Adventures in Onionism

My pages from the books placed at EBM a few weeks ago. Such a fun run. I'm cleaning and packing to move across town. MUCH nicer place, smaller room but bigger house, no views but equally close to parks and off-leash places for George.

I'm back from a week of working remotely in Florida. Other than the fact that gf was sick practically the whole time and I dropped and cracked the screen of my phone, it was great. Perfect weather and the bugs weren't that bad. I mean, I did find seven ticks embedded in me, but stuff happens. Basically, if it's not summer, you wear a mosquito headnet, travel by kayak or canoe, and find a place without many people, Florida isn't so bad. Getting to work Remind me why I became an economist? Mangroves moving north with climate change "They're all dead. Let's go home." Bushwhacking for Science

Woohoo! I ran the Euchre Bar Massacre 50-miler yesterday. In its second year, the Massacre is a fat ass (a low key fun run) in the North Fork of the American River. I've been told about the North Fork before, but it hadn't really registered. Now I understand, and I will definitely be going back. The race is in the Barkley style--off trail, a ridiculous amount of steep climbing, minimal aid stations, and books placed in the woods. You rip your bib number's page out of the book as you go along to prove that you covered the ground you were supposed to. The organizer asked us not to share the directions or map with those not involved, so I'll only post this elevation profile. Look at it! A thing of beauty. By my Garmin: 18,820 feet of climbing in 46 miles, or slightly steeper than Hardrock. The entire race is probably closer to 60 miles, but unfortunately I did not finish. The race is best thought of in terms of hills, of which there are 8. There were only two cutoff...

Unfortunately, I haven't read many books in the last few years. I blame the Internet. But I still run while listening to audiobooks, and also force audiobooks on friends and loved ones on roadtrips, so it's not a total loss. Walter Isaacson writes great biographies. The one about Einstein is awesome, and so is the one about Steve Jobs . If you're even lazier than me, all you need to know is both were geniuses, but Einstein was a mensch, and Jobs was a prick. (OK, Einstein wasn't perfect, his major flaw was poor treatment of his wife and children, but he was miles ahead of his time when thinking about care for the human race as a whole.) Also, Wild, by Cheryl Strayed . I can't hold it against anyone who hikes the PCT because of this book, since I hiked the AT in part due to Bill Bryson's  A Walk in the Woods . I got a little teary eyed listening to this book, when things like Meadow Ed's trail magic at Kennedy Meadowns got mentioned. But just because it ...