Wildlife-ing in Los Zacatitos (incl. a short story of a rattlesnake encounter)

Last evening I got back from the off-grid Zac's Bar & Grill here in Los Zacatitos, Baja, Mexico, and was sitting out on the covered patio just musing. Actually, I was watching a gehko on the wall making a mark on a bug. He missed, then jumped after another, later. That was behind a column, so not sure whether he was successful.

But I had a couple of battery-powered, 120v ceiling lights on—via the 6, 12v-truck-battery bank and inverter, charged 366 days per year via solar panels on the roof—on, and moths were swirling. Suddenly a bat swooped in and by "swoop," I mean that's where the word comes from because that's what it sounded like. Scooped up a couple and made his or her leave without even waiting for a thanks.

...I seem to have built up a quick immunity to the various bug bites and stings, as they don't itch for more than about 30 minutes. I've learned to keep the lights off in the sleeping area for hours before bed. Best not attract them.

This morning, decided to make the 10-minute-ish walk to the beach and was paying less than the attention I ought and suddenly, almost stepped on this local friend. Once my heart started beating—@ 200bpm—again, I considered my situation.

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Los Zacatitos

Should I rent the place, I'm going to be anxious picking up guests at the airport and bringing them back. The 10-mile drive from San Jose Los Cabos to here takes 45-minutes through rough, barren terrain. I can already palpably feel their uncertainty and trepidation.

Where on Earth is he taking us?

Well, pressed for time. More later. Things to sort. For right now, here's the office. The Internet smokes. BTW, this bar and grill, like everything here, is completely off grid. You should see it lit up at night, though.

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There Is No One Perfect Human Microbiome. Or Human Diet. Or Social System. Some Are Better For Some Things Some Times.

I'll be flying down to Cabo tomorrow morning, again. Staying in "Casa Corazon" in Los Zacatitos, about 8 miles east of San Jose Del Cabo. Beatrice will fly in Saturday. We're looking to rent the place for about six months.

Before I go head-down in preparations, let me leave you with a few things to ponder, given my last two posts: here, and here.

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Human Genes 60% Associated With Obesity; Gut Genes 90% Associated With Obesity

I placed a bit of a clue in yesterday's post, to see if anyone would pick up on it.

You are 99.99% genetically identical to every other human on the planet. Whereas, in terms of your gut microbiome genetic sequence, you can be 90% different from the person next to you.

Nope, at least not that I've seen in comments. You had to watch Rob Knight's TED video to really understand the profundity of the potential, here. Isn't it amazing that with 99.99% identical human-cell genes, we can have such a variety of features between humans? Tall, short, fast, slow, smart, dumb, blond, black, strong, weak, ugly, and even uglier pink bags of flesh & water draped over frames...and the list goes way on.

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Gut Bugs, Probiotics, Prebiotics…And how our microbes make us who we are

Coincidentally, I finally watched Rob Knight's TED talk—that had been in my to-do queue for over two months—on the same day Mark Sisson came out with his reformulated Primal Flora. Mark explains.

The funny thing about science is that it’s a moving target. It’s evolving, and if the science evolves, so too must the supplements based on its findings. To stay abreast of it all, I’m always researching and listening to advisors and other experts to make sure that my formulations are optimal. Gut health as a health topic has exploded in recent years, as has the amount of research being done, and what we know about how the foods we eat, behaviors we do, and supplements we take affect our guts has evolved. I recently updated the Primal Flora formulation to reflect the latest developments. It now contains an (almost) entirely new set of probiotic strains. Below I’ll explain what these are, how you can benefit, and share my own experience using the new formulation.

That much is good enough, but it gets better.

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Los Tiempos Van Cambiando

The times they are a changin'

You know it, you see it. Je suis fier d'avoir appris à parler français à 30. ...Voy a aprender a hablar español a los 54.

I'm starting with music.

My Lawnmower-Powered Aircraft Has Arrived

 Just yesterday.

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The manual has been read cover-to-cover, everything quite intuitive if you already know how to fly a hang glider safely.

I'll be busy getting a few things sorted before flying it, such as having the emergency parachute integrated into the harness, then getting all attachment points fitted to my wing.


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Why Do I Go Out Of My Way To Beat You Up So Much?

Because I care.

But understand. I don't give a putrid, runny shit about what you think. Not a one of you. There's precious little in comments that even ever raises my eyebrow when it's in contradiction.

I care about what you value; because, I know what you really value. And it annoys me that so many of you betray what you value over the putrid, runny shit you got indoctrinated with just to spout to others so they suck up to you.

It hurts me when I see people putting the putrid runny shit ahead of what they really, truly love out of life—which I do not believe is a life comprised of decades of cowtow-401K-cubicalism, with stock options for a startup that has about as much chance as cherries, pineapples, and three sevens. Just guessing.

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My Bird’s Eye View of Land’s End Baja Has Shipped

While others rent cars, this is how I plan to explore the tail end of one of the world's longest peninsulas. Don't care to dispute which is truly longest between Malaysian, Kamchatka, or Baja. They're all fucking long. Once I hit TJ (which is about 8 hours drive), it's 21 hours drive time to Cabo.

I wish this thing could cart a cargo load.

