It’s mushroom time and while I like mushrooms how people can just walk into the forest and forage for them is beyond me. Because that shit is fucking dangerous. Just look up what happened to the guy who wrote the Horse Whisperer. I kid you not. And then there’s this, too:
The toxins in the death cap mushroom make themselves known within 24 hours, as the body is racked with abdominal cramping, vomiting and diarrhoea. After a day or so, the symptoms die down and the sufferer recovers, gets up from his bed and thanks God for His mercy. But he has not been saved. Silently, secretly, the poison is invading his body, shutting down his internal organs, wreaking irrevocable damage upon his liver and kidneys. Jaundice will follow, then seizures. Within two weeks, he will be dead. There is no antidote.
Not great. Anyway, it’s surprisingly cold here already and last week we had our first hard frost — so I guess I won’t be really warm again until next April. Maybe that also means that the fall storms are already over and our power will stay on. Which is good, because I still haven’t out anything resembling a go-bag together, even if there are plenty of lists and tested gear options available.
It being this cold though makes going to bed a lot cozier because let’s face it, you can always add more layers to reach the perfect temperature. Not so in the summertime. And while I sleep like a rock, apparently it’s not that recent a thing for bonded humans to share a bed and while I remember in the very beginning not being able to sleep because I the other person’s breathing would keep me up I’ve gotten over that a long long time ago. And if that doesn’t help, the bitter bitter craft beers will.
I was actually thinking about one more thing — the fall of the Berlin Wall, which just had it’s 25th anniversary and the Germans did a very cool light installation that night. I’ve lived in Berlin most of my live, aside from my entire high school years, which were spent in the mountains in the south of Germany, but that’s another story. After which I moved back to Berlin again and stayed there until moving to the US. When the wall came down I was 11 years old, so I was old enough to remember the whole thing. Maybe not old enough to clearly understand the implications, but I got that it was a big deal and driving or walking into the Eastern Part — I was a Wessie — the difference was striking. The smell of the coal ovens, everything falling apart, Trabants and Wartburgs everywhere…shortly after that I was sent to the south of Germany and spent my teenage year there, so I wasn’t really in Berlin as things changed in the ‘wild 1990s’…
One of the perks of living in the Pacific Northwest, haha!
As in every fall and winter I’m kinda sick and kinda not and woke up with the sniffles today, so that’s fun. I also tried some Four Loco last Friday and shit, that stuff is absolutely disgusting. It’s also been a week of not going to the gym in order to give my shoulder a rest. I’m doing my exercises and the PT things it’s both an irritated AC joint issue and a frayed joint capsule (I have no idea if I’m phrasing this right, but hey, I’m not a doctor), none of which is the end of the world, but it’s an injury that needs to heal.
It’s tough not going to the gym though.
And one thing I really hate about going to a doctor in the US is that they never give you a straight answer or suggestion. It’s all vague and indirect because I guess they are afraid to get sued BUT I PREFER SOME EUROPEAN DIRECTNESS!!! If I’m not supposed to do something, fucking tell me. Don’t say, “Well, it’s your decision if you want to do XYZ…” — NO!
Speaking of working out, this article on strongmen is a nice little read for the weekend. This is very far from anything I’d attempt or would want to do, but it’s pretty neat.
After listening to The Last Round interview with Mike Tyson I started reading his autobiography and both are worth it, even if you are not a boxing fan (which I’m not). Tyson was such a presence when I was younger there was no way you could not know his name. Which is crazy, if you think about it.
If you like comics and things like that, there’s a long long profile of Frank Miller on Grantland. And speaking of comics, thanks to @spinetree lending me his tablet (which for some reason refuses to charge when I plug it in), I’m finally reading The Walking Dead and let me tell ya — the comic is so much better and faster paced than the TV show. Completely different animals, those two.
Oh, and before I forget, Black Light Ascension‘s new album came out and it’s rad and you should get it.