Thursday, December 21, 2017
Tuesday, December 19, 2017
We just decided to....
One thing that helped on Days 1 and 2 was creating a motivational playlist. Mine consisted of "Corduroy" by Pearl Jam, "Bleed It Out" by Linkin Park, and "Hungerstrike" by Temple of the Dog. Whenever I felt a bit weak, I just played the playlist and I was back in no time. The lyrics from "Corduroy" served particularly well as a mantra for the whole venture:
"I don't wanna take what you can give
I would rather starve than eat your bread
All the things that others want for me
Can't buy what I want because it's free"
When I got to 10pm on Monday (my original goal), I felt so good that I decided to extend to the next day. On day 3, to prep for breaking the fast, I had organic chicken stock. German fasting programs do this twice a day throughout the fast. When I got to work, all through the day I wondered why I was bothering to eat anything at all today. But I tend to take things to extremes, so I decided to call it a successful initial experiment and finally broke the fast at 3pm Tuesday with 20 almonds. I chewed the almonds 25-30 times a piece, and I feel absolutely full.
Overall, the past 65 hours have been a very, very eye-opening experience. I thought that a multi-day fast would be difficult after the first day. Day 2, while I did get hungry a couple of times, I felt pretty good. Going to bed last night (around hour 48), I felt absolutely great. At peace. Even dealing with two kids. It's hard to explain, but I suppose it was the euphoria that everyone in the documentaries described. And it kept going from there. I felt great all day on Day 3.
Over the course of this little experiment, I have been totally blown away at how little I have actually wanted to eat over the past 65 hours. I suppose I didn't go far enough to get to the acidosis crisis that is mentioned in the documentary, but hey, to feel this good, how could it be so simple?
Before the fast, I stopped eating gluten and sweets for five days. Not sure if that helped me adjust to fasting, but I suspect that it did. In the first 5 days of gluten/sweet free, I lost 7 lbs. This morning, when I hit day 7, I had lost another 6lbs during the fast, for a total of 13 pounds in one week. Still TBD how much of that is water weight, but I know at least some of it was fat. Medical studies show that once you switch over from burning sugar to burning protein / fat, about 96% of the energy comes from burning fat.
Based on these results, I plan to do a week-long fast (SmartWater and chicken / vegetable stock only) in the near future. From there, who knows?
It is no wonder fasting is so despised, even reviled, by our capitalist culture. It is the exact opposite of wanton consumerism and conspicuous consumption. After all, if you don't need food….what else can you do without? Could the answer be….all of it?
Another shockingly weird side effect is that I actually enjoyed work this morning. I got more done this morning than I have in probably the last 3 weeks combined. Methinks our corporate overlords have this wrong as well. Instead of juicing everyone up on caffeine, making them overhyped, brain-dead zombies, maybe a fresh approach would actually help their bottom line. We all know that they prefer to suck you dry than to build you up any day, though. So shortsighted.
As far as going off the fast, this past week has solidified my belief that sugar is all things evil. So, I am going to keep the gluten-free / sweets-free diet going, and try to eat a lot of protein, whole foods, and veggies. Beans, sure. Rice, maybe, but severely limit. It's long past time to turn this sugar burning loaf of fat into a fat burning machine. Will check back soon once I initiate the weeklong fast.
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
Technology progress trap / we all suck
Sunday, November 26, 2017
Bad news
Sunday, November 19, 2017
Product of the day
Friday, November 17, 2017
Sunday, November 5, 2017
Monday, October 30, 2017
Sunday, October 29, 2017
How to succeed according to hunters / gatherers
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
They forgot the part about Americans being just plain stupid
Why opioids are such an American problem
People in America take more opioids - such as morphine and codeine - than in any other country. Why?
Read more:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-41701718
Friday, October 20, 2017
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Song of the Day - "Home" by Angels and Airwaves
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
Meme
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Ghosts of Yesteryear
Like the screams of a dying animal, the seemingly random ridiculous tirades constantly thrown by our current "president" seem to be the death throes of a time long since past, but not long enough yet to pass from the psyche of our parent's generation. There's a reason why they seem somewhat familiar. Familiar in that there's a hint of something your uncle said here, your parents said there, probably at a family dinner, unsubstantiated claims loudly proclaimed and prompting little more than rolling eyes or complete indifference from the younger generation.
