A nice, depressing, abstracted rumination for Valentine's Day: "lovers cradling one another on the beach, murmuring the three words that are the highest expression of what they mean to each other".
It's not that I'm aromantic. It's just that I am romantically susceptible to cynicism, and intellectually vulnerable to torrents of well-punctuated words. I know my weaknesses.
This post's theme word is aleatory "depending on the throw of a die". Luck in romance is partially aleatory. (Of note: aléatoire means "at random", and is very useful for attending mathematical talks in French.)
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Unfit bits
Fitness. The quantified self. Local eating, clean eating, health trends. We take a certain mental attitude to these topics, and it is almost always earnest and serious. Health is serious!
I like the idea of a fitbit, some tiny device which will quantify my daily physical effort. I like collecting and fiddling with such data. (Earlier this month I reached my 30,000th squat since January 2013.) But my brain is much more interested in picking at the weaknesses of such systems, and so the unfitbit appeals much more.
Unfit Bits from Surya Mattu on Vimeo.
Health and fitness may be serious, but sneakiness? always more fun.
This post's theme word is thewless, "cowardly; lacking energy." The unfitbit system is perfect for the quantified thewless self.
I like the idea of a fitbit, some tiny device which will quantify my daily physical effort. I like collecting and fiddling with such data. (Earlier this month I reached my 30,000th squat since January 2013.) But my brain is much more interested in picking at the weaknesses of such systems, and so the unfitbit appeals much more.
Unfit Bits from Surya Mattu on Vimeo.
Health and fitness may be serious, but sneakiness? always more fun.
This post's theme word is thewless, "cowardly; lacking energy." The unfitbit system is perfect for the quantified thewless self.
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