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Mar. 6th, 2024 08:02 am
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This Dogwood is Optimistic…hope it is right


Just took a walk down to the post office to mail a book to a friend.  Got an easy mile in, which is a good start for the day.

Been pondering the failure of the last batch of tempeh, and to go along with that failure, I took some time to think about the resources that I have been using to figure this thing out and the development of processes like this.  

First is the “vibe” of the folks out there in internet-land taking time to tell you how to do such things.  I suppose I use them and that they are doing good things, but at the risk of sounding misogynistic, the smug and self-important yuppie women who are out there telling folks how to cook are really off-putting to me.  

In the deep dark past, I worked in a fancy-schmancy French restaurant in Salt Lake City.  I worked my way up to Tournade and worked at cooking while I was in grad school.  The feeling that I get is that the yuppie women are more like the waitresses than the kitchen staff.  They sort of understand the food, but they are more salesperson than someone who knows how to cook.  I watch them just long enough to understand that they are waitresses telling me what is on the menu and not someone who is enmeshed into the kitchen and actually makes the stuff.  

So I am going back to my roots as a scientist with this. In a sense, this is akin to the crisis of reproducibility that beleaguers science today, too many people talking out their ass in terms of "needing" to publish and getting the attention they feel is their due. Too much of this is occuring and the cutting and pasting of recipes and techniques (pure plagarism for the most part).

Nullius in verba

Chorin'

Feb. 19th, 2024 09:02 am
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Naturalism / Carl Rungius/ Near Long Lake
Naturalism / Carl Rungius/ Near Long Lake

I spent yesterday working in the kitchen.  Got a lot accomplished.  Brewed a batch of beer, made a batch of kimchi, baked bread, and roasted a pork roast to turn into pulled pork and freeze down.  Good production and kept me busy the bulk of the day.  I didn't even notice the all day rain.

You may be asking why this sudden productivity.  In part it was making sure I had somewhat defensible reasons not to walk in the rain, the other had to do with the cost of energy.  I just changed to a "time of day" billing where cost of electricity is prohibitive during peak hours 5:00 PM to 9:00 PM @ $0.42 per kW) and cheap on the weekend and in the wee hours of the morning ($0.08 per kW) and a midrange rate around $0.18 per kW during the day in the weekdays.

So the range and the oven were cooking away yesterday for five or six hours at cheap rate pulling what I estimate around 3KW for that time (call it 16kWh) so it is gonna run me around a buck and a quarter.  If I would have done the same during peak hours, the cost would have been around seven bucks.

I know that I am beating this horse.  But I think that the cost of energy will not decrease. I am thinking that how you access the energy your require will need to be inventoried and controlled.  If you take care and think about it, you will be able to exert some some control over what it is you use.  If you don't I think that you will find that your energy costs will begin to control you

Dorian

Aug. 24th, 2021 05:29 am
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Art Informel / Ernst Wilhelm Nay/ Untitled


Lots of chatting with folks lately.  Not a bad idea overall.  Nothing really there to report, just friends and family keeping in touch.

Nothing really more to report when looking at the bigger picture.  Chatted last night about how we left Afghanistan.  The press is having a field day with Biden/Harris saying how pulling out of an unjust, expensive, and useless war was not a good thing.

Let me tell you one thing.  Old Joe might not be the best example of a President ever seen here in the states, but Joey following through on getting us out of that particular shithole has my complete and utter support.  Now the press fuckheads are baying about how the Taliban is going to be mean to the little quislings who took our money and bought our line of bullshit.  Well, I would certainly agree that this will be the case.  We weren’t the beneficent “liberators” that we painted ourselves as.  Afghanistan was a sinkhole for arms sales and random killings on both sides.  We are best  out of that morass, regardless of style points.

I think that the big problem with the issue is that there are folks who think that the “optics” look bad, that it somehow conflicts with the image that we wish to present to the world.

Well buckaroos, if you are worried about how our image has been damaged, I think that you just might want to spent some time reading some Oscar Wilde.  “The Picture of Dorian Gray”.


