At good ol EvC there's a thread now about Steve Jobs' supposedly saying "Wow wow wow" just before he died, and they're wondering if that proves anything about the afterlife.
Unbelievers are saying no, it could just be a chemical or physical effect of the dying process or of the drugs given him for pain. Believers in Christ are claiming yes, but get themselves all tangled up in the untenable implication that Steve Jobs must therefore have been saved at the very end.
My guess would be that Jobs WAS seeing into another realm just before he died, just because of how he's described as having a faraway look, and it must have been a pleasant other realm because the expression "Wow" does not sound unhappy.
I don't know what general condition his mind was in at the end but I do know that some kinds of illness affect the mind and produce hallucinations. A relative of mine saw long-dead family members in her room a day or two before she died, and kept talking about a "party going on downstairs" that she wished she could go to. Its being "downstairs" was disturbing to me as that's the wrong direction for a Christian's last wishes to be directed. It wasn't her last words, she became more or less comatose right before she died, but the point is that even a happy vision of another world isn't necessarily a sign of salvation. Since she was a Christian what she experienced (heard?) of a party going on "downstairs" (her apartment was on the ground floor) does bother me and I won't know until I see the Lord myself if that said anything about whether or not she was really saved, or was simply the toxins of the cancer in her liver affecting her brain.
If Jobs was fairly lucid when he exclaimed his "Wow" and it was RIGHT before he died, I'd guess he did see into the other world he was going to but that it was a counterfeit show put on by the demons waiting to receive him into their company, to convince him and the people with him that he was going to a good place. Anything to call the Bible into doubt.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Long warm Autumn
Trees out my window -- Chinese elms -- are still GREEN and we're already into November! What a strange long warm Fall we've been having. It's that way all over town, green green green with just the occasional blazing gold or red tree here and there. The trees normally start turning color by the middle of September and are completely bare by now.
The temperature is dropping, though, so it shouldn't be long now. I hope we still get some color before the snow or we'll have depressingly dead brown leaves on the trees all winter.
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Nov 3
Yep, lots of trees just fading and turning brown without turning bright colors and without dropping their leaves. Still a lot of green ones out there though, but it's freezing overnight now -- going down to 23F tonight, and we're also to get some snow. The wind is knocking the trees around outside my window, which often means something wet is coming over the mountains. All the leaves are still on those trees even in the wind. Weird.
Some are saying the strange weather seems to be part of an overall changed weather pattern but I don't see it. Just seems like we're having an unusual pattern this particular year. We've had every kind of winter over the last twenty years, from very cold to mild years, heavy snow and light snow years, a couple of years when it's rained in January -- huge flooding one of those years -- that's when the weather comes over from Hawaii. If it comes down from Alaska then it can get down to -10 or so with or without snow.
And everything in between. If there's a pattern here I guess I don't know what to look for.
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Nov 6
Odd to see white roofs framed by green though fading leaves, skipping Fall this year.
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Nov 18
Yesterday the trees around town were still mostly green although there were more yellow and red than before. Out my window the leaves were mostly green with a little yellowish among them, and one tree all withered though greenish still. At last leaves were falling but still a lot of green remained on the branches. Then this morning a big wind just about denuded them all. Now it looks the way it should look at this time of year. Almost. Oddly there are still a few green leaves clinging to branches. But most are on the ground where they should be.
What I don't get is how the green has held out so long considering how cold it has been for the last few weeks. My computer corner seems to collect the cold air. Been piling on the layers until I'm finally almost warm enough but the keyboard is cold and my hands are cold too.
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January 14,2012 Not only a very strange Fall -- or a skipping of Fall altogether, but we've also been skipping Winter. No snow has fallen since Thanksgiving! Nor rain either. It goes down to the low 20s and 'teens at night and some days it's pretty cold as well but it's also been up around 60 way too often for winter. Finally we're to get some rain/snow this coming week, starting Wednesday.
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April 15. But since then we've been having wintry weather, at least all through March, rain and snow and it's still very cold. There are blossoms out but the basic feel is more like winter than spring. Everything's out of order still.
The temperature is dropping, though, so it shouldn't be long now. I hope we still get some color before the snow or we'll have depressingly dead brown leaves on the trees all winter.
