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Breakfast: The Worst Meal to Increase Your Immune System

I have not been sick for three years.  [Knock on wood for me, please.]  I am confident that this is not a coincidence.  I agree with Early Retirement Extreme’s (ERE’s) post on proactive health care: eat healthly, exercise regularly, and welcome germs from the local environment.  In the health care post, ERE makes the following statement:   

I don’t touch my face around sneezing people, but otherwise I don’t worry about germs. In fact I welcome them. I’d like my immune system to do some low intensity battles.

In the past three years, I took this one more step.  I started eating out of the trash.  Yeah: gross, have-you-no-shame, etc.  I’ve heard it all.  The crux of my airport travel actually centers around trash cans.  I’ve come up with a relatively “low key” method to dig out of airport garbages in airports.  It amounts to carrying around a piece of trash, from one container to the next.  So, throw something out, look into the trash like you didn’t mean to throw it out, and then pick up something new.  Optimize by going for weight.

Now from my experience, I find breakfast the hardest meal to find food.  I think there are two factors at play for this phenomenom.

  • Breakfast portions are small compared to lunch/dinner.  For example, check out the McDonald’s Nutrition Facts on a Egg McMuffin (300 calories) versus a Quarter Pounder (410 calories).  It would be interesting to see a frequency chart.  If you actually follow that link, you can make an easy argument against this because I lack frequency data.
  • People are hungrier in the morning, and therefore are more apt to finish the whole breakfast meal.

So, I lack data from the interwebs. However using my empirical data, I would much rather dig for buried treasure at noon than in the morning.  In case you cared, I thought of this post after I paid $0.50 for a “refill” on a cup of coffee this morning at Starbucks. 😉

Rethink the paradigm of scavenging and Freeganism, if not for financial benefits for the health advantages.

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Riding a Horny Bike

I had a dream!  . . . I thought of the idea in this post in a dream.  Crazy? Fun? Cool!


Dreams occur right before awakening.  Leaving a light on makes you sleep less efficiently.  So a few years ago, I left a light on with a “dream notebook” right next to my bed.  I did this for about a week, with so-so results, until I woke up soaked in sweat, full of adrenaline, and freaked out that my 2nd grade teacher figured out that I never dug up my time capsule after the 10 year period.  There was never a time capsule from my 2nd grade class, but such a ridiculous awakening easily puts a kibosh on an experiment that doesn’t seem promising.  I digress.

I read the Bike Commuters’ The Well-Tempered Cyclist post shortly before bed one night.  Before falling asleep that night, I reflected on my agreement of the past five years of riding.  Riding with other members of the Purdue Tri Club, we started smiling and waving at angry drivers, who often like to honk at us.  The waving and smiling often confuses drivers, which makes it enjoyable.  Plus, what’s the point in continuing the anger?  It doesn’t solve any problems, and some of us believe in karma!

Ironically after thinking about how relatively calm of I rider I am, I had a dream including the opposite behavior.  My dream involved me trying to get a semi-truck driver to “Honk it!” This is another cycling hobby of mine.  However, I didn’t notice that I drifted over into the middle lane, while riding my bike.  The truck driver did end up honking it, but he also cut me off in traffic, too!  Somehow, I had an airhorn mounted on my bike, so I honked back!

I talked about my dream the next day at work.  Within a few hours, I was at West Marine in Newport Beach.  Here, I learned that employees do not like when you test out horns in the store.  More interestingly, I found an Eco Horn.  This horn is 115 dB, marine grade, and sustainable!  The air power comes by pumping it up from a Schrader valve, common to cycling (and even car tire) pumps.  The 80 psi charge, on full volume, lasts several miles, even on liberal use.  I do not have any more data other than that information, for now.  And for a frame of reference, 115 dB is slightly louder than a loud yell.


Additionally, the pump fits nicely into a water bottle cage.  I mounted a water bottle cage to my 2001 Lemond Buenos Aires, as shown here.