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History, if viewed as a repository for more than anecdote or chronology, could produce a decisive transformation in the image of science by which we are now possessed. That image has previously been drawn, even by scientists themselves, mainly from the study of finished scientific achievements as these are recorded in the classics and, more recently, in the textbooks from which each new scientific generation learns to practice its trade. Inevitably, however, the aim of such books is persuasive and pedagogic; a concept of science drawn from them is no more likely to fit the enterprise that produced them than an image of a national culture drawn from a tourist brochure or a language text. This essay attempts to show that we have been misled by them in fundamental ways. Its aim is a sketch of the quite different concept of science that can emerge from the historical record of the research activity itself.
 
Kuhn, Thomas S.. The Structure of Scientific Revolutions (p. 1). University of Chicago Press

It isn't a problem, it is just a statement.  

When you hare off pursuing thoughts like "If the World is a holobiont, what is the evolutionary advantage of consciousness?" you are in for a high likelihood of not coming up with any sort of answer that makes any kind of sense.

But I have been pondering my life of late, as old men are wont to do, and I have realized that I have always gravitated toward the easy problems, you know, the ones that can be plugged into equations and where one can spend some time reading reallllyyyy boring journals to puzzle out how other people attacked a similar problem and got something worth publishing.  You know...Science.

But any one in science knows the big truth.  Most of us are poseurs.  We got good grades and good jobs by following the rules and only attacking problems with easy solutions.  You know, the ones where you can get it done to the tune of a paycheck. 

So, now I am embarking on a hard problem.  This one will require a lot of effort just outlining the problem itself.  Most problemmatic is that I will probably have to make a thorough mess of the scientific method in order to even come up with a unsatisfactory hypothesis.  Looks like it might be time to re-read of Kuhn (the source of the above heretical statement), and come to grips with my own ideas.
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Getting lazier.  I slept like a log last night.  Crawled into bed on the short side of eight and woke up at 6:30.  Usually when this happens I am fighting something off.  Lots of water today and fast through the day to finish off whatever it is.

Rainy season here in Stumptown.  It is starting to get on my nerves, but it is the price that you pay for green.  

That's all for today
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Yakked at the younger today, he has the hardest of it all right now.  I hope that he hangs on and doesn't get too discouraged.  He probably is allowed some discouragement, disappointment, and general pissed-offness.  No harm in that, but you have to keep it within bounds and not let it effect decisions too much. 

Woke up late and went in late and I am not feeling guilty a bit.  Things are getting a touch out of control right now in general, people are starting to realize the ramification of decisions and are trying to steer their way through them.  Looks like some rock ahead and the sirens are warming up their vocal cords.  I hope that we get through this.

No screed today.  Gonna go price some spices and some other essentials.  


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I do not like telecommuting.  Nope, I have no intention of becoming a Solarian as seems to be the trend nowadays.  Next week is getting back to hauling my ass out of bed and at least having things around to do.  

I did make a loaf of bread with my shiny new stand mixer.  Thank you Nancy and Donnie.  Results are better than hand kneading, but there is definitely work to be done.  I have to figure out a proofing system to get the loaves to raise correctly.  This loaf shows some serious promise.  Today or tomorrow I think that I will spend time getting my cookie system worked out.  Molasses wrinkle cookies with a lot of ginger might well be the way to go. 

Bottling beer either today of tomorrow.  Don't think that I will rush into brewing this week, but will instead sit down and ponder the purchase of a 32lb carboy of liquid malt extract or go with five pound fill of my bottle at the local U-Brew store to support them.  

Will report back later.


Screed:

So, if you have displayed the poor time-management skills as to read this little vanity on a routine basis, you will know of my odd fealty to JMG and currently my not-always-successful attempt to write something built within his alt-normal take on Lovecraft's universe.  Well, respecting the universe created over the past century takes a bit of reading.  I am particularly fascinated by Ooth-Nargai.  

In a way, maybe this fantasy locale can be a morality play for what America tried to become in this last half century.  We have tried to create a timeless realm of pastoral ease.  We tried to do this with an education system that created a sense of entitlement, a financial system that delayed reckonings, and a medical system that held death at a tasteful remove, where such things could be comfortably ignored.

Well, it looks to me that the Dreamlands are not really available and Celephaïs is under siege.  Serannian appears to be an illusion.  Maybe, just maybe, we are being reminded that past the the Tanarian Hills lies the Tower of Xiuhn.