Yes, I have the requisite experience. No worries. Anyway, it's in a UPS box right now, on it's way here. I'll have to do a few mods in terms of a reserve parachute setup and a keel chop, but it's all handled.

Damn, I Have To Fly Down to Cabo San Lucas Again, ASAP

Once you've made a real decide, things move quickly.

And guess who's become the great catalyst? Beatrice. After years of trying to get her to take her CTA retirement designed for Bay Area California, move abroad, live for pennies by comparison, and mock American slaves paying for it via W2 safety-net deductions, I think she finally gets it.

I'm still going to have to work on her doing the mocking with righteous hubris, take no prisoners, in-your-fucking-face-and-fuck-your-landofthefree. I'll work on it. The dog walk on the beach with year-round just-right ocean temperatures and 80ish degree arid climate should help. I'll get her to laf at all you wage slaves, news junkies...voters who think The President is important—rather than a pathetic, impotent fuck of a steaming pile of shit married to a stupid bitch—if it's the last thing I do.

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Lamb Shanks Sous Vide

Well, what do you think of this dish I made a couple of nights ago?

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Going Clear HBO Documentary

Just a quick note to recommend the thing. Watched it this morning under my new HBONOW subscription, that frees you from being tied to a cable or satellite near GovCo monopoly. Cool also is quick signup under my existing Apple account. Nice work, gentlemen.

Anyway, having been on the Internet and in particular, USENET, since 1992, I've been well aware of Scientology whistleblowers and the efforts of the former to SLAP them for a long time. But, I was never interested to look very deeply. Just another thing that's whacky as a football bat, like the son of doG being born of a virgin, dying by crucifixion for all the babies born into sin, condemned to eternal torture in hell, and then rising from the dead on the third day. No, that's not insane. Alien-maned DC-8 replicas under the command of Zenu dropping frozen bodies into volcanoes 75 million years ago, releasing Thetan spirits to mind control humans at birth...now that's insane.

Anyway, even with only a peripheral curiosity, it's a well done, captivating documentary. I highly recommend it. Of for nothing else, lottsa lafs.

Update: Unrelated, but another recommendation is the HBO documentary Sinatra: All Or Nothing At All, in 2 parts. Especially part 2. Talk about a guy who grabbed life by the balls and squeezed as hard as he could for decades.

I Will Not Bake Or Sell You A Gay Wedding Cake. Now Go Fuck Off.

I've been the handy-man-on-call for an elderly coupla dykes. Happy to do it, and they asked nicely and we were friends. And yea, lots of gay friends over the years. I understand how, like having black friends, that actually makes me anti-gay and anti-black—a total transparent, grandstanding mess for public opinion. Because, as you are well aware, I'm all about wide, public, positive fucking-opinion. I work hard at it. Get along. My motto.

But: friends. Do you get it? It was personal. I wasn't forced and even after a rocky start with those two (both retired Sheriffs, too) we all came to find we couldn't help ourselves. There's so much more to a person than their political views. Jeanie died a few years back after multiple battles with various assortments of cancers. I loved her. And she always had Jamison's for me. I'd have baked her and Sharon a cake for any occasion, because they were friends.

I can't stand the gay agenda. It's actually managed to become worse than the atheist agenda.

They can all go fuck themselves and I hope that if anyone is actually forced to bake a wedding cake for someone they prefer to not associate with, they mix in plenty of various mammalian sperm and other bodily fluids. Supposedly, it's high in protein and what's more, it may not require that 1/4 tsp of salt. ...And nose boogers for texture. People will think it's pineapple.

I'm glad those buttfuckers chose this battle. I will never again in my life speak in support of the gay lifestyle, and I used to be known to walk out on people in restaurants over the FREE ASSOCIATION principle of the matter.

Go fuck yourselves.

Dr. Eades’ Groupies: I’m Not Happy Unless You’re Not Happy

Let me make it absolutely clear that I take unabashed delight in the frothing at the mouth I've had over the last few days, intensified since this last post: Why Did I Finally Go After Jimmy Moore and Michael Eades After Years of Supporting Them?

Here's some fun excerpts in my email this morning from four super-fans. I'm in Mexico (again). Checking email is infrequent. Some were notifications from 1st time commenters, which go to moderation—since I'm loath to invite someone in who knocks on my door and when I answer, says "let me in, asshole." Go fuck yourself, with attitude.

Richard isn’t giving you answers because he has none, and your questions are highlighting problems in the resistant starch research he tried to make money with.

Yea, I'm not giving answers I don't have to someone I don't know looking for an Internet diagnosis. Plenty of places to go for that. The implication is that it's ANSWERS that matter, not honest inquiry and flowing with the science. 

what an ignorant deuchebag you are richard. some major dickheads out here blogging, you being one of them. go fuck yourself!

Again, more of the same sort of thing. How dare I or any other ignoramus question Eades-edicts (ANSWERS!!!) that have come up as a result of tons of recent research that call such edicts into question. If taking delight in rubbing Eades' pompous-ass, condescending face in it—along with his fucktard groupies—makes me a dickhead, guilty. Go fuck yourselves with my compliments.


Indeed, I was "pimping" LC in 2008 and beyond. Worked for me, until it didn't. Then I integrated new research and don't think LC is a particularly good lifestyle for most people—though it probably has short-term and therapeutic advantages in certain circumstances.