I’ve had the horn for about 150 miles of bike commuting, now.  The horn provides gratification by communicating to drivers that I can honk louder than they can, on average.  The drivers, for the most part, are confused.  I look forward to future social experiments, including a zip tie to hold the horn in “honking position,” honking back at semi-truck drivers :-), and my new road rage outlet, in general.

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Babe Ruthing Karma

This is a guest post from that budding, pretentious Eastern religious scholar in me. .  or in all of us??


I like

  • coffee.
  • making coffee in a French Press.  
  • having roommates.  
  • avoiding anger. 
  • time.

What recipe do you get when you combine the aforementioned ingredients?  A new food processor!


To expand:

I have had three French Presses, all made from glass, during my time on this earth.  I have kept each French Press on top of the fridge.  Three different roommates have broken my French Presses.  Each time, I acknowledge that the failure is bound to happen with the French Press stored at such a place.  I think during each failure the French Press is left hanging on top of the freezer door.  So, just enough of the door catches the bottom on the French Press, and the press plummets to its death, impact with the floor.

After the third death, we had a raffle at work.  The winning prize was a coveted Black and Decker Power Pro II Food Processor.  I just knew it was my time.  I told everyone I was going to win the food processor.  I was due.  I was calling my shot, just like Babe Ruth.

I realize this is risky to mess with higher powers.  However, sometimes you have to follow your intution.

Here is a picture of me, 24 hours after calling my shot.

Here I am, in all my joy.

A Contemporary Babe Ruth Shot Callha




I predict that this event will be in my 2009 Top 3.

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Approximating Pi in a 3.1415 Run

At the beginning of March, I realized the string of March holidays in 2009 would have an additional to pre-game the celebration.

  • 3/13: Friday the 13th
  • 3/14: Pi Day
  • 3/15: Ides of March
  • 3/16: John 3:16 Day
  • 3/17: St Patty’s Day

That’s cool.

My upcoming running A-Level race is the Old Goats (OG) Ultramarathon.  I signed up for the SJT 50K on Pi Day to help train for the OG.  I jokingly said that I was going to go for a 7hr 29min finish time, so I could finish at 3/14 1:59pm, i.e. pi is aproximately 3.14159.  My goal for the SJT 50K was to cruise, to have fun, to check out the Candy Store Loop (a section of trail), to be in great company, and to enjoy quite possibly the most entertaining race directior, Baz.

The race start was actually 7am, not 6:30am, like I thought.  My time for an Absolute Record, as opposed to a PR, shifted from 7hr 29min to 6hr 59min for a 3/14 1:59pm finish, which is actually closer to my real PR, 7hr 11min.   My absolute record and personal record could jive that day!

I still didn’t really think anything of it.  I just ran, munched on some food (including Pop-Tarts), talked to some people, saw some great views, etc.  I was just going for miles, so I didn’t even have my Garmin set to read out a pace or the actual time.  I just had mileage on my read out.

Nearing the finish, I checked to see what time it was. . I did have a barbeque later that day to attend.  No way!  It was 1:24pm, and I had 4.5 miles to go!  Some days you have to take the cruise control off.  It was on.

I can’t believe it; he’s inspired by math!

Fellow SCTHz, E-Rod, said the quote above after I reminded of him my 1:59pm goal. . . I told him, “I think I can do it!”  After getting to the last aid station, I told Keira, who of course was excited.  She told me, “You are going to do it!”  You kind of have to know Keira’s personality, but her positive spirit is so easily catched by all around her.

Off I went; I didn’t look back.  Unfortunately, I went too fast.  I just couldn’t bear to stop and wait three minutes.  I sucked it up, and I finished at 1:56pm, with an absolute record finish time, 3/14 1:50 ish, 3.1415.

Leaving 2 or 3 more decimals on the plate, for some continuous improvement goals.  It’s what we do.



Thanks to jeff smith, my co-pilot that day, who influenced me to record this amazing event.

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