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13. “A thing known passes out of the mind into the muscles,” the poet William Carlos Williams knew.
“Health is the first muse, comprising the magical benefits of air, landscape, and exercise on the mind.” – Emerson
Exercise. Get healthy. Stretch. Stay hungry.
“The moment my legs begin to move,” noted Thoreau, “my thoughts begin to flow.”
Sue Grafton, author of the Alphabet Is For Making Millions mystery series, works out twice a day. “Writing is hard physical labor and very stress-producing. You have to have some way to blow your tubes and get it out of your system.”
Jeffing is a popular run-walk-run training technique that boosts endurance and reduces injury risk by alternating between, timed running and walking intervals, rather than running continuously.
Punches Fly In Defense Of Conway Twitty
Salad bottle fails as holdup weapon
3-year-old won’t be prosecuted.
I love you. I hate you. I like you. I hate you. I love you. I think you’re stupid. I think you’re a loser. I think you’re wonderful. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be with you. I would never date you. I hate you. I love you…..I think the madness…
“A Boca Raton woman called police Thursday night after she spotted a large spider in her den. Police responded to the woman’s Northwest 20th Street apartment, located the spider and killed it, reports said.”
They are all farmers. Farmers talk of nothing but fertilizer and women. I’ve never shared their enthusiasm for fertilizer. As for women, I became indifferent when I was eighty-three. – the old man of the village
One can ensure prosperity and financial success in the coming year by stocking up one’s cupboards, refrigerator, and larder.
When you watch track and field for the first time, you may wonder why the sprinters seem about to punch someone – okay, milers, too – while meanwhile the pole vaulters are all hugging one another. The latter have learned a lesson – you compete against the event, not against each other. You can learn a lot from track & field. About yourself, if nothing else.
I turn the radio off as we pull into the Woodburn Drag Strip, feeling like a 98-pound weakling at a body-building contest. I park next to a chopped and channeled ’50 black Merc with a bumper sticker that reads: “Concerned About My Driving? Call 1-800-WHO-Cares?”