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Probiotic Fibers And Flatulence; My N=1

August 31, 2014 42 Comments

So, bottom line is that they bugs that co-feed on the various gases produced by the ones eating all those fibers seem to have taken up long-term residency in my gut.

Filed Under: General Tagged With: potato starch, prebiotics, probiotic, Resistant Starch

My First Post Is Up At Liberty.Me

August 30, 2014 5 Comments

Greetings, Fellow Anarchists.

If you’d like to join the gated community with a discount, use FREETHEANIMAL as your coupon. You’ll get a discount and they’ll hit me with a Hamilton if you do.

Filed Under: General Tagged With: anarchy

The New Nutritional Starvation Diet

August 29, 2014 32 Comments

Alright. Keep pounding nails into this Nutritional Starvation coffin, or just bury it alive?

Filed Under: General Tagged With: KETOSIS, low carb, VLC

Who Prefigured The Entire Microbiome Revolution?

August 28, 2014 12 Comments

 Take a look and listen.

He’s certainly right about this. But, out of his mind about this.

Filed Under: General Tagged With: gut biome

Hunters Of Wild Game Can’t Remain In Ketosis

August 28, 2014 14 Comments

The bottom line: there is simply too little fat available to be in a constant state of ketosis.

Filed Under: General Tagged With: KETOSIS, low carb, VLC

Life Drain? Money Drain? Or Both?

August 25, 2014 24 Comments

I ought to have learned this lesson from my The-Great-Depression surviving maternal grandparents; or, from my WWII surviving paternal grandparents, who managed to immigrate penniless to the former “Land of the Free” with 6 kids; to Ellis Island, in 1952. Greyhound Bus cross country to their sponsored settlement in Reno, Nevada. Five of them still live, including my dad. He was 14 when he got to America.

If not them, then I ought to have learned this crucial lesson from my maternal great grandmother, who had my grandmother at the age of 15 in 1919—after she ran away from home. Later, she had a son who went off to a great war in the Pacific as a navy enlisted man. I have the ironwood busts he acquired in Indonesia, to the left in the photo, to show for it. The busts to the right—slightly less weighty but still dense & heavy—as well as the centerpiece—I got myself in Penang, Malaysia, in 1988.

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Sometimes, I impose wife swapping.

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Grandnana raised two kids as a single mom during the Depression. Maxine (she had too many last names in her life for me to assign a specific one), my great grandmother, lived until I was 28 and was of sound mind until I was about 25. In my earliest youth, she was literally my favorite person in the world, and I think my mom had the wisdom to want it that way. Every trip from Reno, over Donner Pass, to see Grandnana at the San Joaquin River Club rural development south of Tracy, CA, was like a trip to a theme park (It was far greater in the 1960s than it is now: it’s a dump now).

It was a great big deal to me.

The hardships she faced in her life and overcame… Wow. That would include a head-on collision in the mid-60s, when she was 65, on the 2-lane road up to Tracy at night, in her big Dodge sedan. Nobody wearing seat belts. She lived, though she spent 6 months in a body cast in a convalescent home but years later, in her 70s, took an international, month-long trip to The Holly Land—now the Middle East Conflicted Region, in perpetuity. The six people in the VW—including an infant and a dog—all perished. They crossed the line, not her.

On my mother’s side, they always tended to know real assets from fluff. Go through the garages, and they’re filled with forged and machined tools—of personal capital value. They bought used cars, usually. Paid cash, usually. They had very little debt. The failure of State, i.e., the Depression (pawned off on “Capitalism”), motivated this. Unfortunately, they later all fell victim to the regurgitate scam: Fucking Franklin fucking Delano fucking Roosevelt. Successful scam, though. Still going strong. Snake oil that has the magical power to steal from other people to finance your values is strong medicine.

My grandfather owned a number of undeveloped properties and a few rental houses he and his brothers built. He owned all of them outright and he’d come to California in the 30s or 40s as a poor Idaho Mormon from Malad, ID, the oldest of about 13 kids. Over the decades, he financed all of his siblings to come out to California. Paid for their weddings too. He was no magnate of capitalism. He was an artist. A deer hunting, bird hunting, fly tying, fisherman artist. But his artistic, hand painted signs in and outside of all the Reno casinos in the 50s, 60s, and 70s, are what all the cheep plexiglass you see now, replace.

