A Rare Picture of Richard

It's rumored that I'm afraid to post pics of myself, for any number of reasons, and I've heard them all (obese, diabetic, hypothyroid, alcoholic...a complete mess). The fact is, I'd rather it really not be about me personally, going forward. On the other hand, some insist, so here's a rarity.

Greetings from Cabo San Lucas.

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But then again, it's a bit distant, poor lighting, etc. Well, OK.

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I'm sure it's imperfect for a formerly fat guy, now 54. But I found something curious. While a total omnivorous meat lover, the more I switch out some of that protein and fat for some carbs—and even GASP!—2 or 3 sugary sodas per week—the more favorable seems to be my weight and body composition. It doesn't hurt to almost never snack, either. Oh well.

And oh well here, too: fair game. Jimmy Moore started this whole issue at AHS12 by publishing an unflattering pic of me, sitting and hunched over.  Let me return the favor for the "thriving" king of nutritional ketosis.

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It's All About the Thriving...And a Ketone Meter and Strips

...I'll tell you something else. I don't need to wear a girdle, because "TV makes me look" fatter than George Clooney.

Paradigmatic Juxtapositions

The other day I was approached by an older white dude in Cabo, as I was out and about and in a tank top.

"Sir, are you a veteran?" he asks.

"Of what?" I ask back politely, even though I knew what he meant—having a certain disdain as I do for the outright hijacking of a perfectly good word.

"Were you in The service?" hijacking another one.

"Well, I was a Navy officer way back in the 80s."

"...So you are a veteran."

"I didn't fight in any wars or anything, but it was a pretty cool job."

"Well thanks for your service," holding out his hand, which I shake politely. "I saw your flag tattoo and just wanted to thank you."

"Uh, it's a Black Flag," I say with a not uncertain level of emphasis..."you know? No Country?"

I wish I had a picture of the look on his face. And without a single word, he turned and scurried off. Nonetheless, nice guy. I understand his paradigm and the whole set of assumptions upon which it rests, for I advocate multi-paradigmatic thinking as part of an omni-centric mindset.

...Let's juxtapose that with Veronica, a 20-something, dark complexion, petite Mexican woman that works in the member services call center here at the resort I'm at in Cabo (she's 'in the service,' and I 'thank her for her [good] service' often). As I recount at that link, I talk to these bi-lingual girls almost daily (+ Hector, the lone wolf), sometimes several times per day but after three years, it was the first time meeting. Veronica sees me and exclaims excitedly.

"Is that an Anarchy tattoo!?"

"Yep, Order from Anarchy," I reply; "and that's not all," as I lift my short sleeve to expose the Black Flag.

"Yes, no country, right?" she asks.

Becky, her co-worker, looks over at me with a smile. "Veronica thinks different."

Indeed; different set of assumptions, lives in a different paradigm.

...Speaking of paradigms, how about the one where everything us humans are, we owe to meat; AKA, The Low Carb Paradigm? It rests on a whole bunch of assumptions now being knocked down right and left, to the general consternation of cocksure LC Diet Gurus with cadres of followers living in yet an additional paradigm: Guru Worship. Like Eades worshiper Marley Harris:

You may look like George Clooney but you think like Einstein which is why I’ve long been an Eades’ groupie.

Embarrassing. Over-the-top waymore where that came from, in metoo comments to a post that's so fucking ironic it's difficult to imagine straight faces—but such are paradigms with certain sets of assumptions. More on that in a subsequent post blast. Anyway, tons of Swedes took very seriously our takedown of the Inuit as a ketogenic society in general, as well as our exposure of Vilhjalmur Stefansson as an opportunist, lying, sac-of-shit fraud that literally stole money from investors based on falsehoods, and got people killed so he could steal more money.

Dr. Eades absolutely loves "Stef." Paradigms.

One thing cool about the Internet is its international foundation. But, that cuts both ways. Who can forget the jumping-up-and-down excitement of all the Swedes jumping on the LCHF bandwagon? Problem is, Swedes—though generally "commie" as hell socially—are nonetheless not your average Guru worshipper to the extent doG & Cunt-ry, Colorful Flag Waving 'Mercns are. They just aren't. Paradigms... Different sets of assumptions—perhaps that are taken more fundamentally than those temporarily adopted for the LCHF bandwagon.

