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May 9, 2011

Wish I were in Sweden. My first Town Hall meeting. The ugliest building in America. Dr.Michio Kaku. Meat Glue. Caffeine update. “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” Canadian Oil(Kearl Project). Mother’s Day. May 9, 2011 | Dr. Kaku

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Fukushima-nuke-reactor

Mother’s Day 2011. Six years ago I lost my mother to a sudden ‘thing’. Her picture, as a young girl, taken before WWII, is taped to the wall behind my computer; she has a wonderful smile; everyone says I look exactly like her; I’m proud about that and miss her. Maybe soon, I can hop on the Orient Express or through a parallel world wormhole and catch up to her. The Mississippi River is way over flood stage; perhaps the worst flooding since 1930. Last week, America had terrible killer tornadoes down South.

At 3 AM last night, I watched a recap of Japan’s Fukushima’s nuclear disaster; I didn’t forget about that. The gulf oil spill was a little over a year ago and I didn’t forget about that either. A recent HBO special, “Saving Pelican 895” details the herculean efforts in saving one particular precious pelican. Here’s a link to check out:

HBO special “Saving Pelican 895”

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Charles Stanley Choules, the last surviving combat veteran of WWI

Claude Stanley Choules, the last known combat veteran of World War I and one of the last men to have served in both World Wars, died on May 5, in a nursing home in Western Australia. He was 110 years old. My mind is doing one of those swirling cyclonic jobs; I don’t know what to say first. There are 750 million cars in the world today. A couple of decades from now, we’re looking at 2 billion cars in the world. Sure, some of them will be electric powered, but that’s still a lot of oil/gas. A barrel of oil dropped by $17 this week; “What a dump.” I love this line, originally from a Bette Davis movie but really blasted on the screen by Elizabeth Taylor in ‘Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf.’ Here’s a great clip from the movie.

“Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf” movie clip from Youtube(powerful stuff)

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I’ll get back to oil in a moment. When I saw this vitriolic movie with my first wife, we curiously decided to call ourselves ‘George’ and ‘Martha’ which was just about the most prophetic thing to happen to me up to then. A few years later came our semi-bittersweet divorce; although I did get the “Bridge Over Troubled Water” album in the settlement along with a collection of used athletic supporters and a cheap replica of Abraham Lincoln’s Illinois desk. So why did I say, “What a Dump” talking about oil? Because we’re all ‘Prisoners of Zenda,’ or someplace else and are constantly dumped on and manipulated by oil companies. I want to irresponsibly think BP had a hand in the latest increase to recoup the $20 billion they had to pay for the gulf oil spill restitution/reclamation. And as we speak, I wish I was living in a cabin all by myself on 300 acres in Alberta, Canada as they are about to start mining all that jazzy oil via the Kearl Oil Sands Project.

The proposed development of Kearl was done by our old friends at Exxon-Mobil in 1997. The Chinese have been hanging around Alberta for a long time. I wonder why? Exxon-Mobil holds 100% of some of the leases and latest projections hover around 5.5 billion barrels waiting around in an open-pit mining operation. Personally, my over extended gut from a superb Mother’s Day dinner in Freehold, New Jersey (home of Bruce Springsteen) tells me there’s way more than 5 billion barrels up there in Alberta, Canada. And with all that wealth, Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper has a majority now to cut Canadian healthcare and lots of other things. A quick interjection about Canada: Canada is listed as the friendliest country in the world, followed by Bermuda, South Africa, United States, Australia, Spain, France, United Kingdom, Malaysia, and Germany.

Does cutting health care sound familiar? My last two blogs ‘discussed’ Republican Paul Ryan’s proposed budget to eliminate/fix Medicare. Remember, I do not identify or belong to any political party. I like independent thinking and best candidates. A Republican attempt to wipe out Medicare infuriated (me) Americans; 80% are opposed to change. When Republican congress people went to Town Hall meetings, they got an earful, sending party panic attacks throughout the land.  I glee (not the show) how Ryan’s proposed budget for Medicare elimination is now up for ‘negotiations.’ Politics is a strange creation. I remember President Clinton’s impeachment hearing voting based on party lines. Few Republicans did not vote to impeach. Rep. Peter King from New York risked harsh Republican Party recriminations by voting not to impeach. When asked why, he eloquently said if Clinton was Republican, this wouldn’t be an issue or vote; a brave political ‘raising the flag at Iwo Jima’ for me.

This weekend in Sweden the Toward a Science of Consciousness: Brain, Mind, Reality conference was held May 3–7, 2011 at Stockholm University, Stockholm Sweden, keynoted by Sir Roger Penrose, speaking on “Consciousness and Physical Law.” Wish I was there. But someday, over the rainbow or alongside it, I’ll get to Sweden and Montana.

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In keeping with my continuing pursuit of consciousness, on Tuesday, I attended my very first earthly Town Hall meeting in Manalapan, N.J. conducted by Governor Chris Christie. Four hundred, mostly senior citizens (so I was presumably comfortable) gathered in a tired ‘Covered Bridge’ club house full of political-esque banners to hear the Governor reiterate that he’s not running for President and when asked about teaching ‘creationism’ in Jersey’s public schools, he said, “That’s a new one” and cautiously(pre-Presidential run posturing?) said local school boards should be making that decision. Actually, New Jersey does not permit creationism to be taught in place of evolution. Prior to the governor’s grand entrance, a ‘briefing’ session advised what and how to ask questions in front of cameras and reporters. I didn’t see the ‘applause’ sign.

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NJ Governor Chris Christie

I think all my world-wide readers should know that the ugliest building complex in America is located in my home garden state of New Jersey. Where do I begin; let me count the ways. The Xanadu project is a five-story retail and entertainment complex undergoing construction in the Meadowlands Sports Complex in East Rutherford, NJ near New York City. It was to have been completed in 2007, but the grand opening has been pushed back each year after 2007.  It is the most vile and ridiculous looking building anywhere, in part because of an architecturally inept, stupid(I’m an adult and still use the ‘stupid’ word because it feels so good here) indoor ski jump (picture included)

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the ugly ski jump on a $2 Billion dollar job. Come on.

After a bunch of different owners, seven years and $2 billion dollars, this 2 million plus square foot retail and entertainment joke has a new developer and name, ‘American Dream’ and fiscally conservative (another $ billion or so to put on a new face/facade and other lures) Governor Christie will go along with a deal including $200 million in state tax breaks while trying to take away paid unused sick days from state employees who will have to one day retire at 65 not 62(actually this is a positive move to preserve long range pensions). This bitterly ‘ugly’ complex is expected to open in time for New Jersey’s hosting the Super Bowl in 2014.

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The Edsel Ford. another design stroke of ugly. But I wish I had one now

Suddenly, ‘I Remember Mama’ and the Edsel Ford back in 1958 which lasted 3 model years and I think became a synonym for the word ‘failure’ just like Xanadu. Who makes these decisions?  And I’ve eliminated the ski-jump architect from possibly redesigning my mid-American two-car garage.

