<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863</id><updated>2011-09-22T15:50:40.850-05:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='cancer'/><category term='education'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='nutrition'/><category term='news'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='unicorn'/><category term='whales'/><category term='projects'/><category term='beefs'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='hair'/><category term='evolution'/><category term='medical'/><category term='sex'/><category term='pants store'/><category term='biology'/><category term='amazon'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='pica'/><category term='dragon'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='shawshank'/><category term='pets'/><category term='email'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='neighbors'/><category term='allergy'/><category term='superman'/><category term='science'/><category term='ecology'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='drama'/><category term='tooth fairy'/><category term='I65 drivers'/><category term='office'/><category term='sesame street'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='mosquitoes'/><category term='politics'/><category term='bad chinese candy'/><category term='sexual selection'/><category term='music'/><category term='legends'/><category term='poop'/><category term='dumbass'/><category term='miscellania'/><category term='careers'/><category term='dog'/><category term='coworkers'/><category term='demographics'/><category term='pro/con'/><category term='obese mouse'/><category term='baby'/><category term='food'/><category term='libertarian'/><category term='history'/><category term='hog jowls'/><category term='new years'/><category term='house'/><category term='joke'/><category term='uab'/><category term='design'/><category term='gender'/><category term='lab'/><category term='smell'/><category term='questions'/><category term='2007 ncaa picks'/><title type='text'>The State of Upheaval</title><subtitle type='html'>Things I notice, books I read, inanities I spew.  Repeat &lt;i&gt;ad nauseum&lt;/i&gt;.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-399474199265932929</id><published>2008-09-24T15:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:27:15.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>A further look into the womb.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we've got some updates today... V had another check up and ultrasound, and everything looks fine so far.  Some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CrylQzw8Ucb3tPAtdmi7PQ?authkey=Jnl80cqu9xE"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SNqdr0owZHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zb5j4dczf5w/s400/other%20profile.tif.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/US02?authkey=Jnl80cqu9xE"&gt;US&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profile -- the kid is wearing a Halloween costume a bit early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ujc9sS1-ffZO-pfH_SjRIg?authkey=Jnl80cqu9xE"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SNqdkb6dh7I/AAAAAAAAAho/EE81uKrA-wE/s400/head.tif.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/US02?authkey=Jnl80cqu9xE"&gt;US&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda squished all in there.  This is a closeup of the head and upper torso.  If you look closely, you can make out the white triangle of the nose and the darker eyes.  Kinda creepily looking into the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kSkaJwr6rvs4epO6iMbodA?authkey=Jnl80cqu9xE"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SNqdkB8L2qI/AAAAAAAAAhY/erIJs_77lXU/s400/foot.tif.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/US02?authkey=Jnl80cqu9xE"&gt;US&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YLFubDV7ZZONwjnQYeFpuw?authkey=Jnl80cqu9xE"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SNqdj5EjmYI/AAAAAAAAAhI/CLQ5aVDtnBQ/s400/arm.tif.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/US02?authkey=Jnl80cqu9xE"&gt;US&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for the exciting part.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IPfBqKqDhYnN3nNb2IQIRQ?authkey=Jnl80cqu9xE"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SNqdkEnGzOI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/HnIYFPWgHGU/s400/Boy%21.tif.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/US02?authkey=Jnl80cqu9xE"&gt;US&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-399474199265932929?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/399474199265932929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=399474199265932929&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/399474199265932929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/399474199265932929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2008/09/further-look-into-womb.html' title='A further look into the womb.'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SNqdr0owZHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zb5j4dczf5w/s72-c/other%20profile.tif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-440915853835616576</id><published>2008-07-30T13:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:15:15.444-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>NEWS!</title><content type='html'>UPDATED with bonus pictures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a while since my last post, but we have some news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short: We're 12 weeks along after our second attempt at IVF. Things look good so far, and we're just now at the stage where we feel comfortable letting the world know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/US02/photo?authkey=Jnl80cqu9xE#5228938678088903298"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SJDsBgvKKoI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8lxeVRJ2wrU/s400/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three embryos prior to transplantation.  One of these took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/US02/photo?authkey=Jnl80cqu9xE#5220840246310502130"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SHQmivZmfvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/su-dXVIparA/s400/scan0002.tif.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 6 -- notice the little lump in the dark black sac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/US02/photo?authkey=Jnl80cqu9xE#5220840289180244082"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SHQmlPGi2HI/AAAAAAAAAU4/elHctLtq3Y0/s400/scan0004.tif.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 8 -- zoom in.  You can make out the head now and the little flipper arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/US02/photo?authkey=Jnl80cqu9xE#5228938643917354450"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SJDr_hcBtdI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XDF1id1YfDA/s400/12wks-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 12 -- filling up the tummy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll continue to post updates as we know anything.  Thanks so much for the well wishes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-440915853835616576?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/440915853835616576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=440915853835616576&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/440915853835616576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/440915853835616576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2008/07/news.html' title='NEWS!'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SJDsBgvKKoI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8lxeVRJ2wrU/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-7018973753396064845</id><published>2008-05-30T14:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:51:57.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbass'/><title type='text'>For all those UAB alums out there....</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I was walking from my office to my parking lot (approximately 0.7 miles for those keeping track) and noticed something that had seemed to have sprung up seemingly overnight in front of the basketball arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/200804Apr/photo#5195130204395487106"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SBjPZVrlP4I/AAAAAAAAASU/1D-HEj6HGNg/s400/HPIM0529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?  So I got closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/200804Apr/photo#5195130208690454418"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SBjPZlrlP5I/AAAAAAAAASY/_ar3soKCLFk/s400/HPIM0530.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the big reveal.  It truly is something for everyone in the local community to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/200804Apr/photo#5195130225870323618"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SBjPalrlP6I/AAAAAAAAAR8/B_LEYCLw8BE/s400/HPIM0531.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A completely awesome, not stupid looking or cartoonish, rubbery dragon!  That apparently shoots smoke from its mouth!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/200804Apr/photo#5195130238755225538"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SBjPbVrlP8I/AAAAAAAAASM/MrfgeRm-uKQ/s400/HPIM0533.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-7018973753396064845?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/7018973753396064845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=7018973753396064845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/7018973753396064845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/7018973753396064845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-all-those-uab-alums-out-there.html' title='For all those UAB alums out there....'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SBjPZVrlP4I/AAAAAAAAASU/1D-HEj6HGNg/s72-c/HPIM0529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-5177380652412818020</id><published>2008-05-21T11:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:59:33.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coworkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad chinese candy'/><title type='text'>Quick Scene From My Tiny Closet of an Office</title><content type='html'>Coworker 1 (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;middle-aged Chinese woman&lt;/span&gt;): Here, try this candy from China.&lt;br /&gt;Coworker 2 (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20-something Ohioan grad student&lt;/span&gt;): No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;1: No, try, it's good.&lt;br /&gt;2: Ok, just put it on my desk, I'll try it later.  I have chemicals on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;1: No, it's good.  Try.  I'll put it in your mouth. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does so&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;making a face&lt;/span&gt;)  It tastes like fish and beef.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-5177380652412818020?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/5177380652412818020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=5177380652412818020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/5177380652412818020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/5177380652412818020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2008/05/quick-scene-from-my-tiny-closet-of.html' title='Quick Scene From My Tiny Closet of an Office'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-986104182040264911</id><published>2008-04-23T20:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:12:00.160-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>The Apple Dumpling Gang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/200803Mar/photo#5192616570490534482"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/200803Mar/photo#5192616570490534482" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a little while since the last post....can't say too much has happened.  I guess mostly we've been working on the house -- new hardwood floors in the office, painted a few rooms, and and set up a garden in the back.  But more on that later,  I've promised pictures of the new members of the orphanage.  I apologize in advance for the cutesiness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/200803Mar/photo#5192616570490534482"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SA_hQlrlOlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/m2Kkx2dXFBo/s400/HPIM0445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queenie enjoys socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/200802Feb/photo#5192616664979815058"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SA_hWFrlOpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/g9xE1RvYV-s/s400/HPIM0410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alli (rear) hates Queenie and has activated laz0rz.  Little does she know Queenie is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/200804Apr/photo#5192621299249527874"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SA_lj1rlPEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UirhciALt-w/s400/HPIM0510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the only shots of Susie with her not digging a hole in my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/200804Apr/photo#5192627170469821538"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SA_q5lrlPGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BJmEuYpa2i4/s400/HPIM0508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susie doing her best anime face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/200804Apr/photo#5192621333609266258"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SA_ll1rlPFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/twzwMCKQmKY/s400/HPIM0522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacey is pretty sure you are being rude and not sharing whatever food you have hidden in your pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does Oscar think about all of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/greg.salinas/200804Apr/photo#5192614766604269762"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SA_fnlrlOMI/AAAAAAAAADE/fzdKKFm24T4/s400/HPIM0463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S GREAT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-986104182040264911?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/986104182040264911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=986104182040264911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/986104182040264911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/986104182040264911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2008/04/apple-dumpling-gang.html' title='The Apple Dumpling Gang'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/greg.salinas/SA_hQlrlOlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/m2Kkx2dXFBo/s72-c/HPIM0445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-5372131026752713854</id><published>2008-02-19T11:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T11:34:52.451-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shawshank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I65 drivers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Get busy living, or get busy dying.</title><content type='html'>Our new pets (again, 2 dogs and 1 cat) have basically lived in captivity for most of their lives.  Well, ok, maybe just slightly more than any other dog or cat.  The cat, Queenie, was an office cat, so she was basically in a pen for half the day when no one was working in the vet clinic.  So now, in our house she wanders free the entire day, and I'm pretty sure she doesn't know what to do with herself for most of the time.  It's like Brooks in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shawshank Redemption&lt;/span&gt; -- he finally gets out of jail and is miserable working at the grocery store.  She has also taken to scratching on our sofa.  Probably something like "Queenie was here" in LOLCAT.  