Life Drain? Money Drain? Or Both?

I ought to have learned this lesson from my The-Great-Depression surviving maternal grandparents; or, from my WWII surviving paternal grandparents, who managed to immigrate penniless to the former "Land of the Free" with 6 kids; to Ellis Island, in 1952. Greyhound Bus cross country to their sponsored settlement in Reno, Nevada. Five of them still live, including my dad. He was 14 when he got to America.

If not them, then I ought to have learned this crucial lesson from my maternal great grandmother, who had my grandmother at the age of 15 in 1919—after she ran away from home. Later, she had a son who went off to a great war in the Pacific as a navy enlisted man. I have the ironwood busts he acquired in Indonesia, to the left in the photo, to show for it. The busts to the right—slightly less weighty but still dense & heavy—as well as the centerpiece—I got myself in Penang, Malaysia, in 1988.

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Sometimes, I impose wife swapping.

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Grandnana raised two kids as a single mom during the Depression. Maxine (she had too many last names in her life for me to assign a specific one), my great grandmother, lived until I was 28 and was of sound mind until I was about 25. In my earliest youth, she was literally my favorite person in the world, and I think my mom had the wisdom to want it that way. Every trip from Reno, over Donner Pass, to see Grandnana at the San Joaquin River Club rural development south of Tracy, CA, was like a trip to a theme park (It was far greater in the 1960s than it is now: it's a dump now).

It was a great big deal to me.

The hardships she faced in her life and overcame... Wow. That would include a head-on collision in the mid-60s, when she was 65, on the 2-lane road up to Tracy at night, in her big Dodge sedan. Nobody wearing seat belts. She lived, though she spent 6 months in a body cast in a convalescent home but years later, in her 70s, took an international, month-long trip to The Holly Land—now the Middle East Conflicted Region, in perpetuity. The six people in the VW—including an infant and a dog—all perished. They crossed the line, not her.

On my mother's side, they always tended to know real assets from fluff. Go through the garages, and they're filled with forged and machined tools—of personal capital value. They bought used cars, usually. Paid cash, usually. They had very little debt. The failure of State, i.e., the Depression (pawned off on "Capitalism"), motivated this. Unfortunately, they later all fell victim to the regurgitate scam: Fucking Franklin fucking Delano fucking Roosevelt. Successful scam, though. Still going strong. Snake oil that has the magical power to steal from other people to finance your values is strong medicine.

My grandfather owned a number of undeveloped properties and a few rental houses he and his brothers built. He owned all of them outright and he'd come to California in the 30s or 40s as a poor Idaho Mormon from Malad, ID, the oldest of about 13 kids. Over the decades, he financed all of his siblings to come out to California. Paid for their weddings too. He was no magnate of capitalism. He was an artist. A deer hunting, bird hunting, fly tying, fisherman artist. But his artistic, hand painted signs in and outside of all the Reno casinos in the 50s, 60s, and 70s, are what all the cheep plexiglass you see now, replace.

Place your bets!

...I grew up at 4040 W. 4th St. in Reno, NV, now 4040 Goodsell Ln. You can Google Earth or map it. Check the satellite view. What's notable now is that though the long greenbelt to the north, along the Truckee River that was our playground looks the same, the general housing landscape has changed from solidly rural to quasi-suburban. That house to the right of 4040 was where the classic river house my artist grandfather, Clarence Goodsell, built, stood for decades...now replaced by a Billionaire's monstrosity encompassing even the large lot that stood between our two places and where, as a kid going to nana's place in the dark, I had to run faster than the assuredly evil monsters behind me.

Monsters are evil and they want to eat your fresh flesh. That's the point. Even they understand glycogen depletion.

...The last two weeks I've been doing exactly what I told you I'd do. Friday, about noon, I left the cabin, drove to San Jose, got stuck in debilitating, life-draining traffic at 2PM in San Jose.

