Monday, September 08, 2003

Saw EMAGE Ray (Last Mentioned here, I think) at the laundromat today.... He's remarried, and I guess he's spoken with Heather and Brian at least once or twice since I have. He seems to be doing well, and appears happy, healthy, and comfortable with his environment. He's a very friendly and outgoing guy, willing to gab about just about anything at all. We talked gaming, and funny to me, he's just getting into heroclix. I should give him a few of mine just so he has a fire to fan.

I was doing laundry, because Bro left on his journey this morning rather than this evening. I wonder how changed he'll be when he comes back? I look forward to writing him daily.

Hooray! I got another swell postcard from Dubai! I love getting postal mail-treats! (That reminds me, I wonder if the rerouted pantaloons made it to the final destination yet?)

Had a small amount of annoyance at work today. I’ve got a new Nick for Rhode Island. "Little Miss Busybody". Big Kahuna was away, LMB took it upon herself to try and orchestrate a lot of (what seemed to me to be) pointless changes and busywork. I have a lot of things on my plate... I don't have time or inclination to write copy and post a bunch of gross old telephones on eBay. Maybe after all the other issues get done. Upside, I got to train Newbie in how to do the advanced program, and the revised interface seems to work pretty well.

I'm still frustrated that I can't get into my big brain's skull to upgrade the sound card, but I'm not able to get the box to a screwdriver, or a screwdriver to the box. If that's my biggest worry, I'm ahead of the game though.

Stupid by Design: The next time you can't figure out how to open a door, operate a toothpaste tube, or avoid crapping in a sink, don't let anyone tell you the problem is your own stupidity. Blame the bad human factors.

Electra Woman and Dyna Girl Movies!, Don't miss the Metamorphosis Formula. I had a bit of a crush of Dyna Girl as a pipsqueak. Scary how much these old episodes remind me of current Spanish Channel comedy/drama.


The Fantastic in Art and Fiction:
Sponsored by Cornell University's Institute for Digital Collections (CIDC) this image-bank provides a visual resource for the study of the Fantastic or of the supernatural in fiction and in art. While the site emerges from a comparative literature course on the topic at Skidmore College, it is also intended to open the door to consideration of some of the constant structures and patterns of fantastic literature, and the problems they raise. In this sense, the materials presented here may find a use among students in a variety of disciplines.
Not to mention that it is just plain cool to browse through.

Including the Angels & Demons gallery:
The religious supernatural recognizes\zed a self torn between transcendent forces that fought for its possession. The Devil and his minions, the Demons, engaged in a struggle for the soul with the angels and guardian spirits. When the religious supernatural expresses the search for salvation in terms of conflict and terror it anticipates the universe of Fantastic anxiety. A particular interest in this cluster of images is the material drawn from Cornell's extensive Witchcraft collection.
Gallery of bloodletting images:
For many centuries, blood-letting was considered a tried and true remedy for certain conditions. It was recommended for fevers, inflammations, a variety of disease conditions and, ironically, for hemorrhage. Although it fell in and out of favor, it persisted into the 20th century and was even recommended by Sir William Osler in the 1923 edition his Principles and Practice of Medicine.
And don't neglect to read the leeches section.

Speaking of leeches...Wow, I'm sire to 29 other vampires. I must be getting some traffic! Some of the babies I can see are - including: LdySaphyre (6470 pints), Liliana (2388 pints), MissV (2095 pints), mixedresults (1246 pints), gilbella (1129 pints), Morgoth (303 pints), Sierina (190 pints), UnknownPersona (95 pints), DEATHBEAR (82 pints), phenrill (73 pints)

The lure of wild berries - In sweltering heat, migrants in South Florida gather the increasingly popular fruit of wild saw palmetto for its purported medicinal properties.

IMMOKALEE - Magdalena Martinez grabs a berry cluster, rattles the stalk with her gloved hand and listens as a shower of orange and green fruit pings in the bottom of a plastic container.

It's late summer, and Mexican immigrants such as Martinez are making a bundle, both figuratively and literally, harvesting one of South Florida's little-known crops: wild saw palmetto berries.

This oily, olive-like fruit has become a star among food supplements, touted for its ability to ease prostate swelling. It's particularly popular in Europe, but it fills shelves in almost every domestic health food store and pharmacy vitamin section.

A bigger future for the berry may lie in another use. Forget the prostate. We're talking receding hairlines and bald spots. It is now a main ingredient in alleged hair growth remedies you smear on your scalp. Products include Avacor and Nioxin.

Some suggest the same hormonal mechanism that supposedly aids the prostate could help those genetically predisposed to failing follicles. The herb's appeal to male vanity and virility could mean a fat future for folks who harvest and process the stuff.

"The potential demand out there for the U.S. market alone for men over 50 is great. I mean, the demand would be astronomical, just for the prostate side alone," said University of Florida economist Fritz Roka, who has studied the crop from a research center in Immokalee.

