The following is a regularly updated series of self-effacing posts I write pertaining to a concept I developed called “Intrasomatic Conspiracy”. They basically represent contrived melodrama for hypochondriacs and cautionary tales for everyone else.
The notion relates to my body’s attempt to quash my efforts at attaining any real form of physical fitness. Some might call these problems ‘age related matters’, others might call it hypochondria. Call it what you will, but many of you will no doubt relate to these posts. Others will simply scratch their heads and reach from some ointment. More to the point, if you have ever wondered and shuddered at what an experiment in cross breeding Woody Allen with Henry Miller might yield … then read on with caution!