Hint: Way Easier To Change What You Think Rather That What You Believe

 Dary Pino Rose is a buddy. She calls me "dude."

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Lunch With Kevin Rose's Wife :)

You know how I know she's legit? I pitched her a totally fucktarded idea in email last week involving the general food-health-gut-o-sphere, and she called me on it. I lacked perspective she had; I had to agree, once I got a whiff.

...I first met Darya via her blog some years ago (originally published 2010). I have just always liked her style, and she's up in SF, goes to the Ferry Building Farmer's Market, etc. For me, she has always been the most decent check on my Paleo exuberance. Yes, I actually like to keep some people close who think I'm wrong, so long as they aren't fucktards.

...I've been on Darya's email list forever and usually, it's run-of-mill. Not this time. Grils learn, yo! I loved it so much. I gave her a silly barrage of emails as I was reading. This is true blogging. Many can write. So few come to be able to let you see their beating heart.

The No.1 Thing That Prevents You from Changing Your Habits

When I first went to college the last thing I cared about was learning to cook. Neither of my parents had a degree, and by the time I was in middle school it was clear to me that higher education was my only ticket to salvation.

I remember running errands with my mom one afternoon and seeing her bump into an old classmate she knew from high school. “Oh, hi! Wow, I haven’t seen you in 20 years.” They exchanged pleasantries and parted ways. It was obvious the two of them had no real desire to keep up with each other and that they were just being polite for etiquette’s sake. We were all glad when it was over.

The school they both attended was only a few blocks down the street and I knew it would be my fate to go there as well. Class of ’97. Go Vanguards.

I adore getting better glances into the souls of folks who endeavor to write and convey. I've always known there's a lot of submerged material lurking—as it is for moi meme.

So, if you've a mind, encourage Darya in comments for the added insight.

Could A Good Gut Microbiome Turn Lectins, Phytates and Saponins Into Nutrients?

Well, it seems to turn some poison into food for some mice.

Poop Transplants Let Pack Rats Eat Poison

Can’t eat poison without dying? Maybe your gut microbes are to blame. Rodents in the Mojave Desert have evolved to eat toxic creosote bushes with the help of specialized gut bacteria. Although scientists had long suspected that bacteria might be key to the rats’ power, they proved it by feeding the rodents antibiotics and ground-up feces.

The desert woodrat or Neotoma lepida lives in dry parts of the western United States. (You might know woodrats as “pack rats”; they build elaborate nests out of debris they’ve hoarded.) In the southern part of the desert woodrat’s range, a bush called creosote grows. Its leaves are coated in a toxic material—the key ingredient, nordihydroguaiaretic acid, normally damages the kidneys and liver of rodents. Yet desert woodrats that live in the creosote bush’s range can eat it without any trouble. In fact, the amount of creosote a desert woodrat eats in just a day would kill a laboratory mouse.

...Honey Bagger Don't Care. Honey Badger Don't Give a Shit.

Oooowzers. Watch out for those LECTINS!

Robin Williams

 It is truly heartbreaking. For me.

...Just another one in the million or so blog posts about him, but I'll make it brief. I wasn't going to say anything at all, but then I heard an interview with a "mental health professional" on NPR just a bit ago during a round-tripper to the market.

"Nobody should feel they have a right to commit suicide."

Juxtaposed, when I shared the news on Facebook two days ago, I said: "Damn. Well, everyone gets to do what they want to do."

But, you see, "mental health professionals" are "troubled" about the "discussion." Suicide—especially of high-ranking humans with access to everything these "Pros" have to "offer"—exposes their utter impotence and fraud. Fuck 'em. The sorry state of modern mental health is at their doorstep, number one; and number two, almost all they ever wanted to do was make money in perpetuity at your expense. Fuck 'em for a second time.

Suicide is every human being's rightful option 100% of the time—wall-to-wall and floor-to-ceiling. In fact, humans are the only animal in nature—that I'm aware of—with the capacity to consciously commit suicide.

Beached whales are probably just confused.

My take? A very complex man, an incalculable soul. They don't so much fit in in a McDonald's world where there's 20 menu items that you can order by number.

He probably witnessed the intransigence of human, rat-race-banality way up closer and for a lot longer than I.

