Solitary acts

Not to gush over the NYTimes, but some of their blogs are hidden gems. Actually, most big newspapers like the LATimes have excellent blogs. I reread the entry on marathons from the Well blog on the NYTimes and was reminded of another entry I read from the blog, appropriately titled, Happy Days (its tagline is “The pursuit of what matters in troubled times,” haha) about happiness.

How does one describe the experience of reverie: one is awake, but half asleep, thinking, but not in an instrumental, calculative or ordered way, simply letting the thoughts happen, as they will. … If it consists in anything, then I think that happiness is this feeling of existence, this sentiment of momentary self-sufficiency that is bound up with the experience of time. … Time is nothing, or rather time is nothing but the experience of the present through which one passes without hurry, but without regret. … And then it is over. Time passes, the reverie ends and the feeling for existence fades. The cell phone rings, the e-mail beeps and one is sucked back into the world’s relentless hum and our accompanying anxiety.

Liz Robbins wrote about running as a process of introspection, giving us all a purpose and destination. While Simon Critchley wrote about happiness derived from happiness within. It’s not hard to discern the connection between the act of running and that deep happiness within.

While I’m still riding my marathon high, here is another article about an editor at the NYTimes who will be hopefully be running the New York Marathon to reclaim her body from cancer. So inspiring. As Liz Robbins wrote, “Every runner has a story. All you have to do is ask. When you do, it’s as if you unlock a journal kept in the brain from all those solitary hours spent training. It’s good to talk to someone other than yourself or your running partners once in a while.”

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One reason people run – and read running books – is that casual running often confers status. Jogging is considered an outward marker of achievement. It helps draw the American class divide between the thin and the fat. For example, a daily group jog in Central Park, starting at 5.30am, features “many of New York’s top executives, lawyers and traders”. One author, Liz Robbins, calls it a “power breakfast”. [Source]

LOL. Maybe we all run for the same reason we buy luxury cars and get college degrees – social status. To increase your status is to increase your likelihood of mating and reproducing. Gee, and to think I thought we were complex creatures.

Let’s eat a meal.

Would You Slap Your Father? If So, You’re a Liberal
Liberals and conservatives don’t just think differently, they also feel differently.

“Simply exposing people to counterarguments may not accomplish much, he said, and may inflame antagonisms. … So how do we discipline our brains to be more open-minded, more honest, more empirical? A start is to reach out to moderates on the other side — ideally eating meals with them, for that breaks down “us vs. them” battle lines that seem embedded in us. (In ancient times we divided into tribes; today, into political parties.)

“Minds are very hard things to open, and the best way to open the mind is through the heart,” Professor Haidt says. “Our minds were not designed by evolution to discover the truth; they were designed to play social games.”

Things I am trying to understand, Pt. 1

Smoking – cigarettes in particular. Straight up? I think it’s stupid and one of the worst thing you can do to your body.

Someone try to give me a logical answer and I will consider – or, most likely not. This is not to berate smokers or make a judgment on anyone’s character as I kind of understand the… Social pressures? Familiarity? Genes? All pretty much empty excuses, I think. Also, the cool factor is not an answer either.

Excuse the diatribe, but there is just insurmountable evidence about the effects of smoking. Does your body need it? Initially, before the first cigarette, not thereafter. I am trying to understand why anyone would continually poison their bodies in this way. Why would you risk higher probabilities of disease and cancer? Physically, mentally, economically… in none of these areas can I even begin to proport any rational reason to smoke, given the cost-benefit analysis.

Last Wednesday, I went to the track hoping to get in a short run before the marathon and my calves felt like wooden blocs. I couldn’t run, literally. There was this stiffness in my calves that was punctuated with every step on the rubber track. It was a terrible feeling to not be able to do something so simple, something that some people take for granted – being able to run. Now, I’m limping around with sore quads and walking is basically a concerted effort between my brain and my legs to not fall down the stairs. That said, if smoking impairs (I purposely didn’t use “‘may’ impair” because it is a definitive statement) your physical ability, your lung capacity – tell me why you would smoke.

I suppose it’s difficult to discourage smokers with vague, distant things like “coronary heart disease” or “lung cancer,” just as it’s hard to organize a collective effort to combat global warming warning of distant future catastrophes. But, some immediate effects of smoking are nearly just as unattractive: bad breath, yellow teeth, smelly clothes. Maybe this is the way to go about solving the climate crisis – make it sexy!

That said, I do believe that quitting is always an option. Running the marathon this past Monday, sans proper training I am embarrassed to admit, proves that it really is MIND OVER MATTER. A marathon is basically a really long mental exercise – you don’t run fast (I was running at a 11-12 min pace) and after about the 10th mile, your legs go on auto-pilot and the rest is just you getting over the mental wall (Mile 23 for me) and trying to distract yourself from realizing that you’re going to run 26.2 miles.

