The Vulgar Tongue

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The novel I’m working on now is set in a supernatural colonial New England: an alternate early America with its own geography, history, and idiosyncrasies. So I get to make stuff up whenever I need or want to without some finicky expert crying, “Rhubarb wasn’t introduced to North America until 1789*!”

But I chose this era because I love it and want to live in such a place for the next several years of my imaginary life. So historical semi-accuracy matters to me, and fact is often stranger (and better) than fiction, and I plan to use whatever terrific details I find in the course of my research, which isn’t research in the negative sense of the word but crazy good times reading books about colonial taverns and war and criminal masterminds and bread riots and the like.

Which brings me to a question I incorrectly posed via Twitter last week: where to find a comprehensive list of 17th century profanity? I meant 18th century (my brain is stupid sometimes), but an old friend came through with an excellent answer: Francis Grose’s A Classical Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue (1785). I found a $1 hardcover copy online and it’s just the ticket. Here’s a description:

A fascinating and hilarious collection of all the words and phrases that raised eyebrows in the 18th century. The original 1796 alternative dictionary of ‘The Vulgar Tongue’ educated readers in the correct usage of colloquialisms, slang and old English idioms. Includes those familiar entries such as ‘mealy-mouthed’, originally meaning over-modest, and revives classics that should never have been forgotten, such as ‘apple dumplin shop’ for a woman’s bosom, ‘nit squeeger’ (a hairdresser) and ‘flaybottomist’ (a teacher)…No true aspiring vulgarite should leave home without it.

You can read the later 1811 version online at Project Gutenberg: Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue. Some personal favorites after a quick perusal are ‘laced mutton’ (a prostitute), ‘duke of limbs’ (a tall, awkward fellow), and ‘resurrection men’ (grave-robbers employed by anatomy students).

* I made this date up. Which I can do in my world.

Giant Pumpkin Season 2012

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Giant pumpkin season is here. The serious competitive growers are stretching closer every year to a 1-ton world record. The current record, set last year, is 1,818.5 lbs. You can see that pumpkin here.

My own attempts are far more modest. I read some books about serious pumpkin growing a number of years ago and found myself hooked. Backyard Giants is a terrific account of the early competitive growers that got the sport rolling, and I suspect I’m not the only one who caught the bug by reading it. For the best advice on how to grow a giant yourself, Don Langevin’s books are the definitive resources. There’s even an organic edition for those wishing to avoid the nastier pesticides/herbicides.

Several years ago, I grew some ordinary pumpkins in our small backyard and had such a good time that I expanded operations, digging up a larger plot and scoring a 50-pounder the following summer. By 2010, I’d grown obsessed (I get obsessed with things) and managed to grow a 314-pounder, pictured below:

Last year I had a nice one growing in August but a groundhog chewed it up and I couldn’t save it. Most serious growers have at least a half-dozen plants, so if catastrophe occurs they always have backups. Our yard is simply too small to handle more than one. My patch is about 300 square feet and really ought to be double that. A single vine will easily fill the space in the course of a summer. But having only one heightens the drama, I suppose, and it’s definitely possible to grow a 500-pounder in my yard if everything goes well.

There’s a good chance this is the last year I’ll be growing big pumpkins, although one can never tell with obsessional behavior. I have seeds of excellent lineage (more on that in future posts) and will plant them indoors, in peat pots, in the next week or two. I always start with 4-6 plants and go with the strongest grower.

I’ll be writing updates every Tuesday throughout the season, detailing each step of the way and, I hope, growing a nice fat pumpkin for the fall.

Softball Stomach

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You see these BMI calculators where you add your height and weight and they tell you how overweight you are, and while the basic calculation might be semi-useful to someone who breakfasts on cake and never exercises, it’s basically hogwash for everyone else. Muhammad Ali in his prime was 6’3″ and roughly 215 lbs. — overweight, according to BMI, because it doesn’t account for how much muscle he had. (Muscle is heavier than fat.) I’m 5’11″ and 194 lbs (overweight like Ali!) but have an OK amount of muscle…nothing to make the ladies sweat but decent after a few years of sporadic strength training.

A better way option is to have someone at the gym give you a professional body-fat measurement, often done with special calipers that measure fat rolls, or lack thereof, at key points around your body. But the average person trying to get in shape doesn’t need it. Scales can be a guide but you kind of just know when your pants are tight or you struggle with a 40-pound bag of manure.