Back in 1975, I took a six foot tall, blonde, blue-eyed vegan on a blind first and last date combined. Her not eating meat appealed to me on several fronts; the humanity of not killing animals, the health aspect of meat avoidance which I figured might contribute to life’s extension and finally, trying in vain to impress her(by saying I was a vegan too. Of course I became one because of her).  Synchronicity suddenly abounds: I took that rich girl to Hayden Planetarium to get elevated spiritually/cerebrally/chemically and to see the stars. Tomorrow, I’m back at Hayden Planetarium with my son to see Dr. Michio Kaku, amazing astro-physicist talk about the real future that Republican Representative Paul Ryan’s gang can’t get their hands on yet. Michio Kaku, author of New York Times bestseller ‘Physics of the Impossible’ will discuss his astonishing forecasts of scientific leaps in the next century, including driverless cars that float above ground, x-ray vision, robot surgeons, and even an elevator to space.

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Update next week in blog. But I love segues; not eating red meat means I avoided eating glue all these years. Can it be that the meat you’re eating (not me) could be made up of scraps glued together to form a deceptively ‘normal’ piece of meat? Using a special product called ‘meat glue,’ meat suppliers have been caught using meat scraps, too small to sell, to create normal sized portions of meat for distribution. This misleading sales tactic is so effective that even experts can’t tell the difference between a regular piece of meat and a piece of meat tainted with ‘meat glue’. So what the ‘h’ is meat glue? Meat glue is an enzyme known as trans-glutaminase. Many meat glues are created by cultivating bacteria. Shockingly, other meat glues are made from the blood plasma of pigs and cows, specifically the coagulant that makes blood clot. This special enzyme is so toxic that people working with it use masks not to breathe it in. Why can’t they breathe it in? I never called that tall blonde girl again; perhaps an excessive height thing. Last week, I used Facebook to track down a few of my 1960’s girl friends and then ran to give my wife a big grateful hug because she was in a New York City bar the same night I was, back in 1976, a year after the vegan date fiasco.

More healthy words:  Researchers in Mexico describe that coffee is one of the richest sources of healthful antioxidants in the average person’s diet. Some of the newest research points to caffeine (also present in tea, cocoa, and other foods) as the source of powerful antioxidant effects that may help protect people from Alzheimer’s and other diseases.

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However, scientists know little how caffeine works in scavenging free radicals that have damaging effects in the body. And those few studies sometimes reach contradictory conclusions which may mean that in four hundred years, research may find cigarette smoking is good for you, as seen in Woody Allen’s movie ‘Sleeper.’ A long time ago in a galaxy far away and for reasons which I’ll take to a wormhole, in search of myself, I smoked cigarettes for ten years; ‘me’ with the proven largest vital lung capacity at Rutgers Pharmacy School, smoked until the late 80’s (and also gained 100 pounds). On the morning of July 21, 1989, I heard a voice. I stopped smoking cigarettes cold turkey and three months later, I had lost 100 pounds amidst rumors of all kinds of failing health scenarios.  Here’s a Youtube song by Donovan that I listened to every day for 3 months of dieting.

Donovan’s “Catch the Wind” on Youtube

Alas, it was the voice of will power and determination, the ingestion of 500 calories a day, exercise every day, a musical constant splash of ‘Simon and Garfunkel,’ ‘The Drifters,’ ‘Judy Collins’  and ‘Donovan’s’ “Catch the Wind” which anchored and drove me to spiritual communion. In them there spiritual hills of Sedona and central Jersey, there’s a lot of power and resolve; but that energy is really everywhere and inside everyone. You need to walk outside under a full or quarter moon, talk to yourself, inhale deeply, resolve to become an environmentalist, altruist, blogger, vegan and most importantly, a human being and you can do anything at any age. You know what; that’s exactly what my mother told me all my life. Happy Mother’s Day.

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May 2, 2011

Stuck in Medicare Mud; Dystopia Mon Amour. ‘Soylent Green'(movie) Keeping Company. Superman, why have you renounced? Life Extension problems. Supermarkets. With no mention of weddings, birthers or the late Bin Laden. May 2, 2011

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Two hours ago, I had no clue what today’s blog would talk about. Then, like a water fall hitting bottom with a refreshing splash, the subject appeared. Metaphorically, I’m not all wet, but this blog becomes one hell of a cascading stream of consciousness. One metaphor down, another to go; everything is swirling around. Images, glimpses and ideas slowly stray in front of my vision field as if they’re strange objects in a carnival shooting gallery; a buffalo, a small brontosaurus and a beat-up old typewriter. Sadly, one of the world’s last remaining typewriter factories in Mumbai, India, is closing down its typewriter production line, survived only by Moonachie, N.J.-based Swintec.

Life Extension There must be a hidden message why the last typewriter factory is here in my home state. Could it go back to college days when I took a post graduate course and was writing a paper on psycho-pharmacology? Procrastination was a way of life back then as was the Vietnam War. Today, kids don’t procrastinate; they play video and drinking games and opt out of listening to or being told anything by anybody over thirty. My term paper was due but I waited until the last day. Feverishly, I one-finger pounded that ‘Smith-Corona’ machine (never had a Royal or Underwood so did it mean a life time of political oscillation back and forth as an independent thinker?) At 4 AM, I finished, angry for subjecting myself to all that jazzy stress. I threw the typewriter on the floor and kicked it then picked it up and threw it down again, resolving never to procrastinate and to finally finish seven years of higher education. Lamentations just surfaced: Now I wish I had that typewriter for Ebay.

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Keeping company time: The other day, I read about CBS finding ways not to pay royalties to the cast of ‘Happy Days’ for using their images. So Potsie, Ralph, Joanie and Mrs. Cunningham have to sue CBS (The ‘Fonz’ and Richie Cunningham opted out of the law suit. I wonder why?) Shame on CBS.  And GE, parent company of NBC earned around $14.2 billion worldwide and paid no Federal taxes. And to Exxon-Mobil, heartfelt congratulations on their 69% first quarter profit increase and Shell Oil’s 60% increase. Actually ‘our’ oil companies took in $39 billion in profits during first quarter and ‘our’ government still gives them $4 Billion/year subsidies to motivate exploration while ‘our’ gas is over $4/gallon.