A handful of companies such as Saw Palmetto Berries Co-op of Florida Inc. in Immokalee are cashing in.

About 20 miles east of Naples, in the flatlands around Corkscrew Swamp and the Florida Panther National Wildlife Refuge, owner Greg Zaino trucks in, sorts, dries, grinds and packs millions of pounds of berries from late July to September.

Green, yellow and orange while fresh, the berries shrivel to a brittle black after kiln drying. Zaino's 22,000-square-foot corrugated steel factory is pungent as if with fermenting grapes.

For the seven years of his company's existence, Zaino has been ideally placed to profit from what had been considered little more than an indestructible nuisance plant.

Its serrated stems and rattlesnake-shading fronds win few admirers among ranchers. Cattle rarely eat it, humans love to delete it.

"You can burn it. It won't die. You can hit it with drought. It won't die. You can flood it. It won't die," Zaino said as he strolls 30 acres of mostly palmetto thicket behind his factory.

Though saw palmetto grows from South Carolina to Mississippi, it fruits bountifully and consistently only in South Florida's hot steamy summers, from about Sarasota to Miami.

Steamy it was in late August as Martinez and a crew of Mexican and Guatemalan immigrants plunged into a thicket near Immokalee.

Thick canvas gloves are key, although one teen wore yellow rubber dish washing gloves that offered scant protection against the gashing potential of the saw-toothed stalks.

Martinez wrapped a white button-down shirt around her head, knotting it under her chin. Zaino wielded a machete, warning about rattlesnakes and black racers that stalk the fields.

For pickers such as Martinez, the berries mean precious income in the slack time between jalapeno, watermelon, tomato and citrus picking seasons.

"I'm glad he buys it. It's a blessing for us," Martinez said of Zaino as she gripped a plastic bucket with one hand and a sack with the other. "He's helping us pay our rent."

Zaino estimates he buys from about 600 pickers. They are mostly freelancers who, around sunrise, will prod mechanically stubborn cars to fields near Fort Myers and Naples. Trespassing on both private and public land is a not-so-infrequent problem.

The crop is fickle. Spring rain can cause fungus rot. Something of the sort seems to have happened this year. Berries that in past years sold for 15 cents a pounds collect up to 45 cents a pound this year. But it's nothing like 1995, as a gold-rush-style fever gripped the community when berry prices shot up to $3 a pound.

In a dusty parking lot a couple blocks from Main Street Immokalee, Zaino plops down at his berry buying station - electronic scale, ledger book, adding machine.

The community of about 20,000 is three-quarters Hispanic, mostly young, male and foreign born. Zaino's sign - Se Compra Bolitas - invites pickers in Spanish to sell him their berries.

A little after noon, a weather-worn Toyota Camry backs up to the station, its muffler hardly muffling. A Haitian immigrant with a sweat-smudged shirt unloads three sacks from the back seat: 292 pounds.

"How much today?" the picker asks through a thick Creole accent.

"Thirty-nine cents, babe," Zaino says.

A minute later Zaino hands the man $113 from a cash drawer. If the Haitian picks seven days a week, he could earn, at least for the fleeting season, a respectable middle-class wage.

Zaino ships most of his crop to Europe. Factories there convert his dried berry powder to a fatty extract that's encapsulated. Some of the finished product is shipped back to the United States. Zaino is building his own factory in Immokalee to make the extract.

In one form or another, saw palmetto berries have been part of the herbal medicine cabinet for centuries. Florida Indians ate the fruit as an aphrodisiac, and Fountain-of-Youth seeking Spaniards naturally shipped them back to Europe for sampling.

Today it's listed as the most popular herb to treat non-cancerous swelling of the prostate gland, called benign prostatic hyperplasia. Prostates become bigger in most men over 50. For some, the enlargement constricts urination. Saw palmetto seems to help.

According to 18 clinical trials reviewed by the Journal of the American Medical Association, the herb improved symptoms in three-quarters of patients, compared with about half of patients on a placebo.

Consumer Reports, the Bible of product reliability, dubbed the evidence for saw palmetto "rather impressive." But the research generally isn't up to Food and Drug Administration standards. A more thorough, four to six year trial led by the National Institutes of Health is under way.

The American Urological Association said it's keeping an open mind until further trials are done. In the meantime, annual sales of saw palmetto pills have surpassed $150-million.

"If people want to take saw palmetto, I tell them, "fine,"' said Dr. Raymond Behar, a New Port Richey urologist with 30 years of practice. "Some people think it helps them."

Major drug companies have been standoffish. They would prefer to synthesize saw palmetto and patent the result, said Roka, the University of Florida economist. Real saw palmetto is too easy to produce.

"Pharmaceutical companies haven't been interested because it's a natural product. Why put a lot of money into validating these medical treatments when you can't capture the gains?" Roka said.