After reading every post on diet on your site I have to conclude that your hate for the low carb community has nothing to do with health and everything to do with the fact that your fat, hypothyroid ass loves carbs.

Right. I used to hate "carbs," now I love "carbs," so I'm going to create a shitstorm over my weakness. It's really too dumb to answer, but if you must, I like and love foods. Some happen to have carbohydrates.

Another funny one is the guy (he's been in Eades' comments too) who's "in contact with 50 PHYSICISTS who agree with him." Yea? Well The Duck Dodgers are in collaboration with 51 PHYSICISTS!

OK, for the sake of explaining the evolution, let's go:

  1. The first inkling I got that LC (or Paleo for that matter) was incomplete was doing Martin Berkhan's Leangains. I did quite well on it, in both body composition and big gains in thy gym, rather like advertised. So, how could eating so many carbs (mostly from potatoes with little added fat) be so beneficial if LC and Paleo had all the answers? And you should see some of those comment threads back then, where eating potatoes was a big sin.
  2. LC did nothing for me later except make me feel tired and cold.
  3. Then came "The Potato Hack," back in about 2012 or so. How could so many stalled LC dieters kick off big weight loss eating 90-95% carbohydrate, and from POTATO?
  4. Then came Resistant Starch. Feed the gut, the gut is important (I have a Google alert and at this point, there's something like a dozen new articles daily about it, worldwide). I didn't blog about the rice news because I'm not interested in showing people how to eat twice as much rice, which is the tone of the whole deal.
  5. RS highlighted the importance of the gut biome, and also probiotics. Most of he foods for the gut—that demonstrate benefits in studies—are found in various natural carbohydrate foods. Another chink in the LC / Paleo "armor." So, lots of other foods and fibers came into play. My various Google alerts for things gut biome delivers dozens of articles and studies daily. I have dozens unread in my inbox right now.
  6. Then came Tigernuts, a tuber that appeared likely responsible to solve the mystery of the big shift ~3.5 million years ago in hominoids, from C3 to C4 isotopes. Integrate to that that a hominoid could harvest a day's nutrition in about 2 hours, tigernuts have about the same macro profile as mammal milk, and the micro-nutrition of vitamins and minerals edges out muscle meat—not to mention that they are both gut food and come with a set of soil-based probiotics on their surface.
  7. Then came serious questions about the whole "legend" surrounding how people in extreme cold environments survived—particularly Inuit—rendering the entire thing largely a bunch of mythology promoted by conniving frauds and opportunist peddlers.
  8. And finally, the big dig into hormesis and "toxins," where, it turns out, avoiding them may be a "cure" that's actually detrimental. Yes, there are tons of "toxins" that are highly beneficial and health promoting. Dose is important.
  9. And finally, all along the way, remember that I actually have a blog with over 100,000 total comments, and I've read every single one. I see everything, the positive and the negative self reporting, and fuck you if you don't like it, but I go with what I see, predominantly.

In terms of #9, I've seen thousands of positive anecdotes surrounding LC and Paleo over the years, and I'm one of them. But I've also seen just as much negative, when one takes the long-term view, i.e., a "diet for life." Well, we're humans for life, so in spite of short-termthereputic value, I became persuaded over time that such is its proper context.

Just as importantly, as I have blogged about all the things surrounding #1 - #8, I have thousands of anecdotes of people experimenting themselves, and achieving breakthroughs and benefits. I'm one of those too. So, it all begins adding up.

Now, contrast that with a pompous-ass, condescending Eades where even after we initially attempted to be very kind and conciliatory with new information on much of the stuff above, were met with ridicule, dismissiveness, and affirmations that it's so simple and he'll eventually get to it.

Eades can go fuck himself. So can all his pathetic, fucktard, mouth-frothing groupies. You know who else? Everybody who won't stand up similarly. Contempt have I, for all of you. Life is too short to tolerate intransigent bullshit for the purposes of protecting fiefdoms and nefarious back-scratching liaisons.

Here's the most recent anecdote.


I can say I ate up the ketogenic bullshit for years and gained weight and still stuck to stuffing my face with coconut milk, butter, and heavy cream and acting like the calories were going to magically disappear “because ketosis.”

My bottles of the three probiotics you recommend are running dry, I’ve been through about 7 bags of potato starch, I’ve been back to eating lots of rice, potatoes, fruit, and veggies for a while now and I’m quickly on my way to being in the best shape of my life. Last July I was 220lbs, now I’m 190 and much stronger.

It takes very little thought now to know if I’m eating right, I eat about a pound of starch, a pound of meat, and have a shake with berries, a frozen banana, green ORAC, 4 egg yolks, a scoop of pure grassfed whey from truenutrition (highly recommended) for 30g of protein, some whole milk, and 4 tbs of potato starch. Super filling and easy, and full of nutrients.

I feel fucking amazing and I look great. Thanks.”

Or, strive to figure out a way to make LC work for you. I hear that—seriously—drinking bleach allows you to eat LC like a whale, which makes sense because the whole LC thing is all about being a glutton and getting into heaven anyway. It's makes you "born again."

Why Did I Finally Go After Jimmy Moore and Michael Eades After Years of Supporting Them?

