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Showing posts with label health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label health. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Reduce Your Diet, Save The Planet?
Are a few fewer ounces of meat on the table worth a better future for your kids?
Clutter -Trashy or Treasurable?
She walked into her daughter's bedroom.
The life history of a child stared back at her as if it had a life of its own.
Had much changed in three thousand years?
When were parents first required to keep their children at home until age 100? Her grandmother was a grandmother by that age. By accident, of course, but that can still happen.
Now that perpetual living is affordable for most average citizens, some experts predict that a typical childhood may last a few hundred years.
For the wealthy who've supported perpetual living methodology refinement for a couple of thousand years, reproduction is put off until adults have experienced their fourth or fifth childhood.
After reaching 100, her daughter insisted on stopping birthday parties in her honour. Instead, she held memorial services for ancestors who didn't have access to natural life-extending health benefits.
Today might be the day to push her daughter into a housing unit of her own.
But what would she do with the room?
How do you preserve childhood memories that are represented by inanimate objects?
The animated ones had already left to create memories for themselves, some living in species-neutral dormitory housing to learn alongside college students not privileged to give "birth" to new lifeforms in their childhood, like her daughter had, to get over the mothering instinct that crops up even in today's enlightened society.
Her daughter would have to adjust to a life without having a mother to run the household. At 500, it's time to find a companion with whom you'll select the genetic material to carry on your combined best learning/socialising methods.
Somewhere back on Earth her great-great-great-great-great grandfather was still alive and running a business empire he'd inherited a thousand years ago. Would he take in her daughter and teach her how to adjust to a life of her own?
The life history of a child stared back at her as if it had a life of its own.
Had much changed in three thousand years?
When were parents first required to keep their children at home until age 100? Her grandmother was a grandmother by that age. By accident, of course, but that can still happen.
Now that perpetual living is affordable for most average citizens, some experts predict that a typical childhood may last a few hundred years.
For the wealthy who've supported perpetual living methodology refinement for a couple of thousand years, reproduction is put off until adults have experienced their fourth or fifth childhood.
After reaching 100, her daughter insisted on stopping birthday parties in her honour. Instead, she held memorial services for ancestors who didn't have access to natural life-extending health benefits.
Today might be the day to push her daughter into a housing unit of her own.
But what would she do with the room?
How do you preserve childhood memories that are represented by inanimate objects?
The animated ones had already left to create memories for themselves, some living in species-neutral dormitory housing to learn alongside college students not privileged to give "birth" to new lifeforms in their childhood, like her daughter had, to get over the mothering instinct that crops up even in today's enlightened society.
Her daughter would have to adjust to a life without having a mother to run the household. At 500, it's time to find a companion with whom you'll select the genetic material to carry on your combined best learning/socialising methods.
Somewhere back on Earth her great-great-great-great-great grandfather was still alive and running a business empire he'd inherited a thousand years ago. Would he take in her daughter and teach her how to adjust to a life of her own?
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Ask yourself...
...are your children abusing teeth whitening products?
Sometimes "the government" is not to blame for your problems.
Sometimes, the use of parentheses indicates one should shift one's perspective on the use of labels.
Seven billion strong.
That's all I ask of our species.
It really is as simple as all that.
Anyone who tells you otherwise has a personal agenda at which you should look more closely and ask if you want to perpetuate someone else's (accidental or intentional) divisive actions.
Sometimes "the government" is not to blame for your problems.
Sometimes, the use of parentheses indicates one should shift one's perspective on the use of labels.
Seven billion strong.
That's all I ask of our species.
It really is as simple as all that.
Anyone who tells you otherwise has a personal agenda at which you should look more closely and ask if you want to perpetuate someone else's (accidental or intentional) divisive actions.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Cas Walker, I tip my hat to you
Somebody is smiling in his grave:
And by the way, what's with the actress who says "Buy a Camry" at the end of that Ford ad with the Dirty Jobs guy? Makes my wife want to get a new Toyota even though we don't need one.
Did Marv Albert teach his son any PR lessons? An announcer's voice is a good asset but there's all that extra time away from the microphone to fill. Hope Marv's son is focused on community service and other worthy causes off the air.
Fluoride does a body no good?
And by the way, what's with the actress who says "Buy a Camry" at the end of that Ford ad with the Dirty Jobs guy? Makes my wife want to get a new Toyota even though we don't need one.
Did Marv Albert teach his son any PR lessons? An announcer's voice is a good asset but there's all that extra time away from the microphone to fill. Hope Marv's son is focused on community service and other worthy causes off the air.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Classic humour for the hard of hearing - hope you can read it!
Reporter interviewing a 104-year-old woman:
'And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?' the reporter asked.
'And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?' the reporter asked.
She simply replied, 'No peer pressure.'
The nice thing about being senile is you can hide your own Easter eggs.
I've sure gotten old! I've had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees, fought prostate cancer and diabetes.
I'm half blind, can't hear anything quieter than a jet engine,
take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts.
Have bouts with dementia...
Have poor circulation;
Hardly feel my hands and feet anymore.
Can't remember if I'm 89 or 98.
Have lost all my friends.
The nice thing about being senile is you can hide your own Easter eggs.
I've sure gotten old! I've had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees, fought prostate cancer and diabetes.
I'm half blind, can't hear anything quieter than a jet engine,
take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts.
Have bouts with dementia...
Have poor circulation;
Hardly feel my hands and feet anymore.
Can't remember if I'm 89 or 98.
Have lost all my friends.
But, thank God,
I still have my driver's license.
I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor's permission to join a fitness club and start exercising.
I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors.
I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour...
But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over.
My memory's not as sharp as it used to be.
Also, my memory's not as sharp as it used to be.
Know how to prevent sagging?
I still have my driver's license.
I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor's permission to join a fitness club and start exercising.
I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors.
I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour...
But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over.
My memory's not as sharp as it used to be.
Also, my memory's not as sharp as it used to be.
Know how to prevent sagging?
Just eat till the wrinkles fill out.
It's scary when you start making the same noises as your coffee maker.
It's scary when you start making the same noises as your coffee maker.
These days about half the stuff in my shopping cart says,
"For fast relief"
THE SENILITY PRAYER:
Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway,
The good fortune to run into the ones I do,
and the eyesight to tell the difference...
Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway,
The good fortune to run into the ones I do,
and the eyesight to tell the difference...
Monday, January 3, 2011
A Challenge Worth Fighting and Dying For
Your mission, if you choose to accept it:
Your answer?
What if proper food shopping habits were part of the TV-watching crowd's expected behaviour?
"Sorry, viewers, your time is up. You can't watch sports or favourite show on the tellie until you've finished your home health work."
No more alcoholic rice water or HFCS (a/k/a corn sugar)-soaked, salt-encrusted crumbly stuff, either.
What if the advert people convinced the fast/snack food people to play along with this idea?
Could you convince the billionaire shareholders and board-of-directors members that a healthier populace is a bigger short/long term future and more profitable venture for investors?
Would your country finally award you the Medal of Honour for saving your country from malaise/entitlement?
Convince the powers that be that the real national crisis is not some occasional random act of violence perpetrated by overseas splinter cells but the declining health of the citizenry back home. Then, once convinced, the powers look to you for a solution.
Your answer?
Make healthier lifestyles more convenient and appealing for citizens than unhealthy ones.Imagine video games or computer/phone/TV apps that required you to exercise and eat right before you get rewarded with more airtime/gamelives.
What if proper food shopping habits were part of the TV-watching crowd's expected behaviour?
"Sorry, viewers, your time is up. You can't watch sports or favourite show on the tellie until you've finished your home health work."
No more alcoholic rice water or HFCS (a/k/a corn sugar)-soaked, salt-encrusted crumbly stuff, either.
What if the advert people convinced the fast/snack food people to play along with this idea?