Hair companies haven't been so shy. Combined in formulas that purport to preserve and regrow hair, saw palmetto is an ingredient in products such as Avacor. Avacor, sold through radio ads, costs many times more than plain saw palmetto pills.

Most of the hair entrepreneurs make a leap of logic. The same male hormone, a form of testosterone, contributes to swollen prostates and genetically-programmed hair loss. If the herb improves the prostate, wouldn't it work for the scalp?

While that's not proven, the University of California Berkeley didn't rule out a hair-benefit for saw palmetto in its Wellness Guide to Dietary Supplements published this year.

Most of Zaino's berries have fed the prostate soothing industry. But that's about to change. He's announced a deal with a "major hair care products company" for a topical ointment to hit the market by early 2004.

That's good news for the struggling communities in and around Immokalee not blessed by the commercial boom west along Interstate 75. If there's one thing they have plenty of, it's this long-neglected, saw-stemmed weed.

"These plants have been here forever. Some are over 500 years old. It should be the poster plant for sustainable agriculture," said Jeff Mullahey, a University of Florida professor of range science. "You don't do anything for it. And it produces a crop."
7:17 am
Slow to awaken this morning, dear journal. Dreams of fire dancers and tiki gods filled my sleep.

Found out that the departing tenant is Meredith, the only unobtrusive one of my three neighbors. Frankie the creep asked me next door to hook up some ancient DVD player that he scored who knows where. He had a porno disk in there, apparently the only media he had. I'm no prude, but come on... A little decorum, please. I went back to my place and grabbed my Young Frankenstein DVD, if only to have a valid test medium. Long story short, either the TV's rca jacks, the player's, or his cables are bad, so no pornography to help Frankie to wanky. Honestly, I have absolutely no desire to do any visiting with him again... The guy just throws off a creepy vibe.
Lots of lynching photos at Without Sanctuary.

Searching through America's past for the last 25 years, collector James Allen uncovered an extraordinary visual legacy: photographs and postcards taken as souvenirs at lynchings throughout America. With essays by Hilton Als, Leon Litwack, Congressman John Lewis and James Allen, these photographs have been published as a book – "Without Sanctuary" by Twin Palms Publishers.

Please be aware before entering the site that much of the material is very disturbing.
It still amazes and disturbs me that stuff like that happened on our own soil, not even 100 years ago... and I'm glad that a historical record exists, in the hopes of informing people and insuring they don't happen again. The concept of these as postcards is more ghoulish to me than some war photos, though I'm not sure why. Perhaps it's because I can agree with some of the carnage and death associated with war... though I can't accept torture as an acceptable response to crimes. I honestly don't know how many of the folks pictured even *committed* crimes, for that matter. I have no problem with hanging a murderer, but to my mind, a lynching implies a lack of law and torture before death... sort of a frontier justice that is more responsive to mob rule than to punishing the guilty or exonerating the innocent.

Soaking someone in oil and setting them aflame is heinous act, no matter what the person did. I wonder what effect it had on people, especially the children viewing such stuff it had. Does that make violence more acceptable to them? Would it drive home the "electric chair" argument of deterrence?

In lighter-weight news, I'm not on Chef Cluster anymore!
You, scottobear, are on the Santa Cluster, subcluster 7!
Ah well, at least I'm still on a well-loved, bearded, fat guy cluster.

Nifty complimentary web-color picker toy. Handy if you're designing layouts.

Gender Genie thought this entry was female too. Looking at the success rate, it looks like GG is a failure, being wrong over half the time, when an 80% success rate was estimated.

The gang are talking about playing a monkey-mod of half-life. Now I just have to find my old half-life CDs. I haven't used them since the turn of the century!


Today's eats

I went piggy, because I had a lot of bank left, and a pizza that was taking up space in the fridge for lunch.

Points: 43.5 Adj: 0 Act: 0.0 Rem: -9.5
Bank: 3.0 Adj: 0
Bank Max: 35 Point: 0 Act: 0
Bank Method: Start on Monday
Vitamins: Yes

Breakfast: 4.2 points
2.1: Cereals; LC OATS 1 cup
2.1: Cereals; LC OATS 1 cup

Lunch: 21.3 points
14.3: Cheese Pizza
3.5: Goldfish
3.5: Goldfish

Dinner: 9.4 points
3.1: Chik patties - morningstar
3.1: Chik patties - morningstar
0.1: Beans; snap; green; canned; no salt added; drained solids
3.1: Chik patties - morningstar

Snack: 8.6 points
4.3: Toaster Pastries; POP TARTS; Frosted chocolate fudge
4.3: Toaster Pastries; POP TARTS; Frosted chocolate fudge



My inner child is ten years old today

My inner child is ten years old!


The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
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Silly ol' Newt! He just rebounded off of my head, jumping from behind to get the desk. I guess I moved into his non-anticipation range. He seems ok, but a little surprised. I picked him up and gave lots of love. :)