Yesterday would have been Christy's 59th birthday, today would be my father's 98th birthday.
Christy had a delightful sense of humor, one of hyperbole stacked on top of hyperbole. The first joke she ever told me was about being her mom's first child and how difficult was the delivery, acting it out. She hams it up, finishing with her mom wailing "Oh, Christ why"? She then paused "and that's how I got my name".
My father was good natured and gentle, but had been a hellraiser in his youth. After Mom died we joked about taking him to Las Vegas; he quietly asked about "statute of limitations" there (from 60 years earlier). And yet my cousin Sissybug adored him: after WW II Dad would place her in his bicycle basket and take her for long rides (she was 3), buying her an ice cream cone. He was so protective of her, and treated her well.
He would do any chore anyone needed at any time, because he enjoyed helping others. 2 months before he died he helped on an Eagle Scout project for a kid in my brother's troop; Dad didn't know him, but assumed lending a hand would help. Dad was on his knees scraping a floor, a big grin on his face.
He adored Pam, and could tease her (gently and affectionately) in a way that made her feel at home. The first time she met him she brought a sugar cream pie with her (she wanted to make a good impression). He told her if she continued bringing pies she was welcome to visit any time. Mom told her no, she was welcome without bringing pies, and dad agreed, but said it'd still be appreciated. Pam saw it as his way of complimenting her; until she had cancer she always brought him a pie (or a loaf of her sourdough bread).
We had a great relationship; After Mom died I began taking him to Ivanhoes ice cream parlor. He loved it so much he'd take others as well. He'd drive an hour south to fetch his sister Betty, then drive 90 minutes north for ice cream, then back. Family asked him to nap at her house, then again at his, which he did. They did that 1-2x a week.
My legs are sore from the mini marathon, but my feet are much better this year. I might go up half a size in shoes next year, for swelling reasons. The side of my feet lightly bruised this year (last year they bruised badly).
Great stories and wonderful to recall the good times with family. Thanks for sharing! My best memories skip a generation to my mothers parents. In no small way, my mothers father was my father figure. I never knew my biological dad (bad guy) and my stepfather - well it's like the Berenstain Bears where most of the fathers lessons are about what not to do :-). I hope to improve my storytelling abilities now that I'll soon have grandchildren. It does not come natural to me.
I also did a long trail race recently. The run itself was fine, but the next few weeks saw some uncomfortable tendinitis in the lower leg. Generally feeling beat up all over! I'll try just biking for a while and hope it resolves. Slowly realizing at 62 the body needs more rest.
I snitched on my neighbor this weekend and I didn't feel good about it. I was turning onto a street and my lane was blocked by a UTV that had crashed into the curb. People were tossing crap back into the UTV that had been thrown out by the impact (people in a nearby car got out to help them.). The UTV then went speeding down my street FAST, real fast. No way could I keep up with them if I tried. BUT when I was almost home, I saw it in a driveway where they couldn't get the garage door open fast enough. I went back to the scene of the crime (I had initially left the house to get gas but forgot my purse so was going back to the gas station where it happened.) The cops came and I told them what I witnessed and that I knew where the UTV driver went. I am not normally a snitch but they really, really ticked me off when they were flying 45- 50 mph down a residential street. I'm not sure what will come of it, they didn't really break any laws that I know of, other than it's pretty obvious the driver was impaired but that will be impossible to prove.
Today I saw the covered UTV on the trailer, time to go to the repair shop! I wonder if it tipped over because there was a lot of glass and debris on the ground.
Going through my mom's stuff, I came across Alistair Cook's America from 1974. I decided to read it, to see how well it had aged. I remember watching the early parts on PBS leading up to the Bicentennial (I lost interest after the Revolution was over.)
