Remember #BringBackOurGirls?

June 19, 2014

No one ever brought them back, or even tried to.

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(A political cartoon by Jeremiah Jacques).

What Putin Wants in Ukraine

June 10, 2014

A political cartoon by Jeremiah Jacques:

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Monster Snapping Turtle Caught in Oklahoma

May 14, 2014

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EDMOND—Dave Harrell of Edmond, Oklahoma caught an alligator snapping turtle in Lake Eufaula on Sunday that looks like the guy you have to defeat before advancing to the next level of Super Mario Brothers.

Harrell says he was fishing for catfish when he snagged the prehistoric-looking creature. It is believed to weigh over 100 pounds. Harrell and his companion, Audey Clark, snapped some photos of it and then let him go.

For more information, read this, and happy swimming this summer.

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BY JEREMIAH JACQUES

This Too Shall Pass

July 24, 2013

What do you think would make you happier in the long term: winning the lottery, or permanently losing use of your legs in an accident? The answer may surprise you.

By Jeremiah Jacques

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Many years ago, a young sultan ruled over a tract of territory along the shores of the Red Sea. Each time a burst of prosperity came his way, the sultan’s spirits soared to the loftiest altitudes of pride, extravagance and self-importance. But during times of adversity, he almost always fell to the depths of discouragement. His temper never knew a medium. The sultan was frustrated by complications that entered into his life as a result of the swings in his temperament, but he wasn’t sure how to pinpoint the problem, and much less to remedy it.

One day, news came to this sultan of a ruler in a nearby kingdom who was said to have boundless wisdom: Solomon, king of Israel.

Accounts of Solomon’s bewildering wisdom made the sultan eager to seek his counsel. He traveled to Jerusalem and was granted an audience with the king. He explained his erratic nature and provided Solomon with examples of the wide oscillations in his mood.

Solomon listened.

“Return to me in one month’s time. I’ll be able to help you then.”

The sultan went back to his palace, feeling elated, proud and immortal. After the prescribed duration had passed, he returned to Jerusalem and entered Solomon’s court. The king handed him a small box and told him to open it. Inside was a ring with this Hebrew phrase etched onto its surface: Gam zeh ya’avor, or This too shall pass.

“This proverb will serve as a constant reminder that all material conditions, positive or negative, are temporary,” Solomon said. “Wear it, remember it, and live by it.”

Some have attributed the well-known proverb, not to Solomon, but to medieval Persian Sufi poets, early Turkish writers or others. The account of King Solomon and the sultan isn’t recorded in the Holy Bible, but only passed down by Jewish oral tradition, so it isn’t possible to dogmatically say the Israelite king was its author. However, in his book This Too Shall Pass, Avi Solomon points to discoveries of ancient rings and amulets bearing the Hebrew version of the phrase as substantiation of the Jewish claims. Still, some versions of the Jewish account depict Solomon not as authoring the proverb, but as receiving it from another.

Regardless of the phrase’s origins, its wisdom and value are beyond debate. It is not just applicable to the wildly intemperate sultan in the account, but to every person alive. Abraham Lincoln once praised the succinct brilliance of the proverb, saying, “How much it expresses! How chastening in the hour of pride! How consoling in the depths of affliction.”

Consolation in the Depths of Affliction

When a person is in the middle of a trial, there is a tendency to think it will last indefinitely. We have a nearly impossible time occupying a certain moment—especially an emotionally difficult moment—and conceiving of a future in which we feel differently than we do at that moment. Yet, every one of us can reflect back on trials that seemed hopelessly dark at one point, but eventually mellowed, softened and brightened up. Time goes on, winter gives way to spring, and as King Solomon definitely said,  “the sun also rises” (Ecclesiastes 1:5, American King James translation).

If we can remember that adversity will pass, we can weather life’s storms in a way that speeds and facilitates our growth.

But what about profoundly traumatizing events? Does the sun also rise on these? Will the “this” pass even when it involves soul-grinding suffering?

In his book Stumbling on Happiness, Daniel Gilbert says that even in the most extreme trials we generally bounce back. “Rather than being the fragile flowers that a century of psychologists have made us out to be, most people are surprisingly resilient in the face of trauma,” he wrote.

