Thursday, June 9, 2011

Fatalism Beyond The Pale


My eating and drinking habits have to change to accommodate my new obsession with probiotics. I don't know why, just that I'm not getting the results I like after engaging my pursuit of this new path. As far as food is concerned my problems appear to be associated with eating too much, and eating bread can be a real drag. It's the same thing with wine in the sense that I simply can't go overboard with it or I pay, man, it gets funky. My stomach gives me a headache. Who needs that? 

I felt so uncomfortable late in the afternoon yesterday I turned on the air conditioner and went to bed. I only expected to take a nap, but I woke up after ten p.m., stayed up for a while, then went back to bed to lay there and watch the late shows for a while, and eventually woke up this morning feeling lots better. I did get up during the night and cut off the air conditioner. It was the force of my miserly habits that made me do that. If I had an overflow of expendable cash I'd leave it on 24/7 until Fall. 

We're having a local drought. It has rained all around us, but here in the coastal plains it's not happening. It doesn't affect me all that much. My fig tree and blueberry bushes are not all that happy, but my sister-in-law next door, while not distraught, is whining about how much her water bill might be at the end of the month. She has a large greenhouse and got plants galore. It's a virtual plant haven over there. 

She seems ready to pray for a tropical storm, if not a hurricane, to get some rain. We depend on tropical storms and hurricanes to bring water to our area. Otherwise, most years, we would be in a constant state of drought. Maybe be a desert. It's so sandy around here that the soil simply leaches the water out to below the reach of many local plant's root systems. 

Much of the rainfall we get from tropical weather systems is indirect. You've seen it in the satellite images. The storms strike further south in Florida and the Gulf states, and then drift up this way without all the wind. Not always though. We get direct hits from the eye of the storms that raise hell with our way of life. 

Even this morning clouds are coming in from the Atlantic into the coastal plains and sandhills west of here. I don't believe for a second they'll hang together long enough to reach here. It's just kismet. The right people aren't getting no cash donations. I'm one of them. Damn the Fates! Let the grasses die and the animals starve. That'll show 'em! '-)

This magazine article from Australia is very interesting to me. You may find it distasteful. It asks the reader if they're really gluten intolerant, and suggests they may not be, but simply uninformed. The author points out that bread in the capitalistic society has been transformed from a way to sustain life to a method of poisoning people. I find her argument very believable. 

http://nourishedmagazine.com.au/blog/articles/bread-dread-are-you-really-gluten-intolerant.

Fermentation seems to have taken on a new importance in my bare existence. The need of it seems to touch on all the stuff I run across in my new obsession. This is particularly true in probiotics. I buy these expensive pills that won't regenerate more probiotics from the last batch. I can't take the commercial kefir and use it as a starter for a new  supply like the ancient mother cultures do. I'm changing that. Why would I not?