During this morning’s procrastination blog reading, I ran across one blogger’s description of the cluttery, crafty, Christmasy mess that filled her home over the weekend. Then I looked around our place, and this is what I saw:
For almost two years, I’ve been reading what I call the house blogs: People blogging about fixing up their houses. There are all kinds of them, and they overlap with some other categories–DIY decoration blogs, craft blogs, lifestyle blogs that feature a lot of DIY projects. I started reading them because I was fixing up(…)
Disclaimer: I am sometimes snarky. Often times snobbish. It’s a character defect for sure. It’s also part of who I am. I’m guessing that some of that will come across in this post. I want to be true to who I am, but I also don’t really mean to offend anyone. My intent is to(…)
In high school, I was a cheerleader. I tend not to share that too much these days (mostly because I don’t much appreciate the snorts of laughter that usually follow my revelation), but I’m sharing it here because it’s relevant to today’s post topic: clothing. One of the main attractions of cheerleading for me was(…)
In case you were wondering, Cane isn’t an evolutionary biologist, a neurologist, a psychologist, or any kind of -ist that makes him an authority on why we behave as we do. So, his post on exercise is just a layman’s attempt to make some sense of widespread behavior, using common knowledge of evolution, sports, and(…)
I’ll admit it. I’m allergic to exercise. I actually think everyone is. My theory is that it’s evolutionary; we haven’t evolved to be good at exercise because we haven’t been doing it long enough.