I feel like I need to explain myself. And, I think you deserve an explanation.

1. Jimmy Moore is a faithful man who steadfastly refuses—after years of self-demonstrated failure—to to question his faith. The man's modus operandi is faith, all the other stuff is just dressing and frosting. In that post: "despite faithfully eating low-carb, high-fat." It's the one phrase that explains everything.

2. Dr. Michael Eades can never be wrong ever. What he felt good about thinking he knew 20 years ago is stronger than ever. Eades needs little explanation. He's graduated to political-like maneuvering in order to always be seen in the light that his acolytes accept without any question. It's clever of him that he has many divorced-from-self-mind fans who have vastly different political views (Mike is a scaled-libertarian; I don't scale: I'm an anarchist). Perhaps after appliances, he can tide his idle time—between reading 150 studies and 20 books per month—hiring himself out to political consultants.

Eades is lying, and anyone with a brain knows it—and he ought just stop doing that shit because he could be of real value if he stopped to think about it. Moore is an exuberant believer.

It's the difference between an athiest Pope, and a simple Parrish priest whose biggest sin is faithful devotion to the Pope[s].

Update: Can’t Get Enough of Mexico

I've been back from Mexico for 5 days, headed out in 4 hours to go back.

Rosarito. Just like the last time, same place. We'll stop off in Santa Barbara tonight, pick up Bea's Mexican-heritage parents in Vista tomorrow, and make a weekend of it.

In the meantime, here was my dinner two nights ago, Boeuf Bourguignon at Left Bank (Rive Gauche).

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Watch out, because that dish is absolute poison for low-carb, ketogenic fucktards. Hopefully, they are all enticed by the gluttony, eat it, die...and we can live happily ever after.

Getting Stoned On Peat For the Ultimate Rapid Body Recomposition

I've kept this latest self experiment under wraps for some months. In truth, it's perhaps what's most responsible for my reasonable body composition improvement recently.

It was some months ago I was up at my vacation home in Arnold, CA, and found myself driving by this encampment of bikers all sitting around, appearing to be smoking something. I stopped to inquire, admire the bikes, that sort of thing.

They were smoking Peat.

Peat (turf) is an accumulation of partially decayed vegetation or organic matter that is unique to natural areas called peatlands or mires.[1][2] The peatland ecosystem is the most efficient carbon sink on the planet[2] because peatland plants capture the CO2 which is naturally released from the peat maintaining an equilibrium. In natural peatlands the "annual rate of biomass production is greater than the rate of decomposition" but it takes "thousands of years for peatlands to develop the deposits of 1.5 to 2.3 m, which is the average depth of the boreal peatlands".[2] One of the most common components is Sphagnum moss, although many other plants can contribute. Soils that contain mostly peat are known as a histosol. Peat forms in wetland conditions, where flooding obstructs flows of oxygen from the atmosphere, slowing rates of decomposition.[3]

But this wasn't just any Peat. First, these guys have a biker club (Sons of Peat) with a chapter in Scotland (Musky Original) where this very special Peat is obtained via—it's rumored—special ties with the Irish Republican Sphagnums. Second, smoking this Peat gets you pretty Stoned and it's tradition to sit around singing Scottish folk music while passing the Peatpipe. ...Yea, everyone lafs when you say 'Peatpipe,' especially if you do a Joaquin Phoenix impersonation.

But that's not even the most interesting thing about this secretive tradition. The Peat has to be harvested only after exposure to the proper Rays of sun, until it obtains a precise temperature of 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit—and you harvest immediately. While some wait until 98.7—or even what's commonly considered an irresponsibly crazy 98.8—this is not advised for inexperienced Peat-Stoners. This has been dubbed The Schwarzbein Effect. Now, you can hit it or miss it—some are known to just stab a thermometer into the peat at all hours in order to find just the right sweet spot by accident. But those experienced and in the know, understand that sprinkling crystalline refined sugar and salt on the Peat has a profound effect, such that the Rays of the sun magnify upon the Peat and the Shwarzbien "trigger" is reached much more quickly, uniform, and sure.

It's a far better Stoning. And, perhaps most amazingly is that there's detectible levels of polyunsaturated fats in the Peat, right up until that trigger is reached, but at which point, they become undetectable.

But I have to tell you. I wasn't going to reveal any of this until a discovery last Sunday morning that just put the whole thing over the top for me. I whipped up a batch of pancakes, and added some of my Peat stash to the batter. The added effect was unmistakable. I still haven't sorted it out, but I think a rapid re-heating to something over 98.6 after it has been chilled may have some connection with the gut biome. Perhaps it interacts in ways with other gut foods, such as resistant starch, and so we come full circle.

Of course, more study is needed, but I'm quite optimistic.

UPDATE: That pancake hack really sweetened the deal for me...warm manganese-rich maple syrup & all. But I can't stand still. So now, all of my two eyes are focussed only upon the eventual potato-pancake hack (potatoes cooked & cooled, of course).

Insane Clarity – Cholesterol, Ketogenic, and Low Carb Myth Busting

I was just going to leave it at that. And this one too, even though I had a follow-up post planned initially. Then I got this comment from "FormerBlogger."

