I'm On The South Beach Diet
I have made some changes in my life. Perhaps the biggest is going on the South Beach Diet. Paunch disappearing.
This action falls within a broader personal agenda that involves grafting the personal discipline I devote to my work, to my physicality. Tired of being looked at by people who are straining to say I should lose some weight, but decline to say this because they fear it will hurt my feelings.
But someone did point out this issue some weeks back, and I decided, fuck it man, I don't want to be pitied. I want to get fit. So now, I am on my way.
This is the day Ronald Reagan left his body.
Didn't vote for him, never would have. He was personally affable, and even likeable, but not if you were poor and needed a hand, was a woman who became pregnant and soon regretted it, was an air traffic controller who wanted the respect due him or her by the government, was a California redwood relying on protection, was an emphysema suffer living downwind of a coal fired plant, was a Nicaraguan nun about to be shot by the members of a junta whose clandestine funding was approved by Reagan's appointees.
And, he helped promote a movement of the selfish, toward near if not total dominance of our economic, political and social fabric.
If any good comes from his passing, may Nancy Reagan's plea for stem cell research be heeded. And, condolences to his family.