No sale & Queen of Fats
As expected, no sale this time. The negotiations went like this: Listed at $189,500; offer $155,000; counter offer $185,000; counter-counter-offer $175,000; counter-counter-counter offer $183,000 -- rejected. And so it goes. Both realtors considered my offer quite reasonable, even in today's lousy market, but I guess these folks wanted a real bargain.
Yoga class last night found me stiff and groaning after all my long walks with no stretching. I walked late again after yoga, 3+ miles, and now I'm stiff all over again -- slow learner. Grumpy is sick with a raunchy cold, so it was just me and dog. When I'm alone I really hate to wait until 1 am when the temperature is halfway reasonable, so we puffed along, exploring a new part of the canal. It's a bit cooler walking next to water, but diggedy-dog puffed along slowly like he was doing me a great big favor to come with.
Last night I watched "Batman Begins." The first part was a bit hokey, Bruce Wayne's trial-and-trib getting trained by sociopaths and then burning their house down. The good stuff started when he got back home. I just love Batman. What's the matter with me? :-)
I lost myself in a really good book, The Queen of Fats by Susan Allport. I've known about omega-3's and omega-6's for quite a while, but this is the first time I've read the fascinating story about the scientists involved, the research that revealed their significance, and the flaws in the hi-fat, lo-fat, sat-fat, unsat-fat misinformation from the diet advice industry. She tells it so well! One teeters on the brink of attributing all the disorders of western civ to our omega-6/omega-3 imbalance -- seriously!! She makes me want to be a science writer, which I could surely do if I ever recovered the will to work. The book has a nice balance of science and storytelling and ends with simple advice on how to restore the balance. Susan Allport and Michael Pollan are my cultural heroes.
Yoga class last night found me stiff and groaning after all my long walks with no stretching. I walked late again after yoga, 3+ miles, and now I'm stiff all over again -- slow learner. Grumpy is sick with a raunchy cold, so it was just me and dog. When I'm alone I really hate to wait until 1 am when the temperature is halfway reasonable, so we puffed along, exploring a new part of the canal. It's a bit cooler walking next to water, but diggedy-dog puffed along slowly like he was doing me a great big favor to come with.
Last night I watched "Batman Begins." The first part was a bit hokey, Bruce Wayne's trial-and-trib getting trained by sociopaths and then burning their house down. The good stuff started when he got back home. I just love Batman. What's the matter with me? :-)
I lost myself in a really good book, The Queen of Fats by Susan Allport. I've known about omega-3's and omega-6's for quite a while, but this is the first time I've read the fascinating story about the scientists involved, the research that revealed their significance, and the flaws in the hi-fat, lo-fat, sat-fat, unsat-fat misinformation from the diet advice industry. She tells it so well! One teeters on the brink of attributing all the disorders of western civ to our omega-6/omega-3 imbalance -- seriously!! She makes me want to be a science writer, which I could surely do if I ever recovered the will to work. The book has a nice balance of science and storytelling and ends with simple advice on how to restore the balance. Susan Allport and Michael Pollan are my cultural heroes.
posted by Cranky Ol' Lady at 3:50 PM
3 Comments:
"She makes me want to be a science writer, which I could surely do if I ever recovered the will to work."
I think you'd make a great science writer and there's really not enough of them around, and definitely not enough women in the bunch.
At my bookstore, I'm always dismayed by the science section. It seems inaccessible to most people. I think your writing style could bring it back down to earth.
Thank you, tall penguin, for the encouraging comment. Though I shrink from competition, I can see myself trying. After writing that, I actually sent off for a highly recommended book about how to get into science writing. Of course reading a book about how to do something can be a cop out, a substitute for really doing it. We'll see.
Oh, you have a bookstore?! I fantasize about having a bookstore someday, or just working in one, surrounded by my best-loved inanimate objects.
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