Brain? What is brain?

I’ve consumed only 1,000 calories today, less than two thirds of my normal caloric intake. Nearly all of it has been either lemon-lime Gatorade or apple juice. That’s sugar-water, essentially.

My brain is experiencing something that I’ve read about happening to fighter pilots experiencing oxygen deprivation. My brain is saying, “I feel great! My judgment is as sharp as ever! Nope, nothing wrong with me!” Then my brain says, “On the other hand, I took my phone out of my pocket a minute ago and have been staring at it since then and I have no idea why.”

This is what I get in lieu of food today


I’m getting ready for a routine colonoscopy tomorrow, and I’m restricted to a liquid diet. These liquids.

As a result, my brain is very small so my activity the rest of the day and tomorrow morning will consist of filling up my blog/social media queue with memes and retro photos, noodling around on social media, maybe watching a lot of TV, and napping. I’ll try to take Minnie out for a short walk or two.

This actually does not sound like a bad day. I’m reminded of something I heard on the Nerds on Draft podcast recently: As long as there’s nothing seriously wrong with you, a sick day as an adult is like a snow day when you’re a kid.

The joke was that Obama wasn’t joking

Ezra Klein and Dylan Matthews on Vox:

The White House Correspondents’ Dinner has become a strange event. It is, ostensibly, an evening when the president and the press can come together to share a few lighthearted laughs. But it’s evolved into a recital of brutal truths — albeit one neither side ever really admits happened.

The joke of President Obama’s performance on Saturday was that he wasn’t joking. Everyone just had to pretend he was. This was true from the beginning of his remarks, when he walked to the podium to Anna Kendrick’s cover of “Cups” (chorus: “you’re gonna miss me when I’m gone”).

“You can’t say it, but you know it is true,” he told the crowd, grinning. The implication was clear: my approval ratings are going up. Unemployment dipped below 5 percent this year. My financial reforms are working, and tens of millions of people have gotten coverage through Obamacare. And the Republicans are about to nominate Donald freakin Trump. You don’t know how lucky you had it with me.

There is some truth to the point of view Klein and Matthews are attributing to Obama. But let’s not make too much of it. Also under Obama, we’ve seen massive bailouts to big business, increasing wealth concentration at the expense of the middle class and poor, eroding Constitutional rights, heightened government secrecy, and continuation of America’s forever wars. The Obama White House ain’t Camelot.

Grinding it out

Journalist Shane Ferro writes about getting ground down by Business Insider’s requirements to produce 5-6 articles per day. 

This is something everyone contemplating a journalism job should read.

For what it’s worth: For a few months, I closely followed the work of one Business Insider journalist, who often competed with me on the same stories. She wasn’t doing five or six articles a day – not even close. That lends credence to earlier reports that not every writer at BI is subject to the same requirements.

Like Ferro, I’m a relatively methodical writer on the job, but am capable of being quite prolific on social media. They involve different muscles. And I’m getting faster at writing on the job.

As Ferro notes: If you’re someone who’s capable of writing 5-6 articles a day, and enjoys it, and many people are and do, then Business Insider or a place like it is good for you.