‘Restricted-Calorie Diet May Not Lead to Longevity’
In a 20-something-year study, “NIA monkeys fed a calorie-restricted diet didn't live any longer than monkeys on a higher-calorie diet. No matter what they ate, maximum lifespan seems to hover around 40 years of age. Half the monkeys that began the study as youngsters were still alive, but the researchers say, based on survival patterns, they predict the remaining calorie-restrictors and controls will all live to be about the same age.”
But wait!
“These latest findings are at odds with the WNPRC study in which calorie-restricted monkeys have far outlived the controls.”
http://gma.yahoo.com/restricted-calorie-diet-may-not-lead-longevity-180923384--abc-news-health.html
(Since the 1970s, we were told we pretty much would have a heart attack and die if we looked at a whole egg. Gazing at a egg yolk would cause arteries to immediately close up, shutting off all blood flow. Then in the late 1990s, researchers decided one whole egg a day was part of a healthy diet. So now restricting calories doesn’t matter/yes it does matter. Researchers/studies and etc. say so.
(Here's something for researchers to consider: We don't believe anything you say, unless it fits what we believe. Just as researchers find results grant-payers want, so we decide what to believe.)
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Addendum to ‘Supper tonight’
While the cornbread cooked, I sliced a tomato and an onion and then went to the living room to watch whatever was on MLB Network. I left the tomato and the onion on the cutting board on the island.
When Priscilla got home from work, I went back to the kitchen to check on the cornbread and more better put things together for supper.
There was no tomato on the cutting board. The sliced onion was there, but the tomato was gone. All of it. It had been a big tomato, but now it was no more.
I’m sure White Dog did it. White Dog searches the kitchen when Priscilla and I are somewhere else in the house. He is a big dog – 85 pounds, standard poodle – and long enough to put his front paws on the countertop and reach his nose to just about everything.
One evening I washed several medium (three-inch) potatoes as specified for a recipe and then decided those were too many for Priscilla and me. I put three on a paper towel to dry on the countertop. When Priscilla and I were eating supper, I heard a chewing noise. I checked. White Dog was in the living room, eating a potato. I took him and the remains to the back porch and then went to get the other two potatoes and put them away.
There were no two other potatoes.
With the great tomato caper, I just sliced another.
White Dog is a healthy dog.
When Priscilla got home from work, I went back to the kitchen to check on the cornbread and more better put things together for supper.
There was no tomato on the cutting board. The sliced onion was there, but the tomato was gone. All of it. It had been a big tomato, but now it was no more.
I’m sure White Dog did it. White Dog searches the kitchen when Priscilla and I are somewhere else in the house. He is a big dog – 85 pounds, standard poodle – and long enough to put his front paws on the countertop and reach his nose to just about everything.
One evening I washed several medium (three-inch) potatoes as specified for a recipe and then decided those were too many for Priscilla and me. I put three on a paper towel to dry on the countertop. When Priscilla and I were eating supper, I heard a chewing noise. I checked. White Dog was in the living room, eating a potato. I took him and the remains to the back porch and then went to get the other two potatoes and put them away.
There were no two other potatoes.
With the great tomato caper, I just sliced another.
White Dog is a healthy dog.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Meanwhile, in the Dumb School Department ...
Why did teacher give students test answers?
Well, “they’re dumb as hell.”
Oh.
http://atlanta.cbslocal.com/2012/08/28/school-teacher-helps-students-cheat-because-she-says-theyre-dumb-as-hell/
“Smith’s case was part of a larger investigation that implicated approximately 180 public school teachers …”
Read this paragraph and say with me: What?
“We are working around the clock to engage our partners and move our agenda forward," said Tisha Edwards, chief of staff for the (Baltimore) school system. "Every transaction has a business purpose in mind."
Oh, well, hell, that explains the almost $500,000 spent during the past year and a half on a $7,300 office retreat at a downtown hotel, $300-per-night stays at hotels, and a $1,000 dinner at an exclusive members-only club. Or, as a district official put it, “the cost of doing business.”
There are all kinds of numbers preceded by $, which without the vertical line stands for “Stupid.”
http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/maryland/baltimore-city/bs-md-ci-schools-credit-cards-20120810,0,4819531.story?page=1
Fark.com.
Well, “they’re dumb as hell.”
Oh.
http://atlanta.cbslocal.com/2012/08/28/school-teacher-helps-students-cheat-because-she-says-theyre-dumb-as-hell/
“Smith’s case was part of a larger investigation that implicated approximately 180 public school teachers …”
Read this paragraph and say with me: What?
“We are working around the clock to engage our partners and move our agenda forward," said Tisha Edwards, chief of staff for the (Baltimore) school system. "Every transaction has a business purpose in mind."
Oh, well, hell, that explains the almost $500,000 spent during the past year and a half on a $7,300 office retreat at a downtown hotel, $300-per-night stays at hotels, and a $1,000 dinner at an exclusive members-only club. Or, as a district official put it, “the cost of doing business.”
