Scenes from the Weekend: Strolling Through the Metropark

I’m not a nature person. Not a “fitness” person, either. But I spent all day Saturday and early Sunday battling body aches. The kind of body aches born of inactivity. I didn’t want to workout for a few minutes and crawl back into bed (a downside to living with my mother: if I’m home, I’m in my bedroom, which means I’m almost always in bed). I needed to be up and about for a couple hours. I needed to walk.

The only nearby site conducive to my need to move around and not spend money was the walking trails at the Metropark. I threw on workout gear, grabbed my phone and earbuds, and headed to the great outdoors.

To prevent getting lost, I picked a single trail and didn’t deviate. Occasionally, I’d pass a male jogger and think “This dude could murder me in these woods. No one would know.” Thankfully, I went un-murdered.

I don’t know how long or far I walked; just kept going until I needed to use the restroom; which was basically an outhouse with a toilet-like contraption over a hole in the ground.

By the time I was finished the walk, my body felt looser and I’d worked up a nice little sweat. Dare I say, I enjoyed it.*

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Why You Shouldn’t Binge Listen Philosophy Podcasts

I hadn’t spent quality time with Philosophize This! in a month or so; decided to binge-listen yesterday. Over a couple hours, I explored Sartre’s ideas of “The Self,” Simone De Beauvoir’s “The Ethics of Ambiguity” and “Responsibility,” and an introduction to The Frankfurt School. You know how people load the healthiest fruits and vegetables in a blender but they add too much and end up with a tasteless brown sludge? That’s how my brain felt by the time I got off work–beaten down by warring philosophical approaches. “Wow. I really am a mindless worker happy to enjoy simple sensory pleasures as long as the world as I know it and my place in it remain secure.”

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Scenes from the Weekend: Polka Dots & Line Dances

My weekend kicked off Friday afternoon with a preview of the Yayoi Kusama: Infinity Mirrors exhibit at the Cleveland Museum of Art. I’m typically not a fan of avant garde art, but the space yielded great Instagram photos was fascinating. Her repeated attempts at creating infinity were simultaneously captivating and haunting. Also, I wore a polka dot dress not knowing Kusama frequently used dots in her work. Continue reading