Like the famed ivory-billed woodpecker, my perfect running shoe is hiding. I have been as methodical and patient as those champion bird-watchers in my search. All I have to show for it is the orthopedic version of a fuzzy photograph. Flashes of greatness have flown from my feet in some shoes. But only for brief moments, and maybe they weren't even real.
I've got my fingers crossed for the woodpecker, but I'm pretty sure there is no perfect running shoe...
Monday, March 05, 2007
"orthopedic version of a fuzzy photograph"
An excerpt from this Washington Post article about running shoes:
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A tale of two skins:
"worth watching here on YouTube"
a window into the politics of how to handle the Ivory Bill questions from the heartland ...
Actually, I thought she answered the questions quite fairly.
Looking at those specimens, it struck me how the large, light-colored bill stood out. Interesting how rarely the bill is mentioned as a field mark in reported Ivory-bill sightings since the 1940's. As a skeptic, an obvious explanation is that Pileated woodpeckers and waterfowl don't have huge, white, woodpecker beaks.
Oh, the preoccupations of the the upper-middle class.
Running shoes and natural history frauds.
If only these people had lives where they had to do some regular physical work they would not have to find shoes in which to "exercise". Similarly if their jobs, relationships, communities provided anything important to them they would not have to ponder extinct woodpeckers to feel a connection to something larger than their consumer selves.
I resent the comments about runners.
-Tom Archdeacon (birdwatcher, marathoner, not upper middle class).
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