There are all kinds of numbers preceded by $, which without the vertical line stands for “Stupid.”
http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/maryland/baltimore-city/bs-md-ci-schools-credit-cards-20120810,0,4819531.story?page=1
Fark.com.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
We've got to do something!
“Today, for example, there is much gnashing of teeth in the media because Democrats and Republicans can’t seem to get together to create a bipartisan plan for government intervention to solve our current economic problems.
“Those who cry out that the government should ‘do something’ never even ask for data on what has actually happened when the government did something, compared to what actually happened when the government did nothing. That could be a very enlightening trip through the archives.” – Thomas Sowell.
http://attackmachine.com/blog/
(Not only do the “do-somethings” not look at history, they also do not have answers for what the “something” should be. Create jobs? Doing what? Fund shovel-ready projects. Who’s going to use the shovels? One of Bill Veeck’s baseball managers, asked why he made certain decisions in a game, replied, “Things were going so bad I had to do something.” Veeck contrasted that answer with one from Casey Stengel. “Well, it reminded me of a game in 1932 in Binghampton …” Stengel knew. The other guy guessed.)
“Those who cry out that the government should ‘do something’ never even ask for data on what has actually happened when the government did something, compared to what actually happened when the government did nothing. That could be a very enlightening trip through the archives.” – Thomas Sowell.
http://attackmachine.com/blog/
(Not only do the “do-somethings” not look at history, they also do not have answers for what the “something” should be. Create jobs? Doing what? Fund shovel-ready projects. Who’s going to use the shovels? One of Bill Veeck’s baseball managers, asked why he made certain decisions in a game, replied, “Things were going so bad I had to do something.” Veeck contrasted that answer with one from Casey Stengel. “Well, it reminded me of a game in 1932 in Binghampton …” Stengel knew. The other guy guessed.)
Supper tonight
Frijoles pintos, greens, cornbread, pork chops, tomato slices, sliced onion, ice tea. Ice cream dessert -- day 3 on a Sonic Blast w/Reese's Pieces.
It’s a guess, spitting off the forecastle and hoping the wind’s blowing out
“Poverty is returning to Europe," Jan Zijderveld, the head of Unilever's European business told the Financial Times Deutschlandin an interview.”
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/finance/financialcrisis/9501771/Unilever-sees-return-to-poverty-in-Europe.html
One thing – If Europe goes down the tubes, we still have that big ocean to the east, and nobody in Europe has anything that will reach us, except airliners and ships. No bombers, no missiles.
Found at maggiesfarm.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/finance/financialcrisis/9501771/Unilever-sees-return-to-poverty-in-Europe.html
One thing – If Europe goes down the tubes, we still have that big ocean to the east, and nobody in Europe has anything that will reach us, except airliners and ships. No bombers, no missiles.
Found at maggiesfarm.
Monday, August 27, 2012
When it's time to be planted ...
The first couple of pages of a story I've been working on:
FIRST SERGEANT
When reaching the age at which he should consider such things, First Sergeant (Ret.) Reynaud Joseph Hochster gave great thought to his burial clothes. Class A uniform, of course, AG-344 (AG meaning Army Green) and not that limp blue thing the Army decided every soldier should wear, soldiers looking more like doormen than any Marine in dress blues, and that took a lot of doing, out-doormanning a Marine. You had to give props to the jarheads in one respect, though – the USMC green uniform looked better than anything the Army ever came up with. The Eisenhower jacket was close, and Hochster sometimes thought the Army should have brought back the short jacket, rather than screwing up with the blues. But the Army was never known for unscrewing anything (ditto the Air Force, the Navy & etc.), although getting rid of the black beret as standard headgear came close. Besides, Hochster considered, concerning the Eisenhower jacket, even a hint of stomach size problem made a soldier look tubby. Not Hochster, though. Hochster had never looked tubby, even in his later days, when exercise was only a bad memory; even then Hochster maintained a slender build.
So AG-344 it was for burial, Class A, jacket adorned with ribbons and badges and other accoutrements – the CIB; some ribbons eaerned by actually doing something; many of the “I stuck around long enough somebody told me I was supposed to wear these” type ribbons; expert badge for pistol, rifle and machine gun. Hochster did not have jump wings or pathfinder wings or air assault wings. He was a grunt, a groundpounder, and he saw no sense in leaving the ground except on a transport plane that would land here and pick him up, fly for a time, and then land somewhere else and he would walk off. Hochster agreed with the Old Leg Soldier antipathetical axiom concerning Airborne: “Only a fool jumps out of a perfectly good airplane,” as well as the other saying, guaranteed to initiate some conflict when shouted at any bar or club near The Home of the Airborne School at Fort Benning: “Only two things fall out of the sky – bird shit and airborne.” Hochster himself had never shouted anything in a crowded bar in Columbus, Ga., or Phenix City, Ala., but he had given, and received, his share of knuckle sandwiches.
In his later soldiering years, though, pounding the ground in leather personnel carriers changed to riding on or in armored personnel carriers, the APCs another means of transportation to a point where Hochster and his soldiers would get off and walk. Always there was the walking.