Remember Per Wikholm? Got an email today, and he even runs a website called LCHF (low-carb, high fat). But apparently, they operate within a meta-paradigm where it's assumed that one must be honest and maintain integrity. Perhaps they even think that having a Guru status, bestselling books, and thousands of self-admitted "groupies" that tweet your every proclamation as word from Einstein, is probably a bad sign and a bad idea.

I´m really proud to have brought the RS revolution that you started on the FTA blog to Sweden. Now the train is really rolling and recently several people on Swedish LCHF for diabetics FB forums has started to test different forms of bean based pasta like blackbean spaghetti and other pastas made from green beans and soybeans. They all report only minimal post prandial bood glucose elevations, in the same neigbourhood as a stictly ketogenic LCHF meal would give.

Yea, you can get Black Bean Spaghetti.

Oh, my. Assumptions becoming too fucking stupid to continue to hold, on the right and just to the left. What are cocksure Gurus like Eades to do?

...And what of The LECTINNNNNNNNNS!!!!!?

Well, more assumptions that created paradigms are going to come crashing down and with any luck, many of the "Paleo" hucksters who built businesses on the basis of toxin-free "Paleo" living on brownies and cookies will come crashing down too, for I loath them the worst.

Perhaps you recall that The Duck Dodgers began a series on hormesis, which is a favorable biological response to low levels of toxins and stressors.

  1. The Hormesis Files: Chronic Ketosis and The Case of The Missing Glutathione
  2. The Hormesis Files: Who’s Afraid of Unrefined Sugar?

Looks like it's going to end up being about a 5-part series. Here's an official The Duck Dodgers update.

The next hormesis files post is going to shatter the Paleo™ toxins myth—since the very tribes / cultures (Inuit / Masai) that Paleo™ uses to justify a high fat diet were intentionally going out of their way to obtain the very toxins that Paleo strives to make people fear: a fear that is zero more than an opportunity to promote a low carb agenda with Gurus and their Groupies all on board. It has no basis when the eating habits of these cultures are examined more closely.

For instance, the favorite edible plants of Inuit were dwarf fireweed (Chamerion latifolium) and alpine mountainsorrel (Oxyria digyna) both of which are an antiscorbutic, and both contain a substantial amount of the same plant toxins that Cordain warns against. Plus, the Inuit drank lots of Labrador Tea, which is flat out poisonous in high doses. And the Masai ate even more of the same Paleo™ toxins than the Inuit did. So, modern Paleo™ will soon be proven as a lie for the promotion of Gurus and consumption of groupies.

Fuck that shit.

Eades derisively refers to The Duck Dodgers as Team DD, implying that it takes a whole group to challenge him when in fact, the pompous ass thoroughly basks in and takes advantage of argumentum ad populum by encouraging and cultivating thousands of blind-believing, sycophantic groupies. He loves surrounding himself with huge numbers of fucktard worshipers, which is really his greatest of many sins.

If you meet the Buddha, kill him. – Linji

Cabo San Lucas – Day 2 & 3 (So Far…)

Yesterday's Day 1 post.

A busy couple of days. It began with a flurry of inquiries via VRBO (listings here and here). The way I work those is to quickly answer any questions, if any, then tack on the boilerplate with all the rates and options. It's fire & forget. Never a follow-up, I don't add their emails to a list, and they'll never hear from me again unless I hear back from them with specific interest. When I do, I go to work to check availability, set them up with online booking, then lock it in and get their paperwork to them.

Ideally, I can have it all done in an hour or two, all online, zero physical paperwork. So, out of all the inquiries, perhaps 5 or 6, three got back to me, lots of questions, spoke with one woman in New Jersey, called the booking office and got confirmation on availability for all three, set them up with online booking via OwnerReservations.

Then I met Scott for breakfast. He's the sales guy I fist bought from just over three years ago and have since popped for two additional contracts, the latest one just three weeks ago. Part of the reason I'm here, as I said, is to experience the place myself after setting up 54 reservations for others over the last three years. The other part was to get the low-down on the new Solmar Co. resort HKS Architects designed: Rancho San Lucas Vacation Club, 4-5 miles up the coast. My Grand Solmar contracts will give me access to this property as well.