Sometimes these things happen at extended family gatherings, the older generation coagulating into a racist, xenophobic clump and, confident in their cozy groupthink, conspire to loudly exhort the woes befalling their tribe. The young ones play in the yard.
At the core, I don't understand the desire to go back to those purportedly heady days of misogyny, overt racism, and militaristic insanity. Oh, those were the days indeed! To once again revive ingenious deterrence strategies like mutually assured destruction! How I miss playing bomb shelter under my desk! And who can resist ant-like conformity, available to all those willing to turn a blind eye to racial and social injustice. Boy, those were the days!
Not that we've made much progress. We are just as militant as we have always been. Women and minorities have made some tentative gains, but shockingly less than most science fiction authors had predicted. Why? Mostly because these old fuckers keep their ideas hanging around like a bad infection.
Why are they all stuck in a horrendous loop of bad ideas? The human brain reacts to ideas counter to core beliefs in the same way it reacts to physical danger. Theirs is a generation that spent their whole lives in constant fear of a nonexistent enemy. They've learned to need that enemy, and whatever enemy fits the bill supplants the one before it. A whole generation ruled by fear.
Kinda pathetic, really.
So busy complaining they don't even appreciate what they have. Completely incapable of seeing why people outside of their tribe want the same things they do. Instead labeling these "outsiders" as "threats." C'mon, this is tribalism 101.
We need a psychotic split from this debased level of thinking.
In Fight Club, at the end of the book, it is revealed that Tyler's true target isn't the financial building where all the charges are rigged, rather it is the adjacent Museum of Natural History. "Those ancient people are dead. This is our world now."
I'm starting to think the best lesson I can teach my kids is not to listen to a god damn thing I say. This is their world now.
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Saturday, September 16, 2017
Death knoll for us industry
Sunday, September 10, 2017
Next Level Doodling
Friday, September 8, 2017
Cheapest solution to global warming
Thursday, September 7, 2017
Sunday, September 3, 2017
"Take a step towards freedom, it'll take two steps towards you"
Thursday, August 31, 2017
Sunday, August 27, 2017
Earth 1, Houston 0
https://youtu.be/35gjeT6Zsok
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Reboot
Today, we went to Kenwood Methodist to meet the preacher in order to set up a baptism for Elinor. My own views on religion have become something of anti-authoritarian lore, but Pastor Dan seems like a pretty cool dude.
On the ride there, Katy pulled up his background. Undergrad at VT and grad work in theology at Boston College. I asked what he did to get assigned to a church in Hanover, VA.
During the meeting, I found myself trying to figure out why I had such an "escape velocity" reaction to religion after being brought up in the church. After the recent back-and-forth with others on anarchist appeals to capitalism, I realized a common thread.
Both my reaction to religion and my reaction to work have the unmistakable correlation between having to do something and ending up hating it. I hate work because I have to do it to continue a comfortable but supremely wasteful capitalist life. Similarly, my inverse relationship to religion has a very strong root in having to go as a kid.
It doesn't stop there. I hate doing yard work because I had to do it as a kid. I hated school because I had to go. So, a surefire way for me to end up hating something is to make me think I have to do it. That doesn't mean my reaction is at all rational. Or warranted. Damn, I kinda liked being a bit self-righteous.
One of the questions Pastor Dan had was how we would raise them in a "Christian" home. I Since the thoughts above had been wandering through my head, I responded that my intention was to tell them the honest story of my own experience with religion and to let them make their own decision when they reach the age of reason. Just being honest.
Then, I realized something. I don't hate religion. Or religious people. If I give in to that, that's buying into the tired us vs. them mentality that is being peddled all too easily in this country. It's bullshit, and it's bad for ya. We've lost all sense of community in our country. Sweeping generalizations don't work in any situation. Surprisingly, one of the baptismal liturgy entries just had to be something straight out of an anarchist pamphlet, about "fighting oppression and injustice wherever they exist." How could I not enjoy a phrase like that? It seems the church has evolved a bit since I attended Sunday school.