For me, as with most guys in their mid-thirties, my level of fitness correlates directly to the girth of my stomach. I’ve read that a pound of muscle is about the size of a baseball, and that a pound of fat is a softball. My goal is is to build some strength and lose a bunch of softballs around the middle third of my body.

I’ve tried a lot of different approaches with varying degrees of success, and I think I’ve finally figured out the best strategy (for me, at least): counting calories with an app, lifting weights, and doing a touch of cardio. The general inclination with fat-loss is to avoid fatty foods and go crazy with cardio, but the trouble there is that your body turns all extra calories (fats, carbs, proteins) into body fat and cardio can burn away hard-earned muscle. You either tread water or become “skinny fat”… a smaller version of your original unflattering shape.

There’s no trick to the eating part. I’ll get into the details of my diet approach in a later post, but the gist is that I eat a healthy ratio of fat/carb/protein (any diet site will provide a good ballpark ratio) and, in order to lose weight, consume fewer calories than I burn. In order to keep the muscle I have and improve my shape along the way, I do regular strength training as my primary form of exercise, with just a little high-intensity cardio to boost my metabolism and strengthen my heart.

The general consensus is that losing more than 2 lbs. a week is overkill and will probably do more harm than good (unless you’re really overweight), if only because it’s liable to be so tough you’ll abandon the plan instead of making permanent changes. It’s also virtually impossible for the average person to gain more than 0.5 lbs. of muscle a week, however much you train. The body just can’t do it unless you’re genetically gifted, a teenager, or doping, and even then there are limits.

Next Monday I’ll discuss my exact eating plan, which isn’t terribly complicated, and offer some links to useful resources. The following week, I’ll discuss my workout plan. For now, I’ll say that my goal in the next few months is to drop a lot of the fat around my middle and slightly increase my muscular strength. I won’t be able to make serious strength gains while I’m losing weight on a calorie deficit, but that’s OK. Once I’m lean enough, assuming I manage to succeed, I’ll increase my calories ever so slightly in order to gain some muscle without fattening up.

New Plan for the Blog

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You know when you see people every day and they ask you, “What’s new?” and it’s nice but really, what could have happened in the typical Last 24 Hours? Welcome to blogging.

This blog, you may have noticed, is a peculiar hodgepodge of anecdotes, photos, music links, and anything else that comes to mind. Like most blogs, really, but I picture my Ideal Reader growing baffled on a first visit and promptly departing. So thinking hat, thinking hat*… Is there a way to organize the hodgepodge into something at least superficially comprehensible?

To begin with, I’d like to post every weekday. Reasons why:

1. Writers like having readers. We think of them as IMAGINARY FRIENDS. Sometimes at parties I’ll casually mention that I recently had a pleasant wordless interaction with a stat-identified person in Alaska. Alaska, the partygoers say, quietly impressed.

2. I enjoy it.

3. My doctor says that regularity is one of the hallmarks of chronic good health.

4. You know this blog is partly a social-media marketing tool for my novels, right? I’m unashamed to admit this because I’ve spent, and continue to spend, great swaths of time in hardworking solitude and don’t have any trouble changing hats** to trumpet a thing that took me over a year to finish. If you object to self-promotion, just buy a few copies of my book next March and I’ll leave you alone.

So regularity, yes, and a logical structure to guide the way. I’m going to assign a particular subject to each weekday, so people who want to read about writing can show up on Thursday, and people who want to read about pumpkins can show up on Tuesday, and the whole matter of sensibly tagging my posts will be a breeze.

Here’s the schedule, starting next week:

M: Exercise/Nutrition (My Fitness Successes, Failures)

T: Home Life (DIY, Pumpkin Growing, etc.)

W: Colonial America (A Hearty Stew of 17th-Century Awesomeness)

Th: Writing (Things I’m Reading, Novel Updates)

F: Junk Drawer (Links, Anecdotes, Etc)

* Mine has stars on it.
** My other one is rigged with Christmas lights.

Scheduling My Schedule

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Reestablishing order after two months of overwork/confusion. Having moderate success.

I destroyed my sleep schedule staying up past 1am for most of March and April. Last night I went to bed at 10:30pm and managed to fall asleep before midnight. Woke at dawn and went to the gym (exercise being another thing that slipped in March).