I hope we don't come home one day to find her hanging from the rafters.  But hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs seem to be doing fine so far, but they've been busy digging a hole next to the foundation of the house.  No poster or anything on top of it, but I tried to fill it in this morning and there was hardly any dirt around.  They're probably taking it to other parts of the yard in their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, when I was driving into work today I noticed a guy shaving in his car.  That wouldn't have been too odd, but it was 1) with a dry disposable razor; 2) while smoking; 3) using his car rearview mirror (NOTE: He had pulled it off the windshield glass).  Just be 5 minutes later to work, please.  Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-5372131026752713854?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/5372131026752713854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=5372131026752713854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/5372131026752713854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/5372131026752713854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2008/02/get-busy-living-or-get-busy-dying.html' title='Get busy living, or get busy dying.'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-1309685103746459802</id><published>2008-02-12T13:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T13:43:19.090-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellania'/><title type='text'>Mid-February Miscellania</title><content type='html'>Just a few points I wanted to mention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Not sure who all has heard, but Valerie's dad has officially closed his vet clinic and has begun his semi-retirement.  We'd all heard rumors that this was coming, but the reality hit pretty suddenly.  As a result, we have come into the possession of one black cat (Queenie) and two elderly mutt dogs (Susie and Lacey).  So now we officially have more pets than we can handle.  Though I think Oscar is enjoying his new role as pack leader.  He leads them in his never-ending crusade against the fat mutt dog who likes to come by every morning.  I'll post pics later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Why do the Coke and Pepsi products in every grocery store have to be separated by the generic stuff?  Do they get into fights at night and the store brands act as mediators?  This would make an interesting movie premise for those East Asian Pixar rip-off companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Not too much going on in our lives right now.  We pulled up some gross carpet in our office, hoping to find hardwood underneath.  Unfortunately, we found strange wood laminate from the 70s.  So the next project is new floors for that room.  Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Almost time for spring planting season.  I think I'm gonna try tomatoes and zucchini again this year, but I think I want to add some new plants.  Any ideas?  The zucchinis were going great last year until they got hit by a blight, and were gone within a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue with some more questions later.  My wife has built up quite a few in my absence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-1309685103746459802?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/1309685103746459802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=1309685103746459802&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/1309685103746459802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/1309685103746459802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2008/02/mid-february-miscellania.html' title='Mid-February Miscellania'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-8797774449412797024</id><published>2007-11-28T17:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:08:30.205-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mosquitoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Questions From My Wife X: Cravings, fish, and mosquito bites.  What?  Should there always be a common theme?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jphevin.com/img/fish-poule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 159px;" src="http://www.jphevin.com/img/fish-poule.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey all!  Here's a longer post to get caught up.  I may take a break from writing, but it doesn't mean the wife stops asking questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do women as a group seem to enjoy chocolate more than men do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is composed of as many as 800 different chemical components, ranging from the good (anti-oxidant catechins) to the not-as-good (the fatty acids in cocoa butter).  Thus, it seems likely that one of these compunds may have some influence on the hormones that differentiate men from women.  A &lt;a href="http://psych.wisc.edu/faculty/bio/auger.html"&gt;researcher&lt;/a&gt; at the University of Wisconsin-Madison has shown that female rats have heightened cravings for chocolate over their male counterparts.   Further studies have shown that eating chocolate activates the hypothalamus (area of the brain that regulates hunger) while inactivating the amygdala (involved in emotion and memory).  This finding may reveal why eating chocolate is soothing when upset or depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hypothesis is that cravings come and go with increases and decreases in hormones.  Progesterone is thought to  promote higher body fat levels.  As progesterone concentration increases towards the beginnings of menstruation, this may also be why women crave chocolate.  However, much of this may be cultural.  One study has found that the difference in chocolate craving between women and men in Spain (90 to 78%) is much closer than in American women and men (91 to 59%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do people crave particular foods when they are lacking in nutrients those foods are rich in? How does your body know that food items (on non-food items like dirt for those with pica) have those nutrients?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pica is a weird disease.  It comes from the Latin word for magpie (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pica&lt;/span&gt;) as these birds are found to collect and eat practically anything.  A Missouri psychiatric museum contains a collection of  &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/03/Glore_Stomach_Display.jpg"&gt;nails, spoons, and pins&lt;/a&gt; removed from a female asylum patient's stomach.   While large consumption of objects can indicate a type of autism or mental retardation, the most recognized cravings are seen in pregnant women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies from the late 1960s and early 70s revealed that 35-40% of pregnant women consistently craved clay, starch, and soil.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Very little research has been done on this disease, but there seems to be a correlation with ingesting of "non-food" with some kind of nutritional deficiency.  However, it seems easier to prove that this is the case than to prove why this is the case.  Animals made to be deficient in&lt;/span&gt; certain essential minerals are more apt to selectively ingest items that contain high quantities of the missing supplement.  In people, iron deficiency and anemia seem the most likely to cause pica.  Low iron levels have been shown to cause pagophagia, increased ingestion of ice.  When the anemia is treated, the craving for ice goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the nutritional explanation, there are psychological and cultural hypotheses as well.  For instance, papers by Vermeer and Frate in the late 1970s claim that the practice of clay-eating "ingrained in southern black society" stems from its use in Africa to promote fertility and lactation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as it seems common in these blog posts to say, no one knows the answer to your question and apparently no one is really trying to find it.  How the body can "know" that it has certain deficiencies is still a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do fish really not feel pain? I never quite bought that -- seems like almost any animal would be evolutionarily able to feel pain for self-preservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ok, I've been typing too much, so this'll be a quick one.  &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/2983045.stm"&gt;Recent studies&lt;/a&gt; seem to indicate that, yes, fish feel pain, but this doesn't make them less tasty.  They respond negatively to injections of bee venom and vinegar over controls, and may actually be more sensitive than humans.  And is this really surprising?  Fish are vertebrates and have a relatively complex nervous system in the grand scheme of the phyla charts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do some people get stung by mosquitos a lot while others don't? I definitely fall into the first category, and would love to know how to sic the bugs on other folks for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Female mosquitoes are the biters, and primarily find their victims through a type of smell.  It seems possible that different people would have less appealing smells to the buggers and not attract them.  Some of the major chemicals that mosquitoes detect are carbon dioxide and lactic acid, key components of respiration.  People who sweat less generally get bitten less.  Repellents like DEET work by blocking the mosquito's ability to pick up these olfactory signals.  So, besides holding your breath whenever outside, just remember to wear plenty of repellent and avoid other floral-based chemical attractants like perfume and sweet-smelling lotions.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-8797774449412797024?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/8797774449412797024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=8797774449412797024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/8797774449412797024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/8797774449412797024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/11/questions-from-my-wife-x-cravings-fish.html' title='Questions From My Wife X: Cravings, fish, and mosquito bites.  What?  Should there always be a common theme?'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-159341030581692370</id><published>2007-10-17T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T14:59:01.931-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Questions From My Wife IX: Ancient Beauty Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.egyptgiftshop.com/images/papyrus/paintings/cleopatra_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 243px;" src="http://www.egyptgiftshop.com/images/papyrus/paintings/cleopatra_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Were classic ancient beauties (Cleopatra, Helen of Troy, etc.) really all that hot or did they just have good PR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideals of beauty change over generations, so who's to say if the ancients would find today's supermodels attractive at all.  But, in her day, Cleopatra was the rage around the Mediterranean.  Cassius Dio, a second century Greek historian, refers to her as "a woman of surpassing beauty, and at that     time, when she was in the prime of her youth, she was most striking;     she also possessed a most charming voice and a knowledge of how     to make herself agreeable to every one."  But was she reliant on her looks alone as she sought to diplomatically link to Greece through seducing Julius Caesar and Marc Antony?  Plutarch says "[f]or her beauty, as we are told, was in itself not altogether     incomparable, nor such as to strike those who saw her; but converse     with her had an irresistible charm..."  So, maybe she wasn't all that hot.  Recently, Roman coins of her likeness have been found, revealing (if this likeness is at all accurate) that she had a &lt;a href="http://www.ncl.ac.uk/press.office/press.release/photos/349Cleopatra.jpg"&gt;small forehead, hooked nose, and a pointed chin&lt;/a&gt;.  A marble bust possibly sculpted upon her arrival in Rome reveals more &lt;a href="http://penelope.uchicago.edu/%7Egrout/encyclopaedia_romana/miscellanea/cleopatra/bust.jpg"&gt;soft and rounded features&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen of Troy is probably based more in mythology to be considered "accurately beautiful as stated."  Though I find it kinda funny that Isaac Asimov defined a measurement of beauty as the ability to launch one ship -- the millihelen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why is prostitution called the oldest profession? What were they being paid with? Meat? Fire? Stone wheels? Pterodactyl record player / woolly mammoth shower (think Flintstones)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yeah...this one's a doozy.  Prostitution, as loosely defined as providing sexual intercourse for some compensation, has probably been around as long as there has been sex and/or compensation.  While I couldn't find a good answer to when it was deemed as such, there were brothels in ancient Greek, Aztec, Roman, and Jewish societies.  Some theories suggest that prostitution (and adultery) came from the establishment of monogamy as a social norm in humans.  Or rather, the conflict between monogamy and the male need to inseminate whatever is possible to pass along the genes.  It seems unlikely to me that this would be the "oldest" of all professions.  Wasn't Adam a nomenclature zoologist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-159341030581692370?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/159341030581692370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=159341030581692370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/159341030581692370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/159341030581692370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/10/questions-from-my-wife-ix-ancient.html' title='Questions From My Wife IX: Ancient Beauty Secrets'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-8282799460091062584</id><published>2007-10-16T10:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T11:12:27.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep It Up/Hang It Up - October 2007</title><content type='html'>Keep It Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue Bell Ice Cream.  I signed up for &lt;a href="http://www.bluebell.com/Registration.aspx"&gt;your club&lt;/a&gt; and you promptly sent me a coupon for a free half-gallon.  Can't beat that.  Way to go, Blue Bell Ice Cream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fall.  Leaves are changing, the air is getting crisp, I feel like actually leaving my house.  I love the fall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baseball playoffs.  The Yankees are out, the Sox are still in.  Colorado may not have been around very long, but they're still pretty fun to watch.  The Indians are good, too.  Just a great championship round.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Site-directed Mutagenesis.  You're the only experiment I can do on a consistent level anymore.  We've been together from the beginning.  Thanks, SDM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hang It Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunburns.  You hurt my face and are now starting to make my face peel, as if I had a bad day at the sandpaper factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;McDonald's Monopoly Game.  Every year you tease me with your promises of free fries and easy money.  And now &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McDonald%27s_Monopoly#Fraud"&gt;I find out&lt;/a&gt; that for the last few years you've been playing me for a fool?  Shame on you, McDonald's Monopoly game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yoga quackitude.  Doing the stretches makes me feel great, but why does it have to be tainted with the false science of "releasing toxins" and "toning organs"?  