Place your bets!

…I grew up at 4040 W. 4th St. in Reno, NV, now 4040 Goodsell Ln. You can Google Earth or map it. Check the satellite view. What’s notable now is that though the long greenbelt to the north, along the Truckee River that was our playground looks the same, the general housing landscape has changed from solidly rural to quasi-suburban. That house to the right of 4040 was where the classic river house my artist grandfather, Clarence Goodsell, built, stood for decades…now replaced by a Billionaire’s monstrosity encompassing even the large lot that stood between our two places and where, as a kid going to nana’s place in the dark, I had to run faster than the assuredly evil monsters behind me.

Monsters are evil and they want to eat your fresh flesh. That’s the point. Even they understand glycogen depletion.

…The last two weeks I’ve been doing exactly what I told you I’d do. Friday, about noon, I left the cabin, drove to San Jose, got stuck in debilitating, life-draining traffic at 2PM in San Jose.

I told Beatrice last night:

Understand me. If it was not for you and the doggies, I would never ever set foot in the South Bay, ever again. Ever. Eventually, I would take pride in never coming to this shit hole.

To me, the entire thing is 99% vampire, and I feel my blood being drained by the minute. There is simply no language created yet that would allow me to express my depth of loathing for the whole fiasco without just tossing off a few fucktard-esque epithets.

All I ever care to do is have a visit now and then to a dense, urban environment: San Francisco, New York, Hong Kong, Paris. Yea, that’s it. My 4 favorite (left a ton off the list I have been to). There are a few I’d still like to see. Buenos Ares. Sao Paulo. London. Berlin. Kuala Lumpur. Santiago. Miami. Milan. Havana?

Otherwise, it’s rural and ruraler, for me.

Do you know what a pleasure it is to walk into the hardware store in Placerville, California, walk on 2×6 planks worn from over a hundred years of foot traffic, get any piece of obscure partage you might need—even if they only sell 2 units per year—vs. going to Home Depot, Lowes, or OSH (now owned by Lowes) and having only available what they sell a lot of?

Trickle Down Collectivism.

So what I sit here, wondering—having done most everything, including starting a company from a bedroom and doing millions per year with dozens of employees—is what I really wanted to do. What did that 20 years of life earn me? What did it cost me? I don’t know. Would I give up the experience? Maybe no, but only because I knew no alternative (confounding variables). What if, for instance, I had set off, again? I don’t know. I’m attempting to give hindsight, as a clue to foresight.

I’m not writing this post for voters over 30. You’re already lost, have to make your own way. I write this post for high shoolers and 20 somethings.

You do not have to do what everyone admonishes. You should go with your heart. Hopefully, I touched it, if just a bit. You have the essentials. That’s all I ever want to give. Beyond that, you think for yourself and you’re on your own.

Filed Under: General

Just Piss In The Italian Wedding Soup Then

August 22, 2014 22 Comments

I’ve always liked the sign above the cash register in cafes throughout America: “We Reserve The Right To Refuse Service.”

Freedom Of Association means nothing in the “Land of the Free,” anymore.

Government to Farmers: Host Same-Sex Wedding or Pay a $13,000 Fine

But the New York State Division of Human Rights doesn’t see things this way. On August 8, it fined Cynthia and Robert Gifford $13,000 for acting on their belief that marriage is the union of a man and woman and thus declining to rent out their family farm for a same-sex wedding celebration. The Human Rights Commission ruled that “the nature and circumstances of the [Giffords’s] violation of the Human Rights Law also warrants a penalty.”

I make no meaningless distinctions between property, incidentally. Home or business, all the same to me—and how long until an AirBNB host that rents out a spare bedroom or den (while they’re home) will be compelled to rent it to a gay couple, should that violate their values or comfort zone?

For well over a decade I have supported the equal freedom of gays and lesbians to associate, up to and including any “privileges” bestowed by the State, that other folks “enjoy.” I have a number of gay and lesbian friends, singles and couples—some that have been couples for 30 years. But apparently, the freedom to associate isn’t enough and you’re going to have association shoved down your throat like a gay porn film, whether you like it or not.