And I found this in the prologue that made me think of Kurt re "experts". After listing "a bewildering variety of assignments" (ranging from presidents to Jack Nicklaus to the Black Panthers Planned Parenthood and "Francis Chichester's Gypsy Moth sailing into Staten Island", Cooke says:
"I list this bewildering variety of assignments without foolish boast, because it is the stimulating duty of a foreign correspondent to cover everything. Whereas a domestic reporter, even at his best, graduates from general reporting and hops up the ladder to success towards a single specialty (sports, organized labor, the stock exchange, or the State Department), a foreign correspondent is required to act on the preposterous but exhilarating assumption that he takes all knowledge for his province and is equally at home in a textile mill, a political convention, a showing of abstract art, a proxy fight, or a launch at Cape Canaveral."
Cooke started out in theater and came to the US to study. But as part of his study he was given a car to tour as many of the states as possible over summer vacation, and that tour coincided with Roosevelt's Hundred Days. Subsequently, he became a correspondent for the London Times and the BBC.
I am back on the road this morning, meeting with the estate sale people this afternoon. More letting go.
“Snipple?” We went to the Brewers/Cubs game yesterday and the Brew Crew pulled out a win after two losses at home. I’m not really a sportsball person but it was a lot of fun. The “pitcher clock" helps….games aren’t 4 hours long anymore.
I spent the day up in the mountains at a previously (nearly) inaccessible village that the local government is attempting to turn into a tourist destination. It's beautiful enough it just might work. Some of the peasants are well on board and have functioning restaurant for real farm to table operations, and possibly the best bacon anyone anywhere on Earth has produced.
Bullet points.....
• lots of birds chirping and flying around, always a good sign.
• no lawns; all spare flat earth...and large sections of non-flat Earth...are filled with vegetable gardens...corn with potatoes interplanted in the rows, rice paddies, peach trees interspersed within the previous, chickens producing eggs.
• village kids running around doing kid stuff...running free, no parental
• curious people wondering what a laowai is doing there
• all houses very large concrete boxes with varying amounts of tacked on faux Euro style architectural elements...wildly disproportionate corinthian columns, spindle balustrades out the wazoo, tacked on architrave and dentil work at the cornice...Chinese peasants like Western stuff. The very large part means 4 stories, one floor for each generation and whatever cousins need a place to live. 4 generations under one roof and everyone gets alongs and toddlers are doted upon by everyone.
A few houses showing what it used to be...mud brick, no windows or doors, just a hut to keep out most of the weather...and the remains of the footpaths that used to be the only road.
Pork is the national pastime. Up until modernization, a pig under your roof was standard, as in literally under your roof. In traditional Tujia farmers houses, the livestock was on the lower level, living areas above received some of the warmth of the animals, and you were always aware of where your food was. The word/character for house/family/home is a stylized roof with a pig under it.
"Jiā" 家 Look close; there's a roof with a chimney, the strokes under it has 4 lines to the left (legs), 2 strokes to the right being head and tail. It's been simplified over the years. The original character was more graphic.
Absent refrigeration, how to preserve meat? In the smoke house, of course. The desire to have tasty food lead to various iterations and cuts, with one particular cut from the tenderloin being rare and tender...the one I like. Peasants desiring the flavor and power that comes from fat, laugh at me. They want the cut that's like a slab of blubber with a vein of meat. There's someone on InstaFace with a Chinese Bacon display. Search "Chinese Bacon". I think they're still there.
There’s a bit in “The Secret of Our Success” (audio book I’m listening to) where he mentions the marital/pairing practices among the Chinese minority group you mentioned before—the one where it’s matriarchal.
The role of the “man of the house” is played by a blood relative. The women don’t marry the man they mate (breed?) with to make babies. It’s basically a pre-arranged one-night-stand set up by the woman. That’s the gist of what I got, possibly mangled. Of course, the main culture has tried for centuries to get them to act more like the cultural practices and traditions of the Han majority.
Yeah, the Mosuo and to a lesser degree because it's getting diluted, the Naxi, although, iirc, sociologists classify the Mosuo as a subreddit of the Naxi...or something.