Can't we just enjoy the way it eases tension and promotes relaxation without jumping straight to "healing energy" and "chi"?  Boo, quackitude.  We don't need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sports pundits who mispronounce New Orleans.  It's "OR-luhnz" not "OR-LEE-uhnz" or "or-LEENS".  I'm looking at you Chris Berman and Al Michaels.  Plus, the Saints stink this year.  Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-8282799460091062584?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/8282799460091062584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=8282799460091062584&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/8282799460091062584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/8282799460091062584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/10/keep-it-uphang-it-up-october-2007.html' title='Keep It Up/Hang It Up - October 2007'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-2624747844850697595</id><published>2007-10-04T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:11:24.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazon'/><title type='text'>Wow, Amazon!  How'd Ya Know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VfqsrotN4fk/RwUCcxdV31I/AAAAAAAAAA8/K8Jkuf5bW0A/s1600-h/amazon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VfqsrotN4fk/RwUCcxdV31I/AAAAAAAAAA8/K8Jkuf5bW0A/s400/amazon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117499244912435026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be a nerd, Amazon.  But not this kind of nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-2624747844850697595?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/2624747844850697595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=2624747844850697595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/2624747844850697595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/2624747844850697595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow-amazon-howd-ya-know.html' title='Wow, Amazon!  How&apos;d Ya Know?'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VfqsrotN4fk/RwUCcxdV31I/AAAAAAAAAA8/K8Jkuf5bW0A/s72-c/amazon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-1838810614226787536</id><published>2007-09-21T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T14:48:44.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Questions From My Wife VIII: Quick Hits #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tealand.com/images/Peppermint_OL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.tealand.com/images/Peppermint_OL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here we go, a bunch of quick answers to get back in the swing of things...  As always, these are real questions from my real wife.  Do you think I would take the time to come up with random things like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why were so many split level houses built? Were they cheaper than building a regular old two-story house? Did people just really enjoy having random stairs in the middle of their house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classic split-level house, in which one side of the home is one-story and situated at a height between the other 2-story side, came into favor in the 1960s.  The reason for their construction doesn't seem to be a matter of cost, but rather a way to compress a lot of house into a relatively compact area.  Also, it can be a way to use uneven land in a useful manner.  During the baby boom 50s, suburb expansion pushed into areas not previously considered appropriate for a neighborhood.  It's yet to be determined whether the awkward design or its use as the model for the &lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/65/163337020_17407ab9a0.jpg"&gt;Brady Bunch house&lt;/a&gt; ultimately drove this style out of favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the evolutionary purpose of allergies? Why do some people have them and other people don't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allergies are caused by a hyperstimulation of the immune system by some foreign entity.  While it makes sense that the point of evolution would be to continually gain positive characteristics and remove negative ones, this isn't always the case.  For instance, some negative mutations, like sickle-cell anemia, are kept in populations because they have other positive benefits.  One possibility is that allergies are a side-effect of having a powerful immune system.  While annoying, allergies are not generally lethal and would not be eliminated by evolutionary means.  As for the second question, that's still a mystery.  Scientists assume that genetics may have a role, but allergies are not consistently handed down to offspring.  There are a few ideas for why allergies are becoming more common, such as the increased use of chemicals and antibiotics.  Recent studies have suggested that as we remove more parasites and other small microbes from our systems, we may be losing subtle immunosuppressants that have previously repulsed allergic reactions.  But, to tell you the truth, I'd prefer to get a little stuffed up in the spring than have a &lt;a href="http://www.organicnutrition.co.uk/images/parasite-hookworm.gif"&gt;hookworm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At what point in history did people start celebrating birthdays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many historians believe that the act of birthday celebration was spread by Roman soldiers practicing Mithraism, a pagan cult dealing in astrology.  Not much is really known about how certain pagan holidays morphed into individualistic celebrations.  However, in this time from the 1st-4th century, birthday parties became far more common throughout Asia and Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why does water taste extra cold if you have a peppermint in your mouth? Also, why does peppermint help settle your stomach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peppermint plant (above) is a sterile cross of spearmint and watermint, and is believed to have medicinal purposes because of its high menthol content.  Menthol activates receptors in your mouth to form a cool sensation; the same cold-sensitive receptors that activate when you eat or drink anything that's cool.  This is similar to the heat-sensitive receptors that become active in response to hot stimuli or chili peppers.  So, when you drink water with peppermint, the coolness from the water is greatly exaggerated as the menthol is activating the cold receptors.  This cooling feeling, along with its properties as a mild analgesic, pushes menthol in the forefront of different natural remedies, including upset stomachs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-1838810614226787536?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/1838810614226787536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=1838810614226787536&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/1838810614226787536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/1838810614226787536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/09/questions-from-my-wife-viii-quick-hits.html' title='Questions From My Wife VIII: Quick Hits #2'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-9166738850149018055</id><published>2007-09-19T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:25:33.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>House craziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/stoke/content/images/2007/05/24/peeling_wall_470x315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/stoke/content/images/2007/05/24/peeling_wall_470x315.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mrs. and I have been enjoying the cooler weather by resuming our list of house projects.  We've started with tearing out the plaster wall treatment in the master bathroom.  It looks ok, but some genius decided that it would be the best way to cover up wallpaper.  And now the wallpaper is starting to peel at the corners.  I've felt like the HGTV version of Indiana Jones, peeling back layers of old attempts at interior design to get to the pure clean drywall I know is somewhere underneath.  The house was built in 1961, so styles have changed.  I've been using a large putty knife to cut into the plaster topcoat, then work it in to scrape off everything I can. Then I spray the area down with an enzyme-based wallpaper to get rid of the remaining adhesive paper backing.  As far as I can tell the layers were added thusly, from the bottom up:&lt;br /&gt;1) bright yellow paint&lt;br /&gt;2) bright peach paint&lt;br /&gt;3) burgundy and green striped wallpaper (seriously, this stuff is atrocious.  I need to add pictures.  I found the picture above on a website as a representative image of the process, not necessarily the look.)&lt;br /&gt;4) dark forest green paint&lt;br /&gt;5) cream textured plaster (definitely the most annoying part of the whole thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my fingers are sore and blistered, and I think that I am allergic to the enzyme compound, but this mess is coming off the walls.  Then comes fresh paint, a new medicine cabinet/mirror, and new shelves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this weekend, we'll be headed to Atlanta for a night to get out of town, see some sights, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-9166738850149018055?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/9166738850149018055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=9166738850149018055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/9166738850149018055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/9166738850149018055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/09/house-craziness.html' title='House craziness'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-5041528899874557809</id><published>2007-08-13T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T11:12:32.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep It Up/Hang It Up - August 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Blatantly stolen from the &lt;a href="http://www.maximumfun.org/"&gt;Jordan Jesse Go!&lt;/a&gt; podcast.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep It Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Golden Oreos -- So much better than regular Oreos, plus I don't have that chocolate cookie breath all day.  Keep it up, Golden Oreos!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jack Daniels -- Smooth, dark golden elixir of the gods.   You guys can keep your fancy wines.  I'll take the sour mash any day o' the week.  Keep it up, Jack Daniels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Naps on a hot weekend day -- Air conditioning can't keep up with the 100+ temperature?  Ain't nothin' better than a two hour nap to keep that energy going for the upcoming workweek.  Keep it up, naps!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unclaimed Baggage Store -- You know, it's hard to find stuff in you and most of it isn't worth buying, but if there's a better way to blow 2 hours in Scottsboro, AL, I haven't heard of it.  Keep it up, Unclaimed Baggage Store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hang It Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Degrading Salinas family member trifecta -- We just had a solid reunion, now &lt;a href="http://www.realitytvmagazine.com/blog/2007/08/age-of-lover-wi.html"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://celebs-britneyluver.blogspot.com/2007/08/matt-salinas-is-dude-that-told-all-to.html"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20240146/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; have to go making a mockery of us all this past week.  Shame is brought upon us all.  Hang it up, degrading Salinas family member trifecta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abortion truck drivers -- Yeah, we know having an abortion is a hard process for anyone to take.  But you don't need to complicate things by printing billboard images of poorly photoshopped bloody aborted quasi-fetuses and drive around town with them up on your truck.  Are those even real pictures?  Boo.  Hang it up, abortion truck drivers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broken AC in my office -- Yeah, we know it's hot out.  All the more reason for you to KEEP WORKING!  Hang it up, broken AC in my office.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sun -- You've killed my zucchini plants and are now threatening my freedom to walk outside.  That's it, sun.  You're on my last nerve.  You better start holding some of those rays back, else I shake my fist harder.  Hang it up, sun.  (But not completely.  That would suck in a near opposite way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-5041528899874557809?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/5041528899874557809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=5041528899874557809&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/5041528899874557809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/5041528899874557809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/08/keep-it-uphang-it-up-august-2007.html' title='Keep It Up/Hang It Up - August 2007'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-7991421694587172527</id><published>2007-07-18T09:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T10:40:36.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Questions From My Wife VII: Not My Wife, Though She Also Asks Me About Poop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.abc.net.au/science/news/img/life/whaleflat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.abc.net.au/science/news/img/life/whaleflat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taking another grant writing break to answer a reader's question.  Stacy T. writes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span chatdir="1"&gt;&lt;span chatindex="9454921C048D5FE46"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does whale poop look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can tell, whale poop is a mystical substance.  It's mostly water-soluble and appears as a giant cloud in the water.  (See the image posted -- the ring shows whale flatulence bubbling to the ocean surface and that cloud is the poop.)  Scientists can tell what the whale has been eating based on the poop cloud color -- this one probably had a good meal of bright red krill.  Actually, scientists can look at the excrement to learn about the animal's health as well.  Since whales poop mostly water (thus the cloud) any solid or waxy chunks indicate that the whale could be sick and not absorbing much of its foods' nutrients.  One of the problems in whale research is the inability to observe whale poop.  This would allow scientists to track migration habits and population levels over years of study.  Interestingly &lt;a href="http://www.physorg.com/news67525222.html"&gt;a dog has been trained&lt;/a&gt; for the explicit purpose of detecting whale excrement for research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambergris, a sperm whale bile duct excretion, is released from the whale's intestines.  While technically not poop, scientists think that whales produce this in order to sweep large foreign items from their digestive system.  &lt;a href="http://burnlab.net/blog/uploaded_images/ambergris1-718052.jpg"&gt;Ambergris&lt;/a&gt; (literally "grey amber") has been used for centuries as a medicine and in perfume.  And while gross, it is not actually a controlled substance, as it seen as a natural animal byproduct and has not been regulated since 2001.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-7991421694587172527?