A few of us quit blogging (fairly prominent sites) because we were tired of being associated in any circles with Jimmy Moore. You just could never win. If you didn’t affiliate with him, people thought you were a hater; if you did, you just didn’t sleep well at night knowing you were acknowledging a doughy dufus who made money marketing himself. At the end of the day, some of us chose to sleep at night, and put our sites to rest (we had a combined running total of well over two decades).

I asked recently why Jimmy Moore was so fat. I was met by the excuses of accolytes, from “his book writing made him gain weight” (funny, I wrote two and never gained weight), and “I choose to support Jimmy” (which isn’t even a response). People refuse to hold him to the standards we should hold marketers and salesmen to. Now that he’s jumped into paleo, it’s even more incomprehensible this new crowd is looking the other way. Why isn’t anyone calling this chubby guy out? Why are people funding a lie? Are we saying there are no better alternatives out there? And if not, why not? Where’s the common sense leadership?

And from "AnotherFormerBlogger."

There are many of us! Jimmy Moore is obese again, nothing new, I just won’t participate and haven’t in a few years. Not my monkeys, not my circus.

Along the way, there have been a number of mildly dissenting voices; that after years of supporting Jimmy Moore and standing up for him many, many times, I'd finally had it with him. And, I understand their dissent. The old "baby with the bathwater" thing.

Well, yea, but this has become Rosemary's Baby, now. It's high time for infanticide.

...I recall first getting wind of Jimmy in about early 2008, I think. It was also a time where he'd maintained his LC-diet weight loss for a decent while but was beginning to experience problems. As a guy on the decline from 245+ to an eventual 175 myself (then at perhaps 220), I overlooked it, largely because of the podcast. I never read his blog regularly—I have my own. But the podcast was quite something in those days. So much cool info that really helped me gain a wide perspective.

And, it was quite something to initially be a guest, then another appearance or two, and finally, guest hosting it about a year ago. Now, I see the podcast as an endless array of The Usual Suspects to prop up his sycodouche, peppered with the occasional dissenting voice to manipulatively lend a sense of integrity to people who are only looking for authority figures anyway. I choose to not feed into any sense of Guru seeking, going forward. Rather, I wish to declare open season on all Gurus, for whateverthehell reason you like.

It's difficult to regret any of it, however. I'm more of a life goes on kinda guy, and don't ever agonize over couldashouldawoulda. Humans are very bad at integrating the context of the time with actions at that time. Give yourself a pass, and just don't do that shit anymore once you come to your proper senses.

...Someone else pointed me to Jimmy's "I Will No Longer..." post, where he's going to let himself off the hook in terms of adhering to pretty much every standard that's logically, critically integrated into everything his Low-Carb Business is about.

I was talking to a trusted friend this week about what’s been happening in my life over the past year that has had a direct impact on my weight. I’ve been very open and honest about this and working diligently behind-the-scenes to create strategies that will help control the stress that is raising my cortisol and blood sugar levels making it next to impossible to lose weight right now despite faithfully eating low-carb, high-fat. With so many people writing to me sharing their own frustrations about the lack of weight loss despite everything being right in their diets, I wanted to offer up some encouragement to them and myself that all hope is not lost. Keep in mind there are so many non-diet reasons why your weight is stuck or going up, including stress-induced cortisol spikes (what I believe I’m dealing with), lack of sleep, hormonal imbalances, getting older, and more. I’m always amused by those who say the ketogenic diet must not work because people like me don’t have the “perfect” body and weight. Despite our cultural obsession with this, there are many other markers of health besides weight–triglycerides, HDL cholesterol, minimal small, dense LDL particles, A1c, fasting insulin, hsCRP (key inflammation marker), CT heart scan, and many other tests. The fact that these markers are still all excellent for me is what keeps me motivated while still working through the weight challenges.

Shorter Jimmy: I'm so stressed about not losing, but gaining weight instead, that I can't lose weight, only gain weight.

Do you even need to unpack that? It is too ridiculous; it is to laf. It is designed for his cadre of fucktard sycophants—who are now beyond excuse for their own selves. Read the bolded sections again. Essentially: it's got to be something else, and not that one thing we can't speak of, lest it tarnish the LC/Ketogenic magic appeal of gluttony.

Jimmy gained about 60 pounds AGAIN!, in a year or two—an incredible rate of gain in a SAD world where it typically creeps up on people 10 pounds per year—and it could be anything or everything except the one thing that actually caused it: he ate too fucking much, too fucking often.

The CICO guys are once again vindicated. You can't fool mother nature; you can't fool physics or thermodynamics. Now, WHY he ate too much too often IS a valid question, and it's my particular area of interest. In that, all of his excuses might play a role, and others, such as the gut microbiome. But, the role is contributory to making the conscious or unconscious decision to eat too much, too often: the absolute cause of his gobsmacking weight gain over a relatively sort period of time is simply eating too much over that period of time than he expended in energy over that same period of time—and even the Eadesian metabolic advantage of 300 kcal/d doesn't matter.

People get stupidly confused about this, because they weigh themselves every day and lose the forrest through the trees. The bod doesn't work like that. Every long-term weight gain is comprised of a wave function with days of weight gain and weight loss, in an overall upward trend. Every long-term weight loss is comprised of a wave function with days of weight gain and weigh loss, in an overall downward trend. The difference is that in the former, it's higher highs and higher lows. In the latter, lower highs and lower lows.

