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June 2012

IT'S A CHICKEN STRIP.

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Oh my fuck LOL

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Went to a Korn concert.
Rocked my face off.
Tripped balls on mushrooms for hours and hours.
Woke up to find out my uncle die last night.
Completely amazed that the world doesn’t even pause, not for one second, to mourn. It just keeps spinning madly on.
I’m not sure my relationship with my friend Koltan will ever be the same, after being that high together. After being held while I learned about my uncle.
That’s a level of intimacy I’ve never experienced.

I need a nap.

Jun 30, 2012
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Spartan Race! Day 19

Or, “I WANT TO RUN ULTRAS, I WANT TO RUN ULTRAS, I WANT TO *cough, pant, flail* RUN ULTRAS!”

My race partner is FINALLY home from vacation with his wifey. We hit the same trails that I failed miserably on yesterday and did about 12084485 times better. We did 7.4km in a little over an hour. Our pace hovered around 9min/km which, honestly, isn’t bad. I believe that’s pretty much the same pace I had during yesterdays run… However, I maintained it for an extra 3km today!

Needless to say, I’m feeling pretty good today. Exhausted… But good. I chanted my ultra chant (see above) for a good 3km. By the end of it, Ben was ready to push me off the trail into the creek! I really, really, REALLY do want to run ultras though. Like, a freakin LOT. It kept me shuffling along, long after my brain was telling me it’s time to lay down in the trail and die.

Tomorrow… Speed work! We’re gunna pump out a real speedy 3-4km run on some fairly flat ground. I want my pace under 7 minutes.

Spartan Race here I come!
AROO!!

Jun 29, 2012
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Spartan Race! Day 18

Uuuuuugh.
Stayed out way, way, WAY too late last night and spent the day being sick. Yuck. Decided to get off my ass and go for a run anyway…

What I really wanted to do was tack another 2km on to my distance to bring it up to 7km… What actually happened is I nearly fell over dead in the middle of the trail. The loop I did was 4km, and I barely made it back to the car. Seriously. I fell over in the grass and just laid there for a bit. It was 4km in 36 minutes, compared to the other day when I did 5.6km in 48 minutes. Freakin terrible!

I rewarded myself for living through my run/flail by getting a cheeseburger and fries, which I shared with my trusty running sidekick. Without my dog I think I’d become the biggest couch potato in all the land.

OH! And while I was flailing/running through the forest, I ran into my dogs breeders! Bam is kind of a “rescue”, and his breeders were SO HAPPY with how he looked! I was thrilled, cause their dogs look amazing. They were practicing for weight pull, all muscular and shiny! Bams dad was one of the dogs, and it was pretty funny to see them together… Bam makes a HUGE scene when he sees other dogs, and so does his pa! And the two of them sound identical haha.

And on that note… Goodnight tumblr!

Jun 29, 2012
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After Rio, we know. Governments have given up on the planet → guardian.co.uk

mohandasgandhi:

It is, perhaps, the greatest failure of collective leadership since the first world war. The Earth’s living systems are collapsing, and the leaders of some of the most powerful nations – the United States, the UK, Germany, Russia – could not even be bothered to turn up and discuss it. Those who did attend the Earth summit in Rio last week solemnly agreed to keep stoking the destructive fires: sixteen times in their text they pledged to pursue “sustained growth”, the primary cause of the biosphere’s losses.

The efforts of governments are concentrated not on defending the living Earth from destruction, but on defending the machine that is destroying it. Whenever consumer capitalism becomes snarled up by its own contradictions, governments scramble to mend the machine, to ensure – though it consumes the conditions that sustain our lives – that it runs faster than ever before.

The thought that it might be the wrong machine, pursuing the wrong task, cannot even be voiced in mainstream politics. The machine greatly enriches the economic elite, while insulating the political elite from the mass movements it might otherwise confront. We have our bread; now we are wandering, in spellbound reverie, among the circuses.