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/7991421694587172527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=7991421694587172527&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/7991421694587172527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/7991421694587172527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/07/questions-from-my-wife-vii-not-my-wife.html' title='Questions From My Wife VII: Not My Wife, Though She Also Asks Me About Poop'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-4547038641709097076</id><published>2007-07-17T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:47:00.609-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tooth fairy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unicorn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Questions From My Wife VI: Myths, Legends, and Other Means of Trickin' Folk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.etsy.com/all_images/f/f2d/615/il_430xN.9453035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.etsy.com/all_images/f/f2d/615/il_430xN.9453035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taking a short break from writing the Postdoctoral Grant of DOOM (ie tricking the government to pay for me feeding a ton of illicit drugs to unsuspecting mice) to bring you another installment of QFMW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where did the idea of the unicorn come from? It's nowhere near as interesting as other fantasy creatures, just a horse with a random horn stuck on its head. What creative genius came up with that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unicorn is represented in texts as far back as the Old Testament to writings of Leonardo Da Vinci to elementary school folders.  Mythologically speaking, the unicorn has a beard, lion's tail and cloven hooves.  However, the typical modern view is it is a white horse with a single horn in the middle of its forehead.  There are a few current theories on what people were thinking when they came up with the idea, some, as with many mythological beasts, deriving from misinterpreted skeletons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.kjv-only.com/pics/elasmotherium.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elasmotherium sibiricum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - a large ancient rhinoceros.  It is quite possible that skeletal remains of this creature could definitely be thought of as a horse-like creature, with a huge central horn reaching lengths of 7 feet or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Mutated animals - Gene mutations are always occuring.  The possibility that a goat or ox could have developed a single misshapen horn to a recessive gene is very likely.  This process has actually been replicated by people that fused together growing horns of young &lt;a href="http://www.lair2000.net/Unicorn_Dreams/Unicorns_Man_Made/unicorns_man_made.html"&gt;goats&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.unicorngarden.com/drdove.htm"&gt;calves&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Bizarre interpretations of foreign animals - British monarchs Elizabeth I and James I often told tales of being given unicorn horns from explorers who had spent considerable time in the arctic.  Arctic unicorns?  Probably just &lt;a href="http://www.studentsonice.com/arctic2004/assets/images/narwhale.jpg"&gt;narwhales&lt;/a&gt;.  Marco Polo depicts a unicorn in his travels as "scarcely smaller than elephants. They have the hair of a buffalo and feet like an elephant's. They have a single large black horn in the middle of the forehead... They have a head like a wild boar's… They spend their time by preference wallowing in mud and slime. They are very ugly brutes to look at."  Marco?  Maybe you saw a &lt;a href="http://www.game-reserve.com/images/screensavers/Black_Rhino_800x600.jpg"&gt;rhino&lt;/a&gt;?  African antelopes like the &lt;a href="http://www.unesco.org/delegates/oman/oryx.jpg"&gt;oryx&lt;/a&gt; are also possibilities for a unicorn-like interpretation if they stand in profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay then, smart guy, what about the tooth fairy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this one is plain weird.  How we're able to convince our kids of this (and were convinced ourselves) remains a complete mystery to me.  I remember figuring it out by requesting that the Tooth Fairy sign and date a form for acquisition of my tooth...you know, for proper filing purposes and tax records and whatnot.  I totally recognized my dad's handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accepted American commercial spiel is that after a kid loses a tooth, it goes under the pillow.  The tooth fairy comes in the night, takes the tooth, and rewards the kid monetarily (after signing the necessary paperwork, of course).  But other countries have their own traditions.  An English tradition is to throw the tooth in a fire to prevent needing to search for it after you die.  Vikings gave children cash for teeth in order to make jewelry out of them -- apparently they thought kid parts were sources of great power.  Better than toes, I guess.  Several countries told stories of giving teeth to mice, and the Spanish equivalent of the tooth fairy is a mouse named Ratoncito Pérez&lt;i&gt;.  Which is awesome.  &lt;/i&gt; These ideas, combined with European folk tales of fairies were combined in the 1949 publication of "The Tooth Fairy" by Lee Rothgow and into American legend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-4547038641709097076?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/4547038641709097076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=4547038641709097076&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/4547038641709097076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/4547038641709097076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/07/questions-from-my-wife-vi-myths-legends.html' title='Questions From My Wife VI: Myths, Legends, and Other Means of Trickin&apos; Folk'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-8950268427627601331</id><published>2007-07-06T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:00:09.883-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro/con'/><title type='text'>Losing Patience.  Need a Vacation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.destination360.com/caribbean/images/s/caribbean-family-vacation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.destination360.com/caribbean/images/s/caribbean-family-vacation.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife and I haven't taken a real vacation in maybe 2 years.   She can accrue vacation (kinda), but mine runs out at the end of the year if I don't use it.  We both are in desperate need of something relaxing.  So the dilemma -- where should we go?  We have to factor both potential for fun and relaxation, while keeping costs down.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TRIP=(F+R)/$&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/span&gt; -- We've been wanting to go here for a while.  V has never been to the Coke Museum (and they just opened the new one).  Plus there's a Louvre exhibit at the High Art Museum and the new aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;PROS: Relatively inexpensive, family in town = probable good meal out at a nice place, close enough to drive in under 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;CONS: Short trip, not as relaxing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gatlinburg&lt;/span&gt; -- Been a while since either of us have been there.  Interesting combination of the commercialism of the city with the expanse of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.&lt;br /&gt;PROS: Beautiful in the fall, drivable, lots to do with the actual city and the hiking trails through the Smokies.&lt;br /&gt;CONS: More expensive in the fall, lots of traffic if we do drive, filled with tourist traps and kinda cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orlando&lt;/span&gt; -- Mostly because I haven't been to Disneyworld in ages.&lt;br /&gt;PROS: Again, not terribly expensive.  Even if we want to stay on the resort, there are  less pricey options.&lt;br /&gt;CONS: Requires airfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Las Vegas &lt;/span&gt;-- Neither of us really care to gamble or anything, but we just want to see some shows.&lt;br /&gt;PROS: Can get good deals on hotels and airfare.&lt;br /&gt;CONS: Since we don't really gamble and don't care much for nightlife, would we be bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;San Diego&lt;/span&gt; -- Going here for a conference in early November.  Possibly could stay a few days extra and have Valerie meet me.&lt;br /&gt;PROS: Never been to southern CA, great beaches, world famous zoo and other attractions, free airfare for me, great weather in late fall.&lt;br /&gt;CONS: Logistics of making sure it all runs smoothly, transportation (?), may need to get a more cost-effective hotel as the place I'm staying will be directly downtown, Valerie flying here by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charleston, Caribbean cruise&lt;/span&gt; -- Norwegian runs a &lt;a href="http://www.ncl.com/nclweb/booking/cruisedetails.html?packageId=1022514"&gt;7 day cruise from Charleston&lt;/a&gt; that stops in the Caymans, Cozumel, and Key West.&lt;br /&gt;PROS: Mind-bogglingly inexpensive (you can get a ticket  for under $400 a person), meals included, hits plenty of places we want to visit, lots of time for relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;CONS: Excursions could be expensive, long drive to Charleston, is 7 days too long to be on a boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paris &lt;/span&gt;-- Neither of us have been to Europe past England.&lt;br /&gt;PROS: It's France.&lt;br /&gt;CONS: Cost.   Flight.  And also, it's France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there we are.  Please comment with opinions.  I'll add any information (and anything else I can think of) to the Pro/Con list.  Also, feel free to suggest alternatives.  Where's the best place you've been to lately, even if it's just down the block?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-8950268427627601331?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/8950268427627601331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=8950268427627601331&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/8950268427627601331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/8950268427627601331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/07/losing-patience-need-vacation.html' title='Losing Patience.  Need a Vacation.'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-5835029629409379659</id><published>2007-07-05T12:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T13:56:16.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexual selection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Questions From My Wife V: Color Evolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/100best/images/multi1_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/100best/images/multi1_main.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What is the point of hair and eyes coming in different colors? I get the evolutionary reason for different skin shades, but not the hair and eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the genetics of skin color is very complex and is not yet fully understood.  So far 4 genes regulating skin color have been identified, and there may be more yet to be found.  There are a few theories for the diversity of skin color, such as the balance between avoiding exposure to ultraviolet radiation and production of Vitamin D.  Darker skin has the advantage of blocking UV rays and reduced instances of skin cancer due to increased presence of melanin, but lighter skin lets in more light, which is crucial for the formation of vitamin D.  Thus areas with less direct light, such as around the poles, have lighter pigmented skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, many scientists view this idea as too simplistic, as it has obvious flaws.  People living in the same latitudes -- the Australian aborigines and the Amazonian tribes; the Inuits and the Swedes -- have widely varying skin coloration.  Plus most cancers are rarely factors in evolution -- most cellular damage is done far past prime reproductive age.  Even Darwin didn't think natural selection had anything to with geographic variations of beauty traits.  Current theories are returning to the viewpoint of Darwin and suggesting the evolution of skin color has more to do with sexual choice and picking partners by physical traits that happen to be socially important, but not much else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions behind variations of eye and hair color are very similar to this.  Sure, it could have happened for a reason.  Legitimate scientific evidence exists that suggests the color of the iris shapes the ability to see in certain light conditions.  But while it is more comforting to assume natural selection is involved, it seems more likely that it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexual selection is a complicated theory, and not only attributed by Darwin to be the basis of racial differences, but also the general hairlessness of humans and possibly the creation of humor, music, and art.  One theory by John Maynard Smith suggests that the human brain was created to its cumbersome levels by sexual selection -- very much like the plumage of a male peacock.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-5835029629409379659?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/5835029629409379659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=5835029629409379659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/5835029629409379659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/5835029629409379659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/07/questions-from-my-wife-v-color.html' title='Questions From My Wife V: Color Evolution'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-3303198087177224855</id><published>2007-06-01T09:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T09:39:40.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demographics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lab'/><title type='text'>Outnumbered?</title><content type='html'>Two new techs from China were hired today, bringing the ratio of Chinese to American workers in this lab to 4:3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely more disturbing, the ratio of women to men is now 6:1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-3303198087177224855?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/3303198087177224855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=3303198087177224855&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/3303198087177224855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/3303198087177224855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/06/outnumbered.html' title='Outnumbered?'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-3907124235487144725</id><published>2007-05-31T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:19:22.857-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Apathy: A Very Short One Act</title><content type='html'>[A man walks up to a house and pushes the doorbell.  He's familiar with this area -- he's lived there for nearly a year, but still doesn't know many of the neighbors.  He waits, impatiently looking at his watch as he notices he'll be slightly late for a dentist appointment.  A small Jack Russell Terrier rushes to the glass storm door, followed by a partially dressed 3 year old girl.  Moments later, a tall woman in a pink robe and not much else appears.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Hi, I think we found your golden retriever this morning.  I called the vet on her tag, she told us it belonged to this address."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I stuck her in my fenced-in backyard just down the road on ---- Drive."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;Man: "My wife is still there so you can go pick her up whenever if you'd like."&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Oh, no.  You can just let her out.  She roams the neighborhood."&lt;br /&gt;Man:  "Oh.  Alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Man walks back to his car, shakes his head confusedly, and drives away.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-3907124235487144725?