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Whereas, The Grand Solmar is a reasonably small property—locked in by a mountain, ocean, and The Playa Grande (another, older Solmar property)—that will have 250 rooms and suits when the final building is complete in July, this new property is enormous, like 3 miles along the beach, and will have 600 rooms, suites, and villas. It'll have a Greg Norman golf course, a road straight from the airport (already under construction), a salt-water lagoon, lazy river, and a wave pool. So, it's more like a Disney resort property in terms of all the family centric stuff.

Incidentally, in case you think Grand Solmar isn't world class, 1,136 of 1,373 reviews on Trip Advisor are 5-Star. Only 17 reviews are 1-Star—the sorts that would complain about accommodations in The Taj Mahal. Pretty much in line with my feedback. Out of 54 bookings, only 1 complaint over construction noise and an unavoidable power outage.

So, after all that, I had lunch for $7 including tax and tip, by the pool.

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Sake

Then, having been there a while and considering the idea, I sent emails out to the four sets of my guests staying here concurrently: "Hey, if you happen to see a guy with long hair, a black flag tat on one arm and a devil on the other, stop and say hi." I almost immediately heard back from George: "I saw that yesterday, see you soon." A couple of hours later, Michael and his daughter swam up in the Sunset pool and we chatted for a long while. I'd left the blog address in my signature, and he'd already read my previous two posts. It's really gratifying to see families so enjoying themselves.

I met Scott down at the lobby for dinner. He's lived here for 9 years, and this is his favorite place:

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Maro's Shrimp House

It's #7 of 388 restaurants in Cabo on TripAdvisor, with 2,703 reviews. Here's why.

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Grilled Butterflied Shrimp and Lobster Tails

That plate goes for a whopping $22. The lobster was firm & tender, like lobster should be and the clarified butter comes in one of those ramekin thingies with a flame under it. The shrimp was crazy good and the "cocktail" sauce? Slightly spicy, slightly sweet. Reminded me of chutney. So highly recommended. Can't wait to take Bea there. Scott insisted we go early, so we were seated immediately, by about 6:15. When we left about an hour later, there was a huge group waiting for tables.

Scott showed me around Cabo a bit, pointing out some other restaurants of interest, like Hacienda Cocina. Then he dropped my back and I stopped by the lobby bar to chat with folks which seems to come so naturally in a place where most are here for a week, Saturday-Saturday, or Sunday to Sunday. You keep encountering the same folks over and over, and it's quite nice.

Then I sat quietly by the pool for about an hour, marveling at how the ambient temperature was literally perfect.

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Via iPhone 6, no flash

Having fielded some questions for all three of those potential bookings during the day and getting them all set to finalize, I was a bit disappointed that nothing had come through. So, hit the sac. When I got up this morning at 7, there were two bookings, a 1BR Suite and a Studio Suite. That just paid for this whole vacation, times 4.

Jumped on the phone at 8 when the booking office opened, and Marta answered the phone—one of six bi-lingual call-center people (5 gals, one guy) I talk to regularly. She took care of both bookings promptly, like always, and I told her I had a surprise.

Two hours later, I walked the 5 minutes over to Playa Grande where their office is located and walked through the door. Total "Rock Star" moment ensues. Turns out that while a few members do rent their places out, nobody does it even close to what I do, or to this extent. Also turns out I get dispensation over a number of policies and procedures, such that I can get on & off the phone fast. It was really surreal and a total joy, to finally meet people I've spoken with dozens of times over three years, but never met face-to-face.

Lunch by the pool after wasn't really photo worthy, as I figured 'well, you've got to have at least one poolside club sandwich on vacation.' Obligatory. And I'm just a bit OD'd on fish and shellfish, so I believe I'll be heading over to the Ruth's Chris on the marina for that Big Filet, medium rare, and perhaps a Cesar salad. I'll chock it up to penance to the doGs of low-carb dieting for my wayward ways of late (...and I had a Mexican, cane sugar Coca-Cola with that sandwich, too).

Cabo San Lucas – Day 1

Here's the kickoff post from yesterday and the full set of photos of The Gand Solmar Land's End Resort.

First full day was spent getting a lay of the land, and lots of pool & sunshine. And, of course, lunch by the pool. $10, including tax and tip.

