Monthly Archives: December 2008

When You Open Your Eyes in the Morning and Wish You Hadn’t.

Hangovers hurt. You may not remember the night before, but you never forget the morning after. But can they be avoided or cured?

The transition from prince to frog brought on by one too many was first scrutinized in ancient Greece, as indeed were remedies for the condition. The usual cure — I advise hungover readers to skip the next line — was boiled cabbage, whose pungent aroma, and powerful flavor were believed to restore the senses of the most ardent Epicurean. The poet Amphis reckoned the medicine to be worse than the ailment, and suggested that it relied on its emetic qualities for its effect.

Another classical hangover remedy we might find more familiar: sleep it off. Indolence was believed to be the defining characteristic of the habitual drinker, who turned day into night and vice versa. But if you need your days, and hate cabbage, what then?

One might turn to the example of Squire Mad Jack Mytton, a 19th century eccentric and inebriate who spent his entire adult life drunk, and thus, technically, avoided hangovers. Sadly, his passion for the bottle killed him at the ripe old age of 38, “a worn-out debauchee and drivelling sot.”

A watered-down version of the Mytton therapy is to have a single drink as soon as you wake up — the so-called hair of the dog treatment. The saying dates to the time of Shakespeare, when the lexicographer Randle Cotgrave observed: “our Ale-knights often use this phrase, and say ‘give us a hair of the dog that last bit us.’” If the thought of another drink is less appealing than a mouthful of cabbage, one might follow the example of John Wilmot, earl of Rochester, libertine par excellence, who swore by sex as a hangover cure. Unfortunately, its efficacy cannot be judged from his example: Rochester only made it to 33 when a combination of syphilis and drinking took him to his grave, his youth and his wealth “blazed out … in lavish voluptuousness.

The Original Pick-Me-Up has a number of modern rivals including RU-21, formulated by Soviet scientists during the Cold War to keep their secret agents on their toes. Such magic bullets aside, however, the best treatment for a hangover is to drink water. Alcohol is a powerful diuretic, so plenty of Adam’s Ale before, during and after a binge will limit the pain and the damage.

(via nytimes.com)

Happy New Year!

Laws of Gravity, Redefined

lifeofbk

I know I’ve been on a bit of Parkour kick for my last few posts, but this is a must-see.

Using super highspeed videography, Discovery Channel’s Time Warp demonstrates how traceurs transfer energy, to avoid shattering bones with every jump.

(via 20×200) I’m too poor to buy random art, but I still love this site.

when average really sucks.

The Civics Literacy Test. Yeah sure, we all slurp watermelon and wag our flags the fourth, chant the proverbial God Bless America hymn every chance we get.  Our kids have ‘pledged allegiance to the flag’ everyday of the week since they were five.  (wow).   Yet “seventy-one percent of Americans fail the [civics literacy] test, with an overall average score of 49%.” The major conclusion: American citizens hardly understand the fundamental features of American self-government.

Guess what. I just added to the statistic.  “17 out of 33 correctly— 51.52%.I’m officially shamed.

Thank you 2003 civics literacy test for preventing  future humiliation to myself. ‘I pledge alligence’ to brush up on my knowlege of America’s history and institutions (without obligation to follow any loudspeaker’s voice.)

Groening’s take on Apple, pretty clever.

(via macrumors)

I just watched it.

Merry Christmas

mia rose.  is there anything she can’t sing?  damn.

['What Would Christmas Be Like' lyrics...because you know you want to].

What would Christmas be like without you here
I’m sitting at the bottom of the mistletoe waiting for you to come home,

What would Christmas be like without the songs
Sitting by the fire place reminiscing while we sing along..

And I always believed there’s magic on Christmas Eve
then Santa comes round, & I’m so glad we found this love we swore to keep

And we walk in the snow, letting our troubles go
to a far away place so that we embrace Christmas spirit all around and I say

Merry Merry Christmas… today

What would Christmas be like without the wait
Crowded round the presents counting minutes, even seconds till we celebrate

What would Christmas be like without the smiles
laughing with the twilight moon shining through our window room as we smile..

And I always believed there’s magic on Christmas Eve
then Santa comes round, & I’m so glad we found this love we swore to keep

And we walk in the snow, letting our troubles go
to a far away place so that we embrace Christmas spirit all around and I say

Merry Merry Christmas… today

(improvisation)

And I always believed there’s magic on Christmas Eve
then Santa comes round, & I’m so glad we found this love we swore to keep

And we walk in the snow, letting our troubles go
to a far away place so that we embrace Christmas spirit all around and I say

Merry Merry Christmas… today

Hello world!

It’s  highly doubtful that you’re as excited as I am, but my Dad always told me that it doesn’t matter what other people think…WHAAHOO for my1st blog post! Sometimes I just like to type. Write, write, write, type, type, type.  The sounds of fast fingers on the keyboard,  a room lite by the glowing of the monitor.. like right now..I think I need some tea.