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/3907124235487144725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=3907124235487144725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/3907124235487144725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/3907124235487144725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/05/apathy-very-short-one-act.html' title='Apathy: A Very Short One Act'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-2842024029839361842</id><published>2007-05-22T12:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:12:03.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sesame street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>Questions From My Wife IV: Quickies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forward-moving.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/Question%20Mark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.forward-moving.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/Question%20Mark.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of quick hits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why does it make you sleepy to be warm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This basically has to do with the human body's response to overexertion.  Increased body temperatures have a tendency to "cook" tissues, so the autonomic nervous system activates a fatigue or tired response.  This makes you slow down to hopefully decrease your body temperature to normal levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When did Sesame Street establish that Snuffleupagus was real and not a figment of Big Bird's imagination?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloysius Snuffleupagus was finally revealed to the adults on November 18, 1985.  Apparently, according to Wikipedia, "Snuffy's performer, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_P._Robinson" title="Martin P. Robinson"&gt;Martin P. Robinson&lt;/a&gt;, revealed that Snuffy was finally introduced to the main human cast mainly due to a string of high profile and sometimes graphic stories of pedophila and sexual abuse of children on shows such as &lt;i&gt;60 Minutes&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;20/20&lt;/i&gt;. The writers felt that by having the adults refuse to believe Big Bird despite the fact that he was telling the truth, they were scaring children into thinking that their parents would not believe them if they had been sexually abused and that they'd just be better off remaining silent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I get a sinus headache when it's rainy/muggy out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently if you don't have a sinus infection, you can't really have a sinus headache.  What you're experiencing is probably a migraine.  Very little is known about this condition (sorry) but sufferers are often hypersensitive to a variety  of internal and extrenal stimuli (certain foods, hormonal conditions, stress, and even weather conditions).  High humidity and low barometric pressure have been shown to induce the headaches in a large number of migraine sufferers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, sports fans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-2842024029839361842?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/2842024029839361842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=2842024029839361842&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/2842024029839361842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/2842024029839361842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/05/questions-from-my-wife-iv-quickies.html' title='Questions From My Wife IV: Quickies'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-7962481510091902868</id><published>2007-05-10T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T10:24:59.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Freedom Isn't Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newburycomics.com/images/bmh/BU/103-868398NEWBU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.newburycomics.com/images/bmh/BU/103-868398NEWBU.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/10/sports/baseball/10stadium.html?_r=1&amp;ref=sports&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, during the 7th inning stretch of all Yankees games, the ushers run chains down all the aisles to prevent people from getting up while they play "God Bless America."  I understand that as a privately-held company, the Yankees are pretty much allowed to do whatever they want in their stadium.  But when people demand forced patriotism, I believe that's taking it one step too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article mentions that the Red Sox and other teams encourage ushers to do similar things, but I don't recall anything like this at Fenway Park the last few times I've been.  Besides, I would guess a few hundred people had standing-room-only tickets, so we had no choice but to wander about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another reason to hate the Yanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-7962481510091902868?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/7962481510091902868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=7962481510091902868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/7962481510091902868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/7962481510091902868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/05/freedom-isnt-free.html' title='Freedom Isn&apos;t Free'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-1520328458545332599</id><published>2007-04-11T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T09:59:58.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pants store'/><title type='text'>It Took Me A While Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday, April 6, ~7:00 PM -- Traveling to a family member's art opening in Leeds, AL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie: Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Valerie: The &lt;a href="http://www.pantsstore.com/"&gt;Pants Store&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Valerie: They're having a tent sale.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?  Oh....   Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-1520328458545332599?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/1520328458545332599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=1520328458545332599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/1520328458545332599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/1520328458545332599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-took-me-while-too.html' title='It Took Me A While Too'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-2604994782308743028</id><published>2007-04-09T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T10:00:57.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Questions From My Wife III: Take Me Out to the Jock Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/img/amg/pop_albums/8/5/g/d85945i0agi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/img/amg/pop_albums/8/5/g/d85945i0agi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago last Thursday, a group of us went to see the local minor league baseball team take on their major league counterparts at the end of spring training.  I learned many things:&lt;br /&gt;1)  Baseball is kinda boring if you don't have a beer and/or hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;2)  I'm not cool because I don't have a strap on my sunglasses so I can wear them backwards around my neck.  Actually, I was probably already not cool because I got my sunglasses from a dollar store.&lt;br /&gt;3)  People-watching at stadiums comes second maybe to airports, but it's still pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;4)  We've run out of sporting event music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This directly ties in with the third question from my wife: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there still people out there recording jock jams? If so, why do they still play "Are You Ready for This" (alternate choice - "Everybody Dance Now") all the time? Were we in high school at the artistic peak of the jock jame genre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;In high school, due to copius supplies of pep rallies, I believe that our bodies and minds were subjugated to higher quantities of the jock jam.  We saw countless little bitchy girls get thrown in the air to songs ranging from "It Takes Two (To Make A Thing Go Right and/or Out Of Sight)" to "Rock and Roll Part 2" (or "Hey, We Beat The Hell Out Of You Cause We're Awesome So Suck It").  So maybe one answer is that we're not around high school gymnasiums as much as we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you do have a point.  Looking at the track listings for ESPN Presents Jock Jams, Volumes &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/ESPN-Presents-Jock-Jams-1/dp/B000000HKM"&gt;One&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/ESPN-Presents-Jock-Jams-2/dp/B000000HLB/ref=pd_bxgy_m_text_b/103-0352225-5208603"&gt;Two&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/ESPN-Presents-Jock-Jams-3/dp/B000000HMA/ref=pd_sim_m_2/103-0352225-5208603"&gt;Three&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/ESPN-Presents-Jock-Jams-4/dp/B00000AEHT/ref=pd_sim_m_2/103-0352225-5208603"&gt;Four&lt;/a&gt;, and even &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jock-Jams-Vol-Various-Artists/dp/B00000JNKJ/ref=pd_sim_m_4/103-0352225-5208603"&gt;Five&lt;/a&gt; reveals the extremely rigorous process a song must go through to be denoted a jam of jock.  But seriously, they were really stretching there on volume 5.... "Ray of Light"?  Usher?  Actually, I have no idea what makes a song escape Billboard's Top 40 to be a tried and true "jock jam."  Are there any hits from the last 5 years that are played with reasonable frequency at professional ballpark?  Maybe "Hey Ya", but it's getting really close to that 5-year threshold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the deal?  Are people not recording jock jams anymore?  Or are announcers too far out of the loop to play anything modern?  My guess is that there's a little bit of both.  House music just isn't as fashionable as it was in the early 90s.  Current songwriters have abandoned exploring what particular dance steps one must undertake to create the Tootsie Roll.  Also, I think all the stadiums just have those 5 discs on shuffle.  Why mess with what works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-2604994782308743028?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/2604994782308743028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=2604994782308743028&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/2604994782308743028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/2604994782308743028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/04/questions-from-my-wife-iii-take-me-out.html' title='Questions From My Wife III: Take Me Out to the Jock Jam'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-1972810866633343702</id><published>2007-03-26T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T09:28:14.682-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Questions From My Wife II: Sussudio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/2/20/Phil_Collins_Sussudio.jpg/200px-Phil_Collins_Sussudio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/2/20/Phil_Collins_Sussudio.jpg/200px-Phil_Collins_Sussudio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is "Su Sussudio"? Why do I hate it so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sussudio&lt;/span&gt; is a horrible horrible song written by Phil Collins and released on his 1985 album &lt;i&gt;No Jacket Required&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://www.risa.co.uk/sla/song.php?songid=15548"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; you can find the lyrics and wonder to yourself how this man ever made it as a songwriter.  Basically, he just sings about how he as a young man longs for an older woman named Sussudio.  Over and over.  For some reason, this made it to the top of the Billboard charts.  But, to give you an idea of what the hell people were thinking in 1985, it followed Bryan Adams' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt; and preceded Duran Duran's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A View To A Kill&lt;/span&gt;.  True fact: everyone buying music at that time was on some form of cocaine.  To further illustrate this point, the lead character in American Psycho alludes to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sussudio&lt;/span&gt; as a "personal favorite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to why you hate it, I have a few potential answers:&lt;br /&gt; 1)  It has no story.  It's a pop music version of asking someone to go out with them so many times they finally say ok.&lt;br /&gt; 2)  It's really about a man's love for a horse.  Phil Collins got the name Sussudio from one of his daughter's horses.&lt;br /&gt; 3)  Phil Collins has a whiny voice and stole the main chord progression from Prince's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1999&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; 4)  It makes no sense.  Are we supposed to get that Sussudio is someone's name?  True fact #2: I can guarantee that it is, in actuality, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one's&lt;/span&gt; name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-1972810866633343702?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/1972810866633343702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=1972810866633343702&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/1972810866633343702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/1972810866633343702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/03/questions-from-my-wife-ii-sussudio.html' title='Questions From My Wife II: Sussudio'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-3408145961934606656</id><published>2007-03-15T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T15:09:36.483-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007 ncaa picks'/><title type='text'>NCAA picks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/bb/Fungi_bracket_reduced.jpg/250px-Fungi_bracket_reduced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/bb/Fungi_bracket_reduced.jpg/250px-Fungi_bracket_reduced.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before anyone accuses me of making this up after a few games have started, I assure you that I already went through them to make picks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://games.espn.go.com/tcmen/entry?entryID=512926"&gt;http://games.espn.go.com/tcmen/entry?entryID=512926&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I have Texas over Kansas in the final.  Let's see how awesome I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, that's a bracket fungus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: Absolutely un-awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-3408145961934606656?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/3408145961934606656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=3408145961934606656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/3408145961934606656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/3408145961934606656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/03/ncaa-picks.html' title='NCAA picks...'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-7772313744710965478</id><published>2007-03-14T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T11:00:06.281-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Questions From My Wife I: Hair Loss?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tgfolk.net/sites/gtg/hair_root.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 501px; height: 438px;" src="http://www.tgfolk.net/sites/gtg/hair_root.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A brief intro: My wife likes to ask me questions about anything and everything that pops into her head.  I don't mind; she's pretty good about me staring at her with a confused look and no answer in sight.  I'lluse this forum as an outlet on attempting to come up with a decent answer for her.  And if anyone else has any questions they'd enjoy watching me fumble around on for a few paragraphs, feel free to drop a comment. --G&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You always complain about how much I shed. Why does the hair on some people's heads fall out more often than other people's, but they are not going bald?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Before answering this one, let me give the readers a quick overview of my living condition.  I cohabitate with one black cat, one shaggy mutt, and one long-haired wife.  It seems as if there is a constant struggle to keep stray hairs off of the bathroom sink and out of the kitchen.  I'm constantly finding long dark hairs on my clothing and have recently begun finding them at work attached to my lab coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question is, where does she keep coming up with new hairs without going bald, and how can we somehow package this and sell it to 40-something execs in sports cars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average, the human head contains between 120,000 to 150,000 hairs growing from follicles -- pockets of cells designed to grow individual hairs.  This process, like many in the body, takes place in the form of a cycle.  First, the hair grows and divides within the follicle, in a process very similar to mitosis.  Next, a cellular signal is given and the hair stops being made, and the root is pushed closer to the tissue surface.  This is where the hair will fall out.  However, the bulb still remains connected to its original location via a series of small nerves and will return to grow another hair in the course of a few months.  This cycle can take anywhere from months to years depending on the location, care, and other environmental factors.   For instance, eyebrows only take 3-4 months to complete a cycle, whereas it can take scalp hair 3-4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The matter close at hand is it seems like the more hair you have, the more you will lose.  Obviously, the longer it is, the more noticeable it is.  People lose, on average, around 100 strands of hair a day.  Why you don't go bald from it is another issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baldness, or alopecia, isn't well understood.  One factor may involve slowing of the hair's growth stage, leading to normal hair loss without rigorous replenishment.  This is a reason why chemotherapy leads to hair loss.  Cancer drugs keep cells from dividing, and this includes the production of new hair.  In addition, the male androgen hormones (testosterone) seem to deplenish hair growth, while female hormones such as estrogen are protectants.  Thus, when women have low estrogen levels postpartum or postmenopause, extreme hair loss can occur, similar to male-pattern baldness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, losing hair is normal.  I should just get over it.  Interestingly, in my research I found a few theories on why baldness happens in evolutionary terms.  Apparently, in gorillas, a large forehead is considered a sign of maturity.  The apes with the largest foreheads were seen as the most attractive.  Others claim that's it's just a normal process of going from hairy ape to naked man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't despair, balding men.  Blame your ancient ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-7772313744710965478?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/7772313744710965478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=7772313744710965478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/7772313744710965478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/7772313744710965478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/03/questions-from-my-wife-i-hair-loss.html' title='Questions From My Wife I: Hair Loss?'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-6154442067988530472</id><published>2007-03-14T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:49:47.541-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beefs'/><title type='text'>Americans Hate Eastern Europe</title><content type='html'>The wife and I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Illusionist&lt;/span&gt; last night via Amazon Unbox download into the Tivo.  (Quick sidebar: if anyone out there has a Tivo service hooked up to a fast-speed wireless connection, Amazon is giving you $15 to try out their new PPV delivery service.  Check it out.)  Anyway, solid thumbs in the middle 3 stars from me to the movie, but what really bothers me is a trend common in many period flicks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the characters have British accents when they're not British?  Does this seem odd to anyone else?  They don't do this for any movies besides ones set in Europe.  Is it because an Austrian accent would detract from the dialogue?  Then why do an accent at all?  You don't see American accents on movies set in Mexico.  (Are there any American movies set in Mexico?)  What about other countries?  Do they do this in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dr. Zhivago&lt;/span&gt;?  It's been 10 years since I've seen it.  Are there others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my beef of the day.  Feel free to comment if you can enlighten me on any of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in the next few weeks, I'll be featuring a new segment on The State of Upheaval.  My wife has questions, I try to answer them.  We'll see how long it takes me to give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-6154442067988530472?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/6154442067988530472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=6154442067988530472&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/6154442067988530472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/6154442067988530472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/03/americans-hate-eastern-europe.html' title='Americans Hate Eastern Europe'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-3220672152907047321</id><published>2007-02-23T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T13:56:11.402-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Gender in Cancer Science.  Two quick points for discussion on a boring Friday afternoon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wellesley.edu/PublicAffairs/WellesleyWeek/Archive/2006/breast_cancer_ribbon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.wellesley.edu/PublicAffairs/WellesleyWeek/Archive/2006/breast_cancer_ribbon.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been known for a while now that increased exercise decreases &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; breast cancer risk.  However, in the January 2007 edition of &lt;i&gt;Cancer Epidemiology &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Biomarkers&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Prevention&lt;/i&gt; (I'm sure everyone here has a subscription), a group of German researchers discovered that only household activity had a significant effect on breast cancer risk.  Occupational and recreational exercise made absolutely no difference.  The study looked at over 200,000 women of varying ages, demographics, and nationality, so it's hard to really argue with many of their methods.  And, like many Epidemiology studies, don't really give an explanation as to why this could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing seems fishy to me, as I don't see why mopping floors would have an different effect on the body, then say, walking up stairs.  Maybe it's the cleaning product?  And I'm not sure it has much to do with the male-dominated science industry -- the main author on the study is a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note of issue is the recent news that Merck will stop lobbying for mandatory support of its new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HPV&lt;/span&gt; vaccine, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gardasil&lt;/span&gt;.  Human &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;papillomavirus&lt;/span&gt; has many subtypes, but the sexually transmitted kind has been linked to cervical cancer.  Merck seems to be afraid of the fundamentalist backlash -- getting this vaccine would, of course, only encourage young women to engage in promiscuous sex, as there would no longer be any reason not to.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Never mind&lt;/span&gt; the fact that this may prevent nearly 7,000 women a year from getting cervical cancer (note: this is my own rough number, figuring % vaccine success and # of new cases/year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any reason I'm missing as to why you wouldn't you give your daughter an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HPV&lt;/span&gt; vaccine?  Why don't elected governmental representatives have the courage to stand up for what's right?  If this was a vaccine for a male-dominated disease, would the government treat it differently?  Though it's really unfair that increased sexually activity seems to diminish the prostate cancer risk.  Girls get it rough sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-3220672152907047321?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/3220672152907047321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=3220672152907047321&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/3220672152907047321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/3220672152907047321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/02/gender-in-cancer-science-two-quick.html' title='Gender in Cancer Science.  Two quick points for discussion on a boring Friday afternoon.'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-8324002544910851676</id><published>2007-02-19T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T15:52:43.537-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>FOOD: Lentil and Sweet Potato Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/124/377055165_777373a9cf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 193px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/124/377055165_777373a9cf_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I modified this recipe from Real Simple magazine.  Pretty tasty.  Since lentils are so small and have a relatively high surface area, the dried beans take less than an hour to cook and soaking isn't necessary.  Just spill them out on a cookie sheet for a quick rinse and to make sure that you didn't get any pebbles or chunks of dirt.  The original recipe called for fresh thyme and basil, but i didn't have any and used half the amount of dried herbs.  If anything, increase the amount of the sweet potatoes.  they're the best part.  Good with beer and cornbread, as shown in Figure 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="item_body" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;                              &lt;core:ifnotequal object1=""&gt;4 &lt;/core:ifnotequal&gt;leeks, white and light green parts only&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;core:ifnotequal object1=""&gt;1 &lt;/core:ifnotequal&gt;bunch kale&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;core:ifnotequal object1=""&gt;1 &lt;/core:ifnotequal&gt;tablespoon olive oil&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;core:ifnotequal object1=""&gt;1 &lt;/core:ifnotequal&gt;28-ounce can whole tomatoes, drained (Not sure if i drained this or not.  Can't see how a little tomato juice would hurt anything.)&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;core:ifnotequal object1=""&gt;6 &lt;/core:ifnotequal&gt;cups water (for maximum tastiness, I used half water and half veggie broth)&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;core:ifnotequal object1=""&gt;2 &lt;/core:ifnotequal&gt;sweet potatoes, peeled and cut into a 1/2-inch dice&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;core:ifnotequal object1=""&gt;1/2 &lt;/core:ifnotequal&gt;cup brown lentils&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;core:ifnotequal object1=""&gt;1/2 &lt;/core:ifnotequal&gt;tablespoon dried leaves&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tablespoon dried basil&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;core:ifnotequal object1=""&gt;2 &lt;/core:ifnotequal&gt;teaspoons kosher salt&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;core:ifnotequal object1=""&gt;1/4 &lt;/core:ifnotequal&gt;teaspoon black pepper&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;core:ifnotequal object1=""&gt;&lt;/core:ifnotequal&gt;&lt;core:ifnotequal object1=""&gt;1/4 &lt;/core:ifnotequal&gt;cup (1 ounce) grated  Parmesan (optional)&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;!-- RECIPE INSTRUCTIONS --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="item_body"&gt; Slice each leek in half lengthwise, then slice each half into 1/4-inch-thick half-moons (about 2 cups). Place in a large bowl of cold water and swish to remove any grit. Drain and pat dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove the stems from the kale. Stack the leaves on top of one another and slice them crosswise into 1/2-inch-wide strips; you'll need 3 cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat the oil in a saucepan over medium heat. Add the leeks and cook for 3 minutes. Add the tomatoes and cook, breaking them up with a spoon, for 5 minutes. Add the water and bring to a boil. Stir in the kale, sweet potatoes, lentils, thyme, salt, pepper, and basil (if using). Simmer until the lentils are tender, about 30 minutes. Spoon into individual bowls. Sprinkle with the Parmesan (if using).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves: one metric ton.  If you need to freeze it, omit the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-8324002544910851676?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/8324002544910851676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=8324002544910851676&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/8324002544910851676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/8324002544910851676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/02/food-lentil-and-sweet-potato-soup.html' title='FOOD: Lentil and Sweet Potato Soup'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/124/377055165_777373a9cf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-3936276045406084442</id><published>2007-02-05T14:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T15:01:50.001-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Still no baking soda volcanoes.  (Science fair part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hobbyscience.com/images/volcanodisp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.hobbyscience.com/images/volcanodisp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So day #2 didn't take long.  The winners from last week, along with winners from another school presented their topics with a 10-12 minute Powerpoint presentation.  I was in the Physical science category, and got to see some diverse projects from the effects of fly ash in concrete to effects of antioxidants on cholesterol.  I was pretty impressed for the most part.  How many times in high school did any of you have to present results to a panel of 2-3 scientists?  I would have had some pretty bad jitters, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were in and out in about an hour with a few breaks to jam free chicken salad sandwiches and Baked Lays down my pie hole.  These private school kids know how to host an event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing got me thinking about how much I enjoy teaching.  I loved giving the kids pointers on how to approach certain problems.  And that it's okay not to know the answer to a question.  You just have to have a decent idea of how to find the answer.  I'm not sure I would be the best in a classroom situation for that very reason.  Too many open book tests.  