23 January 2013

There are very, very few areas of the country in which most Americans need to feel fear visiting or traveling through.

Personal Safety is not a feeling I encounter often, it is more often fear. From the guy in South Carolina who felt the need to carry a pistol while jogging to a housewife who carries a .38 while hiking.


This feeling of fear, seems to me to be emanating from the media outlets that sensationalize traumatic events. I get this strange culture shock in the US from people that things are "not safe". However, the internal opinion I get from people is that the US is the best place in the world, and the safest at the same time. 


Cognitive dissonance at its finest.


11 January 2013

just in: anti-oxidants not as good for you as you think, or how to be an ubermensch

Eat a good and balanced diet. Don't eat too many carbohydrates. Eat legumes. Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants. Pay attention to your caloric intake if your metabolism slows and you gain weight. Don't smoke (too many) cigarettes. Don't drink soda. Don't constantly drink excessive amounts of alcohol. Do drink a glass of red wine every now and then. Exercise plenty, though in different ways to train your different muscle groups.

Then get hit by a bus and it's all been entirely meaningless anyway.



10 January 2013

the den

Each step lay wary, for the shadows had began to linger, and I cast anxious glances over my shoulder.

This wasn't to say I was afraid. The dog was with me, and I trusted his keen sense of smell would catch any whiff of coyote scent. Even so, I would rather not test our senses.

My boot knocked against something hard, making that weird noise between a crunch and rattle which identified what I had disturbed. Already knowing, I looked closer anyways.

The browning frame of the bone, from a glance it looked a leaf, yet I knew it your decayed dinner. I turned it over with the toe of my boot. Behind, an owl hooted.


I didn't find your home today. Maybe I will tomorrow.