Wonders Of A Walkathon

That marathon athletes have alternated spells of totally concentrated silence and roaming thoughts, I can imagine since I’ve started to participate in walkathons. Among less fine language, ‘These small steps are a giant leap for me’ became my personal variation of Armstrong’s classic Moon punch line that I made up while running. I finally got myself running. That’s the real victory. A Moon landing. I even came close to a Ticker Tape Parade when my path crossed this young boy. At hindsight, I’m not sure if he was laughing with me or at me.

Recreational Vehicles To Vantage

Preparing my body and mind for a walkathon, the list to help me to find a rv insurance quote, got back in view again. The hardship to get things done like fitting running shoes and shorts reminded me of the endless check-list I gathered together from what people advised me to do in my quest for a van. Recreational Vehicles, as I’ve started to see my legs, are much more tricky to maintain and preserve than I ever could imagine. One thing is much easier though: I know the former owner and history of my legs. All registration documents are ok. Dents and other damages, if covered up, are known. And after the messy and rackety ‘storage space’ will be cleared and fixed again I can pound the tarmac and eat mile after mile.

Terms Of Temptations

Looking for a temptation that’s familiar and yet with an original and surprising twist as well, this clip. It’s like finding the last bottle of perfume with a knock out discount hidden behind all the much more expensive ones.

Twigs And Temptation

Do I have to beat myself with a birch tree twig and cry out ‘mea culpa, mea culpa’, is what I asked myself, being online. Or should I praise myself to the skies, feeling no temptation. Before you get the wrong impression, this isn’t any dodgy-dark-room confession. It’s about what’s on offer online, more specifically; about the alluring discounts that are for anyone’s grab, so it seems. Looking a bit closer and things like vitacost coupons bring me only products I don’t really need or desperately looking for. It’s also the excessive amount of products that makes me cross-eyed and start to puff and blow instantly. Temptation has next to nothing to do with it.

Foul To Be Fair

Dear Mr. Blatter,

Thank you so much for another weekend of:

All the foul play unpunished
All the inconsistency displayed
All the manipulating of games
All the frustration of players
All the shameless behaviour accordingly
All the fun that’s been missed by
All the tens of millions of people
All the megalomania of you to ignore the cry for changes in
All the years that you’re in charge

You must be a proud man. A real sportsman.

Going To The Grass

In a way this clip has to do with bladders, men, football and women. Those things, and sharing one and the same house isn’t always smelling like a rose garden.

Blatter Or Bladder

How 32 or 14 panels of leather or plastic stitched together and inflated make 22 men run as if the devil himself is after them, has become a bit more clear to me since I met someone who’s watching those 22 from the day he could walk. And he’s just one of the tens of millions. Even women are among them, so my own eyes told me.

Football is the game I’m talking about, if you didn’t get the picture. But that’s ok, I’m still left in the fog myself most of the time. What amazes me most is the surplus of high tech surrounding the tens of millions of dollars worth pitches and isn’t used properly. All that foul play seen by those millions of people, even in slow motion, very often gets totally ignored by the referee and Fifa. Pig headed is the proper word for it.

I’m sure Mr. Blatter knows there are innovations such as a chip-enabled football. That he has seen a game of ice hockey and the way how they deal with fauls. Don’t blame the Vuvuzela that you haven’t heard the suggestions and the teeth grinding of people who really love the game, Mr. Blatter. Perhaps we’ll have to start playing with personalized footballs that show your face on them. I’m sure in Ireland they’ll become a best seller. Images of close-up’s of free kicks and in tantalizing slow motion for decades to come, might hit your bladder for once.

Rap’s No Crap

There are many raptures to find online: from the remix of Blondie and the Doors to Fab 5 Freddy, Alicia Key, High Priestess and many more. But like urban clothes are best to see on the streets, the best rap can happen at any corner, even at a drive-in. Having been on the beat for a fortnight (it’s been a mad cap of a time) it’s fab to be back again.

A Rapture Of Ransack

Life is nothing but interaction. Things get mingled that fast and tight that it’s hard to keep up with. I dare to say it’s even impossible, and that this ‘shortcoming’ adds to the fun of unraveling a tiny piece every now and then. To go with the flow of urban clothes could bring you to the well known retina ravishing colours and designs of tank tops and t-shirts. But also make you hip-hop to less obvious places such as Western Africa and India. Some lines will bring you back in time for centuries, crossing all continents. And back again to today’s rhythms and rhymes of subways and streets. Howzatt for a rap?

About Drooping And Dropping

The promised mail dropping might show some resemblance with these old black and white images of a rather peculiar way of delivering mail. A bit shaky. Pay attention to the dropping... what would happen to a set of china crockery? Getting a bigger set, you say? You might be right. Talking of gathering bits and pieces.

Be Pinched In The Pith

Some time ago, in the days I still had a mirror hanging on the wall (it collapsed recently) and I was making use of pictures for this site (brings back memories), I mentioned I knew a weight loss product or two that were working. Are they still working, I hear you ask. Or are they in shambles like that mirror? Well, in all honesty, like that mirror, I collapsed and had to gather the bits and pieces. Hence explained my absence of being online. This rather drastic way of losing weight isn’t one on my list and I can’t recommand. With the muscles and taste buds still in poor condition I hope my determination is stubborn enough to be my automatic pilot for some time. I’ll drop some mail every now and then.