I told Beatrice last night:

Understand me. If it was not for you and the doggies, I would never ever set foot in the South Bay, ever again. Ever. Eventually, I would take pride in never coming to this shit hole.

To me, the entire thing is 99% vampire, and I feel my blood being drained by the minute. There is simply no language created yet that would allow me to express my depth of loathing for the whole fiasco without just tossing off a few fucktard-esque epithets.

All I ever care to do is have a visit now and then to a dense, urban environment: San Francisco, New York, Hong Kong, Paris. Yea, that's it. My 4 favorite (left a ton off the list I have been to). There are a few I'd still like to see. Buenos Ares. Sao Paulo. London. Berlin. Kuala Lumpur. Santiago. Miami. Milan. Havana?

Otherwise, it's rural and ruraler, for me.

Do you know what a pleasure it is to walk into the hardware store in Placerville, California, walk on 2x6 planks worn from over a hundred years of foot traffic, get any piece of obscure partage you might need—even if they only sell 2 units per year—vs. going to Home Depot, Lowes, or OSH (now owned by Lowes) and having only available what they sell a lot of?

Trickle Down Collectivism.

So what I sit here, wondering—having done most everything, including starting a company from a bedroom and doing millions per year with dozens of employees—is what I really wanted to do. What did that 20 years of life earn me? What did it cost me? I don't know. Would I give up the experience? Maybe no, but only because I knew no alternative (confounding variables). What if, for instance, I had set off, again? I don't know. I'm attempting to give hindsight, as a clue to foresight.

I'm not writing this post for voters over 30. You're already lost, have to make your own way. I write this post for high shoolers and 20 somethings.

You do not have to do what everyone admonishes. You should go with your heart. Hopefully, I touched it, if just a bit. You have the essentials. That's all I ever want to give. Beyond that, you think for yourself and you're on your own.

Just Piss In The Italian Wedding Soup Then

I've always liked the sign above the cash register in cafes throughout America: "We Reserve The Right To Refuse Service."

Freedom Of Association means nothing in the "Land of the Free," anymore.

Government to Farmers: Host Same-Sex Wedding or Pay a $13,000 Fine

But the New York State Division of Human Rights doesn’t see things this way. On August 8, it fined Cynthia and Robert Gifford $13,000 for acting on their belief that marriage is the union of a man and woman and thus declining to rent out their family farm for a same-sex wedding celebration. The Human Rights Commission ruled that “the nature and circumstances of the [Giffords’s] violation of the Human Rights Law also warrants a penalty.”

I make no meaningless distinctions between property, incidentally. Home or business, all the same to me—and how long until an AirBNB host that rents out a spare bedroom or den (while they're home) will be compelled to rent it to a gay couple, should that violate their values or comfort zone?

For well over a decade I have supported the equal freedom of gays and lesbians to associate, up to and including any "privileges" bestowed by the State, that other folks "enjoy." I have a number of gay and lesbian friends, singles and couples—some that have been couples for 30 years. But apparently, the freedom to associate isn't enough and you're going to have association shoved down your throat like a gay porn film, whether you like it or not.

That support I've lent—both verbally and in writing, including on this blog—hereby ends and I would encourage others to do likewise and put out the word, and why. I'll reconsider should ever I see substantial efforts at housekeeping.

This is what happens when fighting over cannibal pot hysteria—who goes in the pot and who gets to feast. People get gluttonous when others are picking up the tab.

Oh, and yea, there's this, from the same article.

The Giffords must pay a $1,500 mental anguish fine to each of the women and pay $10,000 in civil damages penalty to New York State. If they can’t pay in 60 days, a nine percent interest rate will be added to that total. Like Jack Phillips of Masterpiece Cakeshop, the Giffords must also institute anti-discrimination re-education classes and procedures for their staff.

Get it?

(HT: A.B. Dada)

Podcast Interview: Paleolithic vs. Neolithic Social Power

Finally, someone interviewed me about something other than food and guts. Moreover, something I think I speak with more authority, as I've been studying and writing about this stuff for 23 years and there's not an argument in the universe I haven't seen 100 times.