Another reason I can no longer unilaterally condemn religion is that extreme viewpoints are never the correct ones, even ones that I am so tempted to take on my own. Yes, yes, one of the best things we can realize is that we are wrong. On almost any issue, the truth lies between two extremes. People get sucked into extreme positions too easily, and thanks to the way our brains work, we seek out only those who agree with us, and react defensively to any data or opinion that challenges our "beliefs." I can say that I hate extremist religion of any kind. But a disdain for extremism certainly isn't limited to religion.
In the same way I can condemn political extremism of any sort. The state of politics in this country is an extremely unfortunate result of political extremism. I don't feel the need to belabor this point, since it is being made, well, everywhere else.
Even scientists get sucked into extremist points of view. You'll find no dearth of scientists willing to blow off any point of view counter to the consensus scientific view. How is this different than taking a literal interpretation of the Bible? At that point, you're no different than religious fundamentalists. The scientific community is not immune to the failings of other human institutions. Just look at how many major discoveries went years after the death of their discoverers before being officially recognized, and you can draw parallels between religious and scientific institutions. An institution based on the scientific method should not be so quick to condemn data counter to currently-accepted theories, that's all.
It seems fewer and fewer people are centrists, and more and more are heading to the extremes, deluding themselves into thinking that their side has the right answer.
Where's all this going? I don't know. Introspection is a great thing. Too bad life in these United States no longer provides enough time for most to do it. Every once in a while, though, I get a fleeting chance to try and figure out what makes me me. A bit of it was happened upon today. Upon further inspection, I guess I have a pretty juvenile response to authority. But I don't mind being juvenile. Part of it is being naive enough to think that there's a better way. I know I'm definitely too lazy, by a wide, wide, wide margin, to implement any reforms or make any real difference in the world around me. I've never been a follow-through, details kind of guy. I like thinking, musing, brainstorming, but nose to the grindstone, following through? Not my thing at all. Guess I'll have another post on that at some point.
More and more, it seems that society is thrashing about, fervently trying to defy entropy as the civilization around us decays away. People seem busier than ever juggling their work, home, social media, gadgets, hobbies, etc., but are they really accomplishing anything? I know I'm not. Not really. Again, the lazy thing. My reaction to the worldly state of affairs is getting more and more apathetic. It's at the point where I really don't want to know what's going on out there. Reminds me of the Green Mile, where John explains that being able to feel how ugly everyone is to one another keeps him in constant pain. The election, the constant scandals, the hyper-dissemination of every random hyperbolic viewpoint at the speed of light. It's overwhelming. When we're at my parent's house, we are often bemoaning the lack of high-speed internet access. Perhaps we should be celebrating it instead? Do we really need more media overloading our puny human brains? I'm writing this when the wi-fi has been killed because I don't want the transmitter active near my newborn. Maybe I will get around to posting it tomorrow, maybe not. Does it matter? No. Wow, I keep learning things today. It's 00:59. Elinor will be up soon to have another bottle, so it's probably best if I end the braindump here. Ah, this post veers most garbled and veers most verbose.
But I do have to say that today I had a few experiences in meatspace that I didn't expect. One was going to a meeting with a preacher and having the conversation make me think, and having that thought trigger all this, which I have truly enjoyed writing.
The other one was Ryan rolling over and saying "I love you, Daddy" before falling asleep. So even I have to admit, for now, life is pretty damn good.
