It has a brisk tempo with an upbeat guitar, but at the same time it still feels leisurely. The strumming feels vaguely tropical. The rapping has a conversational quality to it. That and the folksy harmonica give the song an intimate feel. A soothing chorus. A few blasts of trumpet (?) brings the energy of nightlife to mind. This is a perfect song for relaxing, day or night. It feels like a carefree, fresh summer day.
There are many who regard the world wide web with disdain, preferring to associate it with gaming, chatrooms, and entertainment. But the web is more than that. It is the greatest library ever created.
I have always despised the taste of aspartame. Its flavor is entirely unlike that of natural sugars. Its sweetness never reaches the intensity that natural sugar does, and it takes on bitter taste when consumed in quantity. It also leaves a sickly sweet aftertaste that never entirely disappears. The first time I consumed an artificially sweetened product, a Diet Pepsi, left me nauseous.
Typically I avoid aspartame whenever possible, but it was not to be on this particular day. Some time ago I was at a party. I’m not a fan of parties, but they are a necessity to ensure that I don’t miss out on any interesting bits of information. As always, I ended up drinking a bit. My friend (or possibly acquaintance) is the self styled mix master. He decided that he would make me a raspberry martini. After making the martini, he dumped in a full packet of Raspberry Crystal Light. The packets he had dumped in were, unfortunately, 1.3 ounce (36.854 grams) packets designed to mix up a full 12 quarts of Crystal Light. All of this went into a martini that could not have been more than about 300 milliliters. The unnaturally dark fuchsia color of the martini failed to scare me away as one too many drinks had deadened my sense of caution. I downed the entire drink and all was well for the night.
Morning came, welcoming me with what I believed to be a horrible hangover. Aside from a pounding headache there was a dull pain behind my eyes along with muscle and joint aches. The eye pain disappeared after a day, but the aching in the rest of the body did not disappear for a full three days.
I found this extended “hangover” to be out of the ordinary, but it was only a few days later that I suddenly realized that it was not a hangover but aspartame poisoning. That night I had consumed over 40 grams of aspartame. Even if I weighed 200 pounds (which is around 90.718 kilograms or 91 kilograms), the FDA acceptable daily intake of aspartame of 50 milligrams per kilogram of bodyweight would allow for only around 4.55 grams. I had consumed a little over 8 times that amount in a sitting. Today there do not seem to be any side effects from the incident, but who knows.
Just an interesting anecdote about aspartame poisoning and associated symptoms.
I have never had dandruff until I started using a bottle of Pantene Shampoo. A month in, and my hair looks like the woods on a snowy evening. Horrible stuff.
Hello, 2012. My how time flies!
- Wealth is increasingly being concentrated in the hands of the few. When stepping back and looking at it all, it is as if I am living in some horrifying slave plantation, but it is not immediately obvious because everything is just colorful enough to keep me distracted. After all, slaves surely would not have air conditioning and delicious food? I remember walking into the floor of an office building. There in front of me was an endless sea of cubicles. The walls were just high and grey enough to create the perception of jail cells, yet low enough so that if the manager walked out of his office, he would be able to stare out over the sea of workers. I spoke to someone there, who wryly introduced me to her “cellmate”. Essentially, when you are an employee, you have zero control. People with no control are basically slaves. Today we use the euphemism “employee”. Just another reason to acquire the means for self sufficiency.
- The model of society is based on competition. Would it be possible to create a new model of society based on common goals? Or does human nature make this impossible. I would surely like to try something different.
I sometimes browse Fiverr to search for design and SEO services. It has now degraded into some sort of disturbing meat market, with countless users selling themselves as advertising space. This listing by dawnoctopus is probably the most troubling listing by far. Here is the description for the listing.
Kayden is 3 years old and he loves helping me with Fiverr gigs! If you order this gig, we will either print out or draw a handmade sign featuring your business, website, or any personal message that you’d like; and we’ll send you a photo of Kayden holding up the sign which you can use to promote your business. If you have specific outfit requirements or instructions, let us know! G-rated and non-mean sign contents only, please! Thank you.
First of all, does Kayden really have any clue what he’s getting himself into? He’s only three. Second of all, should any responsible parent be doing things like this? It seems like dawnoctopus is basically pimping out her adopted kid for cash. There seems to be something terribly wrong here.
On June 27, 2011 I mentioned my pessimistic outlook for the future. In the short term, I was concerned about how the debt ceiling debate was to end. About a week ago before that, China’s Dagong Global Credit Rating Co. had downgraded the U.S. credit rating. This was generally met with skepticism, but this would not have occurred without some cause. Now that S&P has followed suit, reality has set in. Gold prices shot up by about $100 an ounce as a result.
But that is all short term. In the long term, I am even more pessimistic. I am expecting an economic collapse even worse than that of the late 2000s. I believe it would be wise to convert cash and other paper assets into tangible assets such as silver and gold.
A sure way to tell when the economy is going downhill is to gauge the quality of prepared foods at the grocery store. I had purchased Ragu sauces in the past, but I got the impression that this time the sauces were dramatically watered down. The Chunky Mushroom was more like a river than a lava flow.
Months back I had wondered whether people who worked around AWACS aircraft had an elevated risk of developing cancer. I searched “awacs cancer”, and the first few results suggest that this may be the case. Working so close to such powerful electromagnetic emissions for such extended periods of time, it stands to reason that there would be a higher risk.