In other words, run alone.
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In 10th grade, high school biology, our teacher told us that it’s not tryptophan that makes you tired at Thanksgiving. She gave biological reasons why, citing primarily that the digestion process — especially after overeating — caused a slowing in the body function that encouraged a sense of lethargy.
Tryptophan is found in all food and turkey does not feature a greater surplus amount than other foods.
Validation comes in the form of an article in a science magazine article. Check this out. Quoth the article:
The oft-repeated turkey mythstems from the fact that turkey contains the amino acid tryptophan, which forms the basis of brain chemicals that make people tired. But turkey isn’t any more sleep-inducing than other foods. In fact, consuming large amounts of carbohydrates and alcohol may be the real cause of a post-Thanksgiving-meal snooze, experts say.
Tryptophan is a component of the brain chemical serotonin, which gets converted into the well-known sleep-inducing hormone melatonin. Poultry and many other foods also contain tryptophan, in similar amounts to that found in turkey. Gram for gram, cheddar cheese actually contains more tryptophan than turkey does.
Basically, any big meal containing tryptophan and lots of carbohydrates can trigger sleepiness — not just turkey. And on Thanksgiving, many other factors contribute to feelings of tiredness, such as drinking alcohol. The holidays are also a time when people often take a break from their hard work.
But like all myths, people stick to what they know despite science’s ability to dispel rumors and change traditional ideas.
What sucks is I’ve been repeating it yearly since 1992.
If the war on tryptophan = sleepiness is this tough, imagine the sisyphean feat of educating people to understand and disregard religious myths.
Nose to the ground this morning. I got tons of work to do.
So you can go check out these links — many of them sciency — that I found at Digg.com.
Above: a random outtake from our photo shoot last Tuesday.
Tina sent me this video the other day of Angelina Jolie receiving an honorary Academy Award and we watched it together. We both were teared up by the end. This was Tina’s second viewing.
This sums up our views very quickly and easily. Travel opened our eyes to the world. The world is SOOOO much bigger than this little country rife with the strongest limited views ever.
And for you to win the lottery of the life you live in contrast to, say, the women who suffered through the Philippine typhoon, only to find yourself getting raped (stories here and here) by the crazy aftermath of the storm, the screaming of your mind telling you to alter your views should be deafening.
What makes so many people think they are somehow better because they were born in a tradition that places them as heaven-bound over the zillions of others who think they’re heaven bound should stagger/change/alter/open anyone’s viewpoint.
But yet it doesn’t.
In a recent article from FOX News, they write what we all knew: “[T]he Bible is fiction.”
For more, read it … in context …
I’m scheduled to shoot a short film today, and I assumed I’d be hogtied right now, but our main actress bailed last night around 2 a.m.
Without her, we’re skee-roooo’d, so we are scrambling to secure another actress. One woman has agreed to do the part, but she’s a SAG actress which will require specific permission if she does something unpaid.
I’m sitting on my hands waiting to hear back. It’s fun working with a crew. There’s a producer and a director who are picking up what I’d have to do if I were on it alone.
So here I wait. I’ll write a few notes down that have been going through my noggin.
I discovered I have a superpower. Are you jealous? I was skeptical, but I’m sure I have one. When I go running, I almost get hit by a car every other outing. That must mean I’m invisible. Right? I mean, how else do you miss a 170 lb man with big black hair moving at approximately 8 or 9 miles per hour?
For about a year, Tina has learned how to color her own hair using professional products. But after doing it herself for that long, she desperately needed to have a professional job done. So I encouraged her to find someone. She found this one guy in our neighborhood, but his rates were through the roof. Then she reached out to a person we’ve used for hair on a photoshoot, and she agreed to do it fairly reasonably and she would do it at our home.
On Wednesday, she came by and they worked in the kitchen for what seemed like days, chatting it up about all kinds of topics. We asked if she would cut my hair, and she did. It was a little pricy, but it was worth it. She did an amazing job. I’ll have to post pictures at some point.
Last weekend, we re-watched Austin Powers. It has to be one of the funniest movies of all time. So many great lines. Probably my all-time favorite scene is when Dr. Evil and Scott go to therapy. When Dr. Evil is asked to give his story, he stands and says:
The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum… it’s breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
We reference the movie a lot, because almost every time we park in our parking spot for our condo, we have to jimmy our car in, forward and reversing several times in almost complete minutiae to work our way in.
Inevitably, I’ll say, “Lemme just Austin Powers our way in here.”
