I’m really digging Food Network‘s new Iron Chef America series. It’s just a lot of fun to watch, and at a more accessible time than the original Iron Chef (9pm versus 11pm).
Month: January 2005
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Blog desert
Yeah, I know, but I just haven’t felt the need to blog much of anything lately. My ambition to post has waned, and the empty stretches between entries grow larger… It won’t last forever, though. I know this much.
Meanwhile, Central Oregon has been experiencing unseasonably warm weather, and they’re saying it’s going to be a drought year because there’s been no snow. Not that I mind the springlike weather overly much, but could we at least wait until it’s spring? I like having seasons, and it seems vaguely ridiculous to be washing the car by hand in January (which I did last weekend).
Damn global warming.
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Is this cat stoned?
(Thanks, Jake!)
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11
Since about the first of the year I’ve been dieting (with much prodding from my wife). It’s nothing formal, mostly I’ve just been cutting way back on portions, avoiding junk food entirely and balancing what I eat much better. Even with going to Portland last weekend, I’ve somehow managed to lose 11 pounds already(!). To put it in perspective, I started at an unhealthy 228 pounds (six feet tall), so either I’m doing something right, or I have cancer.
Kidding!
The other day I picked up the book Eat, Drink, and Be Healthy: The Harvard Medical School Guide to Healthy Eating from the library to go along with this change in eating habits. It’s quite a good book, I’d highly recommend it to, well, everyone. It lays out a scientific, common-sense approach to healthy eating that I think lacks from most “formal” and fad diets I’ve seen. Check it out.
In the meantime, I’ll post occasional weight loss updates. I’m curious to see if the rate I’m losing weight will maintain, or if it will slow down. And in case anyone worries that I’m on the bleach and fiberglass diet, rest assured that my daily intake looks something like: 2-3 starches, 2-3 fruits, 2 protein, 4+ vegetables. Some dairy, too. So it’s all good.
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New Bend blogger
Found on ORBlogs: The Grumpy Forester, a new Bend blog. Well, Lapine, I guess, but that’s okay. And “new” is relative, the archive go back to January 22 of last year. But it’s new to me! Welcome!
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Jumping from a taxi?
Speaking of the ice storm, what’s up with this story out of Portland? Woman dies after jumping out of taxi:
And a taxi passenger died Saturday after she jumped from the vehicle as it approached her home on Mount Scott.
The victim, Nancy Johnson, 61, was returning to her home on Southeast Johns Court from Portland International Airport when the Green Transportation Co. cab started sliding down the steep street.
She was pinned beneath the cab’s rear axle as it slid more than 100 feet. The cab driver called 9-1-1 to report the incident at 10:34 p.m.
Johnson “just flat panicked. I think she was worried that (the vehicle) would go out of control,” said Capt. Jamie Karn, Clackamas County Fire District 1 spokesman. “This was just a freak accident.”
I mean, who the hell jumps out of a moving car at all? Especially when it’s sliding out of control and you don’t know where it’s going? I’m sorry, but people need more common sense. I wouldn’t be surprised to see this show up as a Darwin Award.
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Ice capades
Our little trip to Portland over the weekend went well, except for the ice storm that hit Saturday. We stayed indoors the whole day with our friends (who we were staying with, fortunately, otherwise we’d have really worn out our welcome), and pretty much any other plans we’d had were shot.
On the other hand, our friends introduced me to the BBC comedy The Office, which is insane but entirely plausible—I’ve known people (and offices) that are exactly the same way. It’s hilarious, check it out. Amazon has it for about 42 bucks.
Our drive back Sunday was uneventful; the ice was already breaking up in Portland and the farther out of town we went, the better it got—even over the mountains. Back in Bend, you wouldn’t even know anything had happened. All’s well that ends well, they say.
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Back to the Rose City
Seems like we just can’t get enough of Portland; we’re heading there tomorrow (Friday). It’s part follow-up to our son’s eye surgery, part vacation-y trip. Always fun. I’d like to get in a trip to Powell’s Bookstore, but I don’t think we’ll have the time unfortunately.
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As You Like It
Via Boing Boing this evening comes the mildy disturbing story that Shakespeare may have been afflicted with one or more venereal diseases.
Mentions of the “pox,” the “malady of France,” the “infinite malady,” and the “hoar leprosy” in his writings seem to indicate that the Bard knew—perhaps from personal experience—how torturous venereal disease could be. “Shakespeare’s knowledge of syphilis is clinically precise,” said John Ross, MD, author of the study. A line in Sonnet 154, “Love’s fire heats water,” apparently refers to an STD causing burning urination.
In Shakespeare’s time, one of the treatments for syphilis, inhalation of mercury vapor, was worse than the disease. Dr. Ross suggests that Shakespeare’s tremulous signature on his will, his social withdrawal in later years, and even his baldness might all be due to a mild degree of mercury vapor poisoning.
Well, they do say to write what you know.
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Null
Gah, there’s nothing worse than sitting here trying to think of something to write, and getting nothing. I have some ideas for things, but nothing that seems particularly illuminating while I’m sitting here tonight. I just got tired of seeing too many days going by on that calendar there on the right and felt like I should write something down.
Interesting; look at my post from January 9th of last year. It’s very nearly the same.