A new low in laziness

But why stop at the Segway? Mobility scooters (like the “Rascal”), traditionally used by those unable to walk great distances, are now being used by those unwilling to walk great distances. Some great perks to driving your ass around the sidewalks: avoiding physical activity, needless consumption of energy, taking up lots of space. Nice.

Subway problems

For those of you Upper West Siders who rely on the 1, 2, or 3 to come to the gym, keep in mind that the heat wave has knocked out service to those trains.

Bravo strikes again

Bravo TV, we love you for bringing us the Kathy Griffin Show — but what the hell is this?

I love my job…

…except when stuff like this happens.

It’s hot… damn hot.

There’s nothing like a hot stinky day to make you love summer in the city. To make matters worse, our only reprieve may be doing us some harm.

According to a recent article in the International Journal of Obesity, air conditioning could be as responsible for the rising number of obese people in the United States as are overeating and underexercising. The logic is that by putting ourselves in temperature-controlled environments we’re not burning the calories needed to regulate our own temperatures naturally. Furthermore, having AC in your car as well as in restaurants makes it more conducive for us to head out and stuff our faces.

So in response to this study, from now on I’m teaching all classes with the air conditioning turned off. Woohoo!!

Kidding.

Watch America get fat

A person with a high BMI (body mass index) is very heavy for his/her height. Since the weight could be either muscle or fat, the BMI is an inherently flawed indicator of obesity.

Having said that, however, it’s fair to assume that the rising average BMI in the United States is not due to a nationwide addiction to bodybuilding. Although it isn’t news that we as a country are getting fatter and fatter, this animation provides a disturbing visual of America packing on the pounds in the past twenty years.

Think step is painful?

Ouch, the final chapter

Last week the case against the guy who punched me in the face finally came to a close. The judge, sick and tired of all the delays, offered a plea bargain. It was called a “sixty day split.” The defendant spends sixty days in prison, then spends twelve weeks (not in custody) in a program to deal with his mental issues, and then is on probation for three years.

It’s not exactly the ending you’d expect in a made-for-TV movie, but it’s good news nonetheless. The guy is certainly going to break the law again, and when he does so, he’ll be put away for a lot longer than I could have hoped for with my case alone.

The down side to the arrangement, however, is that he’s already served more than sixty days while waiting for his trial, so that means he’s back on the streets right now. Yikes.