This marathon has seriously gotten me believe I can do… anything. Ha!

/Ad nauseam/

So white it’s green!

Interesting concept that has apparently been out for awhile: white roofs as a mechanism to combat global warming! It sounds so simple, it’s unbelievable. Of course, the media would jump on this and make fun of Energy Sec, Steven Chu. Ugh, the media is so bored right now.

The concept is simple but the numbers he cites are massive: Making roofs and pavement more reflective could offset 44 billion tons of CO2, or the equivalent of taking all of the world’s cars off the road for 11 years. [Source]

Articles of Interest #325

Today, my friend Jill borrowed my iPhone to search something on Safari. The last website I was on was, “Yoga for break-ups” on Women’s Health. Ugh, way to see through the depths of my soul right now! Anyway, here are some articles because there are just too many for me to flood elsewhere. Also, I added an “Of Interest” category because I read stuff online (a lot, too often, instead of doing real stuff, etc.) and would like to share them in mass quantities all at once (and don’t want to get a Tumblr).
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He Rocks, They Flock: The Yoga King
In Los Angeles, an unlikely teacher elicits a special kind of loyalty from his students, in part with his New York state of mind.

Well: The Marathon: A Race Like No Other
Liz Robbins explains why the marathon is more than just a running event.

A Chili Sauce to Crow About
Some American consumers believe sriracha to be a Thai sauce. Others think it is Vietnamese. The truth is that sriracha may be best understood as an American sauce, a polyglot purée.

Tweeting Your Way to a Job
The position of social media specialist, introduced by companies like Comcast and JetBlue Airways, has become the hottest new corporate job among the Twitterati.

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IMHO, these are beyond trivial and frivolous articles considering California is basically… screwed. It’s funny how we, myself included, are so susceptible to reading inane news and fleeting trends. Hello, swine flu? My biggest complaint in regards to Twitter and social media, in general, is the cursory attention paid to real news and the propagation of superficial news. Really – did I know that Miss California had breast implants? Probably and I didn’t care. Now, I know. WHY? I don’t know and still don’t care. Ahck. It seems that no one can balance breaking news/in-depth coverage with marketing/advertising anymore.

The United Nations meets Vogue

Enter Susan Rice. Thanks, Nic.

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“For as long as I can remember I’ve had a job that requires me to juggle multiple balls. The number and the weight of the balls may be a little greater now. It’s a skill. I guess you can learn it, but I think it’s pretty intuitive. You can’t always catch every single ball. So you gotta know which ones are not going to explode like a grenade but will just sort of fall quietly.”

[Source]

Ambiguously abridged note to the universe.

Drove from LA to San Jose in 4.5 hours.
Thank goodness for: a very good friend
And her awful memory of garage door combinations.
Wide open, then shut closed and out; drove back.
Thank goodness for: My iPhone, auxiliary cable, Pandora and cruise control.
I thought about completing the marathon anyway –
I have no shame, I will finish it in eight hours if I have to.
Daily Bruin editing, sucks to pull from the Wire;
Times like these, I wish I could still write.
Anderson Cooper = Amazing in real life.
More amazing? Shaking his hand, photo-op.
“Why don’t you try and put your arm around those two ladies for the photo?”
Realization: Wallet stolen.
Bye, ~$500 cash, credit cards, driver’s license, and
Barney’s NY clutch wallet.
I know, I never carry money like that,
I was getting ready to deposit it.
Sob, sob, sob.
~EARTHQUAKE!~

Okay seriously. The universe is trying to tell me something.

If it wants me to reset myself/life…
I. GET. IT.
I didn’t need a heartbreaking, wallet-stolen, near-death weekend.

The only thing that’s getting me through now is Paris.
Au revoir!

Cat’s out of the bag

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I’m not apt to talk about my… feelings, but apparently you cannot go through life with a cold heart and warm laughs.

My old, as in former, not old age, psychologist (I’m kind of averse to using ‘therapist’ for no good reason) once revealed something quite alarming to me. There’s a difference between a deep intellectual discussion of your beliefs, thoughts and analysis and a deep discussion about your feelings.

Who would’ve thought!

Pretending to be perfect and emotionless is so exhausting.
[Because I am (clearly) not either.]

How can my decision making process in every other area of my life be so damn… good, for lack of a better word, and my relationships be so ill-judged, miscalculated and wrong?

I probably want to talk about this with you if you’re reading this, so feel free to e-mail me.