Friday, August 18, 2006

Always Kent, never Superman

I have dark curly hair and a sort of generic face. Pretty much everywhere I've gone as an adult, someone has said, "Hey, you look like Clark Kent." This happens in different places and comes from people who do not know each other. One co-worker back in my IHOP days started calling me Clark as a nickname. It's not all that flattering to be associated with Clark Kent. He's a nice guy, but a total bungler. When I saw _Kill Bill 2_, I thought the lecture on Superman/Clark Kent was brilliant, and it also made me even less fond of being compared to Clark Kent.

Little while back, I was wearing jeans, a white T-shirt with a plaid, wool coat over it, unbuttoned, and a baseball cap. Jae looked at me, smiled fondly, and said, "You look so Pa Kent." We watched Smallville for awhile, and she definately meant the John Schneider, younger, handsome version of Jonathan Kent, vs. the elder Pa Kent we've seen in other media. Still, marks a differnt era in my life, I think, the switch from Clark to Pa. More flattering, too.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Credit where credit is due

Yesterday I posted, Fighting gut creep. I feel good about making some progress on controlling my weight. In that post, I didn't give Jae the credit for helping me that she deserves. There's a lot of jokes about wives nagging husbands, but I appreciate Jae giving me a push on this. She also has been packing me lunches so that its easier for me to eat well.That has helped very much. Thanks, Jae, for the help.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Breast implants save woman from shrapnel

Here is an advantage of breast implants that I haven't seen advertised.

JERUSALEM - An Israeli woman's breast implants saved her life when she was wounded in a Hezbollah rocket attack during Israel's war with the Lebanese group, a hospital spokesman said Tuesday.

Fighting gut creep

I'm tall, about 6' 2'', and I'm thin. Or I was for the majority of my life up to date. I have a narrow frame, and I was skin-and-bones well into my 20's. I was 145 in college, and sat at 155 for several years after. Too skinny. Then I go a little older, got married, and got a desk job. Since then I've been putting on a few pounds every year, not more than 5 a year. No big deal, right? I was too skinny to start with, and its just a few pounds a year.

Well, I topped out at 185. That doesn't sound heavy for someone of my height, but remember, I have a narrow frame. And little muscle mass. Also, ALL of it settles around my midsection. All gut. I still have the skinny legs and skinny arms, and this gut. So vanity wise, not great. Health wise it can't be great, either, and the trend is certainly bad long term. The insidiousness of the creep is that you think, "Few pounds a year, no big deal." Then 10 years later that's 30 pounds, and by the time I'm in my fifties I have a real weight problem. So I'm stopping the trend now.

No fancy diet. I'm lucky in that I'm still not a person who has to struggle with dramatic diets to lose weight. Basically, I'm eating less. I'm taking smaller portions, and trying to leave a little on my plate. I'm avoiding the really bad stuff, like I rarely have french fries. The struggle for me has been dealing with fealing hungry. I'm terrible at it. Thank goodness I'm starting to have the experience of the stomach shrinking, so you feel full with less food.

I've been fighting gut creep for 3 or 4 months. I've lost about 10 pounds. I feel good about it.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Two for Joy

One for sorrow two for joy they say
I've had my fill of sorrow anyway
One for sorrow two for joy I know
I've been one for sorrow for too long

Jeffrey Foucault "One For Sorrow"

Minstrel Poet

It's all wild waste and welter
Come singing to the bong
No one can give you shelter
From the one thing that you own

Jeffrey Foucault "Wild Waste and Welter"

More from Mr. Foucault

And my dream came to me waking
On the cobbles and the rain
Maybe nothing is forever
Nothing is in vain

from "One Part Love"

Friday, August 04, 2006

Borrowed Words

The wages of sin
Don't adjust for inflation
It’s a buyer’s market
When you sell your soul

From Jeffrey Foucault's "Ghost Repeater". Could be a lot of borrowed words from Mr. Foucault. Thanks to my brother Luke for introducing me to him.

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