The Mosuo are those that practice the "walking marriage", where the woman signals to the guy that there's love in the air if he's so inclined. It's more complicated than that, but I forget the details. The actualities are argued about by Western sociologists... is it really matriarchal or matrilineal and who really holds the political power and all the sorts of stuff that anal retentive sociologists obsessed with cataloguing everyone into clearly delineated boxes argue about with other academics when all the Mosuo want is for everyone to leave them alone....or so I've heard.
OK, you're right...I'd rank Nueske's as equal to the Chinese. Hoosier Mama in Evanston does an egg bacon biscuit w/Nueske's that's s good as egg bacon biscuits get.
Squirrely software tonight...double posts, and when I deleted one, they both disappeared.
I was talking about Evanston and how awful it is. It's every possible worst case scenario related to DEI that's imaginable. I don't feel like retyping everything...but yeah, it's the sort of national news one doesn't want to be associated with.
Good morning, Happy Cinco de Mayo! 51 and cloudy here, rain predicted later.
The mothership reports on tensions between India and Pakistan, flaring after a terrorist attack last month on Indian tourists in Kashmir. The FP is headlong the retirement of Warren Buffet from his company, Berkshire Hathaway, at the ripe old age of 94.
Yeah, 94. I'm not an investor, I own real estate. But, that guy was like a hero for me. I've never read anything he's ever said that didn't make sense.
When Jimmy Buffett learned that he and Warren were very distant relatives, Warren is said to have told him, "I don't think you need me to teach you about making money, Cousin Jimmy."
Oh, I hope it is a wonderful trip! Beautiful time to come. Cool mornings but warm enough to ride. I will put away the running shoes for a while now that biking season is here.
Ms Pinki hasn't used her Jacquard loom in ages. I shared this, hoping she doesn't want to get back into weaving. The thing is late 60s maple and...very heavy!
I know! She said when she used a drop spindle, she used her arm and hand as a distaff, holding the feed yarn to the spindle. Mostly she used a spinning wheel. Or $$ to make yarn 🫣🫣🤪. We have a lot of yarn!
She's still napping. 644am. I've had 1st coffee. I think it's partly a question of how much time is desired to continuously spin on the drop spindle. The distaff holds more untrusted yarn.
But being of tough Polish-Prussian stock, she's pretty stoic and generally ignores pain. Ykes!!
It’s the most remarkable bit of technology that separates us from the rest of human history: automated spinning technology. Before that came along, people (mainly women) had to spend virtually every waking hour not taken up with other chores twisting fibers into thread to make fabric. That’s a point from Postrel’s “The Fabric of Civilization”—a wonderful introduction that could have served as the basis for a multi-part documentary series. So much of what’s described would benefit from a visual, video treatment.
' I remember a friend telling a joke at a bar in NYC. One guy responded with: “lol”. I assumed that it meant he found it funny. But looking back, he wasn’t laughing. '
I get that. It's kind of thing you do when reading, as opposed to experiencing-live. Instead of actually laughing, you think, "Yeah, I guess that's the kind of thing I find somewhat funny. Good effort, at least ...".
Interesting, enough to make me think more about what I've been hard thinking on for the last couple years. When "they" write the history of the world, the SM revolution is going to jump out of the narrative as a break point when human physical and societal evolution took a hard turn into...something we don't know for sure yet. My prediction...it's going to note that things went haywire in a bad direction.
We’re also hopelessly incapable of resisting dopamine-inducing signals like tasty crunchy snack foods, sugary treats, smartphone notification, alcohol shots, and so on… Dopamine is the favored candidate of our times to explain every sort of addictive behavior.
There was a time in my youth when addictions could have taken hold, but I bounced off the edge. My dopamine fix now is determined avoidance of sensory overload. The Las Vegas Sphere? No way. Smart phone notifications and social media - nope. Even with food and drink - a subtle, nuanced French red beats those bold California Cabernets every day. A small bit of good chocolate bar over ice cream. A quiet walk or bike ride over a cocktail party.