That is all.

Don’t Tread On Me

Woke up to a funny comment this morning.

Your system of everybody being left alone is a utopia. It presupposes that all human beings are completely rational at all times and that no one ever imposes force on anyone else. Seeing that there are people that are irrational and would love to kill you and steal your stuff, there must exist an entity that would protect you from the threat of such people. Your stance is merely you blanking out to reality.

Well, there was just too much mishmash to deal with. For one, I presuppose that of all predators—certainly not the ones with guns, jails, execution chambers, badges, uniforms, robes, high benches in hardwood, marble columns, edifice of all sort...and elections from hundreds of millions of willing stooges who long for 'please them, not me,'...along with monopoly adjudication over the use of preemptive force—the random ones can more often be dealt with by my .45, .38. .22, 380-tiny, a shotgun, and my Model 12 (that's Winchester, lever action, 1912). I am more than happy to take my chances, rather than live under your voting (an euphemism for public masturbation) schemes of who's the bigger mob.

The cannibal pot: who goes in, who gets to feast. 

The point is, 99.999999% of AMERICANS are the most pathetically fearful people on the face of planet Earth.

The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary. — H.L. Mencken

What's most pathetic—and this goes to Europe as well—is that most people in the first world actually live in mortal fear that they will have to pay their own way in life if shit hits fan. It's true. Watch the news. Virtually everything is about someone having the burden of  paying, when someone else could pay more easily. First worlders go to insane lengths to make sure someone will be there to change their diaper if they've run out of money.

Your could is a mortgage on your life. Do you understand? That you could is, at first, a suspicion. But if you can but won't, it's an indictment with faux-moral undertones. Jump in the cannibal pot. People are hungry. Lazy and feeling entitled, too, but hungry. And, you have to feed the masses. Otherwise, there will be unrest and unrest means lots of things. Shit, Kings' heads can go up missing when there's unrest.

So, here was my basic answer to my interlocutor.

I didn’t say that, Daniel, so you’ve torn down a nice strawman of your own making in your blanking out of my long held position.

Nowhere have I said “system,” nor “everybody.” That is not anarchism.

What I do say is leave me alone. And I am taking steps to leave to someplace where I can actually be very free by comparison. Previously this would have been impractical for a number of reasons but now, I can make the same money anywhere in the world with a laptop and WiFi.

I’m not trying to save the world, merely reach one mind at a time and all it requires is for any individual to simply not buy into one jot or tittle of the State fraud and scam. Ever.

Let the rest of the world go to hell and laf when it does. Like I always say, I hope to see Armani suits in soup lines in America in my lifetime. I’ll be on a quiet beach near the equator, with popcorn.

Life is not only about opportunities, but also limits; and I’ve found that while I loath all limits placed on me by any other entity—and would happily raise a black flag and slit throats—I’m rather fond of the ones I place on myself that emerge from 53 years of experience in living a human life for the very first, and the very last time.

Hit & Run: When Will We See The End Of Kings?

Is it just me? I only got this because, owing to flying airplane stuff, I get email alerts from my local peeps.

Hello everyone,

We have VIP movement in the area tomorrow in case you are flying. Please check the TFR's and take caution.

Obama the Choom Master—probably with his Stupid Bitch in tow (that post is from 2007)—will be gracing our presence in their Public/Private B-747 tomorrow evening. Ever asked yourself why, since it's "public property," you couldn't get within 100 yards of the thing—much less get a ride—even after a lifetime of paying your taxes, getting cancer, and it was your dying wish?

The answer, of course, is that it's not "practical"—because then, everyone would want to be King, or minimally, graced by his presence—which is my point. Nobody ought ever be President. Or King. And nothing has changed in hundreds of years, materially. You are still a pawn subject, albeit with more stuff. Are you also a whore, whose mind can simply be bought with stuff and comforts?

Bread and Circuses, animals?

Our Presidents kills numbers of innocent folks around the world, and imprison numbers of domestic citizens over peaceful activities such as to make the Kings of the past blush so envious, they'd probably lock themselves up for 2 days and emerge with a very swollen member.

