A correction: On my last posting I claimed that humans need 20 grams of carbs a day for our brains to function fully, but that information was incorrect. According to the Institute of Medicine, adults need minimum of 130 grams of carbs per day to maintain maximum brain function (Institute of Medicine; Dietary Reference Intakes for Macronutrients, National Academies Press, Washington DC 2002) .
Thursday, April 28, 2005
A correction: On my last posting I claimed that humans need 20 grams of carbs a day for our brains to function fully, but that information was incorrect. According to the Institute of Medicine, adults need minimum of 130 grams of carbs per day to maintain maximum brain function (Institute of Medicine; Dietary Reference Intakes for Macronutrients, National Academies Press, Washington DC 2002) .
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Random Ventage
Monday, April 18, 2005
YOU KNOW YOU'RE ADDICTED WHEN the Barista calls out, “Jean, Café Mocha Decaf” and you shout, a little louder than you mean to, “DECAF???” while the woman in front of you with the same name grabs the cup of joe; shoots a frightened look at you and the barista timidly hands you a cup of very caffeinated poison with onlookers looking at you like you're some kind of nut...
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
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Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Our landlord is 80 years old. Every month our rent is due on the
Got a letter after I came home from work at
She proceeded to sit there dishing out her condescending tone as if talking to a common criminal:
“I dropped my check off before
“No, I was here at 10”
“Yes, but I dropped it off on my way to work, but before 12”
“No, I was here at 10, and I looked at the checks at 10 and didn’t see yours”
“um.. that’s because I dropped it off after 10 but before 12”
“No, you’re lying, I was here at 10 and I went upstairs at 12 to put the note on your door and you didn’t even answer”
“THAT’S BECAUSE I DROPPED IT OFF ON MY WAY TO WORK AND I WASN’T HOME!”
“No, you’re lying, I was here at 10 and you weren’t, I checked the drop box at 10 and didn’t see your check and you didn’t answer the door at 12”
“ THE HANDYMAN SAW ME!” finally, I thought! A witness!
“oh really? Who?”
“the guy with the ladder, I don’t know his name”
“it must be David… I’ll let you off this time”
let me off? Wha??
“for the record, I swear to you that I’m not lying”
“and who did you say saw you?”
“the handyman, you can ask him and he will testify that he saw me here before
“oh don’t worry, I will”
Uh… is it just me, or is the above situation maddening? There’s more to the story actually, and more of her sitting there calling me a liar, it’s all very amusing, I’m sure years from now I’ll look back upon this incident and laugh at it… just not this minute.Monday, April 04, 2005
Chris got me addicted to this game called: Sid Meier’s Pirates! I hate being addicted to things, like coffee, or burritos from Delia’s Mexican Kitchen… Chris and I are both playing this game, but apparently we have very different objectives. In his game he plays from beginning to end, trying to keep the crew happy, make sure they have food, conquer villages, yadayadayada… But I just pull up a console and enter how much food I want the crew to have and how much money I want to have. Some call it cheating, I call it…okyes it’s cheating, but I have more important things to do than to fight some silly pirates! I have to find the most suitable governor’s daughter to marry and master the ballroom dancing steps! And I did it! I found myself a nice French woman to marry.
The whole thing though is kinda strange since the only character the game lets you play is a man, and I named him “Princess”. So we have the notorious pirate “Princess” marrying a beautiful French daughter… Anyhoo, my objective in the game is to woo a Spanish daughter, English daughter, and Dutch daughter, respectively. Upon learning my quest, Chris just shook his head, slowly, and silently walked away...


