Tuesday 2/24/26 It may not have looked flashy, but I had a quietly great fitness performance over the weekend. One for the "Whoa, that's the kind of thing he did while he was going through all of that" record/annals. I thought early on Saturday morning that there was a strong chance the Bunker Hill Monument would be closed for the day and it wouldn't be an option to run stairs there. As I mentioned earlier, there was also an skiing/snowboarding event at City Hall, so those st

Tuesday 2/24/26 The people who adopt/almost always default to the "You should get the fuck out of this country because of the objection you voiced" are, ironically, the people who have the least amount of a clue about the democratic tenets on which the country of the United States were built. And as simple as I once would have thought a sentence like the above is, I doubt that any of them could understand that either. But this is as fundamental as it gets. Square one. New sno

Saturday 2/21/26 Multiple nightmares about my ex-wife Molly last night. It's like the trauma--which is actual trauma, because who has that done to them?--is a fixture of me. Tattooed where it counts the most. What makes the waking idea of her harder for me is that there was a time when she showed me kindness, and I bought into that, or the appearance of it, entirely. I became at the mercy of other things later. I'm more prone to romanticize this now, because it's been so long

Friday 2/20/26 Saw some video of Rafael Devers from the Giants' spring training. This guy is eating himself out of his prime. You can't be a professional? You need dessert for dessert? I honestly thought it was Pablo Sandoval at first. Devers has fat man thighs. Which is a different level of out-of-shape than big-gut out-of-shape, though he has that covered, too. Once you get the fat thighs, it's hard to ever go back. He looks like a pork chop armed with a bat in the fight fo