Month: April 2019
The new podcast is up: Episode 32: LGBTs in the Work Force, Easter, and College Loan Forgiveness.
LGBT at Work: The Supreme Court has taken three LGBT discrimination cases. It’s evidence that Derrida has won: text with no context can be twisted however you want.
Easter: The Resurrection is an historical fact. Shocking claim? Hear me out. Also: Discussion about the Shroud of Turin.
Lightning Segments: Low calorie gin and tonics, Game of Porns, Staring at a Naked Woman, Staring down NOW at the Masters (Note: I don’t say “hundreds of thousands” when referring to the men’s counter-protest at the Masters . . . I say “hundreds or thousands”).
Loan Forgiveness: Elizabeth Warren’s proposal to eliminate student debt is a moral outrage. Her plan to throw even more money at the schools further compounds the problem.
Interesting: Sex Pistol Johnny Rotten rails against homeless anarchy in LA. He lives in Venice Beach, which is where we really noticed the homeless problem (there, and on the opposite side of the metropolis, in Pasadena . . . it’s a problem all over SoCal).
The thing is, these aren’t mentally ill people. Well, many of them are, but based on what I saw, you could break down the homeless demographic as follows:
20%: Mentally ill
50%: Flat out bums, young people under age 40 who simply want to live on the street
It’s a major problem, but the Left protects the bums, characterizing them all as mentally ill and, therefore, deserving of compassion. The shiftless young, meanwhile, enjoy using the mentally ill as a foil.
One of the most interesting drinking pieces of the year: Hangover Inc.: The Companies Getting You Over Last Night.
The gist: Companies are offering I.V.s and oxygen boosts to get people over their hangovers quickly:
The I.V. Doc offers what it calls the “deathbed” treatment for mornings when you “can’t get out of bed or off the floor.” It costs $249 and includes the drugs Zofran for nausea, Toradol for headaches and Pepcid for heartburn.
A younger friend of mine has a doctor friend who set all of them up with I.V. treatments during his bachelor party. He said the recovery effect was incredible.
Where do I stand on such treatments? I don’t know. Two observations:
1. It strikes me as decadence promotion. The hangover helps keep people in check. If we mainline these treatments, another curb against excess is removed. Our culture hardly needs that.
2. I’ve been there . . . more times than I care to admit. I definitely would’ve paid the $249 for the deathbed treatment.
All considered, I like this development. It’s really no different than drinking itself. Alcohol is a good thing, but we can’t abuse it. If we abuse it, we do penance. If we get a hangover, this is a nice way out of it, albeit one that we should feel a bit guilty about using.
The guilt, btw, will still remain. One author refers to it as the “metaphysical” part of the hangover.
“On any given day, 1 in 5 American youngsters don’t drink any water at all, finds a new study of US children and young adults in JAMA Pediatrics, and those who don’t end up consuming almost twice as many calories from sugar-sweetened beverages. “Drinking water is the healthiest beverage to drink.”
Gary Hart, a politician running for president in 1988, invited the media to follow him around after he was alleged to be a womanizer. He was quoted as saying, “Follow me around. I don’t care. I’m serious.” Members of the media complied and he was caught having an affair 2 weeks later.
John Hughes filmed “The Breakfast Club” and “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” concurrently to save time and money. He even used the same closed high school for the interior scenes, but built a second library in the gym for “Breakfast Club” because the original was too small.
Mount Everest is only the world’s tallest mountain as measured from sea level. But since the earth bulges at the equator, the mountain Chimborazo in Ecuador is the tallest mountain if you measure from the earth’s core.
Pineapples were so rare a sight in the 1700’s they were a symbol of wealth. The few that were cultivated in hothouses were worth about five thousand pounds ($8000) each. They weren’t eaten, but were rented out by the aristocracy as a table centerpiece at dinner parties.