
Well, a kinda-sorta white Christmas, anyway. We do what we can. Happy happy joy joy to the lot of yis.

Well, a kinda-sorta white Christmas, anyway. We do what we can. Happy happy joy joy to the lot of yis.

As longtime visitors to the DogS(h)ite know, I will never be smart.
Still, “never” is an awfully long time. Especially now that a study indicates that running “seems to require a greater amount of high-level thinking than most of us might imagine,” or so says Gretchen Reynolds in The New York Times.
The study, published in a neuroscience journal, found that the brains of competitive distance runners “had different connections in areas known to aid in sophisticated cognition than the brains of healthy but sedentary people,” Reynolds recounts, adding: “The discovery suggests that there is more to running than mindlessly placing one foot in front of another.”
Well. Shit. Naturally I laced up the old runners straight away and toddled off for my first jog of the winter.
And … nothing. Bupkis. Still as dumb as a stump.
Still, I’ll probably keep after it. At least running gets you out in the open air. Like crucifixion.

Happy birthday, Frank Zappa.
And a happy solstice to everyone else. The days get longer from here. Especially the ones following Inauguration Day.
Thus, “Whippin’ Post.”

The secret word for today — and for the rest of the week, it seems — is “cold.”
The weather wizards say temps in the Land of Enchantment should be 15 to 20 degrees below normal for a while, which means those of us who review bicycles for our bacon and beans will need to bundle up, if only to protect our bones against the inevitable spills.
And no, I’m not talking about spilled beverages.
Also, moreover, furthermore, and too, it’s snowing again.
And now, the good news: Al Qaeda is making a comeback. I’m starting to wonder whether Stan Lee is scripting geopolitics for Disney. We’ll know for sure if Hydra suddenly pops up on Exile Island, led by the Red Skull.