Next time you're in the states, hit Upland Indiana (About 90 minutes North and a little east of Indy) for "Ivanhoes Ice Cream parlor". They feature 100 sundaes and 100 shakes. Good eats. BTW, get the mini unless you are hungry, the regular fills me up and I cannot complete a large.
I was not happy to realize in college that chemistry really was physics. I did see it as a competition at the time. I have grown out of it. Mostly (I was taught from a young age.).
Yesterday would have been Christy's 59th birthday, today would be my father's 98th birthday.
Christy had a delightful sense of humor, one of hyperbole stacked on top of hyperbole. The first joke she ever told me was about being her mom's first child and how difficult was the delivery, acting it out. She hams it up, finishing with her mom wailing "Oh, Christ why"? She then paused "and that's how I got my name".
My father was good natured and gentle, but had been a hellraiser in his youth. After Mom died we joked about taking him to Las Vegas; he quietly asked about "statute of limitations" there (from 60 years earlier). And yet my cousin Sissybug adored him: after WW II Dad would place her in his bicycle basket and take her for long rides (she was 3), buying her an ice cream cone. He was so protective of her, and treated her well.
He would do any chore anyone needed at any time, because he enjoyed helping others. 2 months before he died he helped on an Eagle Scout project for a kid in my brother's troop; Dad didn't know him, but assumed lending a hand would help. Dad was on his knees scraping a floor, a big grin on his face.
He adored Pam, and could tease her (gently and affectionately) in a way that made her feel at home. The first time she met him she brought a sugar cream pie with her (she wanted to make a good impression). He told her if she continued bringing pies she was welcome to visit any time. Mom told her no, she was welcome without bringing pies, and dad agreed, but said it'd still be appreciated. Pam saw it as his way of complimenting her; until she had cancer she always brought him a pie (or a loaf of her sourdough bread).
We had a great relationship; After Mom died I began taking him to Ivanhoes ice cream parlor. He loved it so much he'd take others as well. He'd drive an hour south to fetch his sister Betty, then drive 90 minutes north for ice cream, then back. Family asked him to nap at her house, then again at his, which he did. They did that 1-2x a week.
My legs are sore from the mini marathon, but my feet are much better this year. I might go up half a size in shoes next year, for swelling reasons. The side of my feet lightly bruised this year (last year they bruised badly).
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Great stories and wonderful to recall the good times with family. Thanks for sharing! My best memories skip a generation to my mothers parents. In no small way, my mothers father was my father figure. I never knew my biological dad (bad guy) and my stepfather - well it's like the Berenstain Bears where most of the fathers lessons are about what not to do :-). I hope to improve my storytelling abilities now that I'll soon have grandchildren. It does not come natural to me.
I also did a long trail race recently. The run itself was fine, but the next few weeks saw some uncomfortable tendinitis in the lower leg. Generally feeling beat up all over! I'll try just biking for a while and hope it resolves. Slowly realizing at 62 the body needs more rest.
I snitched on my neighbor this weekend and I didn't feel good about it. I was turning onto a street and my lane was blocked by a UTV that had crashed into the curb. People were tossing crap back into the UTV that had been thrown out by the impact (people in a nearby car got out to help them.). The UTV then went speeding down my street FAST, real fast. No way could I keep up with them if I tried. BUT when I was almost home, I saw it in a driveway where they couldn't get the garage door open fast enough. I went back to the scene of the crime (I had initially left the house to get gas but forgot my purse so was going back to the gas station where it happened.) The cops came and I told them what I witnessed and that I knew where the UTV driver went. I am not normally a snitch but they really, really ticked me off when they were flying 45- 50 mph down a residential street. I'm not sure what will come of it, they didn't really break any laws that I know of, other than it's pretty obvious the driver was impaired but that will be impossible to prove.
That's not snitching. That's responsible neighborhood and societal preservation.
Innocent people could get hurt. That's what traffic laws are about.
Today I saw the covered UTV on the trailer, time to go to the repair shop! I wonder if it tipped over because there was a lot of glass and debris on the ground.
Re the biochemistry and testosterone: I wonder what happens when the testing is limited to gamers on discord.