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Nov 3
Yep, lots of trees just fading and turning brown without turning bright colors and without dropping their leaves. Still a lot of green ones out there though, but it's freezing overnight now -- going down to 23F tonight, and we're also to get some snow. The wind is knocking the trees around outside my window, which often means something wet is coming over the mountains. All the leaves are still on those trees even in the wind. Weird.
Some are saying the strange weather seems to be part of an overall changed weather pattern but I don't see it. Just seems like we're having an unusual pattern this particular year. We've had every kind of winter over the last twenty years, from very cold to mild years, heavy snow and light snow years, a couple of years when it's rained in January -- huge flooding one of those years -- that's when the weather comes over from Hawaii. If it comes down from Alaska then it can get down to -10 or so with or without snow.
And everything in between. If there's a pattern here I guess I don't know what to look for.
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Nov 6
Odd to see white roofs framed by green though fading leaves, skipping Fall this year.
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Nov 18
Yesterday the trees around town were still mostly green although there were more yellow and red than before. Out my window the leaves were mostly green with a little yellowish among them, and one tree all withered though greenish still. At last leaves were falling but still a lot of green remained on the branches. Then this morning a big wind just about denuded them all. Now it looks the way it should look at this time of year. Almost. Oddly there are still a few green leaves clinging to branches. But most are on the ground where they should be.
What I don't get is how the green has held out so long considering how cold it has been for the last few weeks. My computer corner seems to collect the cold air. Been piling on the layers until I'm finally almost warm enough but the keyboard is cold and my hands are cold too.
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January 14,2012 Not only a very strange Fall -- or a skipping of Fall altogether, but we've also been skipping Winter. No snow has fallen since Thanksgiving! Nor rain either. It goes down to the low 20s and 'teens at night and some days it's pretty cold as well but it's also been up around 60 way too often for winter. Finally we're to get some rain/snow this coming week, starting Wednesday.
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April 15. But since then we've been having wintry weather, at least all through March, rain and snow and it's still very cold. There are blossoms out but the basic feel is more like winter than spring. Everything's out of order still.
Monday, September 19, 2011
The Reno Air Races Crash + October 6 update
When Tom saw the news about the Air Races crash on Friday he called Gene on his cell phone, knowing that's where he'd be. Gene and his son Chris were already packing up to leave. They'd been about 75 yards from where the plane hit.
Normally they would have been in one of the VIP boxes down in front but Gene was doing a barbecue for the group he was with and they wouldn't let him do it in the box. So he'd brought his camp trailer and was doing the cooking up in the back. There wouldn't be much to do until the weekend as the box was empty on Friday anyway. Tom was going to join them on Saturday when a much bigger crowd would be there.
When the plane went out of control Gene said it looked like it was coming straight down at him and he had a split second to think of running, but even in that split second he knew he didn't have the time to run anywhere. If it was going to hit him it was going to hit him. Right afterward Chris ran down to the crash site. Gene started to follow a few minutes later but Chris was already on his way back and told him not to go down, body parts were everywhere, it was a mess.
People wandered by the trailer covered in blood and Gene helped them clean up. Everyone seemed to be in a daze. A woman from his group came up and asked for some water and he gave her a bottle from the ice chest. When she turned around he could see her back was covered in blood and bits of flesh. Later he got in a conversation with a man who had also been close to the wreck. Same thing -- he turned around and his back too was plastered with human debris.
It was a good thing it was Friday and not the weekend with the big crowds. It was a good thing the plane came down vertically; if it had come in horizontal at that speed it would have taken out most of the grandstand area. It was especially a good thing that the fuel didn't explode. And for Gene of course it was a good thing he was doing the barbecue that day.
Tom and Gene have known each other for thirty years or so. Both have loved airplanes for as long as they can remember. Tom always wanted to be a commercial pilot and when his sister became a flight attendant ("stewardess" in those days) she paid for his first flying lesson. His boss at the drugstore lent him the money to take the full training at the Reno-Stead school, a real bona fide aviation academy that turned out commercial pilots. He took the courses in the few spare hours between his job and family life with a wife and new baby, got in 160 of the required 200 hours of flying time and passed the licensing exam before the academy went bankrupt. Which left him short of the full training and owing on the loan.