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Of course, some people come to Cabo for this:

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...Or, this:

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...For still others, me included, it's this:

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Sea Bass Stuffed with Shrimp and Scallops (though, a bit salty for my taste)

...And of course, "the real Mexico:"

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Taco Bar!
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Souvenirs and Tequila Shots

...Have too many tequila shots, and the signage becomes a redundancy.

All the photos were shot with the Panasonic Lumix DMC-GF1 12.1MP Micro Four-Thirds Interchangeable Lens Digital Camera with 14-45mm Lens. Everything, including the night shots, was on the auto setting—so no futzing with shutter speed or aperture, and only a couple photos came out too blurry to publish. The rest here, on Flickr.

Finally, got word that Beatrice got so jealous that she's book a flight for Thursday. Same Alaska flight I came down on, fling back Saturday on the same flight. More later. Enjoy yourselves out there.

Update: Days 2 & 3.

Los Cabos

Got in yesterday after a great flight experience, for once. San Jose - Cabo, direct, on-time 9:22 am departure, 2 1/2 hour flight, $50 upgrade to 1st Class. Then, an effortless $17 shuttle ride to The Grand Solmar Land's End Resort & Spa.

As I may have mentioned, I've been renting out my contract rights for three years now—about 50 sets of guests, and this is the first time I've stayed in it myself. Kinda over the top. I've stayed in Four Seasons that aren't as nice. But, it's a semi working vacation. My aim is to write a comprehensive travel guide to the resort and stuff within walking distance. Been shooting tons of photos.

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Open Lobby

I'll be uploading all the photos to Flickr for anyone looking to check it out. ...Well, I just did... The Internet smokes here, even by the pool.

In the meantime, here was breakfast. When I go to tropical places, I pretty much eat only fruit & fish—some eggs & beans for breakfast is OK—breakfast meat not required.  So, here was breakfast. $13, including tax and tip; and including coffee, OJ, breakfast rolls and a pot of yogurt.

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I was kinda laughing at all the people paying $30 for the buffet, when I couldn't even eat all I had.

OK, more later. I'll hit the Marina later. Suggestions for great seafood welcome. Just don't tell me Cabo Wabo. I hate Sammy Hagar, who ruined Van Halen, as far as I'm concerned.

Update: More from the first full day.

If You Can’t Buy Your Own Government, Migrate to a Place Where You Can

I like Mafia movies; principally, because it's just a form of alternative government and indoctrinated people make meaningless distinctions about it.

Everybody pays for government.

'Mercan fanboys and girls say stupid shit like, in making bad distinctions: "it's a protection racket." Well, what do you think the fucking US Feds are—with their endless election spectacles—dumb shit? They're objective, not for hire? Laf. The POTUS commands the highest payoffs in the history of planet earth.

Oh, I know: you live in a particular paradigm, resting on a set of assumptions. You learned it, were indoctrinated with it; and as such, mount resistance to any other paradigms upon which alternative sets of assumptions rest that are scary different from your assumptions.

Let me tell you my working assumptions:

  1. I have my own moral code
  2. I recognize that others have theirs
  3. I eschew forcing anyone, but I'd be delighted to blow brains on the wall should those others engineer to impose their sets of assumptions or corollary paradigms on me
  4. Don't want to be locked up
  5. I like to trade, where something I want less goes for something they want want less too, but each wants what the other holds, more

That's pretty much it, but you ought pay for protection if you're not isolated, and what fun is there in being isolated? Conundrum.

For me, owing to the logical conclusions of my assumptions, much "bribery" is pretty moral. Let's say a zoning commission stands in the way of you developing your property as you like. Pay them off, develop it. Win win.

...Or, because of some particular sort of social-political activism—where people waste their time trying to move society—suddenly, you find your business model that contemplates voluntary trade between you and the customers you cultivate in jeopardy because someone or a group has out-bid you in terms of payoffs, favors, political swag.

...So, imagine what you might be able to do if you moved to some island in the Philippines, Indonesia, Thailand, whatever—or many places in south America on the continental beach. Imagine that for some Jacksons hand-to-hand, now & then, a Benjamin now & then—along with invites to your parties as notable guests—you could enjoy not only freedom to go about your peaceful affairs, but actual solid protection, the best money can buy?