We have used our unprecedented freedoms – secured at such cost by our forebears – not to agitate for justice, for redistribution, for the defence of our common interests, but to pursue the dopamine hits triggered by the purchase of products we do not need. The world’s most inventive minds are deployed not to improve the lot of humankind but to devise ever more effective means of stimulation, to counteract the diminishing satisfactions of consumption. The mutual dependencies of consumer capitalism ensure that we all unwittingly conspire in the trashing of what may be the only living planet. The failure at Rio de Janeiro belongs to us all.

It marks, more or less, the end of the multilateral effort to protect the biosphere. The only successful global instrument – the Montreal Protocol on substances that deplete the ozone layer – was agreed and implemented years before the first Earth Summit in 1992. It was one of the last fruits of a different political era, in which intervention in the market for the sake of the greater good was not considered anathema, even by the Thatcher and Reagan governments. Everything of value discussed since then has led to weak, unenforceable agreements, or to no agreements at all.

This is not to suggest that the global system and its increasingly pointless annual meetings will disappear, or even change. The governments which allowed the Earth Summit and all such meetings to fail evince no sense of responsibility for this outcome, and appear untroubled by the thought that if a system hasn’t worked for 20 years, there’s something wrong with the system. They walk away, aware that there are no political penalties; that the media is as absorbed with consumerist trivia as the rest of us; that, when future generations have to struggle with the mess they have left behind, their contribution will have been forgotten. (And then they lecture the rest of us on responsibility.)

Nor is it to suggest that multilateralism should be abandoned. Agreements on biodiversity, the oceans and the trade in endangered species may achieve some marginal mitigation of the full-spectrum assault on the biosphere that the consumption machine has unleashed. But that’s about it.

The action – if action there is – will mostly be elsewhere. Those governments which retain an interest in planet Earth will have to work alone, or in agreement with like-minded nations. There will be no means of restraining free riders, no means of persuading voters that their actions will be matched by those of other countries.

That we have missed the chance of preventing two degrees of global warming now seems obvious. That most of the other planetary boundaries will be crossed, equally so. So what do we do now?

Some people will respond by giving up, or at least withdrawing from political action. Why, they will ask, should we bother, if the inevitable destination is the loss of so much of what we hold dear: the forests, the brooks, the wetlands, the coral reefs, the sea ice, the glaciers, the birdsong and the night chorus, the soft and steady climate which has treated us kindly for so long? It seems to me that there are at least three reasons.

The first is to draw out the losses over as long a period as possible, in order to allow our children and grandchildren to experience something of the wonder and delight in the natural world and of the peaceful, unharried lives with which we have been blessed. Is that not a worthy aim, even if there were no other?

The second is to preserve what we can in the hope that conditions might change. I do not believe that the planet-eating machine, maintained by an army of mechanics, oiled by constant injections of public money, will collapse before the living systems on which it feeds. But I might be wrong. Would it not be a terrible waste to allow the tiger, the rhinoceros, the bluefin tuna, the queen’s executioner beetle and the scabious cuckoo bee, the hotlips fungus and the fountain anenome to disappear without a fight if this period of intense exploitation turns out to be a brief one?

The third is that, while we may have no influence over decisions made elsewhere, there is plenty that can be done within our own borders. Rewilding – the mass restoration of ecosystems – offers the best hope we have of creating refuges for the natural world, which is why I’ve decided to spend much of the next few years promoting it here and abroad.

Giving up on global agreements or, more accurately, on the prospect that they will substantially alter our relationship with the natural world, is almost a relief. It means walking away from decades of anger and frustration. It means turning away from a place in which we have no agency to one in which we have, at least, a chance of being heard. But it also invokes a great sadness, as it means giving up on so much else.

Was it too much to have asked of the world’s governments, which performed such miracles in developing stealth bombers and drone warfare, global markets and trillion-dollar bailouts, that they might spend a tenth of the energy and resources they devoted to these projects on defending our living planet? It seems, sadly, that it was.

H/T: Evelyn

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