But I may try to start tutoring at some point, possibly when I feel comfortable enough in my current job that I could sacrifice a few hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-3936276045406084442?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/3936276045406084442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=3936276045406084442&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/3936276045406084442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/3936276045406084442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/02/still-no-baking-soda-volcanoes-science.html' title='Still no baking soda volcanoes.  (Science fair part II)'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-8216937797641059836</id><published>2007-01-29T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T11:45:34.493-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>I was disappointed that no one created a civilization in a tooth.  (Science fair part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scienceblogs.com/worldsfair/upload/2006/08/310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://scienceblogs.com/worldsfair/upload/2006/08/310.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Thursday, I was invited to  a local private school, in order to help judge their annual science fair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was never really into these growing up, but I jumped at the chance to meet other postdocs in the community.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus, I figured I could help encourage some young local science minds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I enjoyed science as a child, but never had much help coming up with good ideas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I only did two – as they were mandatory in the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade – and neither was well thought out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of them involved growing sweet potatoes in water under various colors of light bulbs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mostly they just rotted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the other, I constructed a maze in a shoe box and watched if a small viney plant could work its way through to the light opening at the end.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kinda cool, but no real experiment here – it either would or wouldn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or in my case, it just died midway through.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Nevertheless, I had hope that the scientists of the future would have better luck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The entries were divided up into 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade, Junior (6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;-8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grades), and Senior (9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;-11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;) and further divided up by category. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I took Behavioral and Social Science as it seemed that this was a reluctant category to judge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And soon I found out why.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Doing a science project is mandatory.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if you don’t/can’t/shouldn’t do science, then you make your classmates fill out surveys and throw something together for the Behavioral and Social Science category.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What effects do different types of music have on test taking?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not many.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Does ESP work?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Probably not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, do you want to see all of this stuff I found on the internet about the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stroop_effect"&gt;Stroop test&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not particularly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;For the first year, students stood by their posters while the judges went around giving them scores on various categories.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And for the most part, they weren’t that bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My main problem is that, at least for the large surveys they conducted, the students didn’t extrapolate much good information from them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One guy in the Senior level collected a massive amount of surveys (~100) on other students’ sleep schedules.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He thusly concluded that his fellow students woke up earlier on weekdays rather than weekends. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Shocking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But he not only gathered information on waking time, but also what time students typically went to bed, and whether or not they felt rested during the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It wouldn’t have been much more work to do a quick check to see what percentage of people who claim to be tired in class also go to bed after &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="2"&gt;2 AM&lt;/st1:time&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You know, something moderately interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After asking him about this, he just stared at me, confused.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But not all of them were bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One student looked if different colored paper had any effect on the ability to take math tests.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Another found that people are more likely to memorize an object with a smell if they are not related.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example, more people remembered the smell of chocolate associated with an iron than with a mug.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My only guess is that the test subjects had to try harder.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Basically, if you had a good idea and some kind of conclusion, you did pretty well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;To get a break from the sameness of the survey club, I also judged the Junior Environmental Science category.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Beyond a girl that grew carrots in sand under different amounts of light (I had a soft spot in my heart for that one) and a guy that found info on biofuels on the internet and glued them to a board, not much was there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The winner, however, collected hundreds of cans on the side of the road and discovered that an overwhelming majority were from beer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In soda, a huge percentage was Mountain Dew and there was surprisingly little littered Diet drinks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was an interesting idea that was missing just a few things to get a “Best of Show” prize.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So what I did get out of this day?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, sore feet and a so-so lunch for one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it was very refreshing to see kids that really got excited about their projects.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I get bogged down with my own, and I couldn’t help but get refueled by their enthusiasm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  So what's next?  Regionals.  Powerpoint.  This Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Expect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Part II -- The Reckoning&lt;/span&gt; soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-8216937797641059836?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/8216937797641059836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=8216937797641059836&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/8216937797641059836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/8216937797641059836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-disappointed-that-no-one-created.html' title='I was disappointed that no one created a civilization in a tooth.  (Science fair part I)'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-2491694913871445696</id><published>2007-01-22T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T13:57:41.286-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libertarian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Hey, we still have rights, don't we?  I hear they're unalienable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.archives.gov/exhibits/featured_documents/magna_carta/images/magna_carta_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.archives.gov/exhibits/featured_documents/magna_carta/images/magna_carta_thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I may have hypocritical wacko viewpoints sometimes, I'll be the first to admit.  I tend to lean socially liberal and financially conservative -- a prototypical libertarian viewpoint on government in society.  But even acknowledging my own wacko nature, I really don't see how any American can let some things stand.  Last week, our very own Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez, who really ought to know a bit about the Constitution, declared that "&lt;a href="http://thinkprogress.org/2007/01/19/gonzales-habeas/"&gt;there is no express grant of habeas [corpus] in the Constitution.&lt;/a&gt;"  Habeas corpus is basically the right of the individual to not be unnecessarily jailed by a governing body.  Article 1, section 9 of the US Constitution declares "the privilege of the writ of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;habeas corpus&lt;/span&gt; shall not be suspended, unless when in cases of rebellion or invasion the public safety may require it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Gonzalez argues (against Republican senator Arlen Specter, mind you) that while the Constitution guarantees that habeus corpus cannot be taken away, it never actually grants it to the citizens.  Now, this is a bit ridiculous and Specter doesn't fall for it, but it seems very reminescent of debate team practice.  Find an argument, no matter how dumb, and defend it until you're blue-faced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, this is exactly the problem of government.  It seems as if many of the people are jumping into it because they enjoy the debates and the procedures, but don't really care what they're fighting for.  Even if it's just semantics, what is our Republican-nominated Attorney general speaking out against individual rights?  How does this help anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another right-related matter, a San Mateo, CA woman is &lt;a href="http://origin.insidebayarea.com/localnews/ci_5036511"&gt;being ordered&lt;/a&gt; to remove messages from her home's roof, garage, and yard or face up to $5,000 in fines.  While I find her opinions to be a tad nutty (filled with scripture and anti-government diatribes about witchcraft), I'm a bit conflicted about how I feel.  It seems like she's not hurting anyone around her, except for maybe in the property value department.  I do have to admire her devotion, though.  There's no way I would climb on top of my roof with a can of paint to write anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-2491694913871445696?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/2491694913871445696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=2491694913871445696&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/2491694913871445696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/2491694913871445696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-we-still-have-rights-dont-we-i-hear.html' title='Hey, we still have rights, don&apos;t we?  I hear they&apos;re unalienable.'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-5525447293683810362</id><published>2007-01-13T13:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:11:39.528-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>At least they still have hydrant urination to fall back on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nature.com/neuro/journal/v10/n1/images/nn1819-F1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 236px;" src="http://www.nature.com/neuro/journal/v10/n1/images/nn1819-F1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can humans track smells as well as dogs?  You wouldn't think so, but a recent study has shown that we might have similar abilities in this regard.  As least in tracking a chocolate scent.  Basically, the researchers at UC Berkeley found that 2/3 of undergraduates (interestingly enough, slightly more men than women -- but this may not be statistically relevant) were able to follow a ~10 meter chocolate scent trail in a field.  The back-and-forth motion followed, as shown in the picture, is comparable to a hunting dog's path in tracking prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusing to me, the picture of the guy on his honches was the cover to the most recent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nature Neuroscience&lt;/span&gt; journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, because I haven't been able to figure out how exactly to post videos to the blog, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9QwfptedZc&amp;amp;eurl="&gt;here's a link&lt;/a&gt; to the the methodology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-5525447293683810362?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/5525447293683810362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=5525447293683810362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/5525447293683810362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/5525447293683810362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/01/at-least-they-still-have-hydrant.html' title='At least they still have hydrant urination to fall back on.'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-902435801613981085</id><published>2007-01-12T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T12:38:02.858-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbass'/><title type='text'>Hungry Like the Wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070112/ap_on_re_us/wolf_hunting"&gt;News&lt;/a&gt;: Idaho governor calls for the eradication of all but 100 of the state's wolf population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good idea because, as many people don't know, Idaho has an inpenetrable fence surrounding it and due to advancements in satellite technology, wildlife officials can pinpoint individual animals from space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-902435801613981085?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/902435801613981085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=902435801613981085&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/902435801613981085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/902435801613981085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/01/hungry-like-wolf.html' title='Hungry Like the Wolf'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-2280868198500996753</id><published>2007-01-10T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T15:44:18.086-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>BOOKS: Under The Tuscan Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0767900383?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=gregspageofbo-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=0767900383"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 147px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0767900383.01._AA_SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=gregspageofbo-20&amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;a=0767900383" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important; display: none;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;It's truly unfortunate when you're halfway through writing a memoir and run out of things to say.  