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My first experience with yoga for runners begins with a smiling young woman in an incredibly bright, but seemingly windowless room of painted white brick. She’s wearing a bright pink tank top, knee-length spandex tights, and a tiny ear-mounted microphone with a flesh-toned windscreen, giving her an air of
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Last year, the Red Sox ended their disappointing season with a walk-off win against the Baltimore Orioles, Mookie Betts racing home as Baltimore’s right fielder hesitated throwing a ball back to the infield. It was a exemplary play for a generational talent, showcasing that extra something that makes him
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One of the tougher things about isolation for me is that for long periods of time, I find that I have nothing to write about. So for my recent absence, you have my apologies. After about a month into the NYC quarantine, I realized just how much the banalities of
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Before I left for vacation last week, I started reading William Faulkner’s novels in order, beginning with Soldier’s Pay, a book about a group of people, brought together by chance, trying to readjust to life in America (Georgia, in particular—this is one of the few Faulkner novels
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In in the immortal words of Rob Thomas: “Man, it is a hot one.” Short entry this week, as I’ve been busy working on a few things, most of which are administrative and uninteresting. I’m still getting back into the swing of respectable running, which is hard when,
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Watching a footrace is weird. It’s monotonous, but as it plays out, it’s impossible not to begin to feel the hypnotic human drama, to try to understand the micro-adjustments, to explicate the way you suppose a runner feels by the way he looks, to recognize when he has
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The Disneyland imaginary is neither true or false: it is a deterrence machine set up in order to rejuvenate in reverse the fiction of the real. Whence the debility, the infantile degeneration of this imaginary. It's meant to be an infantile world, in order to make us believe
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In the interest of finding a challenge despite the complete absence of races for the last few months, I decided to attempt a running workout called The Michigan, which I read about in a running magazine. This is how it’s laid out: * 1600m at 10K pace (essentially a 1-mile
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A week or, I dunno, six weeks ago, Harper’s published a letter—signed by 100+ … let’s say “prominent intellectuals,” I guess—that, depending on how you read it, either defended the importance of free speech and civil discourse in the face of impending doom at the hands of
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Note: As promised, here’s the regularly scheduled newsletter. Early returns are positive. Four-plus months into the pandemic and I’m no better at drinking the proper amount of water at home than I was when I first started working from my weird little desk back in March. I set
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Note: I’m switching the Tuesday newsletter from TinyLetter to Substack. This newsletter was sent out last week, but almost no one received it. Hopefully I’ll have more success with Substack, and for those of you who already read this, I apologize. Keep an eye out for a 3.