Steak

“You can get a steak here, daddio. Don't be such a-” (draws rectangle with fingers)

-Mia Wallace (Uma Thurman), Pulp Fiction

Whereas I would have just bunged a lump of steak in a pan and given it four each side, Keda Black suggests preparing the steak itself by rubbing olive oil into the meat, then salting and peppering the meat as it cooks. So that's what I did. It tasted great, but the recipe didn't suggest putting anything with it. The meal was the meat. So that's what I had.

Question: Is Keda Black turning me into a robot? Or a Mia-Wallace-style invisible rectangle? Stay tuned to find out.

Reading and Working Out: The Road

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“You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.”

-The man, The Road

Today I read Cormac McCarthy's Purlitzer-prizewinning The Road on the exercise bike. Ironically I spent a major part of the day on the road myself- Huddersfield Road between home and the gym. It has been a very stupid day.

I got up at 7am. I got ready- or at least what I thought was ready- in a semi-awake state. I drove to the gym. I got to the changing rooms. I realised I'd forgotten my shorts. I then forgot that I'd come in the car. I got a bus home. I got my shorts. I got a bus back to the gym. I went to the changing rooms again. I realised I'd also forgotten the notebook I use to jot down records etc. I walked out of the gym AGAIN. It was as I was walking out of the gym a second time that I rummaged around in my sports bag checking if there was anything else I'd forgotten. That's when I found my car keys and got an almighty, forehead-slap-inducing flashback.

In a state of complete disbelief as to how much of a moron I can be, I walked back to my car and went back to my flat, got my notebook, went back to the gym AND THEN started the workout.

This is what you deal with when you get up earlier than you would normally do for work and do something totally outside of your routine- you make really dumb mistakes. Thankfully, exercise is the best way of waking up your brain.

After 45 minutes of weights and short cardio, the synapses were definitely firing. I finally started on the bike/book at 10:30am. I had an hour's break for lunch. At 4pm the gym closed, and I still had the last quarter of the novel to finish. I raced home (in the car, thankfully) and buried my nose back in it.

The Road is an absolutely gripping, masterful novel- beautifully written, heart-wrenching, terrifying and totally believeable. The post-apocalyptic scenario has been done to death in films and books, but McCarthy brings a new level of believability to the sub-genre. Read The Road as soon as you can.

Tricking Twitter “Bots” into Building Your Blog Stats

Pic courtesy Jenn and Tony Bot, Flickr

Bots are programs designed to perform a specific function on the internet and to work independently of human action once set up. Twitter bots largely provide information of certain types, in a variety of certain ways, on Twitter's interface. I'm being ridiculously vague in my explanation as I'm a writer, not a techie. Technology site Techmalaya explains much better than I could. They also provide a list of the different types of bots incorporated with Twitter.

On Twitter one day last year, I found one of my blog posts had been retweeted by Burroughsbot. This is a William S Burroughs-related “announcement bot”, RT-ing anything with the author's name to 2000 followers. I'd tweeted a particular post in which I'd discussed the surrealist penner of Naked Lunch and Junky.

Recently it occurred to me that I could purposefully get the same bot to retweet me again, only this time I'd link to my blog's home page. This way, whoever follows Burroughsbot will get my link in their Twitter feed and, provided they follow that link, they'll see my latest crazed musings. Genius!

I got a retweet within minutes.

The blog currently stands at 49,593 hits. Lets see if it jumps a little.

Reading and Working Out: Nostradamus: The Good News

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Finally seated, at night, in secret study

At rest and alone over the bronze stool

A slender flame emerges from the wilderness

Unbelievable deeds are uttered from the wasteland

-Quatrain 1/1, Nostradamus

Mario Reading's second book on the French foreteller was a fascinating insight into the more positive predictions made by the 16^th century alchemist. I read it cover-to-cover whilst seated- not on a bronze stool, but on the exercise bike.

The book took a little longer to read than I expected. It's a good 2cm thick, but with fairly spaced-out text. It wasn't quite as spaced-out as I'd expected, and I basically lost track of time on the bike. The gym instructor said I put “a good two and a half hours” in. My stopwatch went full-circle, suggesting I did 100 mins followed by a futher 82. That's over 3 hours. Is this possible? I still didn't finish it as the gym was closing by the time I was about 5/6ths the way through.

It was a HARD task- Reading's translations of Nostradamus' quatrains are concise and fascinating, and his grasp of etymology is masterful, but Goddamn, it's heavy stuff when you're pedalling away. It's more a history lesson than anything, with additional prophecies that have yet to occur (expect an island to be created after an underwater volcanic eruption in 2021). An interesting read.

