I love Cindy!
When I fire up my web-based email account late at night, I get a predictable selection of 'consumer suggestions'. Today it got scary.
"One million singles are waiting for you!" - it doesn't get more frightening than that! Imagine, one percent of them camping out in front of your house. It's hard to explain to the neighbours, let alone your spouse - and outright unforgivable to the omnipresent neighbouress, who has her eyes everywhere and her thoughts dependably focused on the worst. It made my rant-in-progress (whining about the abusive way of oversimplified popularisation of science by Michio Kaku - again) collaps and left me stunned, occupied, worried.
As advice-literature is the straw to hold onto in difficult situations, I recall what always helps me to activate the neurons in times of blank: adrenalin. I am not too fond of externally adding chemicals to my body - and my love to syringes is limited - so I fall back to sports: 5 chin-ups, 10 push-ups, 15 squats - repeated as often as possible for 20 minutes. Yep, that's cross-fit, it's called Cindy, it will bring your heartbeat up to the maximum rate (220 minus your age = obviously close to zero in my case) and it will flood the system with adrenalin. Why am I saying this? Because of the amazing stupidity of internet-ads after 9 pm, the troubling popularity of bad science-communication and because
I love 'Cindy'.