tripping over my feet as I proceed to assemble material for a
book. Interesting. I just noted by the phrasing of my introductory
sentence that I have not yet taken possession of the project.
I don't refer to material as my material or the book as my book;
too presumptuous, egotistical and probably bad luck. Though, a
smarter, more professional person would be quick to underline
that such reference is an indication of confidence, intelligence,
then, let him write the book if he's so dern smart. Everybody's
gotta stick in their own two cents. Oops... getting touchy. Back
off, Draper. Don't want the real bomber to upstage the imagined
one and thus shred some loose pages of bodybuilding trivia. Me
make joke of meself; only realistic recourse after too much thinking.
Although, on second thought, there's always squats and possibly
deadlifts... er... let's see if the sense of humor doesn't hold
out... just a little bit longer.
gave the computer a few commands and it spit out 220 pages; a
collection of articles, commentaries, training outlines, tips
and hints I've written over recent years, most of which you've
seen if you've spent time on the 450 pages of dd.com. Skillful
slicing with a hatchet and we trimmed it down to 180 pages of
text and a pile of unedited photos. The plan is to organize what
is there, give it some continuity, edit further, montage, add
pics, segue and more pics, fill in the gaps and missing history
and try, try, try to present a story that moves across a familiar
time line, offering guide posts, background, warnings, spirit,
some black n' white, some color… you add the sound effects. An
awesome undertaking for a tortoise and a hare; an undertaking
that has just this moment defined why I lift weights today or
started to in '49: I don't want to be ordinary... Ring a bell?
that being ordinary is a possibility for any of us.
formula is complete, ready for tasting and final dialing in, as
we perfect its balances to suit us and a small band of bright
collaborators. To refresh your memory and mine, we're aiming for
a highly assimible protein supplement of whey, calcium cassienate
and colostrum blended with a generous yet thoughtful supply of
Bs, C, E, A, minerals, enzymes, EFAs, BCAAs, anti-oxidants and
immune system fortifiers. No stax of specialty stuff. Just the
facts, Ma'am. We're very close.
The Bomber Blend for you, the bombers, flying the skies where
the atmosphere and stratosphere collide. The big bang effect.
Laree and I are working on the label. Stay tuned.
you read this newsletter, allow me to pause and say thanks. If
it were not for you I'd have nobody for whom to write. My shrink
sez as long as I believe there's someone listening to me I won't
have to sleep in the basement behind the furnace wearing sack
cloth and eating tuna from a can... much longer. He's a positive
thinker, brother Mike is.
on, Laree and I will be in Columbus, Ohio for the Big Shoe. There
we will join forces with some 10 other notorious IOLers to absorb
the copious energy and dispose of some of our own. I visualize
the visit to the EXPO to be like jumping into a mosh pit of mildly
frenzied consumers of Tribulus, L-glutamine, andro, effervescent
creatine, Ripped Force, HMB and DHEA. Half-muscular, Spin-crazed,
thermogenically red-eyed Cybexers and Hammer heads pulsing to
some frighteningly familiar rap-rock cacophony and jungle noises.
Me first, or I'll bite... Oh my, Ivan just got swallowed...
suspect someone will try to give me a lifetime achievement award
for something. This I will refuse saying I will be back in 25
years and will pick it up then. If they have, however, a junior
achiever award handy for whatever reason, I will humbly accept
it at this time. Thanks, Joe, Mike, Ed, Zabo, Claudia, Thunder
for the Honor. I love ya, man. DD