January 29, 2014 § Leave a comment
When a man’s best friend is his dog, that dog has a problem.
— Edward Abbey
January 27, 2014 § Leave a comment
I once read that all living beings with warm blood coursing through their veins roughly share the same number of heart beats before dying regardless whether that person is a rat, an elephant or Sam from down the street.
Our poor little hearts pump non stop from the time we come out of our mommy’s hooha until the time someone either lowers us into a grave or shoves us into a box and then over a fire or, if you live on the wild side, until we are eaten by a larger animal than us. By the time we die, it is estimated our hearts will contract about 2.5 billion times! « Read the rest of this entry »