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?
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songs involving fools
encore
une fois
crack open a bottle of Riesling and let the good times roll
rainy day comfort food… and shut it right there, because i’m not just being lazy. she specifically asked for me to make rice crispie treats.
I always liked the ad where the mum dusted herself with flour before presenting the stickies as we call them. Almost bought red and green rice krispies the other day.
do you mean they are called stickies by Canadians or just by your family?
here is some rainy day computer art to go with the songs.
I really don’t know … I will enquire.
That painting looks like my brain feels.
wake up, it’s Monday.
Sleep Deprivation & Your Brain
fwiw, I slept great last night. Best in a while.
Well I am glad to hear that as that was not the case chez moi, but I think I have some sort of belly thing maybe because things are vastly unsettled down there and have been for a few days, nobody ever finds anything wrong with me so I kind of give up. Maybe it is vertigo but now my head is spinning from gravol and the letters are doing their dancing thing. And then I fell asleep from 4 until 8:30, so maybe there is hope. But it messed up my early morning peaceful tea and fixing up the blog so it will be all nice and shiny, and so here it is a little dusty. And with an obviously scrambled brain having just reread that. Ginger ale is my pal this morning.
a birds eye view (2nd floor porch). songs about snow are now acceptable. i do think winter is here and a tad early this year.
i am still working on the color version, but in consideration of mental states, it will be muted.
i did not know this…
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dimenhydrinate#Recreational_use
by the way, there is intentional spin in the animated computer painting above. it isn’t your imagination at all.
Not too early for this one? And no, I’m not married to all the vintage versions. This one brought to you by one of the true talents of the current crop of pop princesses.
Heads up, Trader Dan is transitioning to a paid site. If you care, see his blog today.
Speaking of “recreational use”, we are starting to accumulate a supply of Tramadol, leftover from various dog surgeries. Anybody know if it’s good for anything? Or just another way to mess yourself up?
Russ Roberts fans should know he has a book out, based on that Adam Smith thing that was discussed here a while back. Here’s a review. If you don’t get access to the FT, just sign up, it’s free and they have a lot of good stuff.
http://www.ft.com/intl/cms/s/0/25389abe-70a2-11e4-9129-00144feabdc0.html#axzz3K0sLNUjs
the Trader Dan news comes as a surprise to me. i really wonder if he has enough of a following to make it worthwhile. as his site is now, free, he can take a break from it when ever he wants. will he make enough to go to work everyday? also, i believe that many of his lurkers, even some of his commenters (like me) don’t trade – i never really considered myself much of a trader even before i lost all my money, after joining the gold bug cult. guys like me still like the point of view, but not enough to pay. also, i have never really found much of Dan’s content actionable. i expect though that would have to change on his payside.
i may comment over there later. i will be busy this week, and also distracted by more important things, as you know.
not familiar with Tramadol, but we filled a scrip for some serious pain meds this week. whatever isn’t used goes into the survival kit.
i should take another picture. it is even whiter here now.
I’m undecided about Dan’s. In terms of actionable investment info, no. Not much for me either. In reality, his message and methods are so similar in core approach to my own (Don’t Fight The Tape) that he really can’t offer me much that I don’t already have. In fact, I think my own methods are both simpler and better (and simpler IS better), but that’s neither here nor there.
I went there and supported him because he was a point man in the battle against goldbug/doomsday idealogues, and that is undeniably a good thing, plus it was a free platform for me to pile on and twist the knife now and then myself, knowing full well that many a Turdite was an occasional reader. That may all now be ending. Not sure I want to pay to rant, especially because the intended reader probably won’t be there paying to read either. If it’s all over, that’s not a bad thing. For me, or the world at large.
Probably check out the free month, and go from there.
YEs, it’s a sloppy mess out there. I’m walking down to the auto shop shortly, to pick up my Outback after the last couple of tweaks it needed for precisely this sort of weather. Winter is here, and three Subarus in the garage (OK, one in the driveway) and ready for anything. And…living within walking distance of an auto shop that you trust is a huge quality of life thing. 💡
And with that, I might was well put the tune on…. 😎
OK, maybe one more…
Beginning to feel human …
Some hockey stuff.
http://sports.yahoo.com/blogs/nhl-puck-daddy/milan-lucic-has-become-a-punchline-211119715.html
Been a craaaaazy day, mostly self inflicted, but that don’t make it any less real.
EO, as a Dad, always liked that Subaru thing about the daughter. Too bad memory fails me now, I was trying to find a couple of songs that were concurrent and special to me at the time- one mentioned a 17 y.o., the other an 8 y.o. I had both then, but that was 19 years ago. Time passes, old memories fade. Granddaughters make new ones.
The good news is, I had a chance to take my Outback out spinning around in some slushy, icy, shitty snow, and it was AMAZING!
I’ve been worried about whether I’d be giving up anything when my old Dog Car (manual trans) died. Um….no…I’m fine. My new one (OK, not really new, 14 years old ) will be just fine.
Here’s where I should put another Subaru vid, but I don’t have one handy. More interested in drinking songs right now…
“ONe big love” made me think of molly and the heymakers…
Sauna is hot. Gotta go.
