What’s Up? (10/21/15)

Little Time Before Midnight
There’s about an hour until Midnight, so I’m very close to writing a What’s Up? (10/22/15). I wanted to write in because I think I’ve committed to an exercise routine; I’ve only gone three days in a row, but that’s a start. 10 Minutes a day, 30 minutes a night. It’s simple, and it works for me. I make myself do a little in the morning to get my day started, I do more at night because I’m already awake and I have a day’s worth of calories to chip away at. I think a big difference between this plan, and the exercise plans of my past–is that I’m out of school. I don’t have study sessions or homework that can get in the way of a simple goal. Bike a little bit every day. Slowly begin to bike more, and harder, over time. It’s not a weight loss goal. But it might help me lose weight.

Today is “Back To The Future Day” for what it’s worth. In Back To The Future, Part II, The Chicago Cubs made it to the 2015 World Series. It’s the top of the eighth, and the New York Mets lead the Cubs in what may be the final game of the National League Championship Series.

And as I write, Daniel Murphy just batted his 6th straight home run in a postseason game.

That does it.

The Mets are going to the World Series… how can they not?

This is so exciting for me, but I’m also awfully excited for my family. I’m so happy that my family can see a Mets World Series again. The fact that Daniel Murphy just hit ANOTHER home run hasn’t really settled in. It’s an amazing feat. Totally unbelievable. The man is on fire…

And yet, I’m going to pass out soon. I have Thursday ahead of me.


What’s Up? (7/21/14)

I just realized I had a finished song that I was sitting on for easily, a month, and hadn’t released. I was going to play it at June’s Pulsewave, but it was a secret location and I opted to hang with the Xanax Cats instead, I think. It’s really good though… I’ll post it this week for certain.

That discovery, and more! There’s a lot of positive brain-storming happening right now. Ideas like, how will I celebrate being back in Pittsburgh? Who will I see first, and when? What outfits can I put together? Can I achieve my vision of complete color coordination? Pants match the t-shirts, which match the scarves, and maybe even the watches. Will I learn to make coffee from grind? Maybe French Press, or my own single-serve machine. Should I pull the trigger on a piece of exercise equipment? A part of me thinks it would be excellent to have a tiny stationary bike in the room. Could get some exercise while I’m going some readings for English or watching Netflix or something.

As my internship goes into its final four days, and my time on Long Island into their final sixteen, it’s only normal for me to be this excited about Pittsburgh again. There are some things I’m still itching to do before that happens though. 1) A drink with the Interns. 2) Another pool & beach session with the Xanax Cats. 3) Drawing my Summer Passport entries. 4) Maybe see Nine Inch Nails a fourth time. 5) Hang out with a Slimeball. 6) Having more Vodka.

What’s Up? (3/22/14)

If you see something, say something. If you see somebody post a horrible piece of fat-shaming content on Instagram, say something about it. If you think unfollowing the person solves the problem, think again. They didn’t notice you, they don’t care about one follower, and they don’t know that there’s a problem with what they did.

I said something today, to somebody who thinks it’s okay to say “You’re fat because you’re fucking lazy” because she thinks that is the attitude that motivates people. Against my initial gut reaction, I did not tell this person to fuck off, or that they themselves were horrible. I tried to take the route of letting them know that I was upset by it, and that it was basically morally wrong for the person to say such a thing.

She took the route of “You don’t know me,” insisting that everyone is entitled or “untitled” as she put it, to their own opinions.

Sam Harris proposes that science can tell us something about morality, and that scientifically, there are ideal morals to follow that would lead to the greatest human happiness. Since there are ideal moral codes, there also exist, harmful ones. Hence, there’s no reason to equate the morality of different types of world views: there’s no reason to respect say, the Taliban’s views on how you should treat women, because scientifically, they don’t create human happiness. That’s a fact you can prove.

As you shouldn’t listen to the Taliban’s views on how to treat women, you should likewise not look to fat shaming as an okay moral stance or “opinion” to be entitled to. It’s factually, scientifically, immoral; it hurts people, and so I argue – no, you’re not entitled to your opinions if they hurt people.

On Eating Clean

They say addicts have to hit rock bottom before they seek help, or seriously try to get clean. Can the same be said for those of us who eat poorly? The physical and emotional pain experienced just after eating Five Guys was just so overwhelming today, I feel like I should never go back, I feel like getting clean. I need fruit, vegetables, and water as soon as possible.

A bag of iceberg lettuce, and apples sits in the fridge at home. The time is 4PM, I’ve been awake since 11 AM and I haven’t had time to eat yet. Surrendering to a hunger, and need for a quick meal, I stopped at Five Guys. How many times over the last three years at Pitt does this make it? The hamburger itself was delicious as always and inspired no great guilt, yet when faced with a greasy paper bag of fries, I started to break down.

Physically, I feel bloated, full, big. Like I could throw up. Emotionally, lonely, tired, stuck. Full of regret, wishing I hadn’t done that to myself. Over an hour after finishing, the pain hasn’t gone away. Burping, remembering the taste of onions and pickles, smelling of fast food, feeling oily.

This person is at odds with the person who, on Tuesday, pulled himself together, got to the gym, and rowed. I mean, my goodness, how could these be two sides to the same coin? Why don’t I eat clean from now on? Look at what I did to myself by eating Five Guys, could you imagine how much better I’d feel if I just walked another block and got myself to Panera Bread? No more, period. This is cold turkey quitting, starting today, no more Five Guys.