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It will be another hour and a half before the Hewlett Packard unveiling of their new stuff. I am very interested to see if they will bring out their memristor memory on their new equipment. It's probably too good to be true. According to the hype it will change everything because of it's small footprint. IBM has a new form of teeny tiny memory also.
There is no telling how long it will take to get these technologies to the average consumer. After all, they're big corporations with only one thing on their mind. Money and profits. I guess there is no blame in their reticence since that is what corporations were created for originally.
It was nearly eleven o'clock before my youngest brother got through with doing what makes him feel important last night. He called to see if I still wanted to go on our almost nightly walk around the farm for a couple of miles. Why would I not go? I didn't have to get up and go to work. I don't have a job.
The temperatures were quite chilly, and I didn't bundle up enough to allay the initial penetration of the cold through my inadequate layers. It didn't last long once we got a rhythm going. Before I got back to the house my clothes were damp with perspiration.
Dressing for our walk is the most difficult skill to muster these days. I've worn four different pairs of shoes to find the right ones. "The right ones" being the shoes that hurt my feet the least. It's finally come down to the Crocs his brother-in-law suggested by buying a pair and giving them to me. Thin socks and Crocs. That's the ticket!
Odd thing is that the silver colloids I spray on my feet seems to keep them warmer. My feet actually got quite toasty from what seemed like the friction of my feet against the soles of my Crocs during our walk. It's the same thing with my other shoes and sandals.
Might be the conductivity of the nano-sized silver particles gets the heat of the blood running through my feet mo' bettah. Any way I look at it, this has got to be a good thing. Old people suffer most from cold feet. Especially arthritic cold feet. Socrates claimed his forced self-murder rose from his feet.
The silver colloids I've started using is like a ga-me to me. Mostly from using a spray bottle as the delivery system. I would almost swear that it's killing the tiny little warts on my hands that have plagued me forever. Nobody has ever noticed them enough to say something, and they're no bother to me otherwise. It's just that I've never been able to get rid of them by any method I adopted to get shed of them.
My old friend with all the medical training pointed out a spot on the calf of my leg and told me it was a cancer I oughta have removed, but when I pointed it out to two different doctors on two different occasions they told me not to worry about it, and they ignored it like it was unimportant.
The doctors' lack of concern made the spot less threatening, but it irked me simply by being there. I spray it with the silver colloids just to see what will happen. Like with the little warts, I don't expect great success in it making them go away.
The most obvious place using these silver colloids is making a difference is in my nasal and sinus passages, and in my lungs. I spritz a good squirt of mist up each nostril while clamping off the other in order to get the colloids in each nare coated with the silver particles and hopefully deep into my lungs.
When I took the proscription pills to deal with the fungi on my feet years ago (it really worked marvelously, again, after years of trying), I looked up the medicine on the internet, and the articles I read there stated that this medicine was originally designed to address the fungus that gets in people's lungs who live in swampy areas.
The Everglades in southern Florida are probably the only place in the continental United States that is swampier than the southeast Atlantic seaboard where I live. The internet articles stated that people who live in places like this have a constant problem with the fungi they can't not breathe in, and most of them don't know it.
I do, but only because I was made aware of it through my individual research. I'd never heard of such a thing before. Once I became aware that such is so, however, it crosses my mind with every little cough or cold symptom that arises. The silver colloids should help.
The old, worn lines in my old palms suggest that another intimate relationship is coming my way that will last until I croak. Maybe it will happen before it's too late.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
