me, the power hog

the allure of power, but at what cost?

Hello from South Africa!! This is me atop Lion’s Head, a hike marked “easy” in most guide books which truly challenged my conception of difficulty scales for hikes. There was a lot of scrambling over rocks on all fours at the top—a feature that would solidly put the hike in “moderate” for me, personally. I hiked past a man wearing Birkenstocks on the hike, though, so maybe I’m just the wimp, after all… although today, I’m musing on whether I might be a wimp in more arenas than just hiking.

woman seeking proximity to power.

I’ve never seen a truffle hog in real life, but the idea of them delights me to no end. Their keen sense of smell combined with what is thought to be a natural affinity for the scent of truffles (the natural sex hormones of the male pig are supposedly similar to the smell of the truffles) means that truffle hogs are particularly well-equipped to sniff out these highly valuable fungi.

Of course, I’m not a truffle hog, but I find myself acutely attuned to one thing throu…