“Other research suggests that before the development of slingshots or bows, early hunters engaged in persistence hunting, chasing an animal for hours until it overheated, making it easy to kill at close range. A 2006 report in the journal Current Anthropology documents persistence hunting among modern hunter-gatherers, including the Bushmen in Africa.”—
Tara Parker Pope, “The Human Body is Built for Distance,” New York Times (Full article).
This is what I’m going to do once I finish the Couch to 5K program. I’m going to chase down all the white-tailed deer that get in my way and KILL THEM WITH MY BARE HANDS.
“The sweat lodge deaths have focused scrutiny on the New Age community in Sedona, which over three decades has become a magnet for spiritual seekers thanks to spectacular scenery and links to Native American rituals. The Angel Valley retreat center, which hosted the five-day Spiritual Warrior event, offers a menu of services like soul retrieval, vortex healing and dolphin energy healing.”—
John Dougherty, “For Some Seeking Rebirth, Sweat Lodge Was End,” New York Times (Full article)
New age shit like this makes me want to puke. If there’s anything I truly hate in this world, it’s when the desire to improve one’s self and explore spiritually is taken advantage of and used for profit, especially when it ends in pain and death. I hope James Arthur Ray goes to fucking jail.
This makes me want to go to a strip club. I wish there were some classier joints like The Lusty Lady in Austin. There are several other nice articles to be read in The Bold Italic, a news/magazine based in San Francisco.
“'The seventh and eighth grades were for me, and for every single good and interesting person I’ve ever known, what the writers of the Bible meant when they used the words hell and the pit,' Anne Lamott wrote, in “Operating Instructions.” 'Seventh and eighth grades were a place into which one descended… . One was no longer just some kid. One was suddenly a Diane Arbus character. It was springtime, for Hitler, and Germany.'”—Judith Warner, “I Feel It Coming Together.” Full article.
“Sometimes, when I run, I listen to jazz, but usually it’s rock, since its beat is the best accompaniment to the rhythm of running. I prefer the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Gorillaz, and Beck, and oldies like Creedence Clearwater Revival and the Beach Boys. Music with as simple a rhythm as possible. A lot of runners now use iPods, but I prefer the MD player I’m used to. It’s a little bigger than an iPod and can’t hold nearly as much data, but it works for me. At this point I don’t want to mix music and computers. Just like it’s not good to mix friends and work, and sex.”—
Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
I had to laugh at the guy who said he jogged to the main theme of Raiders of the Lost Ark, but at the same time—what a fucking awesome idea. I bet I could hit that extra burst of speed if I think a giant boulder is about to roll over and squish me if I don’t run fast enough.
Also interesting is the inherent “tastelessness” of workout music. A lot of comments are of the “Yeah I know I’m losing my hipster cred for saying this but DAMMIT Lady Gaga is some kickass cardio music” variety.