Here's some advice for if you want to try this kind of exercise:

1. Make a note of what time you start, if you're as forgetful as I am
2. Pedal slowly. It's all too easy to burn yourself out.
3. Remember to focus on what you're reading. It's also easy to tune out and find yourself “reading for words” when you're exerting physically as well as mentally.
4. Drink lots of water. Bring a big bottle-full.
5. Bring a bookmark. Reading takes two hands. Frequently, so does opening the cap on a water bottle.
6. Pick a bike situated away from the gym's Hi-Fi speakers if possible.
7. Don't hold the book directly under your nose, unless you want to drip sweat on it.
8. Stretch off afterwards.

I'm not quite the “slender flame” I once was, but with this day's 92 minutes fat-burning, it won't be long before I am.

Reading and Working Out- Star Wars Screenplay

Continuing my literary-orientated fat-burning quest, I read the screenplay to Star Wars: A New Hope on the exercise bike this week. After 45 minutes of short cardio and weights, I pedalled for 92 minutes. That's 137 minutes of exercise in total, minus the 90 minutes of exercise before fat-burning occurs, which equals 47 minutes of actual fat burning.

Graft.

A New Hope is still a good read even when- like me- you know the film pretty well. I'm by no means a wannabe Jedi but I was a big time film fan in my younger days.

The book starts with a vintage article from 1977- before Star Wars hit the big screen- describing the monstrous task director George Lucas undertook in developing the project to from an idea through to a finished film. Impressive stuff. Lucas has always struck me as a bit of a nerd, but he's a genius nerd to have pulled off a movie as ambitious and as memorable as Star Wars.

I was describing this reading project to a friend of mine, a scientist. She suggsted that reading during exercise will actually help me to take in the information better- I'd learn more due to the increase of oxygen in the bloodstream, leading to blood pumping faster and the neurones in my brain firing quicker. I'm no scientist myself, but it sounds very possible to me. Whether that's the case when you've got a memory difficulty and you're not going to remember as much as other people might- who knows. The last two books have been screenplays to films I've already seen, so I know the deal. Next up: an interpretation of Nostradamus' prophecies. That'll be the real test.

Reading and Working Out: Human Traffic Screenplay

Check out this picture of me aged 24. 

 

Just look at that six-pack. What a legend I was. Unfortunately, when I was 28 I moved out and ate rubbish for six months, and I'm struggling to get back to that shape. It's increasingly difficult when you're juggling your time between a career, a writing ambition, learning about your own memory condition, keeping in touch with friends and learning to cook. But it's possible.

I hammer the abs machine during every gym session- normally six a week. So I know that my stomach is still reasonably strong. Perhaps not so much as in this picture, when I was Thai boxing twice a week and getting a kick-pad slammed into my stomach for two minutes at a time. When I was 22 I even once took a punch in the stomach off a doorman to prove a point. He said I took it “like a man.”

I'm not Thai boxing any more- nor working in bars where I'm comfortable enough to take body-shots off security, but the weights I'm doing are making me stronger all the time. The abs muscles are there; now it's time to shave off what fat I've got. So here's the plan. About.com explains weight training and fat burning here.  

 

It takes 90 minutes of exercise before the body starts to burn fat. So, here's what I did: 45 minutes of weights as normal. Then I got on the exercise bike and read the screenplay of Human Traffic, the hilarious and iconic 1999 raver movie. It took 60 minutes to read. I pedalled constantly throughout. So that's 15 minutes of fat burning achieved. I should probably have drank a bit more water: I was a bit dizzy by the end of it. But what a script. The energy of the movie jumps right off the page, and you can see why it was optioned by the studios.

At home, I've got a huge pile of unread books that I've bought at book signings and charity shops. Human Traffic was the smallest of those. The plan: work my way up in size order through these books, and on each day off that I have, develop some endurance, get the six-pack back and get some serious reading done.

Scrambled Heads, I Mean, Eggs

Maid- How do you like your eggs? Poached, fried or raw?

Meade- Scrambled – like your head!

-Phyllis Diller and Bob Hope in Boy, Did I Get a Wrong Number!, 1966

My head was indeed scrambled as I attempted this supposedly easy meal. I was to crack the eggs into a jug and “mix without beating.”

What? What does this mean? How can it be scrambled if you don't beat them? Beats me.

Geddit? “Beats...” Never mind. The inclusion of chervil and chives gave the dish more flavour, although I perhaps used too much of these. I got them pre-chopped in little spice jars from Tesco, so had no idea how much to put on. I still find eggs a little difficult to judge, in terms of cooking. But it was gooood.

And that, my friend, is the end of the egg section. I'm 7 recepies down and have 36 to go. Time for a cholestorol test, maybe?