"A small new study published last week claims that when it comes to burning calories, sex is better than a walk, but not as good as a jog. Published online October 24 in the open-access journal PLOS ONE, the new study finds that a session of moderately vigorous lovemaking can burn 4.2 calories a minute for men and 3.1 calories a minute for women, at least when young, healthy people do it."
Can we all reach an agreement that this headline—"Why mid-life health kicks can WRECK men's bodies: Jogging and low-fat food will make you fatter and damage your heart"—seems so comprehensive and accurate that it would be foolish to investigate further and we can continue to avoid jogging and low-fat food secure in the knowledge that we are somehow improving our health by so doing? Great, I thought so.
I was jogging by the East River this morning, listening to David Comes to Life, the new album by the Toronto rock band called Fucked Up, marveling at how awesome it is, how the drumming is like a stampede of wild horses, and how well the band's guitarists (there are three of them, like Molly Hatchet) hone and manipulate these giant waves of feedback and distortion, thinking that the sound reminds me more of Husker Du than anything I've heard since Husker Du, and that, if these guys had come out when I was in college, I would have probably wanted to tattoo some sort of sworn allegiance to [...]