But no, you want to CHANGE THE SYSTEM! Well, you're not much on balance sheets or P&Ls, are you?

Listen: Unless you're into the mega-millions here in the Good 'ol USA, you have been priced out of the market for 'freedom.' Don't buy into that fucktarded DEMOCRACY!!! shtick, where you spend your entire life agitating for what you will never, ever see. The only ones who see what they want in "The Land of the Free," anymore, are those who can pay to play. Do you imagine that the Corp executives of the 100 largest companies in America agitate about politics? No. They have a concern, they make a phone call, money flows, they typically get results. The only risk they really face is getting too exuberant or well known, because then they become a target for a takedown, just so everyone "knows" that what's always in play, is never in play.

Free the Animal means assessing the landscape. If its unsuitable for survival and well being and happiness, migrate to where it can be.

Only the human animal will spend its entire life—wasting it—on trying to change the minds of others, their sets of assumptions, their paradigms, how it shakes out and most importantly: the market over your personal agents of force.

...This is why I simply hurl insults, and typically eschew long winded philosophical essays. But in the end, I just like grabbing an idea and see what I can write about it.

Sugar For A Simpler Sleep Aid or Acute Insomnia Cure

This was a rather tough little experiment I've done on occasion for quite a while now, perhaps over a year or more. That's simply because I really don't have much problem with good sleep. Since I'm human, live in a complex world, and have made my way in producing my own income since 1992, I expect that sometimes I'm going to have disturbed sleep. Or, hell, I'm married, too. ;)

...Sometime back, on the late Seth Roberts' blog, I caught wind of an intervention where one takes maybe 1-2 TBS of honey (17-34g sugar carbs) before bed each night, and has better sleep. I've mentioned it in comments a couple of times and have been told that Ray Peat and Matt Stone have advocated fruit juice for the same purpose. It got me thinking. Could that be why my dad, and so may others, like a glass of warm milk before bed? (I dislike warm milk—I like ice cold milk—and I suspect the therapeutic value is in the sugar, not the temperature.)

I'll get to my details in a minute; but first, I Googled around this morning...something like: 'sugar before bed for insomnia.' And zero of the links on the first page of results mentioned anything about sugar. Instead, it was all links to popular bogs with lists of up to 10 things to avoid. News Flash: Don't drink a Venti mega-quadruple-shot mocha chocolate latte frappuccino before bed. Some of this was from "Paleo" bolgs of the sort where you have to have a list of instructions to, literally, do anything, Cage-the-Animal, style. Curiously, when I was in college, senior year, taking a course on vector calculus for fun that I didn't need, I found that pulling all-nighters in advance of tests, with copious coffee, nonetheless didn't hamper my ability to crash at 4-5am for a few hours.

So it's taken a while, since I sleep pretty damn well. I'm BULLETPROOF! (apologies to Dave). But I also got interested because the dream state often reported with lots of fibers for the gut opened my eyes to the vast complexities of what we take for granted every night. I wondered what might happen, combining the two.

So I did. Now, I use a fiber concoction of more than a dozen things, and I often mix it with 4 oz of OJ, and 4 oz of whole milk, and often with a raw egg (Orange Julius with smoothness and texture). ...I'll be putting up my recipe soon: no longer interested in developing and marketing a product.

OK, so as I said, this took a while, because I wanted to intuitively shake out the confounders—not in a purely scientific way, but more an intuitive one. Just make sure I've done it in enough differing circumstances that I get some sense of real resolution. Obviously, someone with chronic insomnia would make a far better test subject. On the other hand, one doesn't need to be an insomniac to enjoy better, deeper sleep.

Accordingly, sometimes I take a TBS or two of honey, sometimes about 4oz of OJ, and I've even tried 4-6 oz of craft root beer, made with cane sugar (I just avoid HFCS, I doubt it would make a substantial difference towards the goal). Can't tell any difference, which leads me to believe that sugar can help you sleep better, deeper, longer. When I do this, I very often experience bouts of very deep sleep lasting 4-6 hours in a stretch, without waking up, or having to expel yellow saline. Add the gut fibers, and you get a dream novel on top of it—leading you to believe that you do, actually, have a novel or two of your own weird making, in you. Various probiotics might help too, and I'll soon be blogging about a new one from the UK—mega high dose, intended for short-bout dosages of 3-6 days, periodically.