...So this is the state of The Land of the Free, now? If you intend on doing a Hundred Dollar Burger tomorrow (this is where you fly somewhere for lunch—uh, bikers do it too, only I think they call it the $100 coffee) just know: there's an euphemism afoot. What do I mean by that? Remember when it went from Kentucky Fried Chicken to KFC? Well, VIP means: Very Important Person. Since you are more moral and upstanding than any President or King ever in the history of the planet—since I presume that you live your life in a voluntary, give-&-take dynamic with your fellow human animals the vast majority of the time, eschewing violence and force to get your way—doesn't it seem ironic that you are not a Very Important Person...while those who kill, torture, and imprison the most are so Very Important? ...Plus, you fly your own airplane if you got one...

What does that make you?

Is it that we live in this upside-down world where most people are just subjects, subject to domination by other humans, and that's just the way it is? The VIPs used to be anointed by some things called sovereigntyThe Divine Right of Kings, and whatnot. Since then, there's this new App called Democracy. You get points for voting one way, and having the King do the other. Cool App. It's amazing; because, while it's wholly predictable, 0% of people who play it ever predict correctly. Now: that's one killer, successful App. Best of all, it costs America, currently, about $1 Trillion in added National Debt, such that every person over the age of 18 gets to play it and be wrong every time, challenging them to play it again and again—because it's NOT insane.

...President Barack Obama (and his Stupid Bitch) is scheduled to fly into San Francisco International Airport tomorrow for a short fundraising visit in the South Bay.

Obama is slated to arrive on Air Force One around 9 p.m. ahead of a Wednesday reception and luncheon to raise money for the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee at the Los Altos Hills home of Judy and George Marcus.

George Marcus is the founder of the real estate brokerage firm Marcus & Millichap.

Other dignitaries expected at the 10:15 a.m. fundraiser include House Democratic Leader Nancy Pelosi, Rep. Anna Eshoo, D-Palo Alto, and DCCC chairman Steve Israel.

According to an event invitation, ticket prices started at $10,000 for lunch and a photo with Obama. A $32,400 ticket includes entrance to a VIP reception, lunch and a photo.

Protesters supporting net neutrality plan to demonstrate outside the presidential visit between 9:30 a.m. and 11 a.m. Wednesday.

The group, organized by MoveOn.org, is urging Obama to support unrestricted, equal access to the Internet.

Organizers have said they are demanding Obama keep his promise to preserve the "open Internet" and publicly state that he supports the Federal Communications Commission treating the Internet as a public utility.

Net neutrality advocates have been rallying against FCC chairman Tom Wheeler's proposal to create a two-tiered system that would allow service providers to offer faster connection speeds for fee-paying content providers and a second, slower speed for others.

Obama will continue onto Los Angeles on an early Wednesday afternoon flight from SFO to end a three-day West Coast fundraising trip.

He will be in Seattle today before flying to the Bay Area.

At my old, getting cantankerous by the day, 53, I am really getting to loath privilege, per se.

I get treated like royalty by friends, family...everywhere I go. Somehow, I get away with writing scathing rebuke as you see in the foregoing while still being treated as I would like to treat most others. Golden Rule.

I'm but one anecdote, but I've been doing this for 22 years and have no intention of letting up.

Have you ever considered that when you read my balderdash and get a visceral rise that makes you uncomfortable—unless you either lash out at me, dismiss me, or whatever—that you simply lack my experience? Do you understand that when I see some of you doing that, I remember what it was like to think like that 20-30 years ago, and I've received judgement ever since, daily?

Do you live your one and only life in fear and trepidation over what others might think or feel? Do you recoil at the fear someone might have the temerity to JUDGE you? I judge people every day, and I'm anxious to take in the judgements of others, for 22 years, and it's nearly daily. In this way, I get to practice the dialectic of Thesis --> Antithesis --> Synthesis. Those who judge and criticize me are ultimately far more valuable than those who applaud me.

After all, if there is a Heaven and Hell, I most assuredly want to go where all the cool cats are going to be. At least I'll get lots of schooling on how I could have been cooler.

...My idea of eternal torture is waking up with an awful hangover every morning. It's quite a lot better, in my view, than waking up and having to don robes, to go sit at the feet of some VIP in worship.


Everywhere you look, discrimination. So disheartening.

Black, brown, yellow, red. Ha! WHITE!