:)
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Jason's dream house
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Monday, June 5, 2017
Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Song of the career
Had my fill
Not too many choices in my day
But work until
The daylight fades as my dreams do
But I stand still, got to pay the bills
Some day I'll find some time
This voice in my head keeps on repeating
The dream is not dead but at rest
My life has all gone to these nights of machining
I'm down with this cause until death
I stay another day, I pray another way
It slipped through my fingers again
I stay another day, my life will have to wait
It slipped through my fingers
Slipped through my fingers again
Up at six, home at five, hit overtime
They make the dollar, I make the dime
When I get home the world is sleeping
And all my days, they fly by night
Some day I'll find the time
This voice in my head keeps on repeating
The dream is not dead but at rest
The years have dragged on
This life is my meaning
So i can provide all the best
It slipped through my fingers again
I stay another day, my life I dedicate
To do it all over
And do it all over again
When in doubt theres no second guessing
When I want out theres no escaping
Fight the doubt that echos in my head
So I'll suit up and show up again
This voice in my head keeps on repeating
The dream is not dead but at rest
The years have dragged on
This life is my meaning
So i can provide all the best
I stay another day, I pray another way
It slipped through my fingers again
I stay another day, my life I dedicate
To do it all over
And do it all over again
Monday, May 22, 2017
chews your destiny
Friday, May 19, 2017
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
the first taste.
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Soylent...green?
Monday, April 10, 2017
Oysterband does it again
And your TV screen is filled with snow
And the naked truth has an unmarked grave
Between the waves on your radio
And war is peace and peace is war
And less is more and yes is no
They want to tell you this, they want to tell you that
Just hold your hat when the black wind blows
Everywhere I go I hear what's going on
And the more I hear the less I know
Everywhere I go I hear what's going on
And the more I hear the less I know
And they're all tripped out on the ship of state
They're running late for the breakfast show
And God likes guns, doves are hawks
And Jesus walks in Idaho
And the food we buy won't go bad
But the cows are mad and the chickens glow
They want to tell you this, they want to sell you that
Just hold your hat when the black wind blows
And the more I hear the less I know
Everywhere I go I hear what's going on
And the more I hear the less I know
Saturday, April 1, 2017
Rules reinstated 3/25
Saturday, March 4, 2017
Collapse.....just in case it wasn't already obvious
PBS interview with "The real Indiana Jones"
That about sums it up. As we say at work every day lately, "It's all over except the arguing."
On another note, recommend switching from google to this search engine, which my Raspberry Pi defaults to:
Duck Duck Go - the search enginr that doesn't track you
Happy riding it down!
Thursday, March 2, 2017
Unplug
Sunday, February 5, 2017
Well that only took two weeks....
https://www.google.com/amp/www.cnbc.com/amp/2017/01/31/trumps-trade-war-may-have-already-begun.html?client=ms-android-att-us
Saturday, February 4, 2017
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
How to eject
https://www.border.gov.au/Trav/Work/Skil
Plan to put in a EOI to get the ball rolling, just in case!
Friday, January 27, 2017
Saturday, January 21, 2017
Song of the week
I'm an ordinary man
They don't tell me nothing
So I find out all I can
There's a fire that's been burning
Right outside my door
I can't see but I feel it
And it helps to keep me warm
So I, I don't mind
No I, I don't mind
Seems so long I've been waiting
Still don't know what for
There's no point mistaking
I don't worry anymore
I can come out to find you
I don't like to go outside
They can turn off my feelings
Like they're turning off the light
But I, I don't mind
No I, I don't mind
Oh I, I don't mind
No I, I don't mind
So take, take me home
'Cause I don't remember
Take, take me home
'Cause I don't remember
Take, take me home 'cause I've been a prisoner all my life
And I can say to you
Take that look of worry, mine's an ordinary life
Working when it's daylight
And sleeping when it's night
I've got no far horizons
I don't wish upon a star
They don't think that I listen
Oh but I know who they are
And I, I don't mind
No I, I don't mind
Oh I, I don't mind
No I, I don't mind
So take, take me home
'Cause I don't remember
Take, take me home
'Cause I don't remember
Take, take me home
'Cause I don't remember
Take, take me home, oh lord
Well I've been a prisoner all my life
And I can say to you
But I don't remember
Take, take me home
'Cause I don't remember
Take, take me home
Days 4 to 7
Friday, January 20, 2017
Nobody showed
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Monday, January 16, 2017
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Minimalism and data
So, I did use Google Takeout to back everything up before leaving. But now, it's just a few .zip files on my backup drive.
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Saturday, January 7, 2017
Awesome!
http://www.theonion.com/blogpost/when-youre-feeling-low-just-remember-ill-be-dead-i-31008
The fire rises
wow.
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