The other thing I've done many times, and perhaps more importantly, is to not do any of that before-bed intervention, but wait for one of those nights where I wake up sometime between 2-4 am, and it takes 1-2 hours to get back to sleep. I'll eventually always get back to sleep; but what I've found for myself, including last night—which prompted this post, finally—is that it almost never takes more than 2 hours, or less than 1 if I do nothing, but it can take only 15 minutes.

Since I've been doing this a while in many different ways, last night I decided to try to bring it home for me. I went to bed tired at about 11pm, having been up since 6am. Went to sleep head-pillow like. Woke up 4 hours later. Usually, it's take a piss, go right back to sleep. Not this time. Tossed, seemingly wide awake. Had a little bout of restless leg (this is a rare acute thing for me; chronic for my dad—since I was a kid). So, after an hour—it's 4am—I go in, take about a half cup of OJ with a couple of ounces of salty club soda (straight OJ is too sweet for me), and next thing I know, it's 7:15.

So, there you go. You can try it if you like, or stupidly believe it's going to kill your pancreatic beta cells...and that it's more important to live in sleep frustration over years and decades than "kill beta cells" in your imagination, because: that's what the LOW CARB RELIGION HUMANOIDS want you to believe because they live in deprived sleep misery themselves, and want plenty of commiseration and comfort—perhaps so you can come up with a low-carb alternative.

Or, just whatever. Try it and see, or don't. And I don't care either way.

Kids Want To Learn, But Probably Not What You Want To Teach

It's always hilarious to me: reports on poor classroom performance, poor test scores, and on and on.

Thing is, that's a "report card" on teachers, administrators, bureaucrats, politicians, collectivism, socialism, and society's just-another-brick-inb-the-wall meat grinder in general—not on kids. Accordingly, it almost always comes down to MORE MONAYS! (for teachers, bureaucrats, administrators, et al.).

This is all dumb. Very dumb. Why? Because what's going on isn't really learning per se, but indoctrination disguised as learning, and "poor performance" is really a measure—and a good one at that—of resistance to such indoctrination, euphemistically labelled learning or teaching. Hell, even Hellen Keller learned, and with no visual or auditory perception—the core stalwarts of learning (indoctrination, too, though). Humans—indeed animals in general—yearn for knowledge from the moment of first breath. The acquisition of knowledge over how to survive and prosper is baked into the cake of survival on this planet.

...I got a question in email from some parents yesterday that inspired this post, and my wife Beatrice—a school teacher of 4th, 5th, and 6th grade levels for 33 years—wrote the principal response.

Hi Richard,

I've commented a few times on the blog - most recently about the gliding thread.

Seems strange contacting someone I don't know personally to ask this question - but being surrounded by closed minded relatives I'd really appreciate your opinion.

Homeschooling is something that has always been in the back of mind but never acted upon.

Due to my son recently been labelled as stubborn and difficult for acting out army games in school (play acting soldiers is now forbidden apparently) and getting in a tit for tat scrap with another kid, myself and my wife are on the verge of giving up on an increasingly fucked up education system and homeschooling our two children. They're good well mannered kids that are being hammered into a distorted shape due to a 'sit down, be quiet, and don't question anything' teaching methodology.

I confess, I reluctantly agreed to let them go to a Catholic school as my wife initially thought the 'moral' grounding would benefit them. Suffice to say she has completely changed her view on the merits of a Catholic education.

So, if you can spare a minute or two to give me some thoughts on the merits of homeschooling children vs my perception of the indoctrination process of state school I'd be much obliged.

Your opinion matters to us.

Well, as you may see, parochial or private—or otherwise cloistered—isn't really the key, because the same premise of indoctrination holds sway...it's just that you're indoctrinating over a different set of values. Sometimes, those values are closer to home, so that's likely the Occam's Razor explanation for why kids in private indoctrination often fare better than those in secular, State-indoctrination systems.

OK, here's my wife's unedited take on it. Notice that she does not write like I do (Duh!). She doesn't write for fun, or to get an endorphin spike. She writes to the issue, to the question specifically.

If he's thinking about it, he should do it. He'd have to be willing to find out what his son is passionate about and provide experiences that nurture it. It's like working backwards. Once you find the passion, it's a piece of cake, the learning follows..the reading, the researching, the math, the science, the social studies. It's called Project Based Learning, 21st Century Teaching. Look it up.