Life ExtensionDo you like how I use ‘our’ in this segment? I love the subliminal, when media announcers whisper that we’ll love these ‘old’ days of prices when gas goes to $200/barrel. And a remedy: Open up strategic oil reserves of 600 million barrels? So for a few weeks, gas prices might fall. Gas prices are cracking the toe nails of the economic recovery. It seems like old times or new thoughtful times; are we in a gas national emergency? Perhaps permanently nationalize the oil companies and “that’s all folks.” I always tried to ‘stutter’ that like my friend ‘Porky Pig’ did at the end of “Merrie Melodies” cartoons. More keeping company: I think you all should read an interesting article, “The ‘Other’ Sweetener That’s Made from Sugar, but is Closer to DDT” which talks about ‘Splenda.’ After reading this article, my morning bowl of oatmeal will, for perpetuity, be tasteless except for sprinkled cinnamon spice (to help sugar metabolism). Here’s the article link:

http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2011/04/26/major-media-finally-exposes-splendas-lies.aspx

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Time Warner, parent of DC comics has gone ahead with Action Comics edition #900 where Superman renounces his American citizenship. Superman has come a long way, from fighting the Germans in WWII and being there for truth, justice and the American way; so on this morning of renewed national pride and spirit, was it such a good idea for Superman to renounce precious citizenship?  Who makes these editorial decisions? One more thought about the Man of Steel. With x-ray vision, why couldn’t he help us look for oil beneath the surfaces?  Lament. Lament.

Life ExtensionWatching news coverage from Ground Zero a few minutes ago, there was a commercial for a new paper plate that’s ten times stronger as well as having an organic super coating that can last 1000 years; so on the dawn of renewed national pride, is it necessary to do all that jazz to a paper plate that gets eternally discarded after 57 seconds of use (that’s all the time it takes me to eat potato salad and a slider veggie burger).

Last week, I found myself in a Jersey supermarket (a rare place for me). Here’s what struck me: All that jazzy colorful, geometric packaging; some re-designed to stick permanently in your hands. Perhaps there are 50,000 different items in an average supermarket; a lot of discarded resources. Supermarkets are an interesting science. They work on a 1 to 3 % margin so they have to get us good.

Did you ever notice how the shopping carts have increased in size; so has your average purchase proportionally. And do you ever pay attention to the price of eggs, milk and toilet paper; usually these are loss leaders creating the image the store is inexpensive or competitive. A recurring nightmare: to develop a new soft drink that I’ll try to bring to market and I have to convince supermarket executives to sell me shelf space. Then one morning, I’ve lost my soul, money, superfluous body parts and dignity.

On a positive company note, The Massachusetts Institute of Technology announced Friday that Amar Bose, the 81-year-old founder of the sound system company that bears his name, has donated the majority of Bose Corp.’s stock to the school. The school will not participate in the management or governance of the company, but it will receive annual cash dividends on its shares when Bose pays them out.

Life Extension In last week’s blog I talked about Medicare, Congressman Paul Ryan’s budget and the movie ‘Logan’s Run;’ all by-products of a careful, cinnamon energized, introspective thought process. To remind/refresh: ‘Logan’s Run’ is a futuristic movie where no one over thirty is allowed to live. Then Paul Ryan proposes a budget that will help senior citizens leave our earth faster, free up resources, energy, food and water for people under thirty (they don’t care about Medicare; they’ll never get old). Forty-five thousand people die every year because they can’t/don’t get to a hospital in time. Ryan’s plan will grow that number. Do you get where I’m heading? I like looking down the roadside, at futuristic animals grazing in radioactive grass. Ryan’s budget is alarming; we won’t be wanted or valued as we age, because we’re using up rare, precious, valuable resources. 80 % of Americans do not want Medicare changed. What a depressing dystopian future world. I’m melting while I write this.

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congressman paul ryan

Watch this stream. The 400 richest Americans paid a tax rate of 16%. A political party likes tax cuts for the rich and corporations (GE paid no tax). Another futuristic movie I recently blogged about was ‘Rollerball’  with James Caan; the future has several corporations left on Earth; presumably one company like Walmart controls all earthly retailing, one company like Exxon-Mobil controls all energy, and one company like Delta-United-Continental-Greyhound-Ford-Toyota controls all transportation and so forth. So Ryan’s extremely radical and futuristic (movie) proposal would replace the current Medicare system with a voucher designed to diminish in value over time. Ryan’s plan would significantly increase the cost of Medicare for the poor and middle class and would also force the frail and weak elderly to make difficult decisions in the muddy waters of health insurance coverage when they are older and cognitively not as sharp. What a vile, terrible plan but for decreasing surface population and moving senior citizens out of the way for the youthful living; Ryan did good for the futurists and the rich.

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Time Magazine cover Feb. 11, 2011. Singularity in year 2045

In the world of singularity, thirty years down the road, man and machine will unify to create a new entity. Our knowledge and technology grow beyond imagination. Moore’s Law states that the number of transistors that can be placed inexpensively on an integrated circuit doubles approximately every two years. Perhaps in thirty years, we’ll have a humanoid with 6 implanted computers; one for regulating electrical energy for Parkinson’s patients, and a cochlear implant to hear, and a cardiac machine, and a silicon kidney and so forth. In the world of trans-humanism, we’ll be able to live (in thirty years)   to 150 years or forever. Redundancy will grow us a new heart from our own cells when we go into congestive heart failure with the old one. New liver cells are being grown in a lab as we speak and some dude in South Carolina is growing red meat in a test tube(no eyes, legs or tails, just the facts and meat cells) In Colorado, they’re teaching plants to detect explosives, perhaps by bending like a photo-tropism, if someone walks to an airport gate with explosives.

My son says, “The point being?”  A dystopian world of the future has people living to 150 but there is not enough food, clean water, energy, housing, coastline and beaches left. Climate change cuts away the coast lines. With singularity and trans-humanism, we can bring people to live to 150 years but the ‘Ryan-esque’ problem is we don’t have the resources for everyone; so remember the 400 richest Americans who hardly pay taxes(don’t tax the rich etc) and corporation executives and politicians; maybe only they’re allowed or can afford to live long. Ryan’s Medicare budget gets us in the mood.

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Another futuristic movie gives me ‘morning sickness;’ ‘Soylent Green’ stars the guy who parted the Red Sea for Cecil B. DeMille and deals with future food.  I won’t say much except watch it in the spirit of Congressman Paul Ryan’s budget and you’ll get the gist of what Ryan’s budget wants to begin to set us up for. His world is for the rich, powerful and untaxed. Far fetched? So was Gene Hackman’s comment in the movie ‘Hoosiers’ when he equates how far fetched something is in 1951 to landing a man on the moon. As my son also says, “Who cares?” Somebody who loves grandchildren, sunshine, Superman, sucking hard candy and the joys of getting a 10% senior citizen discount should care. I wanted to close now by saying ‘death and taxes’ are inevitable. Not for Ryan’s future rich people. Have a nice day.

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April 23, 2011

Be careful if you’re over 30. ‘Logan’s Run'(the movie) I still hate the NCAA. Earth Day 1970. Places you better visit soon. Alzheimer’s update. April 23, 2011

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A picture of a geometric me, near an old swimming hole, maybe in Alabama, with strange smoke stacks just behind, (I’ve never been to Alabama. ‘Easy Rider’ kept me away) just surfaced like one of those post traumatic stress eye floaters, which I keep following now, as it slowly lifts and drops across my field of vision. Barefoot, wearing an old Brooklyn Dodgers baseball cap, a weed of grass hanging from mouth, my feet kick at the opaque water until I’m satisfied that fish and potentially poisonous water snakes have vacated my territorial claims; I jump in, flinging the Dodger cap to a stranger on the shore before immersion.