Good morning!
Going through my mom's stuff, I came across Alistair Cook's America from 1974. I decided to read it, to see how well it had aged. I remember watching the early parts on PBS leading up to the Bicentennial (I lost interest after the Revolution was over.)
And I found this in the prologue that made me think of Kurt re "experts". After listing "a bewildering variety of assignments" (ranging from presidents to Jack Nicklaus to the Black Panthers Planned Parenthood and "Francis Chichester's Gypsy Moth sailing into Staten Island", Cooke says:
"I list this bewildering variety of assignments without foolish boast, because it is the stimulating duty of a foreign correspondent to cover everything. Whereas a domestic reporter, even at his best, graduates from general reporting and hops up the ladder to success towards a single specialty (sports, organized labor, the stock exchange, or the State Department), a foreign correspondent is required to act on the preposterous but exhilarating assumption that he takes all knowledge for his province and is equally at home in a textile mill, a political convention, a showing of abstract art, a proxy fight, or a launch at Cape Canaveral."
Cooke started out in theater and came to the US to study. But as part of his study he was given a car to tour as many of the states as possible over summer vacation, and that tour coincided with Roosevelt's Hundred Days. Subsequently, he became a correspondent for the London Times and the BBC.
I am back on the road this morning, meeting with the estate sale people this afternoon. More letting go.
“Snipple?” We went to the Brewers/Cubs game yesterday and the Brew Crew pulled out a win after two losses at home. I’m not really a sportsball person but it was a lot of fun. The “pitcher clock" helps….games aren’t 4 hours long anymore.
I don't even really like baseball, but seeing a game live in a beautiful ball park is awesome.
“Snippet” + “sample” blend. Tired of the old words. Want some new ones.
I like it. I've already put it in my Notes under Words.
I spent the day up in the mountains at a previously (nearly) inaccessible village that the local government is attempting to turn into a tourist destination. It's beautiful enough it just might work. Some of the peasants are well on board and have functioning restaurant for real farm to table operations, and possibly the best bacon anyone anywhere on Earth has produced.
Bullet points.....
• lots of birds chirping and flying around, always a good sign.
• no lawns; all spare flat earth...and large sections of non-flat Earth...are filled with vegetable gardens...corn with potatoes interplanted in the rows, rice paddies, peach trees interspersed within the previous, chickens producing eggs.
• village kids running around doing kid stuff...running free, no parental
• curious people wondering what a laowai is doing there
• all houses very large concrete boxes with varying amounts of tacked on faux Euro style architectural elements...wildly disproportionate corinthian columns, spindle balustrades out the wazoo, tacked on architrave and dentil work at the cornice...Chinese peasants like Western stuff. The very large part means 4 stories, one floor for each generation and whatever cousins need a place to live. 4 generations under one roof and everyone gets alongs and toddlers are doted upon by everyone.
A few houses showing what it used to be...mud brick, no windows or doors, just a hut to keep out most of the weather...and the remains of the footpaths that used to be the only road.
More details on the bacon, please!
Pork is the national pastime. Up until modernization, a pig under your roof was standard, as in literally under your roof. In traditional Tujia farmers houses, the livestock was on the lower level, living areas above received some of the warmth of the animals, and you were always aware of where your food was. The word/character for house/family/home is a stylized roof with a pig under it.
"Jiā" 家 Look close; there's a roof with a chimney, the strokes under it has 4 lines to the left (legs), 2 strokes to the right being head and tail. It's been simplified over the years. The original character was more graphic.
Absent refrigeration, how to preserve meat? In the smoke house, of course. The desire to have tasty food lead to various iterations and cuts, with one particular cut from the tenderloin being rare and tender...the one I like. Peasants desiring the flavor and power that comes from fat, laugh at me. They want the cut that's like a slab of blubber with a vein of meat. There's someone on InstaFace with a Chinese Bacon display. Search "Chinese Bacon". I think they're still there.
Very exotic. Really love the travelog!