After a time of considering his burial clothes, Hochster wondered if the Class A uniform would stand up to whatever locale Death deposited him. What if he was taken to a jungle? Or to a desert or snow-clad mountains or plains? Or even to a place of temperate climate? Class A’s would not be the uniform of choice. And what if there were bad guys at the new place? Hochster would need firearms. At least one, and that one preferably a rifle. He knew it is better to have a long gun on a short-range gunfight than the other way ‘round.
So, although he decreed burial in Class A, Hochster specified that his coffin also contain: one set of jungle fatigues; winter underwear (just in case); jungle boots; two pairs of good, civilian boot socks; a black canvas belt with field buckle; and a bush hat. With clothing decided, Hochster instructed that he also be accompanied with a hard plastic gun case containing: one Springfield Armory M1A (the nearest comparable M14 rifle available) with cleaning kit in stock; canvas sling; five loaded magazines; and two 60-round bandoliers. Hochster considered adding a Colt M1911A1 pistol, magazines and ammunition but then decided, How far do I want to go with this? Why not just buy a ten-foot-square CONEX container and put in a jeep, MOGAS, five-gallon cans and a couple of cases of MREs and leave space for my body? Nope, the rifle and ammunition should be enough.
And so it was, when the day came, Hochster was buried IAW instructions, accompanied by six pallbearers, two road guards and one to count cadence.
FIRST SERGEANT
When reaching the age at which he should consider such things, First Sergeant (Ret.) Reynaud Joseph Hochster gave great thought to his burial clothes. Class A uniform, of course, AG-344 (AG meaning Army Green) and not that limp blue thing the Army decided every soldier should wear, soldiers looking more like doormen than any Marine in dress blues, and that took a lot of doing, out-doormanning a Marine. You had to give props to the jarheads in one respect, though – the USMC green uniform looked better than anything the Army ever came up with. The Eisenhower jacket was close, and Hochster sometimes thought the Army should have brought back the short jacket, rather than screwing up with the blues. But the Army was never known for unscrewing anything (ditto the Air Force, the Navy & etc.), although getting rid of the black beret as standard headgear came close. Besides, Hochster considered, concerning the Eisenhower jacket, even a hint of stomach size problem made a soldier look tubby. Not Hochster, though. Hochster had never looked tubby, even in his later days, when exercise was only a bad memory; even then Hochster maintained a slender build.
So AG-344 it was for burial, Class A, jacket adorned with ribbons and badges and other accoutrements – the CIB; some ribbons eaerned by actually doing something; many of the “I stuck around long enough somebody told me I was supposed to wear these” type ribbons; expert badge for pistol, rifle and machine gun. Hochster did not have jump wings or pathfinder wings or air assault wings. He was a grunt, a groundpounder, and he saw no sense in leaving the ground except on a transport plane that would land here and pick him up, fly for a time, and then land somewhere else and he would walk off. Hochster agreed with the Old Leg Soldier antipathetical axiom concerning Airborne: “Only a fool jumps out of a perfectly good airplane,” as well as the other saying, guaranteed to initiate some conflict when shouted at any bar or club near The Home of the Airborne School at Fort Benning: “Only two things fall out of the sky – bird shit and airborne.” Hochster himself had never shouted anything in a crowded bar in Columbus, Ga., or Phenix City, Ala., but he had given, and received, his share of knuckle sandwiches.
In his later soldiering years, though, pounding the ground in leather personnel carriers changed to riding on or in armored personnel carriers, the APCs another means of transportation to a point where Hochster and his soldiers would get off and walk. Always there was the walking.
After a time of considering his burial clothes, Hochster wondered if the Class A uniform would stand up to whatever locale Death deposited him. What if he was taken to a jungle? Or to a desert or snow-clad mountains or plains? Or even to a place of temperate climate? Class A’s would not be the uniform of choice. And what if there were bad guys at the new place? Hochster would need firearms. At least one, and that one preferably a rifle. He knew it is better to have a long gun on a short-range gunfight than the other way ‘round.
So, although he decreed burial in Class A, Hochster specified that his coffin also contain: one set of jungle fatigues; winter underwear (just in case); jungle boots; two pairs of good, civilian boot socks; a black canvas belt with field buckle; and a bush hat. With clothing decided, Hochster instructed that he also be accompanied with a hard plastic gun case containing: one Springfield Armory M1A (the nearest comparable M14 rifle available) with cleaning kit in stock; canvas sling; five loaded magazines; and two 60-round bandoliers. Hochster considered adding a Colt M1911A1 pistol, magazines and ammunition but then decided, How far do I want to go with this? Why not just buy a ten-foot-square CONEX container and put in a jeep, MOGAS, five-gallon cans and a couple of cases of MREs and leave space for my body? Nope, the rifle and ammunition should be enough.
And so it was, when the day came, Hochster was buried IAW instructions, accompanied by six pallbearers, two road guards and one to count cadence.
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