The Blog Bursts Into Song, And Refuses To Hear A Discouraging Word

Two Atlantic articles and a random podcast I heard, all make the point that we are living with stone age bodies and minds in a modern world that we can never understand or adapt to. Apparently, before the advent of spreadsheets and the autobahn, we could trust our first reactions enough of the time that we could usually muddle through. Fight, flight, whatever, just do it and get back to eating.  Back then, retirement plans usually included being eaten. Now, though, we have to sort through the minutia of  IRA v 401K plans being presented by sharks. And we have to do that with minds that can only hold two pieces of information at once and one of them is usually something about french fries.

And, mammal babies cry in a high pitched way so they can't be heard by reptilian predators, which would be great if you were trying to change a diaper and you were in a remake of Snakes on a Plane, but is pretty annoying to mammals on a plane.

And, as Dave Barry explained it, "Now that we have refrigerators, there is no longer any need to use the human buttock as a food-storage device."

Isn't that the way they say it goes?

But let's forget all that

And give me the number if you can find it

 

Reunited and it feels so good

Reunited 'cause we understood

There's one perfect fit

And, sugar, this one is it

We both are so excited 'cause we're reunited, hey, hey

or maybe it should be,

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day 

because, this morning, for the first time in nearly two years, I was inside my goal weight range by a margin of almost nine ounces.