One Day, Wasted

DeFrosted Mini-Wheats
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One Day, Wasted

Here's a photo of the Kellogg's Frosted Mini-Wheats selection at the local Walgreen's. Dave and I were going to buy a box during our post-yoga junk-food grab last night, but we returned the box to the shelf when the ingredients list revealed the presence of gelatin, the bane of junk-food-loving vegetarians everywhere.

Far Too Much

It took me far too much brainpower to write that last paragraph. And it's not, let's face it, a great paragraph. I think The Brain, despite the recent spate of Everest reading, is shriveling. (Did you know that the Brits spell that "shrivelling"? That looks funny. Silly Brits.) I was reading last night about this mountain climber who was such a math nerd that he used to climb mountains with a calculus textbook so that when he had to camp overnight, he could solve some equations. How dedicated is that guy to the cultivation of his brain? I say very dedicated.

Me? Recently, I've been feeding The Brain a steady diet of random internet blogs, books about Mt. Everest, and episodes of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. Naturally, The Brain recoiled when I suggested, after reading about that mountain climber, that we dust off the old calculus textbook and see how much we remembered about limits and the like. Turns out The Brain didn't really like limits all that much and the only thing that made derivatives fun was watching my Russian calculus instructor inform us that we were going to learn how to torture equations and kill d by using derivatives. Ah, the Russians. They have such a beautiful sense of discipline and brutality when it comes to higher mathematics.

Happy Birthday, Anatoli!

And speaking of Russians, Anatoli Boukreev would be fifty years old today--were he, you know, not buried under tons of snow on Annapurna.