Twenty years later his wife struck up a conversation with a flight instructor in the waiting room at her doctor's office and passed his card on to Tom. So he went for lessons at the local airport and got licensed as a private pilot. He says he is probably the most overqualified private pilot in the country what with all the training he'd had at the academy, even instrument rating, even a course in meteorology. I never heard of lenticular clouds until he told me about them. Apparently the Sierras are one of the few places they form. They look like stacks of pancakes, caused by the swirling air currents near mountains.
Gene got interested in taking lessons from the same flight instructor after hearing Tom's story. He too became a pilot, and over the years the two of them would get together on weekends and fly somewhere for breakfast, up to Quincy or Chester in California or out to Hawthorne or Winnemucca or Elko. The local casinos would send someone to the airport to pick them up if they let them know they were coming. They never gambled but usually had a big omelet before flying home. They joked that it wouldn't be the flying that killed them but the cholesterol. When Gene's son Chris grew up he too became a pilot, now flies a corporate jet.
I asked Tom if the air races attracted a lot of pilots and he said I ought to go watch the private planes take off from Reno airport after an air show. So many pilots come into town for the event it is an air show in itself to watch them leave. "Hundreds?" I asked. Oh yeah, hundreds, a continuous line of four-to-six-seat Cessnas and Pipers and the like from the parking areas to the runway. They line them up on the runway two abreast and send them off in pairs. Two or three minutes apart, he wasn't sure about the timing any more, he hasn't gone to watch in years. If the wind was cooperative they'd have both the north-south and east-west runways stacked up at the same time, and then a pair could take off from one and the next pair from the other in half the time from only one. His wife got him a radio so he could hear what the tower and the pilots were saying to each other.
The investigation of the crash has focused on mechanical failure, and there are pictures showing a piece of the tail had fallen off. Some have suggested the pilot must have controlled the plane to keep it from hitting where it would have done much more damage, but Gene is sure that isn't what happened. He thinks something had knocked out the pilot, maybe a heart attack or maybe the heavy G's from taking a fast turn around a pylon. He says you can see quite clearly in some of the pictures of the plane coming down that there is nobody in the cockpit. It's a canopy type windshield and he'd be quite visible if he were still sitting up as he should have been. Gene is also sure he wasn't conscious because the plane came down at full power and a pilot at all conscious would have instinctively pulled back on the power. It hit the ground still going full bore. There was not enough left of the pilot's body for an autopsy.
Two days after the wreck Gene still talks about it in a quivering voice.
Neither Tom nor Gene knew any of the ten who were killed, though another friend who was there told Tom he's sure one of them was someone he had met years ago, but Tom didn't remember her. A lady who leaves behind eight children. The friend is going to see if he can find the photo with the two of them in it.
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Got this email from Tom forwarded from someone who had the results of the investigation into the cause of the crash. I get the gist of it though some of the pilot jargon is over my head:
Normally they would have been in one of the VIP boxes down in front but Gene was doing a barbecue for the group he was with and they wouldn't let him do it in the box. So he'd brought his camp trailer and was doing the cooking up in the back. There wouldn't be much to do until the weekend as the box was empty on Friday anyway. Tom was going to join them on Saturday when a much bigger crowd would be there.
When the plane went out of control Gene said it looked like it was coming straight down at him and he had a split second to think of running, but even in that split second he knew he didn't have the time to run anywhere. If it was going to hit him it was going to hit him. Right afterward Chris ran down to the crash site. Gene started to follow a few minutes later but Chris was already on his way back and told him not to go down, body parts were everywhere, it was a mess.
People wandered by the trailer covered in blood and Gene helped them clean up. Everyone seemed to be in a daze. A woman from his group came up and asked for some water and he gave her a bottle from the ice chest. When she turned around he could see her back was covered in blood and bits of flesh. Later he got in a conversation with a man who had also been close to the wreck. Same thing -- he turned around and his back too was plastered with human debris.
It was a good thing it was Friday and not the weekend with the big crowds. It was a good thing the plane came down vertically; if it had come in horizontal at that speed it would have taken out most of the grandstand area. It was especially a good thing that the fuel didn't explode. And for Gene of course it was a good thing he was doing the barbecue that day.
Tom and Gene have known each other for thirty years or so. Both have loved airplanes for as long as they can remember. Tom always wanted to be a commercial pilot and when his sister became a flight attendant ("stewardess" in those days) she paid for his first flying lesson. His boss at the drugstore lent him the money to take the full training at the Reno-Stead school, a real bona fide aviation academy that turned out commercial pilots. He took the courses in the few spare hours between his job and family life with a wife and new baby, got in 160 of the required 200 hours of flying time and passed the licensing exam before the academy went bankrupt. Which left him short of the full training and owing on the loan.