Long Week

Mar. 20th, 2020 05:34 am
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Planning on staying home this week and hunkering down.  Might take a walk and buy some basics and bottle some beer.  Maybe if truly adventurous I will repeat the Bus 70 run and head to the brewing store and the QFC.  Flour is currently high on my list.

I am hoping that this will be a hangfire, but it certainly doesn't look like it to me.  I will keep my fingers crossed and my eyes open.  Nothing that I can do about it but keep on keeping on. 

Folks at work are freaking out a touch.  Mostly worried about their own safety.  Reasonable, but situations are usually such that they are tied into having to work and maintaining their lifestyle and the conflict is beginning to eat away at them.  Glad I bailed years ago, not having to be all that concerned about my lifestyle and status really opens up options for me. 

I am going to pause in the work today, I have the essentials caught up, now I have to wait for plan B.  Lot of chickens coming home to roost that the powers to be haven't accounted for yet. 



Pigs

Feb. 2nd, 2020 07:42 am
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I have a pig who serves as a cutting board.  Now, I am mot bacon adverse, but it is also not that kind of pig.  She is made from soft pine wood and has slash marks all over her.  She was part of a litter made in Mr. Rhine's woodshop class by around 30 eighth grade boys around hovering around that dangerous age of thirteen.

The fact that this thing doesn't routinely happen anymore is one of the true failures of American Education.  We have taken away the ability to do things from our children.  When I was in school, there was a means of getting physical abilities to accomplish something.  Drafting in seventh grade, wood shop in eighth grade, metals shop in ninth grade, metals shop again in tenth, advanced drafting in eleventh, autoshop in twelfth. 

Got to use just about everything, bandsaws, horizontal jigsaws, belt sanders, wood lathes, all the slightly dangerous and potentially harmful devices that allow physical accomplishment.  The rich "smart kids" were just taught how to take creditfor others work.

I remember the hoohooraw about me being both in AP Chemistry, AP American History and the Aforementioned shop classes.  Lots of teachers felt that I was violating the plan.  Shop class was for dumb kids, smart kids needed to take classes and make certain that they had clean hands and a ready smile. 

I think this is where American education took a wrong turn.  Unless I raised my children in a aberrant school district (which I did not, Vantucky is as white-middle-class boring as a school district can be)  they weren't even offered the possibility of touching equipment.  It was just too dangerous for the little darlings and anyway, would they rather learn HTML?

Shop classes are what we need to go back to offering and respecting. 

Somehow, the educational system has set itself up not to educate and teach, but to perpetuate a system of do-nothing middle managers to stare at spreadsheets and imagine that their intermediation in the process is meaningful.  Because you see, teachers really are similar to do-nothing middle managers in almost every aspect. 

We have to get back.  Sorry Hillary, but that is the way that we have to go.  The majority of folks have to learn to use tools and create.  A small minority need to manage and direct.  The household economy needs to be resuscitated.  

The reason that the system is failing because everyone looks at the idea of doing something, making something, as something that "the other" people do. 

Blowback

Jan. 13th, 2020 05:42 am
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Spent yesterday pleasantly.  Had a bite and a visit with AA, followed by football games and baking.  This time it was the baking done in the oven.  I turned five cups of flour and sundry things in the cupboard into calzones.  Now, the crust worked fairly well, but the main purpose was to clear out the refrigerator for the trip coming up.  Worked handily, and I have lunch for the rest of the week.  

Gonna just plow through the week, I am not at all certain about how hard I want to bust my ass before the break coming up.  I really can't help myself and I have to stop trying to save the world, the tide is a rising, and sometimes being the boy with his finger in the dyke is just being plain stupid.


Screed:

So Nancy is talking about transmitting the articles of impeachment to the Senate.  While I tend to think that there is merit to the idea that fuckwad is a scheming lying little crook, I just don't understand what that has to do with politics.  But Nancy will probably transmit, after all, the Iowa caucus is less than three weeks away, so the deed needs to be done in preparation for the upcoming anything-you-can-do-I-can-do-better fest.  