Gilbert cites studies that tracked people who’d suffered the loss of loved ones or had been paralyzed from the waist down in accidents. The researchers discovered that after just one year passes, almost all people—whether they had permanently lost use of their legs or a loved one—return to their baseline pre-loss levels of happiness. “Although more than half the people in the United States will experience a trauma, such as rape, physical assault, or natural disaster in their lifetimes, only a small fraction will ever develop any post-traumatic pathology.”

This doesn’t mean the suffering from all traumas and tribulations always completely dissipates. The scarring from some experiences is deep, and may leave us with long-term vulnerabilities. But in most cases, we are tougher than we think, and we have some say in how long and to what degree we remain injured.

In the first century, some members of the Church in Corinth believed their trials were abnormal and were more than they could stand. The Apostle Paul wrote to them, “There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not [allow] you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it” (1 Corinthians 10:13).

Man has an astonishing capacity for resiliency. In the thick of a trial, we often feel like it’s more than we can bear. But relying on God for help means we can bear and escape it, and build godly character in the process. When suffering comes, we should strive to understand its depth and learn from it. When the time is right, we should let it pass like water flowing over a rock.

Caution: Conquests, Too, Will Pass

As tough as it can be to remember, during the throes of hardship, that it will pass, it’s usually even harder to keep in mind that times of abundance are subject to change.

In his letter to the Galatians, the Apostle Paul lists nine character traits that every follower of Christ must strive to embody and display. Among these is temperance (Galatians 5:22-23). Merriam-Webster’s defines temperance as “moderation in action, thought or feeling.”

We can be joyous when conquests come our way. In fact, joy is a godly trait that Paul lists in that same letter. But we should remain grounded in gratitude toward God, and wary of riding an emotional high.

One of the studies that Dr. Gilbert cited in his book tracked happiness levels of people who won the lottery. Unsurprisingly, there’s a big surge in the levels of happiness the winners report in the months just after the fortune befalls them. But the elation is short lived. In fact, after one year passes, the data shows that the lottery winners and the paralyzed people were equally happy with their lives.

People often allow times of prosperity to inflate their egos and fill them with hubris. This stifles growth, and may compel a person to burn interpersonal bridges, or to take the prosperity for granted.

Remaining mindful of the impermanence of prosperous physical circumstances doesn’t mean we should limit our exposure to life, like some kind of monk or stoic. We can drink deeply from the wells of life, but must remember that times of prosperity are not guaranteed to last. That will help us to avoid arrogance and extravagance—and the suffering that comes with them.

This Shall NOT Pass

King Solomon said when a person’s life ends, he “shall take nothing of his labor, which he may carry away in his hand” (Ecclesiastes 5:15). You might make arrangements for all of the material things you’ve collected to be crammed into your coffin when you die, but it won’t matter. Only one thing will remain after this life ends.

“[T]he spirit shall return unto God who gave it” (Ecclesiastes 12:7). This verse describes the spirit in man, which is the depository of memory and character. (You can learn more about this spirit from our free booklet What Science Can’t Discover About the Human Mind.) When someone dies, this spirit returns to God, who keeps it “on file” until the time of judgment described in Revelation 20:12-15 and other passages.

The only thing that remains after death is the character a person built during life.

How is that character built? In the way the person responds to all experiences, both high and low, in this life.

If a person built righteous character with God’s help, it will never pass.

The Bible foretells a time when sorrow, pain and even death will pass (e.g. Revelation 21:4; 20:14). The entire surface of the Earth, and all the material things of this physical life, will pass away and be replaced by a “new earth” (Matthew 24:35; Revelation 21:1; Psalm 102:25-26).

Life is experience. It is rife with victories and disappointments, prosperity and trials. We can allow them to shove us all over the emotional spectrum, letting prosperity rush us into extravagance, and allowing adversity to hurry us into grief. Or we can view our experiences with a wider view, remembering that this physical life is so fleeting, and that the only thing that will never pass is godly character. With this truth firmly in mind, we can learn to temper our reactions. We can learn to speed our development of temperance and other traits of godly character. We can learn that this too shall pass.

The Great Guthrie Shipwreck of 2012

May 29, 2012

Laskey, Tonya, Gabrielle & I took my sailboat out on Lake Guthrie yesterday for the craft’s maiden voyage. As a hat tip to the company present, the boat’s name (just for the day) was “The Beautiful Ton-Rielle.”