Justin Wisor is a young fella of about 21 but unless I told you that, you'd never guess from his voice and insights he already possesses. What a podcasting voice. Watch out, Angelo Coppola. :) Oh, to have gotten a 10 year jump on this powerful way of thinking for yourself, under your own exclusive authority.

Have a listen.

Observing Myself Get Fucktarded: Eating Crappy For a Month

I didn't set out to do an experiment and in fact, it's not even as poorly controlled as are most of my haphazard hacks. So, rather than call it a "self experiment," I think I'm going with: "observing myself get fucktarded." Deal?

I just fell into it. Around the last week or two of July, in the midst of moving to where I'd be living in three places at various times, I migrated into two things of import:

  1. Stopped cooking (many reasons, including selling my gas range). So, mostly restaurant, take-out, some fast food—but I tried to keep it real. So, for example, in Fat Head style: burger and drink, hold the fries usually.
  2. Was taking zero supplements, including PS (or any other RS or fermentable fiber supplementally), and zero probiotics from either my recommended stash or dairy-based.
  3. Neither sought ought gluten grain products, nor avoided them when they were around.

But, I was also pretty physically active, and it ended up that I was feeling great, and so at a point, I thought: why not continue this season of debauchery and see where it takes me?

Observations:

  1. I had diminished appetite almost all the time. It was actually weirdly uncharacteristic. Whereas, I could always finish a burger, fries and drink meal, I was leaving a few bites and sometimes even more of just the burger.
  2. I lost weight—about 8 pounds in 3-4 weeks. I'm not really ready yet to go into what I think I know in terms of long-term weight loss using RS (see my post here, see Grace's recent post here), but since this began about 18 months ago, I've knocked off about 15 pounds or so in total, with 8 of them in the last month on no supplemental RS.
  3. Kinda roller coaster in terms of going from fucking awesome sleep to crap no sleep; and as well, going from a euphoric state of well being to having a deep understanding of Robin Williams' plight (a little hyperbole for the masses, there).

But here's the real kicker and it just began a couple of days ago, and has intensified: I'm back to having mildly chronic nasal congestion, itching, sneezing, runny nose and drip.

SO, I'm headed back to the regular routine, starting today. Just can't tolerate the nose crap. But the appetite and weight loss are mystifying to me and I tried not even one little bit. If anything, I tried to not try.

'Splain it to me.

Richard Ridiculous

I lafed at myself over the podcast interview I did yesterday, beginning about 35 minutes in, here. Spent a good hour being interviewed by John Harris and Andrew Weaver, two pretty funny guys.

We basically talk about gut health in general, Paleo diet, barely get to resistant starch in the hour we had. But it was totally open format, lots of bouncing around.

35 minutes in, if you dare. It was fun chatting.

Logic 101: Why The Resistant Starch And Gut Biome Revolution Means Doom For VLC/Keto

It has gone way beyond an embrace of resistant starch. Back in the day—meaning about a year ago—my Google alerts delivered webstuff on RS a coupla times per week, at best. Now, it's a half dozen per day as the world comes to realize the enormity of the gut's profound influence on health in the very general. RS is but one element, but a very important one: easy to see results fast and cheap.

...Lafably, you still have people writing only about the Krebs Cycle, the hormones leptin and insulin, "signaling," and "PATHWAYS!!!!" et al. You see, I take criticism because I never put you to sleep with that sort of deconstruction minutiae. Let those who blog that stuff have their geek followers. Don't care. Never did.

PATHWAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

More fish, troll I.

I've come to receive more and more comments from VLC/Keto proponents trying to be conciliatory about it—cool enough, progress, etc. I don't mean to pick on rs711; it's merely the latest, and the one that inspired this post specifically.

150g of CHO is too much for more and more people.

This is absurd.

