Good genes, bad circumstances

I had the pleasure of eating lunch out today with a friend. We sat on an enclosed patio, roasting pleasantly under a heat lamp, chatting over a delicious lunch of pasta and bread. This is not your ancestors' dining experience.

The human genome was perfected during the Ice Age, and the humanoids that survived to pass their perfected genes on to future generations assembled genetic material perfectly suited to cold, famine, and obligatory exercise.

So toasty, overfed, and happily seated is not what brings out the best in our bodies. Good for the soul, however.