Twenty years later his wife struck up a conversation with a flight instructor in the waiting room at her doctor's office and passed his card on to Tom. So he went for lessons at the local airport and got licensed as a private pilot. He says he is probably the most overqualified private pilot in the country what with all the training he'd had at the academy, even instrument rating, even a course in meteorology. I never heard of lenticular clouds until he told me about them. Apparently the Sierras are one of the few places they form. They look like stacks of pancakes, caused by the swirling air currents near mountains.
Gene got interested in taking lessons from the same flight instructor after hearing Tom's story. He too became a pilot, and over the years the two of them would get together on weekends and fly somewhere for breakfast, up to Quincy or Chester in California or out to Hawthorne or Winnemucca or Elko. The local casinos would send someone to the airport to pick them up if they let them know they were coming. They never gambled but usually had a big omelet before flying home. They joked that it wouldn't be the flying that killed them but the cholesterol. When Gene's son Chris grew up he too became a pilot, now flies a corporate jet.
I asked Tom if the air races attracted a lot of pilots and he said I ought to go watch the private planes take off from Reno airport after an air show. So many pilots come into town for the event it is an air show in itself to watch them leave. "Hundreds?" I asked. Oh yeah, hundreds, a continuous line of four-to-six-seat Cessnas and Pipers and the like from the parking areas to the runway. They line them up on the runway two abreast and send them off in pairs. Two or three minutes apart, he wasn't sure about the timing any more, he hasn't gone to watch in years. If the wind was cooperative they'd have both the north-south and east-west runways stacked up at the same time, and then a pair could take off from one and the next pair from the other in half the time from only one. His wife got him a radio so he could hear what the tower and the pilots were saying to each other.
The investigation of the crash has focused on mechanical failure, and there are pictures showing a piece of the tail had fallen off. Some have suggested the pilot must have controlled the plane to keep it from hitting where it would have done much more damage, but Gene is sure that isn't what happened. He thinks something had knocked out the pilot, maybe a heart attack or maybe the heavy G's from taking a fast turn around a pylon. He says you can see quite clearly in some of the pictures of the plane coming down that there is nobody in the cockpit. It's a canopy type windshield and he'd be quite visible if he were still sitting up as he should have been. Gene is also sure he wasn't conscious because the plane came down at full power and a pilot at all conscious would have instinctively pulled back on the power. It hit the ground still going full bore. There was not enough left of the pilot's body for an autopsy.
Two days after the wreck Gene still talks about it in a quivering voice.
Neither Tom nor Gene knew any of the ten who were killed, though another friend who was there told Tom he's sure one of them was someone he had met years ago, but Tom didn't remember her. A lady who leaves behind eight children. The friend is going to see if he can find the photo with the two of them in it.
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Got this email from Tom forwarded from someone who had the results of the investigation into the cause of the crash. I get the gist of it though some of the pilot jargon is over my head:
Galloping Ghost crash
Ok... here's the skinny on the accident.... A P-51 normally has two trim tabs.. one on each elevator... this one had one and other one was fixed in place.. He was warned about the forces being put on that one tab. It failed.. He had at least a 10G load when the plane pitched up from the loss of the trim tab and he went "nighty night" and probably never woke up.
The telemetry downloaded from Galloping Ghost revealed an 11g pull-up, fuel flow interrupted on the way up, and then the engine restarted when fuel flow resumed at the top of the arc. The aircraft was making 105 inches of Manifold Pressure on the way down.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .Here's another "theory" of the crash from experienced racers.
In 1989 this type of thing happened to another pilot but he lived to tell the story.
When flying a P-51 at 450+mph you need to have full nose down trim to keep the plane level.
The elevator trim tab broke off and the aircraft immediately went in to a 10G climb, confirmed by the G-meter.
The pilot came to, from the sudden blackout and realized he had slipped through the shoulder harness and was looking at the floor of the airplane.
He was able to reach the throttle and pull it back to slow down and was able to recover and land.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
A month of personal disasters
Well it's been quite a month for horrible experiences of many sorts for me, beginning with the smoke problem but including one disaster after another involving my computer, which meant I lost quite a bit of work and therefore income. I hope it's all over now but as they say time will tell.
