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Beating Death

Because my five readers are such special people, I feel morally obligated to share this information with you. We six, plus my husband, are going to beat death. On second thought, my husband is probably eagerly awaiting its sweet release, so it may be only we six.

PBS and NPR are the best inventions ever. Ever! (And Itunes and podcasts! Also best invention ever!) We can thank PBS for this “Nova Science Now” program about how scientists are figuring out the clues to longevity: high HDL, the SIR2 gene, and calorie restricted diets. There will be no calorie restricted diet in my house, but Resveratrol is available in capsule form, and I just took two!

Please watch the segment. It’s worth twelve minutes of your time. Then if you feel trusting enough that supplements provide benefit (please check out a neutral supplement testing company like Consumer Labs before purchasing any), take your resveratrol (or drink 1000 glasses of red wine per day) and make sure to keep your HDL levels high:

In the report, the researchers cite niacin, also called nicotinic acid or vitamin B3, as the most effective medication for raising HDL cholesterol, leading to increases of 20 percent to 35 percent. Fibrate therapy is also effective, they said, producing an average increase of 10 percent to 25 percent. Statins are the least effective of the three drug classes, used primarily to reduce LDL cholesterol, raising HDL levels by 2 percent to 15 percent. When used in combination, low-dose statins and high-dose niacin have been shown to produce benefits of 21 percent to 26 percent.

Drinking 1000 glasses of red wine per day will also do the trick. Don’t worry, they’ll be able to grow us new livers from our own cells any day now!

A happy and healthy day to you!

Early Haiku

Sometimes, the older one gets, the more one wonders the big questions like, “What is my purpose here?” And in exceedingly rare moments, the universe whispers an answer…

I have been so busy with school (what kind of fool signs up for five classes when working full-time?) that the last three weeks have blended together as if one day. The last two weeks I have had exams, so in addition to normal coursework, I had to schedule in studying. Saturday, my husband and I volunteered at the local Oktoberfest, which while fun, ate up an entire studying day. These days I need all the extra time I can squeeze out of each hour.

I have been so busy that I didn’t even watch the last three games of the Os season (who could have foreseen that day–you should see how happy my husband has been lately). I have been so busy that I haven’t had time to read or reply to emails. I haven’t even kept up with my blogger friends.

Taking a brief breather from working, I just spent a few minutes catching up on Mindpinball. There, I learned my purpose. It is to share my haiku power to help him win his football pool. After all, look at all the good energy I brought to the Os this season. Okay, nevermind, nevermind. Anyway, without my advice, Mindpinball goes astray and does not always pick the Ravens in his football pool. This starts a self-destructive and tragic cycle of self-blame and loathing, “Is it my fault the hometown team is losing, because I am not giving them my support?” “Is my lust for winning tarnishing my soul?” And the one question that troubles us the most, “Who would Jesus pick?”

Mindpinball is a good person and we do not want him to suffer this way. Sometimes haiku can heal the world and that seems to be my purpose here.

So in preparation for next week:

Do not blame yourself.
To err is human. (I heard.)
We learn from mistakes.

This week you start fresh.
No matter. Your wife will win.
God loves a good joke.

We cheer for MP!
May the wind be at your back,
and the stars align.

Listen to your heart.
The head only knows so much.
Head plus heart is smart.

Numbers don’t tell all.
Find who looks like George Sherrill.
Pick that team to win.

And now, because I am so tired that I took the wrong exit coming home, I will wrap this up and hope that Mindpinball’s football pool brings him abundant riches this week.

Gas

Sometimes a surplus of gas can cost you jail time. In Charlotte, however, we would be happy for any delivery of this valuable resource. We are out. Clean out. I realize that I’m often facetious in my posts, but this time, I’m being serious. Hurricane Ike cut off our supply and over the last two weeks supplies have been dwindling. First, the premium grades sold out, a hardship for me as in sixteen years, I have never pumped anything other than 93 grade into my gas tank. In the past few days, more and more stations have closed to the point that it’s difficult to find any open station.