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the way I feel at the swimming hole

 

The water feels good. “You’re a skinny minny,” the shore stranger calls out. And I wonder who wrote the ‘Book of Love’ and why Major League Baseball just stepped in to take over the Los Angeles Dodgers. Thrashing around a swimming hole, I’m not particularly in the mood to ponder another Soviet take over of one of our professional teams or anti-trust ramifications or courts (mc and otherwise).

Not to perseverate, but since I’m all wet, I might as well tell my readers, that I still hate the NCAA; a monopolistic body of strange invisible men, that rule over college athletes as if the kids are on a ‘plantation.’ I didn’t say this. A respected commentator, JW, said this on a recent cable sports show. See how impressionistic I am swimming around? When freshmen college basketball players come to the NCAA, they sign a contract giving the NCAA the right to use their images on clothing, games, posters and anything the NCAA chooses “forever and throughout the universe” without ever compensating the players, no matter how old they get.  Even the cool waters of an Auburn, Alabama swimming hole, doesn’t lower my internal thermometer; I’m still hotly enraged that the NCAA let a college basketball game (Rutgers versus St John’s in a Big East Tournament game. See April 1st and March 11th blogs) be ostensibly fixed, favoring St Johns, by three complicit referees and a league commissioner.

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basketball referees and a commissioner

The media is in bed with the NCAA, their meal ticket, so me thinks that’s why no one protested the obvious ‘fix’ very much. The NCAA system is so corrupt that one day it’ll get fixed by Congress or by the athletes themselves, who might finally decide to sit down at mid-court during the NCAA tournament and not play anymore. The ‘system’ doesn’t care about our athletes beginning with their college education and for example, continuing after the NFL, when so many ex-football players become ‘Broken Pros.’ Take a few minutes out and watch HBO and Bryant Gumbel’s ‘Real Sports’ segment about ‘Broken Pros.’

the last minute of Rutgers-St Johns game. A must watch

Bryant Gumbel Real Sports “Broken Pros” video

What are metaphors for?  A swimming hole has me almost drowning in a pond of cerebral input. Thrashing the murky water, I call out, “Help me, I’m melting.” I don’t want to get old. It’s a bad place to be with the likes of Congressman Paul Ryan wanting to pasteurize my generation and future ones by throwing us out to pasture without entitlements like Medicare and Social Security. Now hear this. A battleship just landed in the pond. A sailor threw me a preserver, imprinted with “S.S. Rational Independent Thinker.” No Virginia, there might be a Santa Claus and at this later stage of life’s cycle, I still don’t profess any political party affiliation.

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Congressman Paul Ryan

So if I’m picking on Paul Ryan, it’s because I like Ike and Kennedy and preservation causes and don’t like to see human potential abandoned to save budget dollars. So here it is folks. Me thinks there’s a water world of only young people under thirty surviving in a Paul Ryan-esque world.

So the congressman wants to fix Medicare. Does he know that some polls say up to 72% of Americans do not want to fix Medicare and he may be damning his party to a rocky road ice cream cone in 2012?(and that other Wisconsin elected dude who took away bargaining power). And I don’t think Mr. Trump will be running for anything. Jerry Seinfeld probably agrees with me after pulling out of attending Trump’s son’s charity fund raiser in Florida. So Ryan wants to give seniors a $15,000 Medicare voucher and once that’s gone, duh? On a recent ‘Bill Maher Real Time,’ Bill asked Michael Steele, former head of the Republican Party, what would happen to a human senior when Ryan’s Medicare program voucher money runs out, to which Mr. Steele said, “We don’t know.” Ah, to be a senior citizen in a new world order.

NCAAIn past blogs, I’ve discussed movies which scare me, like “On the Beach” or “They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?” Michael Sarrazin, one of the amazing stars just passed. That movie is eerily close to this Medicare blog segment. Hint. Now, the movie ‘Logan’s Run’ from 1976 is another scary crystal ball. Imagine a world when you turn thirty (21 in the novel), a palm crystal lights up, and it’s time to report to ‘Sleepshop’ where you are willingly executed. No one over thirty is alive. Nine years ago, I went to a niece’s 21st birthday party in Greenwich Village at Bowlmor Lanes. First ball thrown, I knocked down two pins, and then decided to grab my son and brother-in-law and explore the Village on foot. Wishing upon the first star I saw high above the rows of pricey brownstones, why couldn’t it be 1962, with sounds of early Bob Dylan echoing from nearby clubs. Six blocks from the sounds of pins hitting bowling balls, I observed to my sixteen year old son, there is no one walking around the Village that’s over thirty. My hand was glowing and stomach ached because I was in the world of Logan’s Run; because I was way over thirty and still alive. I took six shots and I was still alive. And I’m still alive now contemplating ‘Ryan’s Run,’ my new story of shortened life in the alabaster future.

There are over five million Alzheimer’s patients now with up to 20 million expected in several decades. Hey Ryan, that’s a lot of resources, funding and cut budget dollars to get ready for. Recently, they’ve simplified new guidelines that establish three distinct stages of Alzheimer’s disease. Pre-clinical dementia is more of a scientific description. There’s some biological or structural brain evidence that the Alzheimer’s process is under way, but the person’s not disabled and the family doesn’t notice any problem.  The second stage is mild cognitive impairment; someone has problems that don’t cause disability, but they’re evident enough that the patient and a family member really notice. Mild cognitive impairment progresses to dementia. The thrust here is to alert people that we need to diagnose the disease earlier. ‘Ryan’s Run’ is a futuristic (and contemporary) view that “Life is for the living, not the aging or infirmed” and “Let’s get them in for a few decades and then get them out; after all, we’re running out of money, water, energy and food.” Rummaging in my basement, I found a pair of old gloves, perfect for covering up my glowing palm, alerting Ryan’s gang that I’m too old to be a valuable contributor to society. More signs of the establishment not caring for human beings while I realized that nature here on earth has been making things right for 4 billion years and only 165,000 years for us sapiens:  It’s always money, ay Ryan? Here in Jersey, I recently read about a 61 year old man who is desperately worried about the care of his 35 year old autistic son when they are too old to take care of him or when they’re gone. The son is one of 4900 priority (because parents are older than 55) cases for housing and services in Jersey on an overall 8000 person waiting list (229 people got removed from the list this fiscal year). Of course the culprit is budget cuts. In addition to the people with developmental disabilities, there are 12,000 homeless people here in Jersey; 20,000 human beings in dire need in the Garden of Eden State.