That support I’ve lent—both verbally and in writing, including on this blog—hereby ends and I would encourage others to do likewise and put out the word, and why. I’ll reconsider should ever I see substantial efforts at housekeeping.

This is what happens when fighting over cannibal pot hysteria—who goes in the pot and who gets to feast. People get gluttonous when others are picking up the tab.

Oh, and yea, there’s this, from the same article.

The Giffords must pay a $1,500 mental anguish fine to each of the women and pay $10,000 in civil damages penalty to New York State. If they can’t pay in 60 days, a nine percent interest rate will be added to that total. Like Jack Phillips of Masterpiece Cakeshop, the Giffords must also institute anti-discrimination re-education classes and procedures for their staff.

Get it?

(HT: A.B. Dada)

Filed Under: General Tagged With: gay rights

Podcast Interview: Paleolithic vs. Neolithic Social Power

August 22, 2014 7 Comments

Finally, someone interviewed me about something other than food and guts. Moreover, something I think I speak with more authority, as I’ve been studying and writing about this stuff for 23 years and there’s not an argument in the universe I haven’t seen 100 times.

Justin Wisor is a young fella of about 21 but unless I told you that, you’d never guess from his voice and insights he already possesses. What a podcasting voice. Watch out, Angelo Coppola. :) Oh, to have gotten a 10 year jump on this powerful way of thinking for yourself, under your own exclusive authority.

Have a listen.

Filed Under: General Tagged With: anarchism, anarchy, communism, culture, politics, socialism

Observing Myself Get Fucktarded: Eating Crappy For a Month

August 21, 2014 45 Comments

I didn’t set out to do an experiment and in fact, it’s not even as poorly controlled as are most of my haphazard hacks. So, rather than call it a “self experiment,” I think I’m going with: “observing myself get fucktarded.” Deal?

I just fell into it. Around the last week or two of July, in the midst of moving to where I’d be living in three places at various times, I migrated into two things of import:

  1. Stopped cooking (many reasons, including selling my gas range). So, mostly restaurant, take-out, some fast food—but I tried to keep it real. So, for example, in Fat Head style: burger and drink, hold the fries usually.
  2. Was taking zero supplements, including PS (or any other RS or fermentable fiber supplementally), and zero probiotics from either my recommended stash or dairy-based.
  3. Neither sought ought gluten grain products, nor avoided them when they were around.

But, I was also pretty physically active, and it ended up that I was feeling great, and so at a point, I thought: why not continue this season of debauchery and see where it takes me?

Observations:

  1. I had diminished appetite almost all the time. It was actually weirdly uncharacteristic. Whereas, I could always finish a burger, fries and drink meal, I was leaving a few bites and sometimes even more of just the burger.
  2. I lost weight—about 8 pounds in 3-4 weeks. I’m not really ready yet to go into what I think I know in terms of long-term weight loss using RS (see my post here, see Grace’s recent post here), but since this began about 18 months ago, I’ve knocked off about 15 pounds or so in total, with 8 of them in the last month on no supplemental RS.
  3. Kinda roller coaster in terms of going from fucking awesome sleep to crap no sleep; and as well, going from a euphoric state of well being to having a deep understanding of Robin Williams’ plight (a little hyperbole for the masses, there).

But here’s the real kicker and it just began a couple of days ago, and has intensified: I’m back to having mildly chronic nasal congestion, itching, sneezing, runny nose and drip.

SO, I’m headed back to the regular routine, starting today. Just can’t tolerate the nose crap. But the appetite and weight loss are mystifying to me and I tried not even one little bit. If anything, I tried to not try.

‘Splain it to me.

Filed Under: General Tagged With: gut biome, weight loss

Richard Ridiculous

August 20, 2014 6 Comments

I lafed at myself over the podcast interview I did yesterday, beginning about 35 minutes in, here. Spent a good hour being interviewed by John Harris and Andrew Weaver, two pretty funny guys.

We basically talk about gut health in general, Paleo diet, barely get to resistant starch in the hour we had. But it was totally open format, lots of bouncing around.

35 minutes in, if you dare. It was fun chatting.

Filed Under: General Tagged With: gut biome

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