So, you can count all the fallacious ways Jimmy got fat yet again, if you like, but there's really only one reason, you silly cunts. Nonetheless, he's going to let himself off the hook—that people are rightfully holding him to account for—because it's inexplicable and, "despite everything being right in [his] diet." That's called an A priori falsehood. You don't even need to get up off the couch to know and understand that virtually nothing is right with his diet.

...This is nothing new, though, and guys like Dr. Michael Eades paved the ad hoc way. They taught acolytes well in Atkinianity. Here's Eades' modus operandi:

  1. You haven't read the studies.
  2. Oh, you have? Well, you might want to look at the full text, not just the abstract.
  3. Oh, you did that too? Well, you need to understand how to interpret them.
  4. ...Oh, BTW, it's either observational, it's old, or the researchers don't understand basic biochemistry, or they're not serious anthropologists, or whatever.
  5. Oh, still not satisfied? Well, OK, then it's basic biochemistry. I'll post about it in a year or more.
  6. What? A genetic mutation that makes some people different? Dismissible. "Stef," and Basic Biochemistry.
  7. Oh, BTW, there are experts in the field. An expert is someone I think I agree with.

I don't hate Jimmy, though I can't bring myself to well wishes, anymore. I'm a bit disgusted by Michael Eades. I think he's lying an manipulating—which is why I'm glad he went into the appliance business. I'm a sucker for redemption and even though you can do a decent sous vide on the cheap, his creation is cool and I paid for it, so he can't take it away.

Look here. It's but one tiny example of what The Duck Dodgers have been dealing with in terms of Eades' Intransigence for well over a year—though we started off in a very honest attempt to get him to come along with new discovery. Valhalla proved too enticing.

This is from Peter's blog, last November. The snark goes substantially up the thread, but here's where it gets funny. Eades:

No dishonesty on my part at all. You once again are getting confused by Draper's speculation versus what was actually measured.

It is true that Draper did write the above line in the paper in question. But here is where critical reading of the literature comes in. In Table II on page 314 (for those of you who want to follow along from home), in the far right column, it shows the glycogen content of the native foods (meat) to range anywhere from 0.1-0.9 grams. I averaged it to 0.5 grams. Remember, these are not speculative - they are measured. And measured in the native foods. Which is what, I have assumed, we've been talking about all along - the native Inuit diet of meat. [condescension emphasized]

Uh, oh.

LOL, so you are having trouble reading. You read it wrong!

Table II is not measured in grams. Table II is a measurement of percent of nutrients obtained from native foods.

In other words, each column is just the percentage of that nutrient that was obtained from native foods.

Try reading a little more closely next time, Dr. Eades!

Did that humble him in any way? Bitch, please: He's Doctor Eades! And here's a more recent Dr. Eades (his blog doesn't have comment hyperlinks, so hit that link and do a Find on a relevant string). He still must assume—and show his congregation of blind-believing, cock-sucking, groupie-whore fucktards—that any interlocutor isn't aware of studies; only read the abstract if he is aware; or doesn't know how to "interpret" them if both prerequisites have been satisfied (rather like a Supreme Court interpretation of the plain English U.S. Constitution). In other words, the very only way that you and Mike Eades could ever see eye to eye on any study ever done anywhere, by anyone, at any time, is if you agree with him on its findings.

Your comments make it patently obvious that you have little understanding of the stable isotope literature. [...] you need the 15N studies for that. All of which you carefully ignore.

You’re interested only in promoting a specific viewpoint that bears little resemblance to scientific reality. And, like Team DD, you’re fond of cutting and pasting large swaths of text without really knowing what they mean or how to interpret them. And, like Team DD, you’ve drifted into repetitive troll territory.

So (BTW, his interlocutor was just another in "Team DD"):

Right back at you. You are apparently unaware that the 15N values are misleading for determining meat consumption:

“Nitrogen isotope values in particular can be misleading. First, because of the complex nonlinear relationship between food source and consumer, it is not possible to accurately estimate the proportion of meat versus plants in the diet, since large changes in the percentage of meat are indicated only by small increases in 15N values (Ambrose et al., 2003; Hedges and Reynard, 2007). Second, unlike herbivores that acquire all of their protein from plant leaves, foraging humans usually eat plants for their carbohydrate content, and therefore focus on the starch- and sugar-rich storage organs of plants, such as USOs and seeds (Lee, 1979; Marlowe, 2010). These storage organs may have higher nitrogen values (Hedges and Reynard, 2007), and in any case provide a smaller amount of protein to the body and are therefore relatively swamped by the meat protein signal.” – http://pmid.us/24612646

Therefore, you won’t be able to conclude much about meat consumption from 15N values.

But there’s no need to be rude and terse with me. Do you always talk like that to anyone who disagrees with you?? It seems we are talking about different hominid species. I was referring to the dramatic shift from C3 foods to C4 grasses and sedges around ~3.5 million years ago, as explained by the National Academy of Sciences. Nowhere in any of the studies does anyone conclude that high-meat consumption was the most likely source of that shift for early hominids. You are inventing such conclusions if you think that’s what the studies said.

