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    Just like that.

    Did another almost-five-miler today, but it was rather rough on the return trip, and I had to walk a little to keep my lungs from doing seriously bad things. But I did it. As an estimator of distance (and to confirm my labelling my runs five-milers), I noticed the quarter-mile markers today. In one direction, I run from marker 16 to some distance past marker 7, but not quite to 6, meaning it is in fact over 2.25 miles at the halfway mark. Meaning I can legitimately keep calling them five-milers. I mean, what’s a tenth of a mile when you’re doing five, right? I jest. But I’m still not…

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    So, I’m a Jedi Knight apprentice, apparently

    An eight-hour night of sleep has done wonders for me. There’s a certain… distance or barrier, like a thick pane of glass, between my current emotions and my angst of yesterday. Just yesterday evening at dinner, I couldn’t talk about anything related to my state of mind without fighting tears. Bleh. This morning, though, I felt a lot better; I don’t know that anything is “fixed”, per se, but I’ve danced back from the precipice I was inching towards. What this has to do with me being a padawan, I don’t know. Then again, maybe it’s more related than I think.

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    I am such a punk.

    How am I going to break down and blow up at Bob tonight, followed by almost a half-hour of uncontrolled crying? It rendered me useless for a good hour, and I still cried even while I worked on Comp. Arch. before starting the Thorn. The problem? There ain’t one. There is absolutely nothing fucking wrong with me other than a little fatigue that I can’t even justify in terms of sleep or stress. So my schedule is busy. It’s not undoable. Hell, I’m doing it. So my research is taking a lot more of my weekday time than I planned on. We all know that life is what happens while…

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    Why do I feel as though I have no real right to speak up? Do I actually have anything to say?

    After all, I didn’t know him, really. I read what he wrote. I thought when he wrote. My little world expanded when he wrote. Over the past year and a half, his writing introduced me to political and social issues I may never have heard of otherwise, much less pondered. He introduced me to Ani DiFranco’s music. He was quick to respond to my e-mailed request for (socio)linguistics authors to start fanning my blooming curiosity about the field. His passion for recognizing and pointing out social injustices piqued my interest and helped me step out of my computer-geek-bookworm-anti-social box into a more world-conscious box. I never met him in person.…

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    It’s about damn time

    “Physical Activity Better Predictor of Heart Disease Risk Than Obesity Is“. I’m very much of the opinion that it’s good for these things to become more popular knowledge. It might kill some of the prejudice hanging around that weight is the only (or most important) indicator of health, that skinny people won’t have heart attacks, etc. One thing that’s interesting is that the study uses self-reported values of activity, meaning that, more than likely, those are somewhat inflated. The correlation still exists, of course, but we all know people tend not to want to be seen as completely sedentary in our “health-conscious” (for all that gets us) society…