As you can see from this video, our first launch attempt was a smashing success:

As the boat was capsizing, I heard the bleak words of the Old Testament’s Job groaning bitterly in my head: As for man born of woman, his days are short and fiiiiiiiiilllled with trouble!

In the video you can hear Gabrielle’s deep concern about our maritime misfortunes. The good news is that, after this initial spill, we had an uninterrupted day of blissful, incident-free sailing and fun.

On the way home, to commemorate our adventures and to celebrate our success in having become rugged sailors, we got these tattoos:

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“Gin & Tonic,” the yarest wayfaring damsels this side of the Mississippi

In a burst of creative splendor, Laskey fashioned a pipe out of a mushroom and a chopstick.

Sailor Jerry and Lil’ Skip

I didn't know we were smiling for this one.

Gloria, our server from the China Palace, was so impressed with Laskey’s pipe that she agreed to join us for a few pictures.

After dinner, the skies began contorting and darkening —like a yoga master in a tanning bed. The air was surcharged with ionic energy that we could feel tingling on our palms…. This picture renders just a fraction of the vanilla sky’s fey glory:

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When we got back to my place, we grabbed a guitar, climbed up onto the roof, and watched the electrical storm scorch the firmaments spectacularly. (I was too busy playing “I Love a Rainy Night” to take any pictures of that).

It was a gooooooooooooooooooood Memorial Day.

A Guitar has Moonlight in it

April 9, 2012

Many eloquent guitarists enjoy discussing their instruments as much as they like playing them. I celebrate both the guitar and the art of quotation, and this list combines the two passions. From witty quips to profound insights, here is my collection of quotes on the guitar:

As you read through these, feel free to listen to my classical guitar version of Chopin’s Waltz in Bm.

“Nothing is more beautiful than a guitar, save perhaps two.”
~Fredric Chopin

“I played guitar for ten years before I realized it wasn’t a weapon.” ~Pete Townshend

“The guitar’s most special quality is its ability to shape the dying away of a sound into silence.” ~John Williams

Sometimes you want to give up the guitar, you’ll hate the guitar. But if you stick with it, you’ll be rewarded.” ~Jimi Hendrix

“The guitar, by its very nature, the nature of its sound, by the soft nuance of its powerful and ancient voice, by the magic of the tone, goes directly to the part of oneself where love is felt.” ~Pepe Romero

“The guitar is your first wings. It’s assigned and designed to unfold your vision and imagination.” ~Carlos Santana

“I don’t have any limits, or feel any limits in the guitar. I consider it a small orchestra, and almost perfect. … The guitar has all the colors, and the polyphony, and many, many things — except powerful sound.” ~Leo Brower

“The guitar is a miniature orchestra in itself.” ~Ludwig Vaughn Beethoven

“I love guitar; it plays my heart-strings.” ~Carolyn Burns

“The guitar is a wonderful instrument which is understood by few.” ~Franz Schubert

“The [guitar is the] instrument most complete and richest in its harmonic and polyphonic possibilities.” ~Manuel de Falla

“I love the guitar for its harmony; it is my constant companion in all my travels.” ~Nicolo Paganini

“Yes, we three were so happy, my wife, my guitar, and me!”
~Big Bill Broonzy

“A guitar has moonlight in it.” ~James M. Cain

“Electric guitars are an abomination, whoever heard of an electric violin? An electric cello? Or for that matter an electric singer?”
~Andres Segovia (before the days of the Piano Guys or Auto-Tune)

“The turning point in the history of western civilization was reached with the invention of the electric guitar.” ~Lene Sinclair

“Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark, what discord follows!” ~William Shakespeare

“The harmonious efforts which our guitarists produce unconsciously represent one of the marvels of natural art.” ~Manuel de Falla

“If a lute player lives to be 100, he spends 99 years tuning and one year playing.” ~Unknown

“The guitar… is like a lady, but one to whom the saying “look at me but do not touch me” does not apply.” ~Gaspar Sanz

“One must make of one’s fingers well drilled soldiers.” ~Fernando Sor

“To play the guitar well is easy, to play the guitar poorly is difficult.” ~Pepe Romero

”I can’t play guitar, but I can sure make it howl.” ~ John Lennon

“Playing guitar is like telling the truth.” ~B.B. King

“My Guitar is not a thing. It is an extension of myself. It is who I am.” ~Joan Jett

“You should only play pieces that you’re willing to marry.” ~Pepe Romero

“I don’t know, with a piano, in a sense you’re stuck with the sound of the piano so you can only do things which use that sound. Anyway, I never cease to be amazed by what you can say with the guitar.” ~John Williams

“The pleasure of playing a fine guitar will long outlive the pain of the initial price.” ~Ray Fair

“When it is possible that people don’t understand my English, I take my guitar and speak with my music!” ~Celedonio Romero

Also, I occasionally post things for my guitar students here, if you have a hankering to take a gander.

