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I read something very smart over the weekend in this Martha Stewart book about aging smartly,* about how important it is to address small health issues early, while they're minor, before they morph into something you may not be able to control. Like toe calluses, the scourge of hominids everywhere. At the beginning of the section on practicing prevention, Martha lays out a harrowing scenario I think we all can easily relate to, based on having feet:

You ignore that corn on your toe, and don't mention it to your doctor because it seems so inconsequential. You're busy and have no time for a pedicure. Your foot hurts more and more, so you stop standing as much and drive or take the bus when you previously would have walked. Now your toe is permanently bent. Eventually, you forgo your regular exercise class and become increasingly chair-bound. Fast-forward several years or decades and your sedentary lifestyle takes its toll: you fall and break a hip. That fall was no accident; the seeds of disability were planted much earlier when that corn appeared. And that fall was probably preventable, if only you had taken care of that minor problem earlier.

No time for a pedicure! See how quickly that went downhill? Jesus Christ! I read this on Sunday and haven't been able to sleep since. Facts and suppositions alike are dangerous for hyper-imaginative shut-ins like me. Anyway, I'm going to the podiatrist tomorrow to have a callus removed from the fourth toe of my left foot because I'd rather not be dead from some idiotic toe-related death in 20 years, thanks to Martha. I hope you'll be smart and do the same.

* Not the actual title of this book

Notes on Tuesday, September 12

I left early this morning so I could vote in the NYC primary before work, only my voting location was not where I expected it to be (I was one block and one school short. Why are there so many blocks and schools in this town?). I decided to vote after work instead but realized I'd left my MTA pass in the jacket I was unexpectedly wearing yesterday so I had to haul my whole ass back up four flights of fucking stairs to fetch it. (There was less cursing than you might expect, illustrating some true personal growth on my part.) Then I decided I was too mad to take the M7 down Columbus so I took the M10 down Central Park West instead. This turned out to be a wise decision, since who couldn't use a 20-block-long view of Central Park first thing in the morning once in a while? Especially in late-late summer in sharp, vaguely humid sunshine? Come on, the answer is nobody. There isn't a single person in the world who wouldn't make that deal.

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After work I voted because SarahB would never speak to me again if I did not, and also because I believe people who don't vote are idiots. It's literally the easiest thing you can do as a citizen of this country. The polls are open from 6am to 9pm, which is a pretty wide spectrum, although if you're working more than 15 hours somewhere you may obviously be excused. All other things considered, though, it's a low bar to meet.

After voting I went to Barnes & Noble to see Robin Sloan read from his new book, Sourdough. I've been a fan of Internet Robin Sloan for a very long time (he used to have quite an active blog) and have been a fan of Novelist Robin Sloan since Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore, which is as charming as its title. He has a background in tech (he once worked at Twitter) and a broad curiosity about a lot of things, which I find refreshing, particularly in this fractious socioeconomic climate, and his views on technology today tilt toward optimism without excluding what came before: he's both forward-looking and backward-grateful. He revels in imagination and appreciation and finding use for things. He signed books after the reading and stamped them with the GPS code of the exact location of the bookstore, which was delightful and also a very Robin Sloan thing to do. More superheroes should be like Robin Sloan.

Then I shelled out some heavy clams for a bunch of books, and here's why: