Mental Deprivations

Mundane day again. Back to gym. Sparse. Not sure when schule resessions. Podcast an episode of CBC’s Best of Ideas on death. Horrible. Bunch of EMO Bogs spewing emotion and irrationality. In the range of irritating to nauseating. And they never got into whether they were talking about body death or self death. Or any of the other distinctions. Typical boggery, I fear.

Thought about that tooth quack who beheaded the lion. I suspect that’s what was upsetting, not the shooting? Too religionist. The ISIS dentist. Kills good people. Evil.

Actually just mentally sick I suspect. Which led me to consider contemporary society and mental sickness. Came to the hypothesis that when it comes to between-the-ears modern society is definitely medieval. No soap. No hygiene. Just perfume and shamen. Not that the medicalists don’t try but there are too few “real” ones in this area and too many opportunists. And a lot of these latter are religionists. More beheadings. How is it different to sever the head from the body and ignore the diseased mind? Not much I fear.

Not that I expect the politicians to do anything about services. Too much in the way. Like adequate pork for their corporate masters. Who want whacked people to accept slave jobs and buy self damaging products. 

But the good news is that the prevalence of mental sickness in Amerika assures the perpetuation of the current corrupt anti-democracy system.

For them at least.

Happy One Day.

Early to Decide

Two day. Happily the gym was sparse and only the respectful, congenial weight bouncer in evidence. Sadly the podcast episodes were mediocre at best and the primary one, the weekly from the Guardian, was spoiled by some pundit/author who emitted so many inaccuracies that I quickly zoned out lest something material be harmed in the frustration.

On which azimuth I ran across an article [Link] about some work at Columbia Business Schule and Ben Gurion U that indicates that decisions are best made early in the day. The context of the article is business and is written so poorly as to be as exasperating as those podcasts. Apparently this applies regardless of one’s wanted hour of arising. 

This isn’t really surprising, I think, but it does illuminate why one wants to do real work in the mornings and reserve useless meetings for the afternoon. Especially those with large numbers of bogs in attendance.

It also gives some insight in what makes the difference between a good secretary and an exceptional one.

Along the same lines, I ran across this cartoon: [Link]

which seems to give somewhat the same advice: wait until when you are ineffective to visit the FaceScroll. I have wondered several times whether it is worthwhile or not. Ultimately this comes down to whether I want to abide the political and religionist nonsense that has overwhelmed the site for the occasional bit of communication with someone I used to see often but now never.

I am still musing that. 

Unengaged in the Head

Mundane day again. Week in. And not very satisfying so far. Gym was moderate and the only weight bouncer was the polite one, so that was marginal. The equipment is still ratty and unmaintained so using it is a crap shoot in hurting oneself. The podcast was a CBC “Best of Ideas” episode about some Pennsylvania’s architecture and it was at best marginally diverting.

Have to motor shortly to Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill. Medicalist appointment. That’s probably why the day seems so dark. 

Film at Eleven.

The Bad, the Good, and the Good

Once more to the edge of week out. Ice cream day. And I did get to go for constitutional in the park. Which was a bit inundated/flooded from the rains yesterday. Not badly but there were places whee I had to concentrate on my trajectory. I didn’t quite finish the podcast episode, mostly since I missed yesterday, but the loss portended to be minimal. A good diversion but not really informative. 

But I did run across some articles that were and since it is ice cream day it seems meet to clear some of them out. 

In the category of bad is a study [Link] out of U California that indicates that even moderate, continual consumption of fructose sweetened soda cause increase likelihood of heart disease. Like fall down in the middle of a bottle, discorporate sort of thing. Another reason to avoid fructose. 

The next falls into the category of good. It seems [Link] that McDougal’s has closed 350 stores – nobody wants to call them restaurants for fear of regurgitation – in the last two years. Seems even the happy box kids don’t want to go there any more. What is amazing is that the bogs can actually get a bit rational (?) in this?  Nah. Gotta be something else. Better taste? Not hard. Anyway, it won’t likely be any improvement. The nature of society seems to be every worst food and the niceties of climate change (no law yet in Alabama forbidding the phrase but give the council of thieves in Muntgum a chance to finish making abortion a felony and they’ll likely do so) portend it getting worser. Glad I’m old.

Last, it seems Megahard is losing money also. [Link] Seems the bogs aren’t buying PCs and therefore MegaHard is cash arid. What happened to their corporate addicts who just threw money at them? Have those corporations ditched PCs? Or switched to a good OS? I doubt it. Could it be that the tablet is a better fit with what humans want for home use than a computer? Do they do any intelligent composition? Do they create code? Do they crunch numbers of meaning? Consistent NO! Standard deviation zero. And which of them want a MegaHard tablet? Evidently no one who has money to spend on a tablet. MegaHard doesn’t seem to even be able to give away its tablets. Which doesn’t generate cash flow either way. 

Now the day is brighter. New version of Debian out. To Systemd or not? Hamlet had an easier time. But at least Linux boxes are still selling. As are nerd boxes. Some things can’t be done on a tablet. Unless you turn it into a box. Selah.

Two Time

Yesterday was a bit of a rat’s maze. Had to motor to Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill for the annual (hopefully!) inquisition by the pump physician. He is not the problem. Rather a nice chap for a medical specialist. The problem is the instrumentality. The efficiency of the visit was minimal: four hours spent for seven minutes with the physician. For the maths challenged (and the actually acalculate,) that’s an efficiency of 0.03 (approximately.) If I subtract out transit time then that figure about doubles, which is still considerably less efficient than my motorcar but not my maternal parent’s nagging. 

The carrot, if I may mangle the metaphor, is not having to take a stress test. You know, the thing where you run rather briskly on an antediluvian treadmill and then after waiting interminable periods being force fed horribly salty crackers that are worst tasting than library paste (and, I Suspect, less nourishing) one lies motionless belly down on a narrow board while a rather archaic x-ray machine semi-circles your chest. The latter is the main problem. That board and I are at outs.

Invariably the imposed motionlessness results in a loss of sensation so when the test is concluded I end up being able to get off the board only by rolling off and onto the floor. I have never been harmed but too often the action freaks the junior matron in charge of watching the chap on the board. The last time resulted in some rather impressive histrionics leading me to conjecture that the poor lass would have been better off pursuing an opera career than nursing schule.

That was evaded. Evidently gym plus constitutional is adequate demonstration of moderate wellness for such matters. Thankfully I should say on my part.

Which relief did not erase the trauma of the interminable waits involved in the process. Sometimes when I am waiting in the pseudo-aseptic confines of the hospital I wonder if I will see Semmelweiss wandering about. Which leads me to wonder why I see hospitals as older than colleges?