But, I'll explain nicely. A comment along the same lines—trying to reconcile the irreconcilable—put this forth:

I don’t know why the keto/low carb community will not just choose to integrate RS. As you point out some already have. Why not the rest? How long will it be until RS supplements start appearing in stores?

My reply:

Because, they understand quite well that embracing it is like welcoming Barbarians at the gate of the Castle.

Bank on it.

...I’ll elaborate just a bit to give you a clue as to why this is and why RS is a zero-win for VLC/Keto.

Should it turn out that supplementation via things like PS, green plantain/banana flour, etc., help folks, then it takes no genius to conclude that they were fucktarded from day one. Or, ignorant-fucktarded, to be more magnanimous.

Nobody had access to isolated RS in human evolution. Ergo, starch consumption in various forms is a more appropriate dietary regime.

Resistant starch is a Trojan Horse for the VLC/Keto crowd. They know that very well, and it's why you see such vigorous defense of VLC/Keto all over—which, I dismiss entirely; because, I know what it is, and why it is. I'm pretty good at knowing in what to invest my energies. Duh. Try to protect an investment in a dietary regime from the 1970s that turns out to be wrong because unknowns weren't integrated, or try to understand more and more about the gut biome; where, incidentally, 100% of the revelations point to the benefits of real-food carbohydrate in the diet?

Place your bets. LC/Keto are Buggy Whips, but go ahead and try to keep the industry alive.

So, that's really the most fundamentally logical reason why VLC/Keto is now doomed: the rapidly emerging science of the gut biome that heretofore, has been 100% unaccounted for.

Moreover, this logically means that Paleo advocates ought divorce from LCers and lend no more support. It is simply the Law of Identity—i.e., of non-contradiction—that LC is about restricting a macronutrient (carbohydrate) no matter what, and Paleo is about understanding the appropriate human diet via ever developing knowledge about not only what was eaten but now, gut microbiology that dovetails quite nicely with the developing evolutionary and anthropological knowledge in other areas.

The puzzle is coming together, which is the essence of the Paleo paradigm qua foundational template.

Want a belly laf? Human mother's milk is about 30% sugar.

We should have known, eh?

Alright, the second part of the logical equation is more practical, lo, pernicious. You see, the VLC/Keto advocates have had a trick up their sleeves for decades to fool you. It goes like this:

  1. Do an Atkin's style Induction Diet for 2 or more weeks
  2. Measure ketones; pee purple
  3. Test your blood glucose regularly, especially after meals
  4. Freak out when you next eat some carbs and see your BG readings

A self-fulfilling, baked-in-the-cake scam of confirmation bias.

Here's the thing.

When you go ketogenic—either by LCHF (low protein too) or fasting—you develop physiological insulin resistance. Because your brain requires upwards of 130 grams daily of glucose, then if you're not ingesting it because LC-Guru, your body—as an evolutionary survival adaptation in the face of perceived starvation—makes it from protein (even your heart muscle if it has to; welcome to the optimal chronic dietary regime). But, it also guards glucose like Fidel Castro holds onto 1950s communism. To do that, it gives you a form of metabolic syndrome. It's analogous to the physiological "Type 2 Diabetes" of a bear in late fall, about to hibernate for 5 months.

What's the result? It's that, in the way VLC/Keto is promoted now, you have been admonished to monitor your blood glucose regularly. Of course, everyone knows everyone cheats and when you do let Satan into your bed with that piece of your child's birthday cake, WHAM! You're minimally pre-diabetes, if not type 2.

You have self diagnosed. You can no more eat any carbs than a couch potato who fears a heart rate of over 100 bpm can climb a flight of stairs. I suppose that couch potato would be analogous to a low-carb butter ball.

Guess what? This isn't just speculation on my part. I have scienzez to show you.