He published the comment, but it's crickets after that. I'm sure all his Usual Eades Groupie Fucktards took note of that. Not.

I'm not sure if you knew this, but rumor has it that Mike Eades has a Low-Carb, Fire-Breathing, Ketogenic Dragon in His Garage.

"A fire-breathing dragon lives in my garage." [...]

"Show me," you say. I lead you to my garage. You look inside and see a ladder, empty paint cans, an old tricycle--but no dragon.

"Where's the dragon?" you ask.

"Oh, she's right here," I reply, waving vaguely. "I neglected to mention that she's an invisible dragon."

You propose spreading flour on the floor of the garage to capture the dragon's footprints.

"Good idea," I say, "but this dragon floats in the air."

Then you'll use an infrared sensor to detect the invisible fire.

"Good idea, but the invisible fire is also heatless."

You'll spray-paint the dragon and make her visible.

"Good idea, but she's an incorporeal dragon and the paint won't stick." And so on. I counter every physical test you propose with a special explanation of why it won't work.

Now, what's the difference between an invisible, incorporeal, floating dragon who spits heatless fire and no dragon at all? If there's no way to disprove my contention, no conceivable experiment that would count against it, what does it mean to say that my dragon exists? Your inability to invalidate my hypothesis is not at all the same thing as proving it true. Claims that cannot be tested, assertions immune to disproof are veridically worthless, whatever value they may have in inspiring us or in exciting our sense of wonder. What I'm asking you to do comes down to believing, in the absence of evidence, on my say-so.

In this context, the ad hoc, goal-post-moving is a concerted effort by Moore, Eades, et al, to prop up a sense of wonder in the ability to fool mother nature by being a quotidian glutton—only just keep the carbs low. It does work for some, perhaps many people. It worked marvelously for me at 25-30. Doesn't at 54. But, perhaps the real reason it worked for me at 25-30 is that it satiated me, and I focussed on various active things that took time away from sitting around, wondering what was in the cupboard or fridge.

Again, WHY you eat too much—too often for your level of activity—is the issue you ought best be dealing with. Or, think of it this way: it's not eat less, move more. Perhaps, it's move more first...eat less 'cause you're engaged. Think about the difference.

Well, all is apparently right with the world. Jimmy wrote Cholesterol Clarity to explain away very high cholesterol numbers that normal people don't have and might want to be concerned about—this is way apart from the Cholesterol Con. Then, he wrote Keto Clarity to explain away his and others' dietary failure on Atkins. And since it's now Atkinianity, it can't be wrong. Explanations, qualifications, and interpretations are always needed to keep the catechism sound for all the children.

Mike: call your office. Childrens needs interpretations.

Moving To Cabo San Lucas Diary: I Just Bought a DoodleBug

I'll be blogging about the process all along the way.

What happens is that initially, you come up with the protoplan, and it develops over time into the working plan. So, for instance, the initial idea was to haul my trailer down there as my initial outpost.

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Home Sweet Home — Mobile Version

Thing is, I can rent a place like this for $325 per month—less than I'd spend on self-medicating booze in my American Cage. Palapas Permanente.

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WiFi included.

So, doesn't make sense to haul a trailer and pay for parking it. I'm selling it. Ought to fetch around $10,000. $2,500 of that has just been spent on a DoodleBug, so I can more easily tour the area by air, above the unwashed masses of fray. It's getting ready to be shipped to me from Everett, WA, now.

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What is it? Why, it's an extreme minimalist ultralight setup that you hook up to your regular hang glider. It's basically using a chainsaw engine with a propeller, to fly a hang glider under power. Weighs in at 50 lbs.

Here's another, some UK WankerDoodles.

For the more adventuresome: "Hang gliding is freedom from the penitentiary of everyday life."

So, with the other $7,500 from the sale of the trailer, I'm looking towards buying a small fishing boat once I get down there. If there's enough, a fishing boat and a jet ski.

Much more to come as I sort the adventure of a lifetime.

Escaping Your Environment Changes Your Paradigm

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Posting the pics of myself Thursday night was an impulse encouraged by Beatrice. When she saw me after five days she kept mentioning my appearance; and not just physical, but spiritual—for lack of better word. Sure, I'd been on "vacation," but it's also been a working vacation centered around a business I stumbled upon developing here in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. She knew something was fundamentally up with me about 10 seconds from this snapped moment.

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That last wasn't in any way posted to announce that I've Arrived! have all the answers, and now have the physicality and spirituality (feeling good in my own skin) to show for it. I just know I'm on the right path now. When that happens, things change fast. People notice, fast.

Beatrice put it best yesterday after a while observing me: "In San Jose you're a caged animal."

So, for many reasons I'll be writing about throughout the process, we've decided that the dessert "island" at the south end of the Baja Peninsula is probably the right place for us to relocate, and very soon. Research and planning are already in process. I might even be hauling my trailer down here very soon, as my initial settlement. 1,500 miles.

...So if, as Bea says, I'm a caged animal up there in California—in "The Land of the Free"—then seems to me—minding what words and concepts mean—that before I do anything else, I must escape, right? If being caged and feeling trapped is my paradigm—and there's absolutely no way to not experience the negative consequences—then haven't I to break free as just the first order of business? I mean, come on? How do you get right with a fucking cage? How do you get right in a fucking cage where you literally want to bite out the throats of most of your fellow inhabitants because you fundamentally loath them so?