There’s a bit in “The Secret of Our Success” (audio book I’m listening to) where he mentions the marital/pairing practices among the Chinese minority group you mentioned before—the one where it’s matriarchal.
The role of the “man of the house” is played by a blood relative. The women don’t marry the man they mate (breed?) with to make babies. It’s basically a pre-arranged one-night-stand set up by the woman. That’s the gist of what I got, possibly mangled. Of course, the main culture has tried for centuries to get them to act more like the cultural practices and traditions of the Han majority.
Yeah, the Mosuo and to a lesser degree because it's getting diluted, the Naxi, although, iirc, sociologists classify the Mosuo as a subreddit of the Naxi...or something.
The Mosuo are those that practice the "walking marriage", where the woman signals to the guy that there's love in the air if he's so inclined. It's more complicated than that, but I forget the details. The actualities are argued about by Western sociologists... is it really matriarchal or matrilineal and who really holds the political power and all the sorts of stuff that anal retentive sociologists obsessed with cataloguing everyone into clearly delineated boxes argue about with other academics when all the Mosuo want is for everyone to leave them alone....or so I've heard.
I love your China reports! On the bacon, have you ever had Nueske’s pepper bacon? 😋
OK, you're right...I'd rank Nueske's as equal to the Chinese. Hoosier Mama in Evanston does an egg bacon biscuit w/Nueske's that's s good as egg bacon biscuits get.
Evanston is getting some national attention with their DEI in the schools. 😬
Squirrely software tonight...double posts, and when I deleted one, they both disappeared.
I was talking about Evanston and how awful it is. It's every possible worst case scenario related to DEI that's imaginable. I don't feel like retyping everything...but yeah, it's the sort of national news one doesn't want to be associated with.
The comment made it to my email 👍🏼
Good morning, Happy Cinco de Mayo! 51 and cloudy here, rain predicted later.
The mothership reports on tensions between India and Pakistan, flaring after a terrorist attack last month on Indian tourists in Kashmir. The FP is headlong the retirement of Warren Buffet from his company, Berkshire Hathaway, at the ripe old age of 94.
Yeah, 94. I'm not an investor, I own real estate. But, that guy was like a hero for me. I've never read anything he's ever said that didn't make sense.
When Jimmy Buffett learned that he and Warren were very distant relatives, Warren is said to have told him, "I don't think you need me to teach you about making money, Cousin Jimmy."
That story says he's exactly the sort of guy I think he is. Just a real good honest man.
Happy Cinco de Mayo and the beginning of my 63rd revolution around the sun. 😜
https://youtu.be/pJZ22p82VvU?si=dwBAF2P1rdww1M8j
"I think I'll make a resolution that I'll never make another one
And just enjoy my ride on this trip around the sun"
Happy Birthday! Enjoy the day!
You're just a young pup. 生日快乐
Happy Birthday ! May your orbit be smooth!
Happy Birthday! Maybe a 63 mile ride to celebrate!
Perhaps next week when we’re on our bike trip in CO/UT!
Oh, I hope it is a wonderful trip! Beautiful time to come. Cool mornings but warm enough to ride. I will put away the running shoes for a while now that biking season is here.
It’s one of the tour company’s epic rides as far as scenery. We’ll be biking much of scenic byway 141 but heading west at Naturita.
Happy Birthday, BC! 🤩🎉
"Do online interactions and conflicts in social media favor the more distaff native skills?"
Could you pick a "distaff" out of a selection of random old-timey household tools?
Probably. I know the general idea.
Yes.
https://handwovenmagazine.com/culture-spindle-distaff/
An interesting explanation of the technology and its place in (recent) European history.
Ms Pinki hasn't used her Jacquard loom in ages. I shared this, hoping she doesn't want to get back into weaving. The thing is late 60s maple and...very heavy!
I thought of you when I looked at that website.
I know! She said when she used a drop spindle, she used her arm and hand as a distaff, holding the feed yarn to the spindle. Mostly she used a spinning wheel. Or $$ to make yarn 🫣🫣🤪. We have a lot of yarn!