Could you convince the billionaire shareholders and board-of-directors members that a healthier populace is a bigger short/long term future and more profitable venture for investors?
Would your country finally award you the Medal of Honour for saving your country from malaise/entitlement?
Saturday, January 1, 2011
What's up with that?
Fast food leads to faster path to death? Better life death through chemistry!
Not like any of these studies are going to change people's food buying habits - inexpensive and convenient methods are hard to overcome.
But there's something else to consider...
A migraine prevents its discussion here today.
Oh well.
Happy New Year to those who use a calendrical system which makes today the first day of the 365.25-day year!
And for the record: the Battle of the Sexes is a board game, not a comment about marital problems. Marriage is an agreement between the sexes, not a war.
Personal note: one resolution for me this year - to walk more frequently, if not every day.
Not like any of these studies are going to change people's food buying habits - inexpensive and convenient methods are hard to overcome.
But there's something else to consider...
A migraine prevents its discussion here today.
Oh well.
Happy New Year to those who use a calendrical system which makes today the first day of the 365.25-day year!
And for the record: the Battle of the Sexes is a board game, not a comment about marital problems. Marriage is an agreement between the sexes, not a war.
Personal note: one resolution for me this year - to walk more frequently, if not every day.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Hickory Nut On Skylight
This blog entry is a dive into some personal meditative repetitive thoughts not designed for public consumption.
The heavier I get (that is, the more fat that accumulates in my posteriour area), the more difficult does reaching around to clean feces from my anal area with toilet tissue after defecating become.
At nearly 250 pounds of body weight, I have reached a new upper limit to my adult size (the minimum being 166 around 1982).
When I was younger, I had occasional thoughts about whether I was taking good enough care of myself to be an exquisite corpse.
That's why a funeral pyre or other form of cremation is in my future.
There's a certain freedom in knowing it doesn't matter if I live a long life - fewer funds expended on life-extending medicine, exercise equipment/clothing and gym memberships.
It's my path toward less vanity in daily living.
Of course, the level of states of energy in my body (e.g., hormones) influence my life-stage decisions.
From now on, the days will pass by, separated by dream states, and natural end of self gets closer.
The body parts slowly lose their fight against entropy.
My goal of becoming less interesting becomes more and more achievable.
No more wordsmithing tricky work combinations.
No more revealing how our simple social connections work.
Leave the planet in better shape than I first occupied it.
Let the hordes of junk dealers/collectors sort through the junk I've hoarded, dealt and collected.
Happiness is a type of silence.
Go in peace, like a slight breeze through the forest, rearranging leaves randomly, without prejudice or bias, nothing to forgive or forget.
And then there were four.
The heavier I get (that is, the more fat that accumulates in my posteriour area), the more difficult does reaching around to clean feces from my anal area with toilet tissue after defecating become.
At nearly 250 pounds of body weight, I have reached a new upper limit to my adult size (the minimum being 166 around 1982).
When I was younger, I had occasional thoughts about whether I was taking good enough care of myself to be an exquisite corpse.
That's why a funeral pyre or other form of cremation is in my future.
There's a certain freedom in knowing it doesn't matter if I live a long life - fewer funds expended on life-extending medicine, exercise equipment/clothing and gym memberships.
It's my path toward less vanity in daily living.
Of course, the level of states of energy in my body (e.g., hormones) influence my life-stage decisions.
From now on, the days will pass by, separated by dream states, and natural end of self gets closer.
The body parts slowly lose their fight against entropy.
My goal of becoming less interesting becomes more and more achievable.
No more wordsmithing tricky work combinations.
No more revealing how our simple social connections work.
Leave the planet in better shape than I first occupied it.
Let the hordes of junk dealers/collectors sort through the junk I've hoarded, dealt and collected.
Happiness is a type of silence.
Go in peace, like a slight breeze through the forest, rearranging leaves randomly, without prejudice or bias, nothing to forgive or forget.
And then there were four.
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