  1. Way back in 1928, 1936, and 1972, three very similar experiments were conducted on Inuit living their traditional diets. The results were identical even though the testing methods improved. They gave them a huge bolus dose of glucose and unlike you LCers who can't "climb a flight of stairs," they displayed normal physiologic glucose tolerance, spiking to about 140 mg/dL, perfectly normal. Cleard within a couple of hours. Then, they put them on an 80 hour fast in order to induce unequivocal ketosis. Gave them the same glucose. They spiked to 400 and 3 hours later, some were still over 300. My post on it: To Reiterate, Just In Case You Missed It: No Elevated Ketone Levels in the Inuit.
  2. Ironically, Vilhjalmur Stefansson—the guy who popularized the arctic and Inuit for countless VLC/Keto advocates—tested out exactly the same after his Belleview experiment. Crap ability to handle glucose after the year, restored to normal after 3 weeks on a nomal diet: More Uncovering of the Inuit Myth: Stefansson and Anderson Belleview Experiement; Compromised Glucose Tolerance.

At what point are people of good sense going to recognize that the new knowledge of the gut biome and its requirement for much fermentable fiber is a complete game changer (VLC/Keto is just a small aspect, though the very most wrong of everybody on this point)? At what point, as well, are people of good sense going to recognize that VLC/Keto has been a convenient, baked-in-the-cake scam (unintentionally, but the convenience exists) all along by creating physiological insulin resistance that by means of admonishments to measure blood glucose regularly, is then used anecdotally to convince people that carbohydrates are bad?

But you know what? All you VLC/Keto folks are welcome to continue. I love beating you up, and I don't need to recite PATHWAYS!!!!! from textbooks to do it.

Australian Catalyst: Gut Reaction; It Signals The End of VLC and Ketogenic Diets For Everyone

I'm blown away.

You'll see.

The last week, I've been at a rural mountain place where data is quite fast, but metered; and since my brother pays for it, I have to shuttle stuff away for later.

...And so it was when a commenter, last week, clued me in to another Catalyst program from Australia (Yea, the same one that took it in the shorts because they threatened the profits of the statin-drug industry that's in the billions of $$$—most profitable drug in history...not, like, antibiotics, that saved hundreds of millions...).

GUT REACTION PART 1

New research has linked the Western diet to asthma, autism, multiple sclerosis, diabetes, emphysema, cancer, and the list goes on. The reason a healthy diet could be even more important than previously thought is because food affects the bacteria deep inside our guts. Unbeknownst to most of us, we each carry about 1.5 kg of bacteria – that’s trillions of tiny microbes that contribute 100 times as many genes as our genomes do. In the last ten years, a technological revolution means scientists are now beginning to discover just how crucial these microscopic creatures are to our overall health...and what they’re learning is shaking the very foundations of medicine and nutrition.

This is 100% what our book—and I will always characterize it as such—is about. Literally, I do not think there's a single idea or sentence that Tim did not have the foresight to include, for me to wordsmith.

You must watch this. Ridiculously, there does not seem to be any embed code, but oh, well, watch it. I can't wait for part 2. ...I'll have to satisfy myself with Season 6 of Parks and Recreation, and just getting into Season 1 of The Wire in the meantime.

...The part I haven't addressed but decided to include in the title is the part about the end of VLC and Ketogenic Diets (for regular folks, I understand its therapeutic value). This is addressed, not directly, but by implication in the video.

The problem is that there is an intransigent low carb industry now that is just as successful as antibiotics were, with the same consequences. Antibiotics carpet bomb the gut, VLC starves it. In both cases, you can eliminate or ameliorate problems by lowering populations of pathogens.

Both, however, come with the same costs: you've killed or starved the good ones, too.

You know why I have come to hate and loath the VLC community? One word: intransigence. None of them will dare to integrate this, because integrating it is suicide. And they know it.

They thought they knew it all. Perhaps they did, but it was only 10% of the equation and they're riddled with confounding variables in the 90% range, up to 1,000 species, producing unaccountable compounds.

Laf. I want to see them all in potato soup lines.

Update: I must add that yesterday, I was working on some of Tim's integrations and though it's covered previously in the book, he brought up again how the gut bugs "train" the immune system. Listen to the video at about 7:50.