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I was stumbling around YouTube the other day watching random videos to kill time. I came across a Tedx talk titled “The Mathematics of Weight Loss” by Ruben Meerman. In his talk, Ruben describes how your body metabolizes fat and the (very basic) associated chemistry. Straightforward enough (I only watched the first 5 minutes of …
Date: July 3, 2020. Conditions: Sunny. Temperature: 85 °F. Summer was here, the virtual worst time of year to fish. I figured I could have gotten up at ass o’clock to hit a wild trout stream, but the shortage of rainfall and recent heatwave would have likely made my outing an exercise in catch and …
I recently wrote about my ongoing existential crisis (see post titled “Quarter Life Crisis”). To summarize in as few words as possible, the post outlines how my existential crisis arose, the associated feelings of meaninglessness, why I think those feelings evolved, and a survey/evaluation of possible solutions. As mentioned in my post, one possible solution …
This post is a recount of my backpacking trip to the White Mountains in New Hampshire 06/12/20-06/14/20. My friends and I planned a trip to backpack the White Mountains in New Hampshire. The goal was to cover a 25-mile semi Pemi Loop from Friday through Sunday, then camp near the foot of Mt. Adams Sunday …
Limited time offer for a fat annihilating, metabolism turbocharging pill! Just kidding, I don’t have a pill to get you washboard abs or a nice behind. Want to know why I don’t have a pill to get you in shape? Because one doesn’t exist, and most likely never will. I can’t tell you how many …
Don’t worry, you don’t always have to wait until midlife to have a crisis. You can have one at 25, or 26 (my current age), or 20, or 30, or at any other time. That’s the great thing about life: crises can happen at any time! The crisis might happen suddenly, like a brusque slap …
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This post is a recount of a long weekend in Nashville with the boys. Friday: I worked a full day as my 7:00 pm flight was out of the local airport in central New York. I arrived at my gate to find a few of my fellow passengers donning Bills gear. Cool, I thought, should …
I used to go to church as a kid. I didn’t go because I was forced to, I went because I knew it was my moral duty. I knew it was my duty to occupy a seat in a large building for an hour every Sunday. I knew it was my duty to listen to …