I’m going to run in a marathon, sometime. Should be fun, you know? If I can already run for an hour straight at 8 MPH, then 26 miles would take a little more than 3 hours… that shouldn’t be too hard. I could always run a little bit more slowly if I’m feeling tired. Although I think the body parts that start wearing out over such long distances aren’t the same ones that wear out with larger exertions for short distances or efforts, like lifting weights. Usually it’s the heart or lungs that get tired, or the muscles… but if I can go for at least an hour, then those things are self sustaining. I guess it’ll be other things, like my feet hurting from the repeated impact, or something chafing against something else. Things that don’t regenerate quickly with more energy or rest, but rather need a few days of rest and recuperation to heal. I guess I’ll find out. True runners have to be going at least 10 MPH on average for the entire race to finish in their 2.5 hour times, and I can’t keep up that speed for much more than a mile on a treadmill, but I think 3 hours would be a pretty respectable marathon time for an absolute beginner. Only I’m not wearing those silly short shorts they wear, I don’t care what.

Google language tools’ rendition of Jabberwocky in Spanish. I don’t speak Spanish at the moment, but it’s amusing to read since all of the nonsense words in the poem get included verbatim, and what we end up with is mostly just a Spanish-ized grammatical structure of what’s still pretty recognizable as the original poem.

El brillig de Twas, y los toves slithy
Hizo el gyre y gimble en el wabe:
Todo mimsy eran los borogoves,
Y el outgrabe de los raths del mome.

¡”guárdese del Jabberwock, mi hijo!
¡Las quijadas que muerden, las garras que cogen!
Guárdese del pájaro de Jubjub, y evítelo
El Bandersnatch frumious!”

Él tomó su espada vorpal a disposición:
Tiempo largo el enemigo del manxome que él buscó –
Reclinado tan él por el árbol de Tumtum,
Y estado parado un rato en pensamiento.

Y, como en uffish pensó que él estaba parado,
El Jabberwock, con los ojos de la llama,
Vino whiffling a través de la madera del tulgey,
¡Y burbled como ella vino!

¡Uno, dos! ¡Uno, dos! Y a través y a través
¡La lámina vorpal fue snicker-bocado!
Él la dejó muerta, y con su cabeza
Él fue a galumphing detrás.

¿”y, el thou ha matado el Jabberwock?
¡Venido a mis brazos, mi muchacho del beamish!
¡Día frabjous de O! ¡Callooh! Callay!’
Él chortled en su alegría.

El brillig de Twas del, y los toves slithy
Hizo el gyre y gimble en el wabe;
Todo mimsy eran los borogoves,
Y el outgrabe de los raths del mome.

“I was born on February 22.”
“Oh, you are an Aquarium!”

There’s something to be said for no hours of sleep and partying all weekend!

There’s something to be said for nine hours of sleep, too.

I’m very tired today. There’s something to be said for eight hours of sleep. That’s all I have to say.

Here’s a poem I remember by Willard R. Espy, whom I mentioned a while back.

It’s just one of those random things that enter one’s mind. You know, the random poetry which pops into our heads now and then. Happens to everyone, you know? And this one is about the depression in the upper lip, just below the nose:

I have a little philtrum,
Wherein my spiltrum flows.
When I am feeling illtrum,
And runny at the nose.

Now you won’t forget what that thing is called. And did you know that the white area at the base of the fingernail is called a “lunula” or “lunule”? I had to look up the spelling of that, but I was close.

How often does it happen that I realize I’ve left my phone in the car and that that’s why nobody has called me all evening, though I hadn’t realized it had been so quiet until the immediately prior realization that this phone was not in my vicinity? Pretty often.

I’ll call the prior paragraph: “Adventures in English Grammar, Part the 763rd”.

The weather is hot, but I went to the beach!

It will be very hard indeed to change the world if you have a cynical attitude and are filled with bitterness. Rather, you will push people away and find yourself alone in your mission. The power to make the greatest change comes when people work together. If you find that you are pushing people away, perhaps you need to look at your message, yourself, your situation, your attitudes, and your assumptions. Try to understand people and what motivates them. You may “weep for the world”, but the world certainly doesn’t weep for you.