Back in 1970, the first Earth Day, I was as old as my son is now and didn’t know what to do first; we had so many problems back then. In 1970, it was a great to be alive and involved; the environment, a war raging far away and its peace movement, civil rights unrest here in America. Interrupting my son this morning while he was playing a war themed video game, I regurgitated youthful memories of that Earth Day and realized that nothing has changed except exacerbation; a few wars now raging, terrorism, a rapidly deteriorating environment and civil rights issues still alive and well. With the institution of neighborhood schools growing, we have re-segregation all over. Nearly sixty-four percent of all new movies released have no speaking parts for women, only glimpses of their skin exposed. Environmentally, I won’t over do it now. The gulf oil spill was exactly a year ago: how we all forget. The media helps. Reading a newspaper (soon extinct?) the other day, there wasn’t one article about Japan and what’s happening now. I did read GM is making a car strictly for the China market and there are 19% more jobs (mostly techie) for college graduates.

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one of the first Earth Day posters 1970

 

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A brown gulf Pelican covered with BP's oil

Back to the gulf and good old BP. 49% of people last year supported offshore drilling. Now 69% want offshore drilling as gas will go to $6.00 a gallon by a mid summer nights dream. BP set aside $20 billion for gulf clean up. They’ve paid out $3.8 billion to date. Are strippers in New Orleans getting more payouts from BP than fishermen? And if you had a boat that was used in the cleanup and it got ruined by the oil, BP is not going to pay you. What really bothers is all the chemical dispersants they used; all that oil (200 million gallons) and jazz got broken up into infinite parts; it’s seeping into the cells of fish and animals affecting ability to reproduce. And 85% of oyster reefs were lost. And did I read that over 30 billion plastic bottles still get dumped into our landfills every year and it takes between 700 and 1000 years to decompose into nasty chemicals? Somewhere over the rainbow, a government will haul a company head into court and make him/her responsible for deaths incurred by negligence and send them to right to jail. Eleven people died when that rig exploded in the gulf.

For the last few years I’ve felt we’re in this race between technology and knowledge gifting us unlimited life extension versus the deterioration/habitability of earth’s environment. I heard futurist, astro-physicist, genius Dr. Michio Kaku say the same thing recently; that race is on. In the meantime as global climate changes, maybe some brave, caring souls ought to take in the sights before it’s too late. Here’s a list of places to see before. Wadden Sea in Denmark. Congo Basin in Congo; deforestation will take away half of the rain forest. Ganges Delta, India; parts of this delta will permanently flood.

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Mississippi delta

Big Sur, California; fires and subsequent flooding also threaten the region’s fragile access roads and infrastructure. Mergui Islands, Mynamar; within 30 years, scientists fear Asia will lose 30% of its coral reefs. Mississippi River Delta; more severe storms.

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NYC Battery

Yangtze River, China(this really scares me); China accounts for about a third of the world’s rice production. Roughly 500 million people depend on the river for fresh water. Due to the diminishing of the Tibetan glaciers, the flow of the once mighty Yangtze is dwindling. The Battery, New York City; according to the worse-case scenario, extreme events may occur every four years by 2080, with floods raising water levels by 11-14 feet and paralyzing the whole Manhattan infrastructure.

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Tuvalu, Pacific Ocean

Tuvalu, Pacific Ocean; a country of only 10 square miles and 12,000 people and coupled with the expected rise in global sea levels, the entire nation could ultimately become submerged.

This has become a stressful blog. I didn’t mean it. Yes, I did. The good news for me as I wrap this up, an exercise bike and 90 budgeted riding minutes is in my future. Why good news you ask? Exercise may prevent stress on telomeres, the protective caps on the ends of chromosomes that are a measure of cell age and cellular health. Elizabeth Blackburn, from the University of California/San Francisco (UCSF), and colleagues report, that while psychological stress leads to shorter telomeres, exercise may prevent this damage. So get yourself a bike or take a walk in the sun and eat some raisins. A while back I met a neat man in his nineties; vital, funny, cerebral, mobile and not hostile but warm, endearing and enriching lives. I’m glad Ryan doesn’t get his hands on our seniors today. The old man’s aide’s cell phone rang; her daughter, an executive from ‘Fiddler on the Roof’ country, called to say hello and so I thought, “What a small world after all.” The other night, I verbally went one on one with my NYU law school nephew on entitlements like Medicare. He didn’t care. He asked why I did; after all, I’m over 55 and not affected. And I said, “I came out of the sixties when we all grew up caring and it’s in my telomeres.” And he said, “what?” And I hugged him and jumped into my American car to head back to Jersey over the Verrazano Bridge with its $13.00 toll for passage over.

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April 15, 2011

Wildest Dreams (nightmares?) Peak Oil. Peak Rock Music. Rachel Maddow at Rutgers. Sleep all you air traffic controllers. Passages. April 15, 2011

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A few nights ago, I had the strangest wildest dreams (plural). First there was a dinner in a cabin with three thirty year racquetball buddies near the Atlantic Ocean. Some years ago, our weekly game in Woodbridge evolved into a seasonal game at each vernal equinox; therefore four times a year. Then, after the gang suffered age related degenerative annoying injuries and responsibilities of family and gardening chores tore up the racquetball playing calendar, we agreed to meet monthly to feed faces instead of cardio-vascular pursuits. We’ll never go back to playing; a distant aching memory of a smooth blue rubber ball (blue men tee shirt group we were) pounding four walls and some of us diving on the shellac wood floor to intercept the ball before it terminated at two bounces. A downstairs mirror once talked to me on a cold snowy morning. “Dorian, you’re not aging, but your racquetball partners are. Welcome to the world of passages. Smile and find ways to adapt and move forward.”  ‘Passages’ so I thought were for stages in life. Then over dinner, one racquetball guy announced he’ll be a grandfather in the fall and another said his daughter is getting married and I chimed in, “My son and I watched ‘The Matrix’ last night.” By the way, a wonderful mind expansive movie. And I got it without help from my 25 year old son.

Peak Oil No passages for me; just a wise mirror in a downstairs bathroom. Us guys shook hands and said, “Next month.”  On the drive home through drizzle rain and dark sky, I drifted away from my central Jersey surroundings. No cars were on the roads I travelled; no lights in any of the farm houses and small general stores I passed; no people or signs of human life; no hitchhikers; no garbage cans waiting for pick-up; no nothing but abstract shadows and trees bending in the wind. I was really alone. George Washington slept near where I was. Suddenly, a headless horseman jumped a fence and disappeared into a field of growth; did it wave at me; it was hard to see in the dark. Time passed and still no humans or lights. What if I was the last person left on Earth? What if I were ‘On the Beach’ waving goodbye to Ava Gardner and Gregory Peck?  What did I think of in the middle of Kansas; all the king’s men and all the air traffic controllers (5 of them now?) who fell asleep alone on the job while planes with humans aboard fend for themselves? No wonder why I love buses and long distance runners.

