Skip to main content

Posts

Featured

I Dropped Out of a Beer Mile And It Was Still Awesome

If you study the literature from the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, you will read a lot about vomit.  I'm not kidding. It was a useful metaphor in an age of philosophical dispute, religious division, and self-reflection. For example, Shakespeare turned to the gut for the presentation of truth. Overwhelmed by sadness, Titus Andronicus explains, “my bowels cannot hide her woes, but like a drunkard must I vomit them.” The religious reformer Martin Luther condemned Roman Catholics as doing “nothing but vomit, throw, and blow out devils.” Even the poet John Milton got in on the purgative action, declaiming monarchical bishops as giving “a vomit to God himself.” The bishops were so odious even the Creator couldn’t keep his lunch down.


It is a sign of the times then that emetic activities have returned to the cultural forefront—perhaps a reflection of the new medievalism of the political moment? In any event, no endeavor squares our corporeal fascination with distance running and …

Latest Posts

The Blue-Collar Guide to Running in the East Bay

'American War' sheds new light on our current conflicts

The Blue-Collar Guide to Running in the East Bay

Video Games and the Myth of Process

Running in TrumpLand