Leave it alone for too long and it loses its form. It becomes emaciated, or shapeless, or blobbish. This is not ideal. Absolutely not recommended.
But spend too much time on it and it can cause an obsession that leads to grotesque outcomes. Overdone. Too far. Hard to watch.
What I'm trying to say is, exercise is great for everyone. Except you, extreme body builders. It's too much. Bring it down a thousand notches.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Monday, March 31, 2014
Naval Gazing vs. Navel Gazing
- Look, Bobby! Look at the magnificent ships as they pass by in the bay!
- Look, Bobby; becoming a successful adult requires the subtle skill of criticizing yourself more harshly than any other being on the planet could hope to achieve. It's an exercise in self-hate, really. Try it a little each day until you've mastered it.
- Look, Bobby! Study the lint in it's natural habitat--my belly button! Isn't it just fascinating?!
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Ah, the obligatory, apologetic exposition regarding an unintended sabbatical post.
This little blog home is more than a bit dusty at the moment, sadly, and surely seems likely to continue as such. At least until June.
Working a great deal between two different, beloved jobs (and still managing to feed and occasionally bathe children) while adjusting to the husband's new and even more rigorous schedule, all simultaneously concurring with longer writing projects at hand, have meant a loss of attention to the Harkness.
Never fear, I'll make certain the place is thoroughly (and a bit more regularly) swept, for the allergy prone.