I tried this a couple of weeks ago, only to lie awake for many hours before conking out. That particular morning, I made it to the gym at 6am, did a relatively light workout for 45 minutes, and almost fainted. The solicitous YMCA staff handed me fruit juice and commented on my corpse-like pallor until I was stable enough to drive home.

Today went a lot better. I was able to complete my workout without Juicy Juice resuscitation and feel it’s a good start to restoring a better sleep cycle. I’m also back to making lists and plans, I’ve constructed my pile of Books to Read Soon, and I had a productive morning getting back to my next novel, which I hope to finish oh, who the hell knows. I’m having crazy fun writing this one, and since it’s set in the 17th century, it only makes sense to fire up my 8.7-day-long Itunes Baroque Era Classical Supermix.

So for now I’m back to a regular schedule, and schedules — even when I fail to keep them 100% sacred — are the only way that I reliably get things done.

Short-Term Goals:

  • Lose some fat
  • Build some muscles (I like to pronounce that with a hard C)
  • Work on my next novel and overdose on Corelli, Handel, et al.
  • Read a bunch of books
  • Prepare for pumpkin-growing season
  • Hang a thing on the wall
  • I forget; I need to refine my lists

A Thousand Orange Legs

Weather: Seventy like eighty

Local Animals: Lift some old sections of wooden fence in a yard and behold: one small mouse, several dozen orange centipedes, earthworms, lots of slugs that very slowly take panicked cover from the sun, and a tiny earwiggy bug with a touch of red whose tail curls up, almost scorpion-like, when it walks.

Word of the Dayhardscrabble: yielding meagerly return for great effort

To-Do / Doing: After a good morning of dumpster work, I’m finishing a couple of books, thinking of better titles for my novel, gnawing on chocolate bunny shoulder, and playing The New Pornographers. Our eight-year-old likes this band a lot, but we’ve told him they’re The New Photographers in case he ever gets talking about his favorite songs at school.

Photo of the Day:

THE NATIONAL Lyric of the Day: With my kid on my shoulders I try / Not to hurt anyone I like – “Afraid of Everyone” [iTunes]

Challengers:

Another Uninnocent Elegant Fall

Weather: Sunnish

Local Animals: The groundhog isn’t going to like it when I tear up half the deck in a few weeks. This being the groundhog who chewed my pumpkin to death last August, I have no reservations about disrupting his Personal Rodent Space. Did you know a groundhog is sometimes called a whistle-pig?

Word of the Dayagog: eager or very excited

To-Do / Doing: Going to help a friend throw stuff in a dumpster tomorrow morning. I love throwing rubble and junk away. I am agog about this dumper business.

Photo of the Day:

 

THE NATIONAL Lyric of the Day: You wouldn’t want an angel watching over / Surprise surprise you wouldn’t want to watch / Another uninnocent elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults – “Mistaken for Strangers” [iTunes]

Leafing Through

Weather: Green

Local Animals: Squirrel atop the birdfeeder, gnawing futilely

Word of the Daynictitate: to wink; especially in connection to that membrane birds and reptiles have instead of eyelids

To-Do / Doing: Continuing to catch up on reading, a process akin to the Joycean bird of hell who carried a single grain of sand each day from a great beach and the beach replenished itself every million eons and the bird kept going and the entire cycle was barely an instant in the grand scope of eternity. But funner.

Photo of the Day:

THE NATIONAL Lyric of the Day: One time you were a blowing young ruffian / Oh my God it was a million years ago – “Racing Like a Pro” [iTunes]

April Summer

Weather: Sundrunk

Local Animals: Bees pinging off solid objects, deer leaping into the road after the usual deer-hour, turkey vultures pinwheeling. I.e., nature acting like kindergarteners.

Word of the Daylagniappe: small gift presented by storeowner with purchase; an extra or unexpected gift or benefit

To-Do / Doing: I’m reading an unpublished novel by Kevin Fanning in the yard. Editors, look alive and grab this guy. Get a hold of Josh Allen while you’re at it.

I also need to hang a thing on the wall and do some laundry. I plan to read Men’s Health to inspire my manly manfulness back to the gym this week. I regret not seeing Cabin in the Woods last week and plan to rectify this soon. I have a juvenile inner reaction to the word rectify. I need to cash our tax refund checks. I am forgetting things.

Photo of the Day:

 

THE NATIONAL Lyric of the Day: You’re all humming live wires / Under your killing clothes / Get over here I wanna / Kiss your skinny throat – “Wasp Nest” [iTunes]

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