In Praise of the Slow Read

January 9, 2012

The Art of Slow Reading

A friend recently lent me a book, and three pages in, I realized that the author tackled paramount topics with brilliant analysis and language. So I closed it, and returned it to my friend the following day.

I didn’t abandon the book because I didn’t want to read it, but because I wanted to slow read it.

I wanted to pore over the book for months, scribbling thoughts into its margins, dog-earring its pages, plastering the book with post-its where the scribbles spill its margins’ banks, and letting my tears crinkle the paper under its most insightful paragraphs.

Here are a few pages from my copy of Steinbeck’s masterful East of Eden, which I recently slow-read:

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I was confident that my friend didn’t want to have his book returned to him in the summer of 2014, looking like the paperback equivalent of Lindsey Lohan. So I gave it back to him, and bought my own copy to do with whatsoever I see fit.

I bring it up because recent studies show that the desire and ability to slow read are going the way of the dodo. Why so rare?

In The Shallows, tech guru Nicholas Carr blames our online habits for damaging our ability to process and comprehend what we read. Nonstop news feeds leave us hyperlinking from article to article; our reading sessions are frequently interrupted by the chime of a text or an email; and we scan splashes of words on Facebook and Twitter more often than we read longer texts. While books focus us and encourage creative/profound thinking, the Internet promotes a distracted sampling of knowledge morsels from an array of buffets. It lavishes us with bounties of factoids, but cripples our capacity to reflect and synthesize these facts into a coherent bigger picture.

The world is in the throes of an information revolution, and slow-reading’s neck is under the guillotine.

To understand the sea change underway in our methods of gathering and synthesizing information, compare the approach of a 10th grade student a decade or two ago to that of a 10th grader today in the following scenario: His humanities teacher assigns him a 3-minute oral presentation, due the following day, about Sherpas, which he has never heard of before.

In 1995, a student would…

… Go to a library, check out two books from the eight available about Sherpas, and read the books, thereby forming a knowledge base of all things Sherpan. The following day, he would tell his class about the expert mountaineers of Nepal’s high-altitude regions, and a little about their language, culture and accomplishments.

In 2011, he would…

(feel free to fast read this section)

… Slip in his iPod earbuds, and put Chris Brown’s “Look At Me Now” (feat. Lil Wayne & Busta Rhymes) on repeat. He would open his laptop, set his Facebook and Gchat statuses to “hOmEwOrK $Ucks,” and conduct a Google search for “sherpa.” As he would turn on the TV beside his computer, he’d feel his phone vibrate in his pocket, and retrieve it to see that “Hot Catherine” (a name she would have entered into his phone herself) had texted “heyyy what u doin???” He would set his phone down, return his focus to his laptop monitor, and click on the first of Google’s 24,900,000 hits for sherpa-related information: Wikipedia.

He’d take up his phone and type a response to Catherine: “stupid homework for Mrs Kilpatrick. u?” He would see that his Twitter tab announced 412 unread tweets, and spend the next 30 minutes alternately scrolling through them and texting Catherine, mostly about her new highlights, and the last Glee episode.

She would end the conversation with a “luv ya! <3,” and, despite her casual spelling, he would perceive the statement as an auspicious milestone in their quickly warming friendship. He would return to the Wikipedia article, and skim four lines before hearing the Gchat chime, which would prompt him switch to the tab supporting that page where he would see that SpiderMonkeyNinja98 had said: “wHat uP cHochY???”

For the next 52 minutes, our student would swap Youtube links and advice about World of Warcraft with SpiderMonkeyNinja98, and then set his Gchat status to “invisible” to reduce the likelihood of further interruptions. He would then remove his earbuds and listen to the Giants/Brewers game on his TV as he scanned the status messages of everyone in his chat list. He would notice that, 30 minutes earlier, Catherine had set her status to “texting the sweetest guy <3 <3 <3″ and his heart would leap inside his ribcage deliciously.

