•A couple of recent headlines convinced me that the end is near for me.  The California law that went into effect in July didn't deter me, but this did:  I'm going hands-free. And between my three eggs at breakfast and my huevos for dinner, I surpassed my weekly egg limit in a single day!  

•David Blaine's latest:  he's going to hang upside down for three days.  Doctors fear he might hurt himself.  Blaine takes a lot of heat for his weird feats, so I'll resist saying something snide here and just say I wish he'd get back into the street magic that made him famous, which I thought was brilliant for its offhanded, improvisational feel.  To this day I still think one of Blaine's best contributions was providing the material for Ali G's line to a group of religious officials:  "Ain't God," Ali posits to the unsmiling panel, "just like an overhyped David Blaines?"

•John Berardi outlines a recent, intense workout he had based around sprinting up a sand dune.  My mother, a dyed-in-the-wool carnivore, would salivate at the sight of cows in a field.  Berardi, a fan of improvised workouts, probably does the same when he sees a nasty hill, a rickety set of stairs, a derilict bus that needs moving, or just a huge pile of scrap metal.

• Finally, An article on how anonymity causes people to shed inhibitions begins with this example: 

"It’s mind-boggling the things people will say and even the things I will say," says Catherine McIntyre, a 38-year-old medical billing specialist from Houston. "People who’d never say something horrible in real life will do it again and again and again online. It’s like the behavior of crowds, or those mass beatings where no one gets blamed because everyone’s at fault."

Or maybe people are just mad about the 17-dollar aspirin?  It doesn't seem to occur to Ms. McIntyre that she's working in one of the most ire-inducing industries on the planet.