Peak Oil Henry Krakowski, who oversaw the air traffic control system, just resigned from the FAA. He was responsible for operations, planning and maintenance of the air traffic control system; the resignation comes after a series of high-profile embarrassments in several states and Washington, D.C., where controllers have fallen asleep while working overnight shifts. At least five controllers have been suspended in recent months, and the agency has moved to increase the late staffing from one person to two. Oh wow, could it be budget cuts that made them go with just one air traffic controller at night? I must look into getting one of those bus passes for perpetuity. Back to my wildest dreams; I’m back on busy Route 9 with its plethora of sodium and fast food palaces. Soon, I’m in a dark bedroom; just the cable box clock telling me its 4:44 AM. I call out names and no one answers. Am I alone again? Am I awake? No one really could foresee a nuclear war over there. But it happened. We helped by giving money and looking in different directions. Appeasement at Munich happened. Now hundreds of millions of people are affected. No one thought it would happen. It just did.

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the Hindenburg disaster at Lakehurst NJ

   “Oh the humanity,” I whispered thinking about Herbert Morrison’s famous radio commentary of the May 1937 Hindenburg Disaster which took place just down the road from me at Lakehurst.  I almost woke up. But I was stuck sitting around a campfire with a group of NASCAR guys talking about a recent relevant North Carolina race. I was out of body but almost awake; resolved to avoid extra raisins in my midnight bowl of bran flakes with added packet of artificial sweetener (real poison). Then I thought I was awake but not; still stuck in the mud trying to escape the cops in my late Model T. GEe, I wonder how a mammoth company gets away with making billions of profit and paying no corporate taxes. The clock on the cable box still reads 4:44 AM. I’m climbing a small mountain in Essex County and a man is chasing me with a menacing stick. He looks like Scott Walker, governor of Wisconsin, except this stick man has a tiny moustache and military boots that pass over his wounded knees. I see a bright light now and I think it’s a good light. A long line of people, dressed in white togas (I hear John Belushi yelling, “toga”) are waiting for hours for a glass of orange juice and a round cracker. The sun is so bright I squinted.

Peak Oil Now I’m a cop in Los Angeles and was just informed that Lenny Bruce bought bad heroin so I hopped in my squad car and saved him before it was too late. Nearing the end of this wildest dream (nightmare if you’re so disposed) is rapid eye movement stage, where I’m in Washington at a secret meeting; the gang is laughing uncontrollably about the imaginary American oil crisis. Then I jumped up and got out of bed (this really happened) and started outlining a story about the gang at the secret oil meeting. The story even had a title, borrowed from an old street in Princeton. Wouldn’t it be great if I had a long colored pencil that I could just reach up and draw or write on the ceiling instead of jumping out of bed? Wouldn’t it be lovely if some of these dreams came true and some didn’t?  A perfect segue to ‘Peak Oil.’

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peak oil chart

 A long time ago, as in a fairy tale, when I jumped out of bed after a wildest dream, I began to write and research the world of oil. I’m clueless where the inspiration came from but it was there. I honestly don’t know how a central Jersey, former Newark guy, comes to the world of oil; don’t even use oil when I put vinegar in my salad. Maybe the universe brought me to the oil. The Hubbert Peak for World Oil says oil is a finite resource. There are basic laws which describe the depletion of any finite resource. Production starts at zero and rises to a peak which can never be surpassed. Once the peak is passed, production declines until oil is depleted. These simple rules were described in the 1950’s (when my ‘dream’ gang met in secret) by Dr. M. King Hubbert, whose graph predicted that oil production would “peak” in 1970, and that it would taper off from there until 2050, when we would have used up all the oil that ever was. I love all the debates whether the ‘peak’ is true or not.(maybe the same gang that insists global warming is fiction) However the good old Energy Information Administration of the U.S. Department of Energy estimates that we have 1.28 trillion barrels of proven oil reserves worldwide, more than ever before in human history, despite decades of increased usage.

At the World Petroleum Congress held in Johannesburg last September, another old friend, ExxonMobil admitted that world oil resources are so huge that they cannot be fully estimated. ExxonMobil offered their best guess (cackling all the way to the future bank); estimating the level of conventional oil reserves today between 6 and 8 trillion barrels, plus an additional 3 trillion barrels in oil shale deposits (Hooray for Canada and Hollywood). This doesn’t sound like we’re going to run out of oil anytime near soon. However, we consume about 4 barrels of oil for every one barrel that’s found today. This cannot continue forever. Plain logic is that production and consumption have to decline in the very near future.

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Gilda Radner

 From Gilda Radner’s ‘Saturday Night Live’ character, Roseanne Roseannadanna:  “It’s always something–if it ain’t one thing, it’s another,” which puts all this oil rhetoric in perspective. I miss Gilda Radner an awful lot. I’d love to say, “Nevermind” to all this oil talk. What happens to me here in central Jersey if peak oil is real?  I saw a sign on my local ExxonMobil station yesterday; $3.59 a gallon and rising. I think there are 157 different conspiracy tainted theories with respect to oil and reserves. Please watch the following Youtube video on Peak Oil (10 minutes long). The chart pokes fun at the correlation of diminished American oil and rock music production and was created by Mark Lee, a bureaucrat, a blogger, and a rocker.

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American Rock Music and Oil Chart thanks to Mark Lee

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(PEAK OIL VIDEO  10 minutes)

Wednesday morning I got up at 6AM, showered and dressed for rain showers and left the house at 6:30AM, arriving at Rutgers University at 7AM. Two deep breaths to ameliorate the drizzle of the rain, and I walked from a parking lot to a small line of seven people waiting outside Nicholas Music Center and the eventual Eagleton Institute program

“A Conversation with Rachel Maddow.” There was another wildest dream; I was back in college, getting up at dawn and waiting in line to hear the UN delegate from South Vietnam talk about the impending crisis in Southeast Asia. By 8:30 AM, the line snaked around the building and the doors opened to airport security screening. I looked to see if a little girl would be subjected to a body search. No little girls, mostly students of American government. Jesse Ventura is on the warpath (law suit) with body searches at airports. Did I tell you all how much I love bus travel and getting up 6AM; a guarantee of first row seating.

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Rachel Maddow

 At 9:30 Rachel Maddow sat down for a conversation with Ruth Mandel from Eagleton Institute. Now, I don’t profess any political party affiliations; I always seek out reason, rationality, practicality and humanity. It was quite refreshing to listen to Rachel’s soaring intellect, humor and levitating liberalism. Yes, I was mesmerized and that happens rarely. She was worth the 6 AM rising of the soul.  Knowledge is good. What I really love these days of imagined pulchritude is shoving as much knowledge and information into the old brain; a healthy undertaking is to learn and be motivated. Rachel Maddow has a new loyal listener at 9 PM and at midnight for a second dose. She even wondrously scared me by reinforcing one of my wildest dreams as hers also (not for discussion now). What a gift to live near a major University! Wednesday night I returned to the lecture circuit; a local Chiropractor talked about toxic burdens; bad chemicals which accumulate in the body from the environment and food. I took his survey and because I’ve had no red meat since 1975 and have been environmentally aware (bad fish and bad plastics in microwaves), I have virtually no symptoms of toxic chemicals but am thinking of doing an internal body cleansing of some type. Remember, I do work at living to 150 and still playing meaningful doubles tennis.

