“I think it’s terribly dangerous for an artist to fulfill other people’s expectations. If you feel safe in the area that you’re working in, you’re not working in the right area. Always go a little further into the water than you feel you’re capable of being. Go a little bit out of your depth and when you don’t feel your feet are quite touching the bottom, you’re just about in the right place to do something exciting.”
— David Bowie
lab experiment, updated
I did not pass out along the road, but did come home to a screaming CGM alarm. Finished the second writing block after the run, wrapped up the day by lunch. That I let fear hold me back from making this revelatory change to my day (the running time had become the equivalent of “Uncle Ben stays dead” in Spider-Man comics to my day) is a head shaker. But here I am, and I’ve not intention of going back. I’ll figure out the insulin needs as I need to figure them out. Beyond worth it.
my body is a lab experiment
36ºF, sunny skies. Trying something new today: the first change to the timing of my workout (30 minutes of yoga, 3k on a rower, 5k running) for the first time in ten years - and definitely the first since my pancreas switched to manual transmission five years ago. I've grown bored with the routine and I'm tired of my life being dictated by this fucking disease so it's time for something new, different, like the X-Men, circa 1975.
The plan: up at 0445, 15 yoga at waking, work 'til 0715, eat breakfast, write this, let digestion do it's thing, then do the running and the rowing, then back to work until 1145, eat lunch, do the day, then another 15 of yoga after dinner.
In theory, putting this run in the middle of the morning should – assuming blood sugar allows – let me contemplate what I've written in the first, pre-breakfast chunk, figure things out (select a single problem to work out while running), then return with a fresh brain and my manic energy more or less dissipated until lunch. This optimistic outlook depends, however, entirely on my body's capacity to handle the change and what it spells for the rest of the day and my blood sugar management. Still, though, I'm tired of my life being dictated by this fucking disease. So 🖕to you, T1D.
(All, in theory; my body is a lab experiment.)
To figure out: what will be the impact on blood sugar and what will be the impact on insulin requirements? My best guess: less at breakfast since I'll now be running when the insulin is active inside me (nears its peak at +/- 90 after injection) rather than after it's on its downward slope of effectiveness. As for the rest of the day, have to wait and see.
Assuming I don't pass out somewhere along the road, will report findings back, if only to myself.
Ornette Coleman playing Guitar Hero (via @normalcomposers)
”The wisdom of the journeyman is to work one day at a time and he always said that any job even if it took years was made up out of a day’s work. Nothing more. Nothing less… In the concept of a day’s work is rhythm and pace and wholeness.”
— Cormac McCarthy, THE STONEMASON
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Rear Window board game, based on the classic film, sounds amazing | Polygon
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Often feel caught in a glitch – though Caillard's works are far more beautiful than my glitch-face: Glitches Distort Art Historical Figures in Abstracted Marble Sculptures by Léo Caillard | Colossal
I kind of want a new guitar now: Hot Wheels and Fender create line of diecast model-inspired guitars | Autoblog
While I'm generally loath to recommend any of the current Substackian throng of comics writers newsletters (though I subscribe - free - to a number of them to see what they're doing with the form) as the quality ranges anywhere from moderately interesting to borderline unreadable, Jeff Lemire's Tales from the Farm is, nonetheless, an outlier: it's consistently fantastic, one of the rare ones that I genuinely look forward to. In the latest, he provides a great look at how he writes and draws so many books – and I also learned that I've been mispronouncing his last name oops.
Spectra #1 | magCulture
Rent-a-stranger: This Japanese man makes a living showing up and doing nothing | The Washington Post
