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The American Bystander… You’re Welcome

american-bystander
Michael Gerber‘s quarterly print humor magazine, The American Bystander features sumptuous tales by comedy writers and gorgeous and subversive illustrations by artists. Every page is illustrated and written to perfection.
This week, Bystander has been covered by Newsweek http://bit.ly/2dsIzJ5. Last month, The New York Times http://nyti.ms/2e6otDv.
They’re just above the halfway mark, fundraising for the latest installations. Please donate a few bucks and share with your friends.
I very much appreciate it. You will LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this magazine if you haven’t read it yet. http://kck.st/2d1tg80. Get on it, chickadees.

Get Lucki

Anyone who knows is keenly aware of my disdain for gyms and phobia of trainers. If I walked into a gym, I wouldn’t know what the fuck to do. I don’t wear gym-ee clothes. Those machines look like they were created by Hitler. I’ve kept the one mirror in my house shrouded for years. Yes, I have issues, I know. Moving along…

A while ago, I found myself in a situation where running wasn’t possible. Walking wasn’t cutting it. Among other issues. Plus, I’m a sundial on toothpicks, literal tiny picks, I’m 5’3 and ¾ on a good day.

Four months ago, I was renewing my car registration at AAA which is next to David Barton Gym in Century City. On a whim and with great trepidation, I approached the front desk and asked them to have someone call me.

When the phone rang, to say that I was a combative cunt is far too complimentary. Still. Sabrina was incredibly kind and asked me to come in and work-out with a trainer. Against my better judgment I agreed. The trainer they paired me with, Adam Lucki (who was really unlucky to get me), GOT ME.

My misconceptions about trainers were dispelled. He didn’t want to make me vomit or injure me. I have been working out with him for 4-months. I’m down 30 pounds and inches. We dish about everything. He’s a huge fan of cursing and doesn’t censor me. I’ve never been injured once.

The experience has and continues to be life changing. Adam is fucking great. Recently, we discussed what we thought of each other when we first met. He HATED MY FUCKING GUTS – And really, who can blame him?! He pushed through and never gave up on me. Now, we’re golden. We work very well together.

If you’re looking for a personal trainer, you have got to hock Adam getlucki@me.com. Check out his scandaliscious Instagram. He’s amazing, knowledgeable and funny. Every day is a new work-out and adventure.

Trainer boy in action.

I’ll never be gym-eee, but thanks to Adam, I am loving how much my body is changing. I also wouldn’t understand all of the benefits of exercising in a gym and so much more.

Trainer boy is inspiring as fuck, is he not?

Dish and That

One of the Great Vintage Songs: Let the River Run

The lyrics to Let the River Run are so inspiring:

We’re coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.

Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers
Wake the nation.
Come, the New Jerusalem.

Silver cities rise,
The morning lights
The streets that meet them,
And sirens call them on
With a song.

It’s asking for the taking.
Trembling, shaking.
Oh, my heart is aching.

We’re coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.

We the great and small
Stand on a star
And blaze a trail of desire
Through the dark’ning dawn.

It’s asking for the taking.
Come run with me now,
The sky is the color of blue
You’ve never even seen
In the eyes of your lover.

Oh, my heart is aching.
We’re coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.

It’s asking for the taking.
Trembling, shaking.
Oh, my heart is aching.

We’re coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.

Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers
Wake the nation.
Come, the New Jerusalem.

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