 I often listen to Dr. King’s “I have a dream” speech from August 28, 1963 (thanks Youtube). I should’ve been there live; the fact that I wasn’t has haunted and motivated me to jump into the rabbit hole of life ever since. Sometimes you can’t get to where you’re supposed to be without tripping around the passages of the past.

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Walter Breuning, oldest man in the world

 The world’s oldest man, Walter Bruening died yesterday in Montana (where I dream of going one Christmas Eve) at 114 years old. Here are some of his keys to long life: Embrace change, even when the change slaps you in the face. Eat two meals a day (“That’s all you need.”) Work as long as you can (“That money’s going to come in handy.”) Help others. Accept death. “We’re going to die. Some people are scared of dying. Never be afraid to die. Because you’re born to die,” he said. ABC canceled two of its three soap operas on Thursday, consigning “One Life to Live” and “All My Children” and Susan Lucci, daytime’s most famous actress, to television historical passages.

 And the human race is slowing down. When the U.S. space shuttle completes its final flight in June, mankind will take another step back from its top speed. Space shuttles are the fastest reusable manned vehicles ever built. The shuttles’ retirement follows the grounding over recent years of ultrafast people carriers, including the supersonic Concorde and the speedier SR-71 Blackbird spy plane. With nothing ready to replace them, our species is decelerating, perhaps for the first time in history.

My dreams are not decelerating. An accountant, who hardly knows me, said a few weeks ago that I dream too much. If he only knew that my dreams are wild, plentiful, and confusingly energizing. I never dreamt of being an author, bloggist, centenarian or knowing that an angel has been hanging around me since I crossed the canal. Here’s a link below to a ‘Moody Blues’ song called “Wildest Dreams.” As long as I can feel warm sunshine on my face, I’ll keep dreaming creatively and wildly. I dreamt a few weeks ago, I’d be invited to Kate and William’s wedding in London because I’m an ‘up and coming’ novelist, bloggist and I love England. Then I found out this morning that the men’s shoes you need to wear cost $4000/pair. Now I’m going to round up the usual suspects and have a nice day.Peak Oil‘Wildest Dreams’ The Moody Blues:

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April 8, 2011

Food Fight. Small NY City Spaces. Looking down on Earth from High. Abuse of Social networking; Should all the old acquaintance (NY’s eve song) Jersey Shore Summer Dreams. Sodium. ‘Sound of Music.’ Nuke plants. April 8, 2011

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Sometimes, being a weekly bloggist, I approach a self-imposed deadline by being clueless as to subject matter on the morning of the writing, like right now for example. Calmly, unperturbed with resolve and confidence, I open a yogurt, spoon a few mouthfuls and stare at my desktop wallpaper; the view from a ferry boat on a waterway deep in the heart of Alaska. Then suddenly last summer, the blog miraculously takes form and substance.  Confidence makes me feel as if I could personally make/sew a set of summer play clothes from the drapes of Roth for the seven precocious Von Trapp children. By the way, historically, there were ten Von Trapp children, not seven and Maria married the Captain eleven years before the Nazi takeover of Austria, not just before. The hopeless romantic that I am makes me believe Maria and the Captain fell in love.

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The real Maria recounts loving the children and liking the Captain and said, “…so in a way I really married the children.” When the ‘Sound of Music’ opened in 1965, I took a bevy of first dates to see the movie; it was long with an intermission and I got inspired when the family escaped by climbing the Alps at the end. When I took my dates home, after a California burger (I was still eating meat back then) all was still well angel with the world as they rushed in the house and slammed the door. Only now do I realize that perhaps going to see an underground or artsy movie would’ve been more impressive than Julie Andrew’s Maria. Well, now I know what to do with this blog.

One of those first dates was with a girl, Penelope. I was enamored but she was having an affair with a married pediatrician so we just hung out for two years as friends at a ‘Central Perk’ called the Claremont Diner. Finally I moved on after she stood me up to meet ‘him’ but always wondered about her. Lately, I’ve been using the tools of social networking and Google to satiate curiosity. I found that her sister is geographically close by, but strangely, Penelope was not on her sister’s Facebook friends list. Forty years is a long time.

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This scenario reminds me of the last scene in ‘Marjorie Morningstar’ with Natalie Wood and Gene Kelly. I wish I could dance like Noel Airman. I think I’ll just get on the bus and leave Noel Airman to fond memories and a Youtube New Year’s Eve song. Suggestion: if it rains on Sunday go to Blockbuster and rent ‘Marjorie Morningstar.’ Oh but, Blockbusters are all falling down.

For some reason, most of the aforementioned first dates lived down the Jersey shore during that turbulent summer of 1965.  And the Jersey Shore has nothing to do with the reality TV show and ‘Snooki’ who was paid to speak last week at Rutgers University (from student funds) and made national headlines because of the amount paid. I suppose being in the media capital fish bowl of the world thrusts Rutgers into the headlight beam for everything; I wish they’d illuminate North Dakota State University once in a while; after all, there’s an awful lot of oil in them there black hills. And North Dakota has the lowest unemployment and the fourth lowest foreclosure rate.

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pix of Belmar NJ with my jetty just beyond the pier

As far back as I can remember, (Eisenhower was President) the Jersey shore has been part of my life. I probably was conceived at the old Buena Vista Hotel in Belmar. When I was ten, my parents rented a bungalow in Belmar during August. Some of the best memories were of wide sandy beaches, amusement pinball palaces and boardwalks at Asbury Park and Bradley Beach. The jetty at Shark River was where I learned to dream about the world and my place in it; the jetty was part of my spiritual journey as evidenced in the novel I wrote.  A dream surfaces every year about this time; to find that perfect ten bedroom summer rental with a backyard hammock a block from the beach. I haven’t fulfilled it yet, so I keep dreaming. But there are always day trips with hideouts and secret parking places near the beach.

Last night I went back to school at Rutgers University’s Douglas Campus Center to hear Dr. Richard Besser, ABC News’ chief health and medical editor, talk about “Preparedness, Pandemic and Political Change.’  The lecture was part of Eagleton Institute’s ‘It’s all Politics’ series. Somehow, being in a room with several hundred real students of American Government forces cerebral and toe blood flow which means I was alert and responsive. Dr. Besser was a magnetic speaker, recanting professional experiences at the CDC and afterwards. Bravely, at the question and answer segment, I got up, nervously tripped a bit while walking to the microphone and asked a question about the epidemic in a few decades where 50% of all Americans(not sports related) will be either pre-diabetic or diabetic. Dr Besser agreed and said “it’s a scary thought.” Being with so many Rutgers students and feeling I’m back home again (Thomas Wolfe) I told the assembled that when I was a student at Rutgers back in the mid-sixties, studying Pharmacology, and knowing that all four grandparents had diabetes and four guns were pointed at my forehead, I decided that I’d never be in the mood to get diabetes. So I have lived my life these four decades to prevent it, through exercise, supplements, diet and a fierce determination. The kids applauded me when I attributed my knowledge to a Rutgers education.

