All posts in September 2019

Rain was drizzling on me this morning as I made my sacrifice to marginal fitness — 100% humidity, though the pollution was low, breezy, 16°. About fifty steps in, I realised that this was going to be a perfunctory run, not a victory over anything: muscle tightness in my back and upper right leg, hotness…

Didn’t run this morning; I had a lot of train travel yesterday, I slept later than usual, and my back was stiff.

I was chatting with Danya on Twitter, about Fleabag and clergy and sex, and it occurred to me that we and our wise friend Laura could do a great job of writing a book about sex and clergy. That is just a dream, of course (at least as far as I’m concerned; Laura and Danya…

I had to prove my identity yesterday in a comprehensive, ‘No, really, are you actually a distinct individual named A K M Adam who has been alive since…, and currently resides…, and who has not committed any criminal offences…’ way. I brought along my RFIDed passport, by hyperbiometric Leave to Remain, an expired passport, my…

In the world we now inhabit, where artists’ creepy side[s] overshadow the works they produce, it’s difficult to admit this — but one of my favourite moments in all of rock’n’roll comes when (known to be creepy*) Chuck Berry deploys ‘unloose’ as an adjective (that just means ‘loose’) to make the meter work: * Convicted…

10:29. Felt OK, breathing hard, did the job.

I’m charmed that one of the most popular posts in this blog is the one that identifies the plural to ‘impetus’.

… so that I don’t forget, I ran a gasping 10:39 this morning. On the positive side, I still haven’t stopped running the whole mile; on the frustrating side, I haven’t yet gotten back into 10:10 form. And I still hate running.

I’ve held back on speaking publicly about Joi Ito’s actions as head of the MIT Media Lab, for several reasons. First, I’m both a friend of Joi’s and in a very casual way I talk with him about matters spiritual, and I didn’t (and don’t) want to shut down lines of communication in either capacity.…

Westminster may be in convulsions, Bermuda may have endured catastrophic hurricane damage, but nothing very interesting happened during my Wednesday mile. Headwinds, wt pavements (but no falling rain), 10:29, hard breathing, sluggish legs.

At the beginning of summer, I had the hope-anticipation that I would ratchet up my running schedule to three days a week. I was making manifest progress, I was aiming at setting a new plateau at a better pace; and since I was freed from the academic obligations and timetable, I thought I could break…