I tend to think that this thing will blow up in the Dem's face.  Not that they aren't correct in thinking that fuckwad is a piece of shit, it is just that Trump, being the sleazy piece of shit that he is, will go to great lengths to point out that the democratic field of candidates is every bit as corrupted and venal as he ever thought of being.

And he will be correct.

As a message to the Democratic Party:  Blowback occurs.

As a message to the Republican Party:  Just die now.  

As a message to the American People:  Welcome to the concept of just desserts.  I don't know how to tell you this, but the candidates for President in either party are nothing more than we deserve.  I am coming to the conclusion that they are the best that we have to offer.
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Cookies are baked, fennel seed shortbread is pretty damned easy to make and seems to be a crowd favorite.  Flour, butter, sugar and seasonings is as simple a cookie as one could ever hope for.  Today is the cookie exchange with the wimmen at work.  The things that I have to do to keep peace.

Call from R. out of the blue last night.  Haven't seen or heard from her for months.  Always pleasant.  Wonder what the hell is going on.  Since I seem to be every woman's Plan B, at this time in my life, I have my suspicions.  But always pleasant hearing from a friend. 


Screed:

Going along with the leitmotif of Greta that has been in my thoughts of late, I want to try and lay out the dissonance between us fucking boomers (UFB) and those damn kids (TDK). 

I suppose, to a certain degree, the problem is sociological and the outcome of a decades long process where differing inputs allowed for differing outcomes.  You see, while everyone wants to blame us boomers for the problems of the world (and the accusation may well be valid), when your really look back at it, the decisions made and the assumptions followed appeared logical at the time.  Now, one of my favorite past-times is "de-boning" folks motivations and data inputs.   Having spent a bunch of time doing this (in some circles, such activity is uncharitably referred to as "rationalizing") I have come to the opinion that when presented with the options of what was at the time a fringe belief (resource constraints and climate change) and the economic reality that was Bretton-Woods, the post WWII rebuild and the (until that point) seemingly limitless flow of oil, the decision made in 1980 to abandon the steps taken during the first oil shocks.  

What folks don't seem to realize is that there are two ecologies in conflict here.  The first is Gaia.  The ecology of the world without humans.  The second is that built by humans with technology.  And technology is oil and coal.  Technology is the God that limps, in other words, Hephaestus .  But technology is what we were raised in.  Gaia is what we were running from.  Because you see, Gaia is all about limits and balance.  Hephaestus is all about extracting and making.  

Because at the end of the day, my generation worshiped a God with a shelf life. 



Diversion

Dec. 9th, 2019 05:35 am
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Well:  Since the four hours of sleep are now two days past, I woke up feeling somewhat refreshed.  I think that one of the "tells" for being aged is the length of recovery time grows.  Yesterday was being a good dad and visits, but I can tell you true, I was already in bed by halftime of the Seahawks game.


Screed:

Now, he ain't quite my guru, but JMG is a regular read of mine.  I have a feeling should we ever choose to have an in-person conversation, if we aren't careful about monitoring our alcohol consumption, discussion could turn toward intemperate quarrels, but in writing, I get along with him just fine.  So let's talk about writing

Last week I asked bluntly (as I am not equipped to ask any other way) if I could latch, remora-like, onto his "Weird of Hali" storyline.  This was  in the Open Thread over at Dreamwidth (Note to self:  Never again ask to be notified about comments at Ecosophia, politely answering all the questions and comments JMG receives would be well out of my wheelhouse, I shudder to consider the idiotic posts that he just plain deletes)

(look, I just shuddered again)

anyhoooo

What I have been thinking about when I first asked John Michael to use the world the the Weird of Hali is to begin to tie together all the different traditions of "Gods" in the indigenous.  Somewhere in the "Weird", JMG had one of the characters pretty much state that Cthulhu and the King, and the others were the Gods of old religions.  A storyline taking that thought and running with it might be pretty interesting.  Hephaestus comes to mind.  So do Guabancex and Marohu.  