He would then notice that 118 new tweets had accumulated, but resist the temptation to browse through them, instead returning to the Sherpa article. He would resume skimming it until he saw a link to “Mt. Everest,” which he would realize he’d wanted to know more about since the previous summer when his cousin Gary had told him it was “B.A.”.

He would click on the Everest link, and scan two paragraphs before seeing a hyperlink to another article called “death zone,” which he would promptly click on in hopes of slaking his burgeoning thirst for disturbing images.

By the time he opened the “Death Zone” article, he would be skimming so rapidly that he would mistake the word “Hemoglobin” for the name of a Spider-man villain, and click on the link to that article because he wouldn’t yet have outgrown his passion for the Marvel Comics universe.

His evening would continue in this vein until 2:30 AM when he would stumble into bed. The speech he would deliver to his class the next morning would be so incoherent and utterly devoid of any Sherpan information, that it would ….well, it would sound like the speeches of many of his classmates who had taken similar research approaches.

This isn’t intended to be an anti-tech diatribe, but the example illustrates how our study skills are disintegrating. Our attention spans and deep thinking abilities are sacrificed on the altar of connectivity.

But technology isn’t the lone culprit.

Life is Too Short To Read Good Books

You could toss your cell, iPod and laptop into a river, and barricade yourself inside a candle-lit library, and still be besieged by concentration problems.

King Solomon said “Of making many books, there is no end, and much study is a weariness to the flesh.” And he said that before the internet, before Gutenberg’s printing press, and even before the Bible was translated into Klingon.

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In The Art of Thinking, Ernest Dimnet offers some sage advice about how to avoid being wearied by the ceaseless onslaught of available reading material:

“Don’t read good books—life is too short for that—ONLY READ THE BEST. … If you want to be vitalized into the power of thinking real thoughts resolutely leave out whatever is not of the best….Those twenty or thirty volumes will be your library, that is to say, your fountain of thought, your delight … NEVER READ, ALWAYS STUDY.”

Dimnet understood that we are finite creatures with embarrassingly limited learning capacities. Reading through a meaty book only once, especially quickly, does little for our long-term education.

(It is worth noting, however, that if you approach your blender’s instruction manual with the same metaphysical curiosity and philosophical reverence that you afford to Feodor Dostoyevsky, then you’re missing the point. We must differentiate between things we read for our formation, and those we read for our information.)

The Broader Picture

There’s a new fear on the scene called FOMO, or the “fear of missing out,” specifically as pertains to our worry that life will pass us by if we don’t digest thousands of nuggets from the interwebs each day. The 10th grade student from 2011 in the example above suffered from FOMO, but there are some who haven’t allowed it to hinder them, like this guy:

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I believe he was one of Napoleon's generals

Steve Jobs (1955-2011)

The late Steve Jobs was obsessed with perfection, and harnessed it to transform Apple into the most valuable corporation on the globe. A key component of his perfectionism was focus. Shortly after Apple hired him on, Jobs said the company didn’t need more products, but that it needed fewer. He didn’t fear that Apple would miss out on some market opportunity, so he pared down the company’s R&D goals, and labored to perfect those few aims.

We are mortal, finite beings. We have humbling constraints on our time, and we can’t accomplish everything.

So, slow-reading means specializing. It means choosing the best books (for you) and devoting yourself tediously to them. It means stopping to look up any word or reference you don’t understand. It means consulting helps and commentaries, and keeping a detailed notebook of your questions, thoughts, and reactions to what you’re reading. Dimnet said, “To keep no track of what one learns or thinks is as foolish as to till and seed one’s land with great pains, and when the harvest is ripe turn one’s back upon it and think of it no more.”

Slow reading also means repetition. Stories like this one prove that we are capable of absorbing and storing a staggering amount of data, but our brains were designed so that we normally can not access the information we encounter unless we have repeatedly and fastidiously studied it. Slow-reading means becoming intimately familiar with the material so that you have ready access to it.

Slow-reading means quality over quantity, and striving to become perfect.

Slow-reading also means turning your back on the lion’s share of information available to mankind, and committing to a few painfully slender areas to strive to become expert in. For me those areas are finger-style guitar, French and English languages, writing, the rise of Asian powers, endurance athletics, song-writing, proverbs of all kinds, nature, geography, and way too many others, which is why I’m an expert in none.

