I say it's spinach and to hell with it. I am also 80 and feel fine, just got back from having a swell two weeks in Cornwall, planning on three weeks in Greece next year. I have never knowingly exercised and eat and drink whatever the hell I want. I have to show TSA my passport not to have to take off my over-76 shoes. Genes, it's all genes. Just celebrate being one of the winners.
Sorry, indeed, Mr Quick. I have always enjoyed your work (especially Lightning Fall) and thought I was but making a playful rebuttal to your Methuselah project. But I do think one ought to give some consideration to inherited genes over personal grit concerning health outcomes. Just because I do not necessarily agree with every aspect of your longevity project does not mean I have nothing to say. And all I was trying to say, semi-seriously, was that you might want to consider another 80-year old with a very different personal regime but apparently similar outcome (so far, at least).
Here’s the thing. You don’t actually know what my regimen is. You will, if you keep reading on through the series, but at the moment, I have not yet shown my receipts, both good and bad. I will, though. And if you’re surprised that I “overreacted” to your flippant, dismissive tone, well, you aren’t as familiar with my online history as you think you are. Look at it from my POV: I’ve already posted two articles on this subject, nearly three thousand words, that describe only the smallest bit of the principles that have governed most of my adult life. And your immediate reaction was, “I say it's spinach and to hell with it."
Then you dig deeper: "And all I was trying to say, semi-seriously, was that you might want to consider another 80-year old with a very different personal regime but apparently similar outcome (so far, at least."
And what I would say to you, quite seriously, is, why didn't you say *that* rather than what you did say in your drive-by dismissal? And then I would ask you, why would I have any interest in considering your personal regime when, AFAICT, you don't have one at all?
Or, TLDR: Don't present yourself right out of the box as a retarded asshole if you don't want to be treated like a retarded asshole.
Ah, my mistake, I did not realize this was supposed to be a "Sycophants Only" account. I shan't trouble you further, whether with attempt at light humor or anything else. A healthy but very grouchy 80-year-old, it seems.
Good essay. I have no comment on the content.
Technical suggestion: Make the leading "in the first essay" a link to the essay.
Done. Thanks for the catch!
I say it's spinach and to hell with it. I am also 80 and feel fine, just got back from having a swell two weeks in Cornwall, planning on three weeks in Greece next year. I have never knowingly exercised and eat and drink whatever the hell I want. I have to show TSA my passport not to have to take off my over-76 shoes. Genes, it's all genes. Just celebrate being one of the winners.
So you have nothing to say, and you came here to say it? Great. Got it.
Sorry, indeed, Mr Quick. I have always enjoyed your work (especially Lightning Fall) and thought I was but making a playful rebuttal to your Methuselah project. But I do think one ought to give some consideration to inherited genes over personal grit concerning health outcomes. Just because I do not necessarily agree with every aspect of your longevity project does not mean I have nothing to say. And all I was trying to say, semi-seriously, was that you might want to consider another 80-year old with a very different personal regime but apparently similar outcome (so far, at least).
Here’s the thing. You don’t actually know what my regimen is. You will, if you keep reading on through the series, but at the moment, I have not yet shown my receipts, both good and bad. I will, though. And if you’re surprised that I “overreacted” to your flippant, dismissive tone, well, you aren’t as familiar with my online history as you think you are. Look at it from my POV: I’ve already posted two articles on this subject, nearly three thousand words, that describe only the smallest bit of the principles that have governed most of my adult life. And your immediate reaction was, “I say it's spinach and to hell with it."
Then you dig deeper: "And all I was trying to say, semi-seriously, was that you might want to consider another 80-year old with a very different personal regime but apparently similar outcome (so far, at least."
And what I would say to you, quite seriously, is, why didn't you say *that* rather than what you did say in your drive-by dismissal? And then I would ask you, why would I have any interest in considering your personal regime when, AFAICT, you don't have one at all?
Or, TLDR: Don't present yourself right out of the box as a retarded asshole if you don't want to be treated like a retarded asshole.
Ah, my mistake, I did not realize this was supposed to be a "Sycophants Only" account. I shan't trouble you further, whether with attempt at light humor or anything else. A healthy but very grouchy 80-year-old, it seems.