Ordinarily, I only need a refill once a month, but since the start of school, my gas consumption has increased considerably. Today, for the first time (apart from being a passenger in my parent’s car during the 70s shortage), I was forced to be one of the drivers waiting in a long gas line. After an hour and a half wait, I was allowed to pump 6.5 gallons, and was grateful for that.

A large delivery of gas is scheduled in Charlotte tomorrow. I am disappointed. I was hoping for a few more days of shortage. I want a rest and am convinced that the world won’t end if everyone slows down for a few days and stays home. Work canceled, school canceled…if you ask me, that sounds like heaven. Plus, I think shortages are a good reminder that natural resources are finite and the sooner we can move to a renewable and cleaner energy supply, and alter our lifestyles to be more eco-friendly, the better off we’ll be.

Meanwhile a tropical storm is just off the coast and heading our way. We have experienced a lot of strong winds today and some power outages, but overall the storm is too weak to cancel work. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I’ve never grown out of wishing for small natural events to cancel work. It’s too early to wish for a blizzard, but we were so close with the gas shortage, and now the tropical storm. But no, no hope anywhere you turn.

I have even played the lotto three times in the last two weeks. The jackpot is now $200 million and we didn’t win a single dollar of it on the way up. What I wouldn’t give to call in rich.

For the love of God, what does it take to get a day off around here?

A Public Service Announcement

The following is a public service announcement.

Yesterday, I had a random thought. I decided to create a list of things that could turn otherwise mentally stable people into the Unabomber. I didn’t have to think for very long before I came up with a comprehensive list. Here it is.

Things That Make Otherwise Stable People Become the Unabomber
1) Windows Vista

That’s it! That’s the whole list. Perhaps we have been too judgmental about Ted Kaczynski. He was a smart guy. Maybe he built a time machine, went forward in time, bought a laptop with Vista installed because he had no other freaking choice, and then used it for six months before the circuitry in his brain completely melted down. Maybe then he came back in time to try to save us from ourselves but we wouldn’t listen. Did he target Microsoft? Because he should have. He definitely should have found the people who unleashed this horrible product onto the unsuspecting public and held them hostage, and then made them use Vista with a deadline looming over them. There is no question that Vista was not tested, at all, before being released.

Okay, okay, don’t get yourself worked up. I understand that I probably shouldn’t joke about the unabomber, but unless you have suffered the ills of Vista, you don’t know. You just don’t know.

I thought that I suffered a lot last year when our wireless Internet mysteriously stopped working. That doesn’t even come close to comparing to what it’s like to have Vista. Vista is like having the FBI blast “We Are Family” by Sister Sledge at a deafening volume, in a continuous loop for eight straight weeks outside your compound, if say, you had a compound. Vista is like going to Camden Yards to watch the Orioles and having every other fan in the stadium be a Red Sox fan. If the US government wanted to torture people, forget Guantanamo. Give them a deadline and sit them in front of a computer running Vista. They would confess anything you wanted them to confess.

I will spare you the ten page description of how Vista has tormented me over the last six months, but here is a brief summary of just the last three weeks. Labor Day was spent, not having fun, not having a cookout with friends. No. It was spent rebuilding my laptop because it came installed with a trial version of Office 2007. When I tried to uninstall Office 2007, not only would it not uninstall, but it also permanently broke my licensed version of Office. Reinstalling the licensed version was to no avail. Nothing I did would fix it. I had no choice but to try to clean up the registry. After two hours of tediously removing items from the registry line by line, following exactly the detailed instructions, I attempted to reboot my pc. I’m sure you have already guessed what happened. There was no rebooting. At that point, I turned the computer over to my husband and poured myself a martini while he worked his magic. Only four short hours later I had a working computer again.

Then there is the blue circle. In XP if an application crashes, just that application crashes. In Vista, the whole system stops running and you have the pleasure of watching a little rotating blue circle symbolically reminding you that you have entered the Circles of Hell for long spans of time, often the entire afternoon. The system clock stops. There is no task manager. All you can do is wait. Sometimes three minutes, sometimes five, sometimes twenty, and on one painful day recently, thirty minutes before I resorted to the cold boot to temporarily escape my torment. The worst part is that there is absolutely no discernible pattern, no way to predict when the circle will appear, nothing you can do to avoid it.

