Saturday, January 15, 2011

Monday, January 10, 2011

Careful of the neck, it may break

Abstract:

Objective To investigate the risks of mild traumatic brain injury and
neck injury associated with head banging, a popular dance form
accompanying heavy metal music.

Design Observational studies, focus group, and biomechanical analysis.

Participants
Head bangers.

Main outcome
measures Head Injury Criterion and Neck Injury Criterion
were derived for head banging styles and both popular heavy metal
songs and easy listening music controls.

Results: An average head banging song has a tempo of about 146 beats
per minute, which is predicted to cause mild head injury when the
range of motion is greater than 75°. At higher tempos and greater
ranges of motion there is a risk of neck injury.

Conclusion: To minimise the risk of head and neck injury, head bangers
should decrease their range of head and neck motion, head bang to
slower tempo songs by replacing heavy metal with adult oriented rock,
only head bang to every second beat, or use personal protective
equipment.

The full report can be read here: http://www.bmj.com/content/337/bmj.a2825.full?view=long&pmid=19091761#ref-20

This LP just came today and turned my shit upside down:

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Fuck invitations

I really don't like handles on mugs. I think handles are meant to be inviting. I think that's why they have them. Mugs that is. Screw invitation. I don't need an invitation to warm my hands. My hands are cold and I want to fully cradle that hot mug. One hand is always fighting with the handle. Sure I could turn the handle away, but then you get the "third wheel" situation, and nobody likes a third wheel. Plus when I use a handle my pinky always comes up showing how pretentious I am. Got to keep that shit under wraps.

(This came shortly after I broke the handle off my favorite mug)

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Having a bad day?

Well this little dude just wrecked the shit out of that plan...

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Watership down

Lots of rabbits out last night. Shared footprints in the first snow fall. Whimsical is all that comes to mind, both in physical description and feeling.

Today was top notch. Spent the morning trapped in my house with a french press and hundreds of vinyl records. The snow prevented me from driving to work, which was fine by me.

For lunch I steamed the largest golden beet I have ever seen. I was a bit disappointed to see it go, but that passed as soon as I ate it. I love beets. Especially sour beets. Love. Furthermore makes a Belgian beer out of fermented golden beets: Thermal Reefer. Top notch.

After lunch I went to Eyeopia to look at glasses. Eyeopia is this tiny local glasses boutique a few blocks away. So I laced up the boots and trudged out. Most amazing glasses experience I've ever had. They sit you down and pick out 20 or so glasses that they like on you while you drink hot cider. Then you look at what they picked out in the mirror and narrow it down. They even get other customers involved. Once you narrow it down, you can get your picture taken with the glasses on. They won't let you buy anything that day, though. You have to think about it for a week or so. Brilliant.

Came home and did two hours of yoga in an empty apartment. Perfect. Been doing a lot of yoga lately. It's really helped to clear my mind and has increased my flexibility tremendously. I've been far less achy in the mornings and have a lot more energy too. Then I ate a bunch of Kale with a bit of sea salt and washed it down with a hearty glass of kombucha (and a shot of bourbon). Add to that the Imperial stout I just had and things are shaping up to be a perfect evening.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Shaving

I moved the Battle of Antietam into 2nd place for bloodiest single-day battle fought on American soil after shaving this morning. Fuck I hate shaving.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

December 1st

So here it is, December.
Haven't talked to her in over a month.
She said this would be the soonest she'd talk to me, December.
Kinda weird not talking to someone,
Someone you spent close quarters with for two years.

I'm not going to call her.
Made some bread tonight,
I think tonight was a fine night.
Here's to the rest of December.