So stories of humans who come into contact with these old gods as they become stronger in the arc of the thirty some odd years that JMG has so conveniently plotted out for us is intriguing to me.  Analogy serving here is John Michael took the liberty of writing the timeline leading up to D-Day.  I want to tell the story of Anzio, or Stalingrad, or Maybe even Patrick Leigh Fermor's tale of kidnapping a German General in Crete.  Something separate, using my own characters and style, with just a sprinkle of the folks JMG calls friends to tie the lines together and make things consistent

So, I will be spending the next little bit trying to plot out a decent story-line and get it settled down comfortably.  I am considering copy-catting JMG in another manner and go all "Stars Reach".  Maybe a chapter a month here or on another Dreamwidth Site. 
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Finally Friday.  I think that I have estrogen poisoning and need to distance myself from the hen house and it's denizens.  Thank God it is a long weekend and I can distance myself.  Gotta get through the day, shouldn't be that hard.  Keep my head down and my mouth shut is the key.

Weekend hanging out with at least Gabe, maybe I can convince the cool couple to take a moment from their lives.  I'll pick and and do errands on Saturday, maybe even start measuring and planning the escape pod for it's future home "down by the river".


Screed:

So the House is going to impeach Dumbfuck.  I'm cool with that.  Won't go anywhere because the case will be tried by the Senate and it sure as hell won't get the 67 votes in the Senate unless someone comes up with pictures of Dumbfuck cornholing AOC. 

No, what pisses me off is Pelosi.  What a bitch.  Why she hands the other side even the piss-poor excuse that they didn't follow procedure is beyond me.  Look, Dumbfuck is as deserving of impeachment as any president ever.  Truth be told, it appears to me that there really hasn't been an impeachment that was convicted.  And the first time a conviction happens it will surely be a Pandora's box. 

Now, I even understand the dumb bitches reasoning.  Because sure as hell, if she does put it up for a vote, she won't have the fig leaf of Republican votes on her side.  My guess is that it will be a straight party line vote by the losers.  If she goes this way, she can at least pretend. 

Nope, this is a political ploy.  it will play out the same way that "Billy Blow Job" ran out in his impeachment.  It will muddy up the waters and create a bigger stink coming out of DC for the election.  I am guessing that it might even convince enough people that Dumbfuck is crooked that the electorate will hold their nose and elect one of the pieces of shit Democrats who are out there blowing Wall Street for money.

The Democratic Elite won't allow either Bernie or Gabi to become President.  So we will be saddled with either Dumbfuck or one of the pathetic losers that the Dem's put up. 

It is unfortunate that Edward Gibbon isn't around to write a magisterial work "The Decline and Fall of the American Empire".  That man swung a mean pen.

Rice Stuff

Jun. 26th, 2019 05:40 am
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Since I seem to be fresh out of ideas of late, I kinda wonder sometimes what I want to write about in the morning in my daily ritual. 

Today was a prime example.  Got up and went through the start up rituals, then sat down to write and came up with little or nothing.  Churned out the first sentence and then sat stupidly staring at the screen.  Almost started writing about the vagaries of cooking rice for sushi, and how unsuccessful attempts do churn out high-quality pork fried rice.

But, I girded my loins and went out a-lookin' for a subject to write on and well down in my reading list I came upon this post.

Meta-Interested in politics, I can work with that. 

Now, I used to actually be interested in politics.  Truth be told, for the longest time I was a political junkie.  Hell, in 1980 I was interested enough to be nominated to the electoral college down in Utah (I actually went and dug up the results, my name is there bright and shiny).  But since Ronnie got in, my vote didn't get cast. 

But, the Shrub and Mitt and Barack and Hilly and Donny fucked that all up and killed off one of my great loves.  Now, thanks to the string of losers that I have had to deal with in this "New American Century" politics has degenerated into different tribes of apes flinging feces at each other.

But, like Keith, I am fascinated by folk's reaction to this shit war.  My friends truly get pissed off when I don't agree that Donnikins isn't the most ultimately loathesome uber-evil agent of the antichrist ever.  The conservatives in my string think that he is playing some deep game and is truly a genius bent on saving the country. 

Folks don't talk about politics as a means of solving our problems anymore.  They talk about politics as a vehicle to vent their hatred and to affix blame for the inexorable decline of a country that seems intent for a class/civil war and a far-too-interesting interregnum.