Yesterday, I saw my last circle. Trying to get homework done in time for a deadline, the spinning blue circle undid me. I broke down weeping uncontrollably, releasing six months of pent up frustration. A person just doesn’t deserve to be treated that way. When a computer reduces a person to tears, it’s time to give up on it. I retrieved my old laptop and starting moving files as soon as I had access again, (which was characteristically only intermittent for the rest of the day). I told my husband, who always takes Vista’s side, that I don’t care if he sets the computer on fire, I don’t care what he does to reset it, as long as it’s running Vista, I will never touch it again. Ever.

Dear Reader, please learn from my mistakes (since I seem meant to serve as a warning to others). For your own protection, do not buy a computer running Vista, do not use a computer running Vista, do not even look at a computer running Vista. If for some odd reason you are uncomfortable with all the comparative happiness in your life, if you feel some inexplicable need to inflict punishment on yourself, you’d do better to call the FBI and leave an anonymous tip on yourself. Don’t forget to mention that you hate the Sister Sledge.

Good Luck Mindpinball!

It’s football season. After the way the way the Colts did me dirty, I have never developed a lasting affection or more than a fleeting interest in the sport, but in the absence of my own interest, it’s now a tradition at Enchanting Sunshine to cheer for Mindpinball to win his football pool. There is just one rule: always pick the Ravens. (And if UMBC happens to make it to the Final Four, we have also learned that we must pick them. Right?!! :-)) Of course, I also cheer for Mindpinball’s wife every week. We girls have to stick together.

Pressed for time, I had to rush this week’s haiku for Mindpinball. Please show him your support and think good thoughts for him this weekend.

He deliberates
His wife uses her instinct
Intuition wins.

Women always know.
Pretty colors and feelings
These things steer us right.

Logic, Mindpinball
Is where you make your mistake
The world is chaos.

May you win this week,
Ravens bring you good karma
Choose them you must, friend.

Good luck, Mindpinball!

SNL Parody

Some humor to get you through the election season:

124 days to go. :-)

Hopelessness

Today, on September 11, I found myself suddenly crying after listening to a news story. The story wasn’t about what you might expect, the anniversary of the 9/11 attacks, it was about how racist and hopelessly worthless we are as a citizenry. The story, Does Race Matter in the Election featured 13 voters from York, PA. They were asked who they intended to vote for in November, why and whether race was a factor in their decision.

There were discouraging comments like this: “No, I don’t think that’s the case,” Getty responds. “She has more executive experience than he does. He was a community organizer. Nobody’s ever told me what a community organizer is.” and this: “I can’t recall any privilege that I got because I was white,” Getty says. “I mean, I went to city schools. But I don’t know of anything that I got because I was white that the black kids couldn’t have gotten the same thing.” Okay. No big deal. He’s not representative of everyone, right?

And then there were people like this:

Margie Orr recalls that hers was the first black family to move to their suburb. That was in 1963.

“We weren’t wanted there, of course, and the whites did everything they could to intimidate us to get us to move,” Orr says. “But my parents were staunch-hearted people. We weren’t going to budge. So, of course, we stayed there. We endured it all: the break-ins, the house being messed up, the whole nine yards, being called niggers.”

Orr dabs at her eyes when questioning why diversity has to be enforced.

“I mean, my parents taught me to love everybody. So I’m saying, ‘But you have to be taught to love me?’” she says. “That’s hard to understand.”

Okay, terrible. It hurts to even hear. But times are different now, right? Right?? We’re far past that as a society. Sure there are people who don’t believe in evolution and we’ve regressed a couple hundred years regarding our science education, but in terms of race relations, except for a few pockets in the South, we’re enlightened now.

Except…

Jeff Lobach, a white attorney, says he is surprised by the intolerance he sees in York today.