Frances Mayes, a creative-writing professor from San Francisco, tells of life in Italy from a egotistical, liberal guilt-filled perspective.  The first half of this book was fascinating, as she details each step in purchasing and fixing up a new house  in Tuscany, a northern region of Italy containing the cities of Pisa and Florence.  I loved reading every bit of the work it took the author and her husband to find and buy  house, with very little grasp of the language.  The work it took to update the plumbing and structure was tiring just to read.  I have no idea what it is to live in a place that has been cultivated and improved for over two thousand years.   Great stone walls were built, wells were dug, and whole rooms were completely refurbished.  She all-too-briefly details the stresses of finding competent contractors and the peculiarities of European real estate, the main strengths of the memoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, once they managed to get everything worked out, this book read more like a bad Christmas letter from my cousin Janet.  Relatives and friends come and go, with only first names used to describe them, almost if we should know these people already.  The second half is full of long, boring descriptions of Etruscan caves and &lt;i&gt;piazza&lt;/i&gt; after &lt;i&gt;piazza&lt;/i&gt;.  Which brings up another point - consistency in explanation.  Ms. Mayes likes to throw Italian words into her own language like we have any idea of the meaning.  While she translates some and a few are obvious based on context, the majority of the expressions are just floated out there.  Perhaps she is trying to put us in her shoes, but I'm not trying to live in a place where I barely understand the language.  To top it off, the book concluded with a few charts to help convert old recipes to new kitchens (example: a "very hot" oven is about 450 degrees).  But the book contained only a few pages of recipes to begin with, and the charts were certainly not necessary in understanding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a promising start, with a let-down of a second half.  I wish that it didn't have such overwhelming pro-Italy biases throughout to give us a fair view of what it is like to summer in Tuscany.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-2280868198500996753?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/2280868198500996753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=2280868198500996753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/2280868198500996753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/2280868198500996753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/01/books-under-tuscan-sun.html' title='BOOKS: Under The Tuscan Sun'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-7480937780311305807</id><published>2007-01-08T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T16:37:21.023-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superman'/><title type='text'>Up, Up, and To A Higher Tax Bracket!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://superman.ws/fos/thescreen/tv1/kent.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 187px;" src="http://superman.ws/fos/thescreen/tv1/kent.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind wanders from time to time, but a question popped into my head today and deserved an answer: Is it really in Superman's best interest to be a newpaper reporter?  Maybe writing for a big-city metropolis paper was his lifetime goal, but isn't it everyone's duty to find an occupation most suited to one's individual talents?  And it's in everyone's best interests that Superman has a well-paying job so he isn't corrupted by financial contributions from Lex Luthor and the like.  For all those who say that Superman's morals are too high to be corrupted, let's be serious here.  If he's stuck in a shabby studio apartment eating Ramen noodles and cold coffee, Superman will be eyeing that blank check from LexCorp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my experiment, I'm using Yahoo's HotJobs to calculate salaries, assuming Metropolis has a roughly equivalent economy to Chicago.  With this, I'll keep in mind time required (Metropolis may have an endless supply of telephone booths, but it won't matter if you're stuck behind a desk), personal satisfaction, and fringe benefits.  According to HotJobs, starting reporters in the Chicago area make roughly $30,000, progressing to almost 50,000 after a few years of service.  Couple this with the many hours at a word processor and demanding deadlines, and I don't think ol' Kal-El will have much time tracking down rogue missles or foiling bank heists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play career counselor for the comics.  What else could he do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Welder - base salary of ~$35,000 to 55,000.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, the money's closer, but just think about how much happier he could be working with his hands (eyes?).  And what about the efficiency of working near tall buildings?  I'm sure half his day is spent saving careless construction workers anyway.  Plus there's the added bonus of owning your own business to schedule appointments around global catastrophes.  Or there's always the more artistic side of metal sculpture and design.  I bet "Man Of Steel" would look awesome on the side of a van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home/Building Inspector - $50,000 to 75,000&lt;br /&gt;Better pay, better cover.  Really, who would expect a home inspector to be a superhero?  And you gotta use that X-ray vision for something more than giving kids leukemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nuclear Engineer - $65,000 to 125,000&lt;br /&gt;As long as they're not mining glowing green rocks for heavy metals, he's golden.  May have a bit less downtime than the previous jobs, but there's very little risk involved when you can be shot in the eye with a bullet and walk away unscathed.  Really, what's the deal with that anyway?  Who shoots a guy in the freakin' eye?  Actually, Superman seems a little dim to me.  Not sure I'd want him manning the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Professional Football Player - $260,000 minimum salary to millions&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the big guy's best shot so far.  Plenty of money for wing expansions on the Fortress of Solitude; only have to work a few months out of the year.  Plus, most of the time you're wearing a helmet so no one can really get a good look at you.  Perfect for the secret identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So what's with the reporter gig?  We all know he's just trying to stay close to Lois Lane, but don't you think he'd win her heart wearing a nice suit and a nice place with hardwood floors and a bed that doesn't pull down from the wall?  Have some self-respect, Last Son of Krypton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-7480937780311305807?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/7480937780311305807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=7480937780311305807&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/7480937780311305807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/7480937780311305807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/01/up-up-and-to-higher-tax-bracket.html' title='Up, Up, and To A Higher Tax Bracket!'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-4632563152264423614</id><published>2007-01-04T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T13:14:56.464-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obese mouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Just because you need another reason to exercise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dife.de/de/forschung/forschungsauftrag/nzo_big_slim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 228px;" src="http://www.dife.de/de/forschung/forschungsauftrag/nzo_big_slim.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent study by a group at the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UAB&lt;/span&gt; Department of Nutrition Science claims that body composition may have an impact on the growth and spread of cancer.  Traditional views have pointed towards calorie intake as the main problem in obesity, but it seems that what the body does with these calories is the main concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first experiment, mice genetically prone to pancreatic cancer were kept at two temperatures -- the cooler the ambient temperature, more energy (as calories) is required to maintain normal body functioning -- and fed the same amount of food.  The mice kept closest to normal body temperature predictably became more obese than the other set, but also became significantly more inundated with cancer.  The mice that had to expend more energy in the cooler environment retained generally normal pancreas tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To further clarify this result, the researchers kept the mice at different temperatures, but allowed them full access to as much food as they could take in.  This would keep both sets of mice at a relatively similar body composition to show whether actual food intake or the controlled temperature had any effect on the spread of cancer.  In this scenario, the mice held at the lower temperature &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consistently&lt;/span&gt; ate more, had similar body mass, and thus had similar instances of cancer as the other group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual link between obesity and cancer is still unclear.  Leptin seems a likely candidate, as this hormone is not only involved with fat retention, but also in the induction of oxidative stress (cell damage caused by the creation of oxygen free radicals also linked to aging, neurodegenerative disease, and cancer).  As a hormone, increased leptin is supposed to tell the brain when hunger is satisfied and to stop eating.  But people suffering from obesity are resistant to its effects (much as they are similarly resistant to effects of insulin, thus the increase in occurence of type II diabetes).  More and more leptin is produced without satiating effect, wreaking havok on other systems.  The transgenic obese (ob/ob) mouse shown in the picture above has a mutation in which its brain is similarly resistant to leptin.  The cancerous mice in the study were shown to have a huge increase in internal leptin levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does all of this mean?  Well, basically, leaner bodies tend to handle calories better.  Of course, this doesn't increase drug companies' revenues or really help anyone's day-to-day lives.  Even though the research shows that caloric intake doesn't in itself cause cancer, excessive eating does lead to increased body fat, obesity, and then disease.  Though maybe lowering the thermostat a few degrees over these winter months couldn't hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219743856645467863-4632563152264423614?l=stateofupheaval.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/feeds/4632563152264423614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219743856645467863&amp;postID=4632563152264423614&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/4632563152264423614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219743856645467863/posts/default/4632563152264423614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateofupheaval.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-because-you-need-another-reason-to.html' title='Just because you need another reason to exercise.'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831702137312229678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219743856645467863.post-725635955834426703</id><published>2007-01-02T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:14:08.229-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hog jowls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Black-Eyed Peas, Hog Jowls, and Other New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brazilpostcard.com/anonovo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://brazilpostcard.com/anonovo1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, our family would always be hustled out the door on December 26&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for the annual expedition to grandparent homes.  First, we'd generally cruise down I-65 to rural Mobile county for my mother's parents, then after a few days head west to the bustling metropolis of West Monroe, Louisiana, to visit the paternal side.  Many New Year's Day celebrations were held in the home of my father's parents, with food ranging from the traditional ham, turkey, and dressing to my grandmother's famous ravioli with homemade gravy.  (A brief note: I feel I must explain that I'm not talking about  meat and two sides, chicken and biscuits gravy.  My grandmother called any kind of sauce "gravy", and in this case, was referring to tomato sauce.)  We would always have black-eyed peas and cabbage.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_eyed_pea"&gt;claims&lt;/a&gt; that the peas represent coins, but I remember that my aunts and uncles said that the peas are for good luck and the cabbage was for money.  None of this was ever questioned, of course, and all the kids were implored to "just take a bite." Assuredly we would.   Even though there are few smells worse than cabbage boiled for 4 hours, who wanted to go through the course of another year without the mystical power of soul food on your side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking with friends on New Year's Eve, it was remarked that the local &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beer and Cut Bait&lt;/span&gt; shop was advertising the availability of "hog jowls."  Never having heard of this, I assumed it was just some strange Wheeler Lake ritual.  Yet, for some this part of the pig is just as essential for New Year's feasts as the stinking pot of cabbage in my grandmother's house.  And apparently jowls are growing in popularity and &lt;a href="http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601103&amp;sid=avjIg2qtl1_s&amp;amp;refer=us"&gt;getting more expensive&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superstitions are a big part of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; celebrations.  Pretty big list &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/holidays/newyears/beliefs.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm sure everyone can find an item or two they'll do each year, perhaps without realizing it.  This brings me to the point of resolutions.  Everyone makes them, with the possible exceptions of those who resolve not to make resolutions.  Some &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diligent&lt;/span&gt; people make lists and write budgets and have no problem adhering to big ideals set upon them (by themselves).  But these people probably didn't have to make resolutions in the first place.  They're for people like me, the procrastinators and the purchasers of self-hypnosis tapes.   But this year, things change.  Slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm only making one resolution -- write more.  Writing seemed like one of those things that seemed more fun to do than it actually was.  I envied the people who could do it with seemingly little effort.  But I know it takes practice to get there.  So here it is, blog gods.  I present my offering to you.  No way to get better at it besides doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you expect from this?  A veritable and variable potluck dinner of life.  Be sure to get around the table, though, and try a bit of everything.  You don't have to eat everything, but at least try the boiled cabbage.  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