A Stitch in Time Saves Nine…
… on my busted shorts, the button of which flew off as my belly happily burst forth from its khakhi prison. But like a good Ahab, I have taken aim at the white whale that is my stomach. I have begun Bikram Yoga (spelling?) which involves a great deal of steam, high temperatures, funny breathing, and unnatural exertion. Perhaps the oddest part of yoga schtick is the choice of terminology. Samstay… chimichanga… naimiste…up dog? I have no idea how to spell this jibberish, but I remain suspicious. I think it involves L. Ron Hubbard and they just haven’t told us yet.
Thanks to the cleverness of Mr. Crawford, jack-of-all-worthwhile-trades, we now have a web presence on a site that is more easily modified, customized, and otherwise improved. I am quite happy with the new site, and I look forward to further postings… and results in my own weight loss regimen.
H.
Holland, do you know what happened to Ahab?
Comment on August 17, 2005 @ 9:23 pm
Yes, I remember from reading Moby Dick all the way back in tenth grade. The way I see it, he lost his ship, his life, and all but one of his crew… but did we ever see the whale again? It “sounded” so deeply that it took the ship down. Melville doesn’t say that the whale survived. Despite the decidely hopeless ending (nailing the dove to the sinking mast, etc.), I say Ahab got his whale. And Ishmael alone survived to tell the tale. Call the hidden six-pack underneath my belly Ishmael. It will survive to tell the tale of the Hollando Diet.
Comment on August 27, 2005 @ 3:36 pm
Addendum: I may be wrong. I think the whale rammed the Pequod first and then pulled the ship down, but I’ve forgotten. Actually, I think the true story on which the ending was based involved a group of castaways who survived the ramming of their ship by an angry sperm whale. Didn’t they resort to canabalism? Perhaps that’s the metaphor’s analogue to my body metabolising its own fat?
Random: does this site have a spellchecker?
Comment on August 27, 2005 @ 3:43 pm