2006-04-16
Rice & other pulp dialogue
I'm on a non-wheat diet, which must mean I have gotten old. But it's really weird. Wheat has been doing strange things to my stomach. For years I've sworn off cutting wheat out of my diet, because it is my diet (at least 67.8% I would say). But after cutting wheat out worked for several people I know, I figured I had nothing to lose. Plus, my doctor recommended I cut the wheat out after I tested negative for picking up Third World stomach infections from Birgit.
Stomach dicomfort is probably the worst thing outside of a sore throat, in my book. I was becoming really irritable all the time. So to hell with it... one morning last week I woke up and stopped eating wheat.
And low and behold, it worked! I haven't felt like shit for two weeks now. It's all corn cereal, rice meals (lots of sushi rolls), fruit, vegatables, tortilla chips, and candy... oh yeah, I'm still a real sucker for pure sugar. I haven't felt this good in years! Incredible. Maybe my doc was finally onto something.
Getting old sucks. If in the future I happen to become allergic to coffee, I'm a dead man. But I'll take that hurdle if and when it comes.
Exhausted. I've been up all night projecting and tweaking shapefiles for a Duluth-Superior street map I am going to make just for the hell of it. I'm kind of pumped to make a map of my home town. It will take months, no doubt, but it is a fun project. I hope to use it in my Auto-Cartographica project. Put it right next to the map of my feet.
Birgit and I went to Duluth yesterday. Good time. We got our hair cut by my Mum, and then we met up with Chris, my sister, Clair, Macy, and Chase. The last two are dogs. Chase is a little Smooth Haired Terrier thing my sister bought recently. He is a dear! I loved that dog. Birgit thinks it looks too much like a rat for her to own one, but this thing was so nice, so sweet, didn't bark, and just fetched like no dog I've ever seen! Seriously, we sat in Leif Erikson Park next to Lake Superior -- a beautiful, sunny 70-degree day, which is surely a sign of the end times when something this extraordinary occurs in Duluth before Easter -- and I kept throwing a tennis ball as far as I could, over-and-over, and that little devil kept chasing it at full throttle, picking it up and returning it. He'd drop it at my feet and just pant, and look up at me, waiting for me to throw it again. It was unbelievable. The thing is only about a foot-and-a-half long, and even shorter than that, but it ran about four miles full-sprint. And it never barked once, even except for when it thought another dog was going to make a move for its ball. Unbelievably nice dog. Damn... my sister got lucky.
It was great to see the family again too, but truly... Chase ruled! Animals win over humans again.
Got my passport with its new visa in the mail from the Brazilian Consulate. That was a relief. I'm definitely going now. Don't know if I'm thrilled or terrified. Never truly sure if there is a difference.
My friend Nin called me today. I met him in China when I was 14. He's Japanese. His dad was working for Toyota. Now Nin works for them. He was relocated to LA this past December, and he works in their North American Sales and Marketing department. I guess he got married to a British woman in Hong Kong a couple of months before Birgit and I were married. He says he loves LA and isn't in a hurry to move back to Japan. He's here for three-to-five years. I hope to visit him sometime! It was truly great to hear from that guy!
This is really lame. I'm writing a lot again, but every time I write about my mundane, aging life, I feel a tinge of remorse -- how can I subject anyone to this. But I don't make people read it. It is their own voyueristic curiosity that is is going to kill them in the end. Right? Right? Please feel free to comment. Yeah, sure... 'night.
Stomach dicomfort is probably the worst thing outside of a sore throat, in my book. I was becoming really irritable all the time. So to hell with it... one morning last week I woke up and stopped eating wheat.
And low and behold, it worked! I haven't felt like shit for two weeks now. It's all corn cereal, rice meals (lots of sushi rolls), fruit, vegatables, tortilla chips, and candy... oh yeah, I'm still a real sucker for pure sugar. I haven't felt this good in years! Incredible. Maybe my doc was finally onto something.
Getting old sucks. If in the future I happen to become allergic to coffee, I'm a dead man. But I'll take that hurdle if and when it comes.
Exhausted. I've been up all night projecting and tweaking shapefiles for a Duluth-Superior street map I am going to make just for the hell of it. I'm kind of pumped to make a map of my home town. It will take months, no doubt, but it is a fun project. I hope to use it in my Auto-Cartographica project. Put it right next to the map of my feet.
Birgit and I went to Duluth yesterday. Good time. We got our hair cut by my Mum, and then we met up with Chris, my sister, Clair, Macy, and Chase. The last two are dogs. Chase is a little Smooth Haired Terrier thing my sister bought recently. He is a dear! I loved that dog. Birgit thinks it looks too much like a rat for her to own one, but this thing was so nice, so sweet, didn't bark, and just fetched like no dog I've ever seen! Seriously, we sat in Leif Erikson Park next to Lake Superior -- a beautiful, sunny 70-degree day, which is surely a sign of the end times when something this extraordinary occurs in Duluth before Easter -- and I kept throwing a tennis ball as far as I could, over-and-over, and that little devil kept chasing it at full throttle, picking it up and returning it. He'd drop it at my feet and just pant, and look up at me, waiting for me to throw it again. It was unbelievable. The thing is only about a foot-and-a-half long, and even shorter than that, but it ran about four miles full-sprint. And it never barked once, even except for when it thought another dog was going to make a move for its ball. Unbelievably nice dog. Damn... my sister got lucky.
It was great to see the family again too, but truly... Chase ruled! Animals win over humans again.
Got my passport with its new visa in the mail from the Brazilian Consulate. That was a relief. I'm definitely going now. Don't know if I'm thrilled or terrified. Never truly sure if there is a difference.
My friend Nin called me today. I met him in China when I was 14. He's Japanese. His dad was working for Toyota. Now Nin works for them. He was relocated to LA this past December, and he works in their North American Sales and Marketing department. I guess he got married to a British woman in Hong Kong a couple of months before Birgit and I were married. He says he loves LA and isn't in a hurry to move back to Japan. He's here for three-to-five years. I hope to visit him sometime! It was truly great to hear from that guy!
This is really lame. I'm writing a lot again, but every time I write about my mundane, aging life, I feel a tinge of remorse -- how can I subject anyone to this. But I don't make people read it. It is their own voyueristic curiosity that is is going to kill them in the end. Right? Right? Please feel free to comment. Yeah, sure... 'night.