OK, one quicky, from a great wisconsin bar band that never quite made it.
I’ll be back in about 40 mins.
This was the record I played while in the sauna. Yeah, I’m sort of a sick bastard. But hey, it was in High Fidelity! And yeah, let it play, it’s the whole damn thing.
I grew up with this record. I picked it out of the rubble after my folks’ house(and the one I grew up in) got creamed by the tornado in 1992.
Breaking news. Killer Cop walks. Same old, same old.
http://www.marketwatch.com/story/ferguson-grand-jury-fails-to-indict-officer-darren-wilson-2014-11-24
Your house got destroyed by a tornado? How can this just casually be coming out now? At least you saved the beer drinking record, so clearly the most valuable thing was rescued but how about the people? Where were you?
Heavens to murgatroid we better just get all our traumas out!
FFS, I just typed a ton, and hit the wrong button, and poof gone.
Will try again later.
So, June of 1992 our house that my parents had since 1968 was destroyed by a tornado. I was at my own house a few miles away. My parents were on vacation out on the west coast. My brother was there, being in between apartments at the time. He made it to the basement just in time. Everything he owned was in a trailer in the garage and pretty much blew away. Someone found one of his cancelled checks in their yard a couple of hours northeast of here.
The roof was gone, and much of the outer walls. A lot of stuff gone or wrecked, but other stuff oddly just sitting there like nothing had happened. Everything soaking wet. Fiberglass insulation in everything, and I mean everything. Like inside of picture frames, you name it.
The whole family and friends chipped in to help clean up and salvage what we could, and then we hired a crew to sort of finish the demolition and tarp over the subfloor. That’s what my folks came home to.
Emotions run high. You find a coffee cup in the yard, not too badly chipped, and you just cling to it like you just found the crown jewels, and start to cry. You just get numb after a while.
Three cars wrecked. My dad’s pride and joy 18 foot Lund walleye fishing boat wrecked. One canoe wrapped around a tree like tin foil, the other canoe just gone, never found. 17 foot aluminum canoes.
Mrs. O was travelling for work when it hit, and looked up at the TV at the Atlanta airport and saw me on CNN carrying the TV out of the house. She freaked.
Our whole neighborhood looked like a bomb went off. You might find part of your house in your neighbors yard, or you might not. At the town hall they set up an exchange where you could bring stuff you found, and look for stuff of yours. 50 homes? 100 homes? I don’t remember how many. Here’s a clip from Wikipedia:
On June 17, 1992 an F3 tornado destroyed several dozen homes and injured several people in Waubesa Heights, a nearby housing development in the Town of Dunn, in the McFarland School District. At $18.0 million in damage this was the third costliest tornado in Wisconsin’s history behind the Oakfield and Barneveld F5’s.[2]
My folks had to rent a place for about a year while their house was rebuilt. Their insurance company treated them well, but some of our neighbors had nothing but trouble from theirs.
The Salvation Army had a little stand set up with free soda and hot dogs right in our back yard for weeks, long after everybody else had left. I never forgot that. They are religious kooks, but I still send them a few bucks now and then.
My sister and I each had our basements full of furniture and boxes of all our parents stuff. Every time a box got unpacked, it was like a treasure hunt all over again, but trauma all over again too. And insulation still in everything.
The event really messed with my Mom’s head for a few years. She felt so violated, especially since she wasn’t even there, not even for the clean up. She started to blame us for things that were missing. Dumb stuff too. I don’t know how many times she mentioned that “somebody” had thrown away her perfectly good tupperware. My Dad and I finally had to sit her down and tell her to knock that shit off.
I think I’m starting to ramble. There’s more, but I think I covered the gist of it.
Oh I can imagine your poor mum’s state … awful awful … and it is so tempting to cast blame when you can’t understand why something happened, trying to give it a narrative that makes sense when it doesn’t make sense. And then hard to feel safe again.
So what’s the moral? Never go on vacation? then they might have easily died … don’t keep your stuff in a trailer in your parents’ garage? closer … but there is no moral …
And what are the odds that your wife would see you on the news? Speaking of bad ways to find things out!
Btw, I have (of course) been prescribed Tramadol – it is as my gp said, the mildest narcotic out there and they give it to little old ladies – um, great bedside manner there – 100 mg and then he also left a prescription for 200’s with the pharmacy. I only took about two of them because I fear narcotics now, but it is a very common pain killer for back pain and my neighbour who just got a new hip was given morphine and tramadol for the recovery. I would hoard it for pain absolutely.
EO’s brother’s check reminded me that I have found in my hayfield not one, but two balloons with notes attached, released by school children to see where they ended up. One was from fourth graders in Galena, an hour west of here, don’t remember where the other one came from. I have also had a hot air balloon land there. What are the odds of three balloons in one spot?
Also remember reading Silent Spring in high school where Rachel Carson describes an air current eight miles above the earth that insects can get sucked up into, carried along, and then deposited in unlikely spots.
Bet you thought Hendrix was coming up.
I also give money to the Sally Ann despite my dislike for religious charity, on the simple grounds that they actually help people whom I wouldn’t have the slightest clue how to, and get them off the street and into a bed with some soup.
Or what goes up must come down?