Certainty

May. 12th, 2019 07:12 am
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Truthfully and as a warning up front, a lot of the ramble today is directed toward the attitudes of liberals, but when I look had at it, the basis and description of the liberals I am giving could probably be ascribed in an equally accurate manner to conservatives.  Sampling for attitudes here in Portlandia tends to give one a disproportionate number of the shrieky, self-satisfied types on the left side of the spectrum. Conservatives who live in Portland are of a different sort, they realize that they are outnumbered and don't pick fights. (1)

So, when hanging out with friends at the local watering hole, a person known to us (definitely not of the "friend" persuasion) was seen and sat down to chat.  Folks got up and left to arrange child care and costume change. 

So M. and I were left to chat.  This was a serious error in judgement on my part.  It has been a bit since I have been cornered by bull liberal, I was taken aback.  The guy was straightforward, the Federal government should be all-powerful, states rights should be curtailed, guns should be confiscated, education is the cure for everything.  Now, this was expected once he was identified as a bull-liberal, but what came next is what surprised me.

He actually articulated his contempt for anyone who didn't agree with him.  Essentially, the basis of his contempt was "I got mine, anyone who doesn't have theirs is a loser who can't keep up because of wrong thinking". 

Now, this threw me back.  I actually just listened and then, saying I had to leave to go to the bathroom, bid my goodbyes and waited for my ride.  I didn't even argue, because my sense of it is, he had already slotted me as an unbeliever and banished me to outer perdition. 

Following a night of fairly heavy drinking followed by a day of replacing electrolytes and rest, I sat down this morning and that conversation came to mind.  When one is dealing with this type of person, one has to take any ideological lens and effectively throw it out the window.  What one see in folks like this, whether they are of the conservative or the liberal flavor, is their all absorbing self-love and self-absorption.  It simply boils down to "I got mine".  Anyone who hasn't racked up as many points as they are contemptable.  

He actually had the temerity to say that those farmers who sold out to Perdue and the other big chicken farmers did so for the money.  Seeing as my family lost out on it's farm due to corporate factory farmers driving down the price sufficiently to force our farm into the dread land's of unprofitable, this one is where he completely lost me.  But then he doubled down.  Anyone who doesn't go to college is a loser, because only education will save us.  Obamacare was great, even though a unskilled laborer couldn't afford it and a $3,000 dollar deductible made it effectively useless, well, the loser has "insurance" doesn't he?  The federal government should confiscate all guns.  

So, Just to make certain everyone is aware, this guy isn't on my growing list of acceptable drinking partners.


(1) You have to remember that the conservative groups that come over to fuck with ANTIFA (an action I heartily approve of) drive over from remote Clark County.  The denizens of this area, and of it's despised capital, Vancouver, are the wellspring of all hated thought in the Portland Metro)
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OK:  You who know this place know that I have been trying to drop weight for the the past eight months.  Doing pretty well actually, I was way too fat and had to do something about it.  The reasons and motivations behind the decision are murky and still poorly understood, but the decision was made and I am moderately successful. 

Even sat down and worked out a resistance program for myself, keeping it rational and not trying to become Sergeant Rock, but just redeveloping muscle tone.  Whole bunch of light-weight reps. 

So, down 85 some-odd pounds now, need to drop even more, but I have now established that such a thing is do-able and is within my capabilities.  I think that by my birthday this year I might be fairly close to a rational weight.

There are issues popping up though.  Right now the real problem is that it appears that my endocrine system has awakened from its 20 year catnap and is now sending out biochemical messages with completely unreasonable demands.  Most of these messages have a return address of "testosterone".

Shit.

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Days like today are why I question the whole concept of retirement.  I stayed home for a day due to illness and recuperation.  Well, being tired and weak and kind of stuck in one place does suck.  It also appears to be a substantial part of what is referred to as "the golden years".  I can do without this, thank you very much.

I like getting out and doing stuff and contributing.  I am thinking that even when I quit my current gig at the VaSpa, I will try to get a part time job at a pizza shop or other mindless pap to keep what remaining brains I have active and to provide outside stimulus.

Retirement, as envisaged here in the land of the free, is a peculiarly solipsistic way of looking at life.  It is envisioned as a series of experiences without reference, where one does things centered on the supposed cultivation of the self.  The actions really have no meaning other than offering one a way to fill a day.  I think that this is the reason that golf is so important a part of retired dude's life, it fills the day with a means to keep score. 

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