I’ve been running a one-sided conversation about religion lately in my mind when I can’t sleep at night. It’s essentially trying to cul down the possibility of telling someone why I don’t believe in the shortest way possible. I eventually fall back asleep before I nail down the “perfect” delivery.
Essentially, the speech goes something like:
Given the magnanimity of the universe, I understand why anyone would believe that a larger-than-thou, awesome being created everything. But to think that that being created two people and put them in paradise, ostensibly without flaw, and within vessels that were immune from disease, death and harm. Then once they disobeyed, that disobedience was so awful, so incredibly evil, that the rest of humanity, for all time, must suffer things like cancers, typhoons, hurricanes, starvation, diseases, handicaps, and ultimately death.
Why don’t people revolt when they learn that their cancer is the result of the crime of disobedience?
“Sorry, Mr. & Mrs. Smith, your daughter has down syndrome and deformities. If it weren’t for your great great great great to the tenth power grandparents and their idiot decision to eat from that one tree, your daughter would be perfectly healthy. Blame Adam & Eve for the torment your daughter will experience.”
Then after four thousand years (or whatever time period between Adam & Eve to Jesus), people were separated from that being without a bridge. That being’s answer is NOT to fix the issues of cancer, starvation, weather destruction, etc., it’s to cure “death.” And curing “death” means you still have to cross over. You still have to “die.” It’s just that you live forever AFTER dying.
Jesus would actually be an effective savior should he have actually done more than provide a cure for the inevitable fate that you still have to experience to get to “meet” the bastard.
Once you take the concept of such incredible design and masterful creativity, and you place that being in the context of the creative “mind” behind the bible, it renders that mysterious awesomeness a flaccid, powerless fart.
Those are just some meandering thoughts about the process. There are always little nuances to the topic. I usually fall back asleep from boredom after the first line or two. But sometimes the process goes further.
I must go check on my filmmaking debacle. Glad I had a chance to bore you with this update.
Thanks for reading and thanks for any response you might have.
Graphic reads, “If tomorrow, women woke up and decided they really liked their bodies, just think how many industries would go out of business.”
The same could be said if men were content with the technology/gadgets/computers/cameras they already own, how many companies would suffer.
Via TYWKIWDBI: Thought for the day
Demons and devils. You know you love them.
Or you hate to love them.
I understand people believe in a god. I get it. The universe is big, bold and beautiful. It’s mysterious and grand.
Let’s say some big, mysterious being created all of it, because it makes me feel better on the inside place.
But devils and demons?
Some of my more religious friends on facebook are standing up for their belief in demons by posting blogs like this to explain why they aren’t partaking in the evil Halloween holiday.
The blogger, one woman named Michele Blake, who blogs at a site called “Prophezine“, explains:
The more I learned, the more I became convinced that this “holiday” (a word that means “holy day,” by the way) was not honoring to God in any way. I began to see that my refusal to give up Halloween was evidence of a divided heart — but Jesus wants my whole heart.
Ever since deciding to “just say no” to Halloween, I can honestly tell you that the blessings and joy of obedience are far greater than any fun I ever had “celebrating.”
And since many people, even Christians, think my decision is odd or even legalistic, I finally decided to put together a list of the top ten reasons I kissed Halloween goodbye.
Mind you, Blake has devoted the last 15 years of her life to homeschooling her kids and “researching the false claims of psychology and psychiatry since she became a Christian 15 years ago.”
You know psychology that makes claims like demons and devils, invisible mischievous beings that are trying to tempt you and cause a raucous in your lives, aren’t real never have been and never will be.
But Halloween, according to Blake is an excuse to flaunt sexuality and to “dine with demons,” things that five year olds LOVE to do.
Oh wait, it’s adults who shove horseshit down their innocent children’s throats in an effort to make them feel better about a lifelong struggle with believing in an imaginary friend named Yeshua.
Here’s the deal. If you think Halloween is evil, there are plenty of alternatives to a healthy, wholesome celebration of dressing up and hooking your kids up with candy and treats. Halloween can be a great holiday reserved for helping your kids identify another way they might be creative. So stop stealing their youth from them and get on board.
And if you think there are demons, by all means show me one. In the meantime, your silly beliefs are ridiculous and you’re setting your kids up to rebel against you later in life.
Imagine if the only reason anti-marriage folks hated gay marriage was because they didn’t want to share the tax benefits of marriage with homosexuals.
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