“White people are almost invariably shocked when they hear some of the things that African-Americans have to put up with,” Lobach says. “It cuts across economic groups, too. African-American professionals in this town are treated differently. These are highly paid folks who are part of the ‘haves’ right now. We have had incidents where white lawyers won’t shake the hand of a black lawyer.”

Is this the same York, PA that is just north of Baltimore? The one I went to for outlet shopping a few times in high school? Same one right? Quaint town? In the NORTH?

And here is where tears involuntarily rolled down my cheeks:

Leah Moreland, the woman who said she grew up sheltered from prejudice, plans to vote for McCain. Party loyalty is also part of her decision. But her cultural compass also comes into play. She says her gut tells her not to trust Obama.

“I look at Obama, and I have a question in my mind,” she says. “Years ago, was he taken into the Muslim faith? And my concern is the only way you are no longer a Muslim is if you are dead, killed. So in my mind, he’s still alive.”

Although Barack Obama has said repeatedly he is not a Muslim and has never been a Muslim, Moreland is still unconvinced.

“There is something about him I don’t trust,” she says. “I don’t care how good a speaker he is, I just can’t trust him.”

The truth just doesn’t matter. Any effort to convince people to pursue the truth is a waste of my time. They will just refuse to believe anything other than what they want to believe. I am continually amazed at the low standards people hold themselves to, how little effort they make to become a better person, a better member of society, to overcome their own prejudices, how little effort to become informed on a topic before making a decision, how little interest there is in the truth. The truth absolutely does not matter, especially when we are so good at denying any possibility that we could be wrong. How can we be so easily content with our own irrational and immoral behavior?

On the anniversary of September 11, an event that could have been a wonderful instrument to shake us out of complacency, to help us to grow, look outside of our own narrow world view, to become culturally self-aware, seven years later, we’re no better and in fact, quite worse, as a nation than before 2001. We’ve forsaken a rare opportunity for growth.

That, is one of the worst tragedies there is and really makes me feel hopeless.

Some Political Facts

Linguist George Lakoff describes in his books how humans form beliefs and opinions based on frames. We have a system of values and no matter how irrefutable the facts or evidence to contradict our beliefs, we will reject it. In short, we believe what we want to believe, no matter what the facts say. Politicians are very smart about this, and sadly, getting smarter. Once they create a frame, we simpletons, latch onto it, and allow ourselves to be manipulated. I want to believe that we can stop the cycle of being victims of misinformation, that we are capable of rising above it, and making intelligent decisions based on facts.

My goal is to help you identify frames, and make decisions consciously, letting facts as well as values guide your voting (and all) decisions. I will have a long post on this subject shortly. For now, I want to warm you up by asking you to visit Fact Check.org. Challenge yourself to open your mind and evaluate the evidence on both sides. Yes, I do realize that this is largely pointless, but I have to try anyway.

Here is some info on Obama
Here is some info on McCain
GOP Spin, Part 1 Spin
GOP Spin, Part 2 More Spin
Palin and the Bridge to Nowhere here and here

And finally, what Obama actually said about lipstick:

Obama’s reference to swift boating was to the Swift Boat Veterans for Truth, an outside group that in 2004 made unsubstantiated allegations about Democratic nominee John Kerry’s decorated military record in Vietnam.

In his initial comments Tuesday, Obama was delivering a dissertation about McCain and President Bush — not Palin — when he used the lipstick aphorism. In fact, his reference to the Alaska governor later on was a defense of her strong belief in religion.

The lipstick maxim is hardly new to either Obama or McCain. The Democrat has used it in the past, and McCain repeated the folksy metaphor when he criticized Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton on health care. McCain was never accused of being sexist when he uttered those words.

Bless your heart, I will have plenty more political posts before the election.

Hypocrisy

What would we do without Jon Stewart?

This is beautiful!

Pay Off Debt

Am so busy. Barely time to brush teeth. Wanted to send quick message.

Forecasts for economy are bleak. Please, listen to Suze Orman, pay off debt now: Freedom.

Exciting news in house of Enchanting Sunshine…will update soon.

Sending love and peace your way!