inquiry

(FWIW, this installment is being live-typed from a treadmill walk.)

> Warning: If you fail to do any or all of these tasks, this > will result in your undoing. Your undoing can be ridicule, > degradation, torture, imprisonment, downfall, or death.

Sheesh... sounds like what happens if/when someone openly disagrees with most of mainstream media and/or its fundamentalist believers/adherents....

> There is no reason to gamble in order to be rich…

I'm trying to think of something that isn't gambling...

... oh, right: death and taxes.

> Finally, just to compound matters, men can tell > when certain women are aroused. Yes. Arousal has its > own smell. The resulting essence is unique to each > woman. It’s caused by a pheromone, a kind of chemical > signal that men can pick up, often without realizing > it. And a woman may not even be aware that she’s sending > out these signals. Chew on that for a while.

I wouldn't be surprised to learn it's far more often caused by imagination.

Kind of an out of sorts day.

Some progress at work.

Feels good to be walking instead of sitting.

Mostly just want to eat, but somehow managing to hold that in check (with the assistance of the memory of eating-related maladies).

Glanced at the New York Times front page to discover basically the same old “schtuff”: conjecture, leading, suggesting, careful use of quotation marks that save writer asses whilst teasing readers to swallow big bowls of hyperbole whole.

Glanced at front pages of newspapers in two cities I've lived in and/or around to discover they're both owned by the “USA TODAY NETWORK”, and thus are formatted nearly identically (and I wouldn't be surprised if conceptually slanted identically as well).

And my eyes have that “the morning after serious consumption” look and feel.

But the treadmill restoreth what the bottle taketh away, right?

Well... sorta kinda maybe. Seems a bit more like one step backward, 0.99 steps forward.

And then we die.