It rings true to me. I hate America and I say that in truth. I have not the slightest sliver of pride in being an American (it got ruined—cool while it lasted), and I would not care a lick if it went the way of rapid exponential decay. Ruined social experiment, with cool digs. I do not care what happens to it, nor any inhabitant of it including myself while here. I stop short of actively wishing it ill, but at the same time, I'm a fan of natural justice. It will be interesting to see what might happen when people like me—or others for vastly different reasons—flee, and spend all dollars elsewhere—even while cashing in on social security or retirement paid by current workers—and that magnifies to the hundreds of billions in time, with those who remain being taxed to make up the difference.

Get your popcorn. I could care less what happens to America. It's only proof to me that you ought never let a bunch of Puritans get in boats.

Take your Social Security; your State, Municipal, or Federal retirement and move to someplace where you can rent a place with marble floors and an awesome view of the ocean for $800 per month. Lift a middle finger. Laf at the working stiff suckers still buying into the lie and paying your way. Laf at them. Make fun of them. Send them pics of you lounging on the deck at their expense. Spare no hubris.

I am getting my ass out of America and I'm telling you now: it's going to be a huge trend. America fucking sucks. Too many fucktards.

Escape is now my mantra and if you escape to a better place, then things change for the better because your entire paradigm is different.

Someone asked me in comments:

Richard – Have you cut out all booze?

"No, haven’t, but being busy most of the time on productive endeavors simply gives me better things to do. Hell, funny enough, but being here on vacation, I drink less than at home. First two days here I had a total of a beer, a margarita, and a Piña colada. Last evening, and most days, are very similar."

Someone else.

So Richard,

What have you been eating lately?

What is the food/diet of the week/month?

You see, assholes like Mark Finnegan are like Moore and Eades groupies. They've got to have The Diet that is Good For Everyone, forevermore (easier to sell books). Rather than experimentation and change—meaning you're dynamic, rational, thinking, skeptical—they see it as weakness...all the while, the fraudulent, dishonest, and manipulative intransigence of Moore and Eades is a sign of strength. But anyway, I can't really care about fucktard wankers showing up to jerk off in my comments, so...

"Basically, I try to always prefer whatever is cooked by hand from a list of real food ingredients. I eschew stuff in boxes, processed food, fast food. Bottled salad dressings. Especially, all deep fried stuff, even french fries, now. If I do opt for the fries, it’s always something like just a few bites of them, leave 2/3 of them. Probably, eating ANYTHING deep fried ought to go as the #1 don’t do it.

"Otherwise, no, don’t care much. Last night, Bea and I ate in the room here in Cabo. We shared a wonderful bowl of caldo de pollo (truly awesome) and a flank steak quesadilla with guac and fresh salsa. We split a can of Mexican coke.

"Soon, we’ll do the breakfast buffet. I’ll probably have a croissant, brie cheese, a big bowl of mixed fruit including papaya; scrambled eggs, refried beans, some potato, and a glass of either orange juice, or this cactus & celery smoothie they have.

"No doubt by the pool this afternoon, we’ll share grilled fish tacos on corn tortillas garnished with fresh red cabbage, fresh salsa, and fresh Mexixican sour cream (which is amazing and creamy not paste, BTW)."

Here's been an example of my Fuck Low Carb and Fuck Faux Paleo breakfast most days here. Not afraid of anything.

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Croissants, Brie, Mixed Fruit, Cactus Smoothie, Coffie, Eggs, Beans, Potatoes, Sausage, Bacon

But you may notice I don't have either two cubes of butter or, embarrassing, untoward helpings of sausage & eggs. And then, I never ever do seconds anymore, and I always leave almost a little something of everything. It's an ethic I've come to embrace because I believe I got fat because of wall-to-wall gluttonous relatives, and with rare exception. They're just gluttons about food, always have been. Occam's Razor. I was just taught that way. More is always better. Clean your plate. Then go back for more. Thank the cook.

All of them only liked "Paleo" while it lasted because it was a magic way to still be a glutton. Occam's Razor.

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Beatrice could tell you, because she's mentioned it a lot of times over months. I've become super critical of taste—I especially loath over spiced and especially, salty. I will not take more than a bite or two of stuff that doesn't please me, and if it does, only a reasonable amount and leave something.

It works better than anything and just as another commenter said, that I agree with:

Thanks in large part to your blog, I have also come full circle, and food is once again just food. This is after about four years of wandering in the desert through many different highly restricting diets (vegan, paleo, keto, “clean”, etc.). What’s hilarious to me is that I’ve started right where I began, with Brad Pilon’s “Eat Stop Eat.” The addition of resistant starch makes it that much easier to fast. And that right there is easily 98% of what I actually need to be healthy and lean. The rest is just over complication. Thanks man.

I had a sneaking suspicion way back when, and this is like 2009. What if Brad is right, and so long as you're not a total glutton, what you eat is less important than when you just don't eat?

Alright, I'll have more later. Right now, I've been using Google Earth to absolutely be amazed at what that drive down the Baja Peninsula in my lifted Beemer with big tires is gonna be like.