FEmale. Ha! Male. Just male. WOman. Man.

ANTarctic. Ha! Arctic. Just arctic.

Antarctica sets new record for sea ice

The sea ice surrounding Antarctica, which, as I reported in my book, has been steadily increasing throughout the period of satellite measurement that began in 1979, has hit a new all-time record high for areal coverage.

The new record anomaly for Southern Hemisphere sea ice, the ice encircling the southernmost continent, is 2.074 million square kilometers and was posted for the first time by the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign’s The Cryosphere Today early Sunday morning. [...]

Walt Meier, formerly of the National Snow and Ice Data Center and currently of NASA’s Goddard Institute for Space Studies, has previously said that Antarctic sea ice, which has little ice that survives year to year, is less significant than Arctic sea ice to the climate system.

“While the Arctic has seen large decreases through the year in all sectors, the Antarctic has a very regional signal – with highs in some areas and lows in others,” Meier said in 2013. “And of course, the Arctic volume is decreasing substantially through the loss of old ice. The Antarctic, which has very little old ice, hasn’t much of a volume change, relatively speaking.”

The new Antarctic record anomaly was more than 10 percent greater than the previous record.

The steady growth of Antarctic sea ice and its influence on global sea ice appeared to provide a public relations problem, at a minimum, for those warning of global warming’s menace. According to Meier and some other climatologists, global sea ice area is simply not a metric to consider when examining the climate system.

“A plot of global sea ice is just not informative or useful,” Meier said.

Global sea ice, during the course of the last year and a half, has seen its most robust 18-month period of the last 13 years, maintaining, on average, a positive anomaly for an 18-month period for the first time since 2001.

Phil Jones, of the Climatic Research Unit at the University of East Anglia, waded into the global sea ice analysis in 2013 as well.

“Adding the Arctic and Antarctic sea ice extents doesn’t make that much sense as the two regions are at opposite ends of the world, and the seasons are opposite,” Jones said at the time.

As I also reported in Don’t Sell Your Coat, the temperature at the South Pole has been declining during the past four decades as well.

Earth pole bias? All ice is not created equal? Or, is it really just too fucking complex to understand? Seems to be a heads I win, tails you lose deal: increases in antarctic ice are dismissed as irrelevant, while decreases in arctic ice are highly relevant.

Oh wait...didn't Jones say, “Adding the Arctic and Antarctic sea ice extents doesn’t make that much sense as the two regions are at opposite ends of the world, and the seasons are opposite.”

Wow, is it worse than I I even imagined?


Let's get this straight: CHRISTMAS BELONGS IN WINTER!

Update: Jesus, it's so easy—because we're so conditioned—to miss forms of discrimination. Meier says:

“And of course, the Arctic volume is decreasing substantially through the loss of old ice. The Antarctic, which has very little old ice, hasn’t much of a volume change, relatively speaking.”

Now, tell me that's not reverse age discrimination.

Medium Anarchy

Some months way back I became a bit intrigued by a new social blogging platform, kinda having lost interest in Tumblr.

It's Medium.  As a platform that just gets out of the way and let's you blog from a web-based editor, it's pretty great. It achieves—for me—a level of plain pleasure in just easily crafting a cool post, using images to convey metaphor...that's just plain fun.

I put up a post back then: Do Something So Crazy You’re Afraid to Tell AnyoneAnd then tell everyone anyway.

Then I set it aside.

Needing something of a diversion, something different today, I ended up reading a post by some Aussie girl over her failed startup. Quite interesting. Take a girl who just got out of high school, started an Internet clothing business with no money and no knowledge, manages to handle getting everything sorted—including a visa to the US—gets Angel and Seed funding. Tanks anyway, but there's a million tidbits of good info: My startup failed, and this is what it feels like…

...Don't let the word "feel" in the title dissuade you (laf...women...). It's a pretty good post for young folk and entrepreneurs alike.

So I got a bit inspired and decided to revamp my 9-part Anarchy Begins at Home series. A bit of editing here and there, a few different pics, banner pics and all of a sudden, I'm working on part 4.

I'll pump 'em out every couple of days or so. For now, Part 1 is up: Anarchy Begins at Home ,  Pt. 1 — The Quality of Paleolithic Knowledge.