Now segue to Food Fight, diet and things which pass through the oral cavity. On Wednesday I read about several New Jersey women suing Campbell soups for labeling cans of tomato soup “low sodium” when they actually have the same sodium content as regular tomato soup, 480mg/serving. And of course the “low sodium” is more expensive. Salt is needed for canned goods (go read labels) increased shelf life. That’s why you keep ‘cans’ of food in your basement bomb shelter; long shelf life because they’re loaded with sodium.

Jersey Shore One of my blog missions is to expose evil company pursuits of profit (and taste) over human lives. Remember Scrooge’s ‘decrease the surface population?’ I love when companies label candy (like licorice) as ‘no fat’ when it has enough sugar to wipe out your pancreas over time. Back to the salt mines. Most of us consume 3400mg of sodium a day (and 95% of it does NOT come from the home salt shaker) so therefore most comes from restaurants and supermarkets. We should be at 1500mg of sodium/day. Humans are a cheap renewable resource although some European countries birth rate is so low, in time they could disappear (scary isn’t it?) Let’s tip toe through restaurant company’s tulips. If you go to Ruby Tuesday and order Mediterranean Shrimp Pasta you do almost 4000mg of sodium (which is like 11 large orders of McDonalds fries) Next up: Applebee’s Weight Watchers Chipotle Lime Chicken is billed as a ‘Healthy Entree.’ It has 4990 mg of sodium (that’s the sodium equivalent of 31 servings of Ruffles potato chips) In the mood for Chinese food and P.F. Chang’s Double Pan-Fried Noodles with Pork? This will cost you 7990 mg of sodium (equivalent to 263 Triscuit crackers/ more than 4 boxes).Oh, Chang’s bowl of Hot and Sour soup will cost you 5000mg of sodium. Imagine having both in a row. Hypertensive heaven. You don’t send me flowers anymore.

Jersey Shore More food fights. I love fruits and veggies. I eat no red meat. I love crunchy celery. Research showed that a single celery stalk had 13 pesticides, while, on the whole, celery contained as many as 67 pesticides. It has no protective skin. Peaches are laced with 67 different chemicals, placing it second on the list of most contaminated fruits and vegetables. They have soft fuzzy skin, easily susceptible, causing them to be sprayed more frequently. Grapes have thin skins (like some people trying to shutdown our government), allowing for easy absorption of pesticides. And think twice before buying imported wine. The grapes that go into the wine could be coming from vineyards that use too many pesticides. Where do you go and run and hide? Find a cabin at the foot of Mt. McKinley and call it ‘La Hermitage.’

Changing pace a bit, remembering I love white water rafting through streams of consciousness which means I just go with whatever is in my high chair tray like sweet green peas rolling side to side after pounding the tray for more Maypo. Who ate the 1953 cereal? Who remembers it? I want to be your friend. At the end of ‘Ghostbusters,’ Winston Zeddmore says about New York City, “I love this town!” I love anecdotes and antidotes. I recently read about a young woman, Ms.Cohen, an author and professional organizer, who lives in a 90 square foot apartment near Lincoln Center and Central Park. Talk about marveling over spatial economy, utilization of every inch, frugal living and paying just $700/month to live in a part of town where rents average $3,600 per month. I love this city.

Jersey ShoreJersey Shore I also had no idea (none of us did) how much hot dog vendors pay for the license to have a push cart around Central Park. Some lucky vendors pay the city $176,925/year for the right to hawk snacks and sodas at the northwest corner of East 60th Street and Fifth Avenue. The Parks Department rented out the pricey park property to about 40 pushcart vendors in and around Central Park last year, though the number of carts changes as contracts renew and expire, a Parks Department spokesman said. Should I say if I come back, I want to be a vendor around Central Perk Park?

I love when generals are in helicopters looking down on the battlefield to get a perspective. If Roman generals only had a helicopter brought in from back to the future, they would’ve conquered so much more. My friend Ruth from out west, with special powers, saw me as a Roman warrior before I was a Native-American, fishing and hunting in the virginal woods near the Jersey shore. Right now I’m high up, looking down in my own version of a helicopter (I’d never ever go in one). Mexico just had an earthquake. So did Japan again yesterday (7.1) A piece of space junk almost crashed into three astronauts working on the International space station. I’m glad the Arab League asked ‘the world community’ for the first time to help out in Libya but I wish we knew more about the rebels. I do come from the time when Fidel Castro was a supported rebel. Is it Libya’s large oil reserves which prompt intervention? Of course I wonder how we can ‘legally’ be involved in Libya, Afghanistan and Iraq when the Constitution clearly states only Congress can wage war. Why isn’t more being done in the Ivory Coast now? I guess they have no oil reserves? Differences in political orientation are tied to differences in the structures of our brains, University College of London researchers have found. Individuals who call themselves liberal tend to have a larger anterior cortex, while those who call themselves conservative have a larger amygdala, the researchers say. This is consistent with reports showing a greater ability of liberals to cope with conflicting information and a greater ability of conservatives to recognize a threat. Funny thing, I don’t know what I am; maybe just an earthling caring about the earth more than tea, teacher’s tenure, topical anesthetics and tender meat. We don’t hear a heck of a lot about Japan these days. Toyota is going back to making cars for a two week period and then because of a shortage of parts, they’ll stop again. Traces of radiation are now in the milk and seaweed out on west coast. I’m attaching a map of all our nuclear plant locations. If you’re like me you’ve got a few nuke plants that are real close. However there are no nukes in good old North Dakota and only a few in earthquake prone California(smart).

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Looking down at Earth from High. I’ve been in a funk these days of turmoil, disaster, revolt, change and governmental shutdown. Best way to describe; it’s a sunny day, not a cloud in the sky but everything is dull. I’ve been going to New York to meditate, riding the exercise bike voraciously, contemplating several busts of Homer, exploring recesses of the universal abscess and beseeching spirits to get me ‘there’ already. What’s it all about, Alfie? I’m High (up) in age and see things in a different light and color. All erratic molecules are coming back to the nucleus. I can see clearly now. Too bad you have to wait all those years to get High in age and understanding. Yesterday the Governor of New Jersey issued a proclamation making a five year old boy, the Governor for the day, thanks to a Youtube video. I think being this High(up in age) right now, maybe it’s time to find a cabin in North Dakota, leave the Garden State, kick off my shoes, dangle my toes in a cool pond, and think about the line from the movie ‘Network,’ “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore.” Or better, perhaps a line from ‘Meatballs, “It just doesn’t matter.”  I like the ‘Meatballs’ line better. I think most of us do.

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