The only thing missing is the collaboration with other kids, to work towards a goal to complete a project. This is an important component, but only part of the complete process. Perhaps you could join other kids who are being homeschooled; do some skyping with kids in other countries, blog, etc.

I'm sure his son will not be the only one to benefit. I'm sure his father/mother, the teacher will be just as excited about learning and exploring... going to many cool places together, having new experiences together, delving deep to figure things out that you are excited about. It will be cool.

And if it's too much for you as far as a commitment, find a school that teaches this way.

I posted the other day about a PBL project the 5th graders did at her school: teams designed boats for four 5th grade students per boat, working only with cardboard, glue, and tape. Then, they had to get in them, in a lake, theory to practice like. What did they learn?

  • Research
  • Reading
  • Math
  • Critical thinking
  • Rudimentary water-displacement engineering
  • Materials adhesion characteristics
  • Measurement
  • Social collaboration

The list probably goes on, and with sub-lists. Now, did those 10-year-olds set out to learn all aspects of that foregoing list and pass aptitude tests? Bitch, please! They wanted to build a fucking boat four of them could get into and float across the lake. That list is just a few of the required prerequisites for getting that goal of passion done, and perhaps done better than other teams.

A couple of specific points.

  1. So-called teachers can learn too. Beatrice says that one of the things that gets her excited and motivated to get up at 5:30 every morning to get to "school," is that she's learning too. Picture a "classroom" where every student is on an Internet-connected MacBook Pro (they have iPads, too), and they're calling across the room to one-another for help or critique on the various micro-projects they engage in every day. In this way, she's not there to be an authoritarian-indoctrinarian, but a facilitator with experience, and she get's something out of it beyond the MONAY.
  2. Collaboration is the real key to all of this working as it does. Modern "education" is based upon a model of competition where, the winners eventually get the best opportunities for jobs going forward. Well, guess what? When they get to those great jobs, they find that no man is an island, so they're faced with a real world where we're social animals and one must collaborate, cooperate, and even compromise in order to get shit done. So, in this old-world indoctrination system, we set them up for failure right off the bat, by pitting student against student, rather than encouraging them to collaborate towards a common passionate goal, which is the way the world works anyway.

It's old-world prerequisite indoctrination, juxtaposed with modern Project Based Learning, where prerequisites are just baked into the colaborative-project cake. And so the goal is to first come up with projects the kids get engaged in.

Everything flows from there...backwards, piece of cake, as Beatrice says.

...Yesterday, Bea went to school early because Telemundo was there to do a segment—beginning at 5am. Yea, kids were there at 5am. Beatrice has zero problems with attendance or truancy. It's her job to come up with projects that engage them, facilitate their splitting into teams so that every kid has a good reason to not not want to be there for every moment.

What is so fucking hard about this? Oh, yea, Follow the MONAY!

And when you follow that, it become clear whose expense isn't being accounted for. 

“Land of the Free” Update: US[SR] and The Curious Case of Mohamedou Slahi

Sometimes you really need to think in terms of essentials.

Are the great, integrated-with-human-nature ideas and ideals of Enlightenment—where a state ought to be subject to the same moral code as citizens—the most important thing? Or, is the most important thing the actions of a State that was supposedly-specifically founded on such ideals?

The critical distinction to make is the one over what comes down to lip service vs. action. They always spouted lots of shit. But what do they do, at the same time they're saying? 

There's another, though. It's the one that both D and R desperately need for any political parity or gain. You must fool everyone, but the most important fools are the flag wavers who only want a State they can call their own...it's in advance of the Heaven they can call their own, too. You have to cut to chase: you just call it a war, catch-all style.

What's particularly prescient to me, though, is that American Flag Wavers lie: they don't call it Holy (Jihadists are more honest that way). See, doG fearing Republicans are politically powerful; but they principally respect Bibles and preachers, and others of like "mind." They learned to 'give unto Ceasar what is Ceasar's' long time ago, cheap whores they are. They put down swords and reached into pockets instead, placated. It's geopolitical on scale.