If you read King Solomon’s most famous admonition in Ecclesiastes 9:11—and read it slowly—the way Steve Jobs, Ernest Dimnet, or King Solomon himself would have, you will discover some text written between the lines:

“Let your hand find only as many things to do as you have time to do with all your might.”

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“I long for eternity because there I shall meet my unwritten poems and my unpainted pictures.” ~Kahlil Gibran.

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How to be a Manly Office Monkey

November 27, 2011

The sedentary nature of office work is sometimes enough to make a virile, white-collar man regret taking the path that led him to become an Assistant Deputy Coordinator of Client Data and Management Information, and to wish he’d instead been a cowboy, or maybe a lumberjack.

But the world is rapidly shrinking, the U.S.’s post-industrial economy is becoming service-oriented, and the average cowboy is barely pulling in $20k a year.

This brave new world has muscled legions of lumberjacks out of the forests and into cubicles, forced them to swap their chainsaws for three-hole punches, and made them watch their barrel-chests atrophy into doughy abdomens scarcely capable of supporting their enfeebled limbs. Observe:

But during my years as an office monkey, I’ve developed a few techniques to slow the inevitable decline into obesity-induced paralysis, and I thought your inner cowboy might like to hear about them.

(1) Winston Churchill

One day, about two years after I’d transitioned from blue to white-collar work, I looked at my hands and noticed that the callouses I’d earned from earlier years of carpentry and steel fabrication had vanished, and given way to soft, womanly palms, better suited for applying facial ointments to sunburned infants than for slinging hammers.

So, I found this 35-lb. slab of asphalt on a roadside, and hauled it into my office:

Winston Churchill (The duct tape is a precautionary measure against a fissure that he has developed)

W.C. is also a quite a good listener.

I originally named him Writing Companion, because I would rotate the rough chunk of road around in my hands as I read/researched for writing projects. Soon, his name was truncated to W.C., and later re-expanded in a mutated form to Winston Churchill (one of my heroes).

I try to rotate Churchill around for at least a few minutes each day, and the activity prevents most people from mistaking me for an Oil of Olay salesman during handshakes. A session with Churchill can also be enough of an upper-body workout to get my heart-rate up… And, speaking of up, point 2 is…

(2) Ascend the Walls

Fitness pundits advise office workers to forgo the rock-star parking spot, to instead park at the far end of the lot —forcing us to take at least two short walks during the day.

I take that advice one step further, and forgo the luxury of stairs to instead climb walls as often as possible:

This kind of activity is pretty anaerobic, but its good for pecks, forearms, and tiny muscles in your fingers that you probably didn’t even know you had. This fitness technique will also lead many of your co-workers to believe you are of Sherpan ancestry, which comes with a whole host of unexpected advantages.

(no further explanation required)

Not all buildings, and not all security crews allow for a man to make such entrances, but the broader point is to take the difficult way on purpose whenever you can.

(3) Micro-Aerobics

Ever since studying percussion for a while in my early teenage years, I’ve been annoying classmates and co-workers by (mostly) subconsciously tapping out rudiments and rhythms with all four limbs.

This is what notation looks like for a standard rock beat.

I hadn’t given much thought to this habit until I read an article published earlier this year in Medicine & Science in Sports & Exercise. Here’s an excerpt:

“Fidgeting at your desk [is] contributing more to your cardiorespiratory fitness than you might think. Researchers have found that both the duration and intensity of incidental physical activities (IPA) are associated with cardiorespiratory fitness.”

So, movement promotes cardio health, even when this movement is generated from incidental activity on a micro-muscular level. Cultivating a healthier  heart at work means that, when you’re not at work, you can do manly things —backing up trailers, brewing beer, surviving bear attacks, mixing concrete, refusing to wear socks with sandals, and collecting maps— with greater efficiency.

I don't know where this was taken, but I fully support the sentiment (Socks with sandals)

Oliver Wendall Holmes said “Stillness and steadiness of features are signal marks of good breeding.” I don’t dispute the integrity of Holmes’s logic, but inactivity doesn’t burn calories. Fidgeting may make you look like an inbred yokel, but you’ll be a cardiovascularly-robust inbred yokel!

Do you have any other fitness tips for the white-collar worker?

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Videography by Alisha Miiller.


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