Now initially you might think you don't need or even want to know about
butyrate (ˈbjuːtɪˌreɪt) noun,
any salt or ester of butyric acid, containing the monovalent group C3H7COO- or ion C3H7COO–, and when you then bumped into this, having first found out it is in butter, you might well panic:
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Clear plastic screwdriver handles are usually made from cellulose acetate butyrate, a material developed in the 1930s.
— Roy Berendsohn, Popular Mechanics, "Why Do My Old Plastic Screwdriver Handles Stink?," 8 Oct. 2017
But then you would realize that lately it has had a great rise in reputation and helps maintain your biodome and aids in the production of key neurotransmitters that help both our gut and our brains to work. Apparently we make it when bacteria in our bellies ferment high fibre carbohydrates, but it is also, and here is the punchline, found in butter! The highest food source for it. I am relieved, and think I will just butter up everything!
At least these verbose scientist think so:
The neuropharmacology of butyrate: The bread and butter of the microbiota-gut-brain axis?
A bit of a weird walk to get there, but for bog it is awesome:
where the heck are you Xty? yes, it really has been a weird walk, and long, but i’m here now. (or there)
I’m staying with my eldest who lives in a suburb of St. John’s and it is new and they just blow up the world’s oldest rock and plow their way into the bog – but the builders just leave the place a mess – urban planning is not a strong suit, and there are no parks or paths near by. So down the street from where I am there is a main road with a space where they didn’t build anything on the far side and you can almost get in by the hydro lines and then there is this other really odd “road” where it looks like someone went through with a giant macerator – I did see some trees that had been cut, but mostly looks like this:
I feel like a conspicuous moron as I cross the no mans’ land to get there – no one walks, all car traffic and this hooded mum heading into the tundra … but it is beautiful and smells amazing. Incredible rocks everywhere and they have been broken up and disturbed so it is fascinating. Purple, green – stunning colours.
And a rock within a rock that I am very interested in:
i believe that the green rock is jasper, and the split one is chert. both are good for striking steel for a spark. they both also are decent for knapping. so if you get lost in those woods, your situation is not hopeless. but you will need to find some dry tinder or you will be eating your rabbit raw. 🙂
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knapping
http://www.artofmanliness.com/2011/01/05/traditional-firestarting-part-i-how-to-make-fire-with-flint-and-steel/
Everyone is broken and life is hard
Yes to accepting that life is difficult. And not fair. And that there are not necessarily causes for things exactly – a gene that does or doesn’t express, luck of the draw with parents and where you are born. It is so hard to accept that people who disagree with one believe what they are saying and aren’t idiots. [They often are idiots, but they still believe what they believe and it has usually been re-enforced through years of living in proximity with people who have common beliefs.]
And good morning – just, as it is an hour and a half later in Newfoundland.
some jasper colors…
Indian Paint Stone
delicious dessert bars to go with the tunes…
watching cowboys vs. eagles. what happened to the pack?
critics say she can’t sing, but i’ve always liked her stuff.
hi/love to all.
so we made five different kinds of tamale. a standard pork, a standard chicken, a Oaxacan style, which had chicken, corn, zucchini, green olives, and shredded cheese, and a banana leaf wrapper instead of corn husk. the two different types are pictured. also made a veggie with spinach and mushrooms, and a veggie Oaxacan. yummy. a Salvation Army unit, as well as a VFW post will host a Mexican dinner this week. oh, and my wife and i goofed up twenty or so to take home.
yep life is odd. really like ricki lee, thanks Woodpecker. almost forgot; rat dog is bob weirs band,..on this.
i swear. there was a different copy of this w/an awesome slide show…Pete unable to find. a gentle tune.
And good morning again. Managed to get back to sleep this morning through a miracle of will-power. Nice to feel groggy.
But going to NFLD reversed the time change for me, so it will be interesting when I go home.