especially in the “Live Music Capital of the World.” My search for relevant, rewarding and non-boring work will continue. As will this blog, I hope, but in reduced form while I also hope to re-start working on my book of biking 10,000 miles in 2 years. With these changes on the horizon, it seemed like a good day to reflect.
Wednesday’s 16 miles on the bike began with a ride to a downtown coffee shop to talk with a very interesting person. I can’t reveal their identity or the purpose of the talk just yet, but it was a good experience for me, and I hope for them. So we’ll see how that goes. You’ll read about it here, assuming you keep coming back to read A Dude.
While I was there, I spotted someone else of note. That person was Jim Hightower, the populist former Agricultural Commissioner of Texas who has gone on to be a voice for progressive politics in Texas and beyond. My second favorite thing he ever said was at a Ralph Nader for President rally where he was a warm-up speaker. The crowd was rambunctious, so he said, with a Texas inflection, “This rally is hotter than high school love.” Hilarious! My favorite thing he said was, “I was born recently, just not yesterday.” I said hello, he was pleasant and polite but he didn’t remember me from Adam. Funny thing, years ago he considered me to be too radical for his radio show. Instead he got my friend on the air, largely because he was an Army veteran. True story. Continue reading