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Stuff I've been thinking about

Ah, baby, mine mental health be stable and healthy. Thus I can share some thoughts of mine.

 

This little interview article, with some gratuitous pictures (for, you know, only JKnutson has my heart), actually presents a lot of common sense health and nutrition concepts for women (and men, for that matter).

 

I like the T-Nation online community. I'm more into it than Mindsay even. I like to teach. There's lots of ways to teach. I may actually, one day, get certified as a personal trainer. Heck, I've been working out ("training" might be more accurate) since I was fourteen. I do love writing, tho'. Ah, me and Stendhal in heaven. Perhaps I should get certified before I go to this conference about training and nutrition, in Chandler (part of Phoenix metro). I'm a lot more interested in knowledge of this nature than the blood, tears, toil and sweat of literary criticism. Well, not exactly. I should say I'd rather go to a conference about training and nutrition than one of these many ego-driven literary prick conferences. I don't think I'm going to get to the MLA to "try to get a job," unless I can find a pocket in this field/discipline where I don't feel like just another asshole. Few things annoy me more than people in my department talking about "famous people" in litcrit. Who is that? Gayatri Spivak? She of translating Derrida, which somehow made her thoughts on capitalism, capital and "Can the subaltern speak?" suddenly more important. Academic stars don't twinkle.

 

So, realistic plans for a healthy life: wife, children, house, dog, trips to enjoy nature, respectable job teaching writing, personal training work on the side; income for me: $40,000; summers off, frustrations at not writing enough and not getting published enough, then, at age 70, the Schenck family epic becomes NYTimes bestseller. War and Peace meets Garrison Keillor, with Bob Dylan making an appearance.

 

There was an early-thirties age man in GNC tonight, holding and talking to his late toddler son. The boy was so sweet. I wasn't envious, for I have time and a heart with which to care. Aww. --adam

 
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