Such is the "Land of the Free" landscape, now—far removed from the rather light theism of the founders born 300-400 years ago. Therefore, if you tell them it's war! then they think 'walls-tumbling' Joshua—or any number of other genocides—and because it's their doG, they're OK with it. They read it, or someone preached it to them and they said "Amen Brother"...because they read it, or someone preached it to them before. It's a circular thing.

...So yea, I got stirred up this morning. Made me weep a bit, even.

He's been "DETAINED" and "tortured" (when it's America, torture must be in scare quotes, see?) for 14 years. Took 6 of those for his 400+page NYT Bestseller written in 2005-ish to make it out, with redactions.

I guess there's that. At least, we don't have to worry that "freedom of speech" is actually an Enlightenment moral principle, or anything. When we don't want someone to speak or write free, then we get on the distinction bandwagon. See, he's not an American citizen under CONSTITUTIONAL PROTECTIONS!!! and even more, we've labeled him as an enemy combatant. He has no rights; and certainly not, since he's been subject to "American persuasion" now (euphemisms for tortured), for 14 years.

He has never been charged with any crime. He has never stood trial for any crime. He's been in prisson for 14 years. Be proud, Americans.

In my book, this makes America a usual suspect at very best. I reaffirm my desire to eventually become a citizen of a peaceful country, and to burn my American passport in effigy.

The last thing I want to do is die as a citizen of a place I didn't ask to be born in, and that I reject as good and moral.

I'm going to buy and read Guantánamo Diary during my Cabo runtime, all next week. Least I can do.

...Oh, and just as an aside, read that eminently cool dude Solzhenitsyn: The Gulag Archipelago.

Is It Time To Move The Fuck On?

Real Food. I get it: meat, fish, fowl, vegetables, fruits, legumes, nuts, starches. I mean: I really get it. It's rather easy...so say billions of hominoids, 4 million years and counting.

I don't get this, anymore:

Here’s my PS story:

I’ve never been obese and today I’m lean (4-pack) with good insulin sensitivity (low fasting insulin). But these days I have poor starch sensitivity (BG spikes too much if I eat more than 3-4 oz starch in a meal). In 2013 I discovered it with a “sweet potato blood sugar challenge test” a la Kresser. So I went low starch. A1c improved from 5.7 to 5.1. Then I read about PS from Freetheanimal. I immediately started in Dec 2013. In January I repeated the potato test. I was *ecstatic* that my post-meal BG peak after an 8 oz sweet potato was 130 and <90 at 90 minutes!!! (It also lowered FBG from the 90s to the 80s) Holy cow! So I transitioned to PHD with 6-8 oz of white rice or potato per meal. But my ecstasy was short-lived. Some random post-meal BG tests 3 months later showed that my starch intolerance was back despite continuous PS supplementation (FBG also went back to the 90s). With chagrin I dialed back my starch intake per meal to keep BG spikes <140. Try as I might by looking for whatever else I changed (e.g. supplements, sleep, stress), I couldn't get my temporary incredible starch tolerance back. The only BG effect that remains is lower BG 90 minutes after meals. Maybe my gut flora was in a transient state in the weeks following starting PS, and the final species mix doesn't give me that wonderful starch tolerance. A recent post mixed-meal insulin and C-peptide test confirmed my post-meal insulin output is a bit less than half of a healthy person – a weak "first phase" insulin response. I hope it's due to the Incretin system and the gut flora's influence on it. (And thus fixable), rather than late-onset diabetes type 1 beta-cell-killing antibodies.
So now I'm gonna try the Inulin and Acacia supps added to the 2 tbsp PS (which Goddess notwithstanding, I like because of sleep quality). That she mentions her Inulin and Acacia "bionic combo 2" (without psyllium) "burns fat" may be a clue that it improves the Incretin system.

BTW I am curious why Steve Cooksey (diabetes warrior) has not explained why he stopped PS, and has not updated us with his "bionic" experiment since January.

For me, I love being of some service to others when and if I can, right up until I sense I'm being a disservice.

I read the above and my first thought is to wonder how it was possible for billions to live happy lives before blood glucose monitors and A1C lab testing. I've tossed all of that: see Real Food, above.

Take your chances, or don't, but I'm solidly out of the game of endless, boundless, and unbridled deconstruction and dis-integration, i.e., disintegration.

Good luck with that.