Her loom is a Macomber.
From pictures, it looks like using a 4 to 5 foot distaff would reduce shoulder strain.
She's still napping. 644am. I've had 1st coffee. I think it's partly a question of how much time is desired to continuously spin on the drop spindle. The distaff holds more untrusted yarn.
But being of tough Polish-Prussian stock, she's pretty stoic and generally ignores pain. Ykes!!
It’s the most remarkable bit of technology that separates us from the rest of human history: automated spinning technology. Before that came along, people (mainly women) had to spend virtually every waking hour not taken up with other chores twisting fibers into thread to make fabric. That’s a point from Postrel’s “The Fabric of Civilization”—a wonderful introduction that could have served as the basis for a multi-part documentary series. So much of what’s described would benefit from a visual, video treatment.
I bet not one person in 100 would know the answer. (About the third time I ran into the term, I looked it up. Hint: it predates the spinning wheel).
Unless you were a Greek mythology geek as a child and recalled the work of the three Fates…
It's the one without a handle.
' I remember a friend telling a joke at a bar in NYC. One guy responded with: “lol”. I assumed that it meant he found it funny. But looking back, he wasn’t laughing. '
I get that. It's kind of thing you do when reading, as opposed to experiencing-live. Instead of actually laughing, you think, "Yeah, I guess that's the kind of thing I find somewhat funny. Good effort, at least ...".
The Art Buchwald sub-chuckle.
THE BIOCHEMISTRY MADE ME DO IT!!!
Interesting, enough to make me think more about what I've been hard thinking on for the last couple years. When "they" write the history of the world, the SM revolution is going to jump out of the narrative as a break point when human physical and societal evolution took a hard turn into...something we don't know for sure yet. My prediction...it's going to note that things went haywire in a bad direction.
We’re also hopelessly incapable of resisting dopamine-inducing signals like tasty crunchy snack foods, sugary treats, smartphone notification, alcohol shots, and so on… Dopamine is the favored candidate of our times to explain every sort of addictive behavior.
There was a time in my youth when addictions could have taken hold, but I bounced off the edge. My dopamine fix now is determined avoidance of sensory overload. The Las Vegas Sphere? No way. Smart phone notifications and social media - nope. Even with food and drink - a subtle, nuanced French red beats those bold California Cabernets every day. A small bit of good chocolate bar over ice cream. A quiet walk or bike ride over a cocktail party.
Ice cream...I haven't been able to kick that one.
Next time you're in the states, hit Upland Indiana (About 90 minutes North and a little east of Indy) for "Ivanhoes Ice Cream parlor". They feature 100 sundaes and 100 shakes. Good eats. BTW, get the mini unless you are hungry, the regular fills me up and I cannot complete a large.
I know where Upland is. Right off of 69. OK...Ivanhoe's...burp...
I don't do notifications. It really helps make things better.
Neither do I
I turn notifications off except for texts.
Same. And even some texters and/or text threads I put on “silence” because they’re too chatty.
Evening, Kurt. We're all the product of biochemistry, except that chemistry is really physics, when you go deeper.
I was not happy to realize in college that chemistry really was physics. I did see it as a competition at the time. I have grown out of it. Mostly (I was taught from a young age.).
One might say that every kind of study in the world is downstream of physics or metaphysics.
THE PHYSICS MADE ME DO IT!!!
Good morning. It's pleasantly cool today. The square for May 5 on my calendar has nothing in it but the number 5. How nice.
Enjoy it!
D is here suggesting we go to the mall. Maybe we will. They have a Lego store.
That sounds like fun.
Forty-five is a little chillier than I remembered.
Maybe celebrate with a Mexican Hat Dance.
We learned that in elementary school in California.
I hope this study causes an in-group fight. I wanna film it.
Dunno why I didn’t think to include this:
https://youtu.be/ZCQclCOBS4s?si=I27zifozuPEcaczF
*snicker*
That's funny.