If these are Satan's attacks I suppose I should be happy because I must be doing something right in that case. I do have a project I've begun working on that I think and hope is from the Lord, the kind of project that needs Him to guide me at every turn or I'll mess it up. Keeps me coming back to Him when I've hit a snag and want to give up, which happens frequently, but nevertheless when my computer won't do what it's supposed to do and my income falls to zero I'm prone to lose the solid faith I need at those times.
We're admonished in scripture to rejoice in ALL circumstances, because it's ALL good although we usually don't have the perspective to understand it. And I do try, at least ask the Lord to give me that spirit of rejoicing and resting in Him no matter what demonic interferences are going on around me. I even prayed for the ability to love my neighbor as my apartment and my lungs filled up with the smoke. "All things work together for good to those who love God and are the called according to His purpose." I ran that one through my head frequently.
Thought I'd spend this post describing all those disasters, but maybe this is enough. Or as I have the habit of doing, I'll sign off with the idea that I may yet come back and add all that. You never know.
If these are Satan's attacks I suppose I should be happy because I must be doing something right in that case. I do have a project I've begun working on that I think and hope is from the Lord, the kind of project that needs Him to guide me at every turn or I'll mess it up. Keeps me coming back to Him when I've hit a snag and want to give up, which happens frequently, but nevertheless when my computer won't do what it's supposed to do and my income falls to zero I'm prone to lose the solid faith I need at those times.
We're admonished in scripture to rejoice in ALL circumstances, because it's ALL good although we usually don't have the perspective to understand it. And I do try, at least ask the Lord to give me that spirit of rejoicing and resting in Him no matter what demonic interferences are going on around me. I even prayed for the ability to love my neighbor as my apartment and my lungs filled up with the smoke. "All things work together for good to those who love God and are the called according to His purpose." I ran that one through my head frequently.
Thought I'd spend this post describing all those disasters, but maybe this is enough. Or as I have the habit of doing, I'll sign off with the idea that I may yet come back and add all that. You never know.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Update on the smoking situation
After nearly a whole month of suffering from my neighbor's smoke, at long last, as of yesterday afternoon, the property manager got her to go smoke behind the laundry room and I can breathe again.
It turns out there is a law against "endangering the health or well being" of another person, which is grounds for eviction. I thought there simply must be a law along those lines, it's insane to think that a person could smoke freely even when the smoke stings another person's eyes, makes her chest hurt, prevents her from opening a window or turning on the A/C, and generally makes her miserable in her own home. Thank You Lord that there is such a law.
The neighbor's attitude had been that "this isn't California and I'm not doing anything wrong!" but I think the principle of the thing finally got through to her --the threat of eviction if nothing else. But best of all I don't think there are any hard feelings on either side and I'm very glad of that since I've been hysterical over it more than once and could easily have said or done something I'd regret. Insufficient prayer of course.
I did get an anti-pollution mask that worked great for a few days at blocking out the smoke, although of course having to wear a mask in my own home wasn't fun, but after a few days the smell of the mask materials started to nauseate me and I had to give up wearing it yesterday.
So the manager's intervention came just in time.
It turns out there is a law against "endangering the health or well being" of another person, which is grounds for eviction. I thought there simply must be a law along those lines, it's insane to think that a person could smoke freely even when the smoke stings another person's eyes, makes her chest hurt, prevents her from opening a window or turning on the A/C, and generally makes her miserable in her own home. Thank You Lord that there is such a law.
The neighbor's attitude had been that "this isn't California and I'm not doing anything wrong!" but I think the principle of the thing finally got through to her --the threat of eviction if nothing else. But best of all I don't think there are any hard feelings on either side and I'm very glad of that since I've been hysterical over it more than once and could easily have said or done something I'd regret. Insufficient prayer of course.
I did get an anti-pollution mask that worked great for a few days at blocking out the smoke, although of course having to wear a mask in my own home wasn't fun, but after a few days the smell of the mask materials started to nauseate me and I had to give up wearing it yesterday.
So the manager's intervention came just in time.
Friday, August 19, 2011
A Rant Against Smokers' Rights
I used to be a smoker, even a very heavy smoker for a few years, but I quit 22 years ago this month and am SO happy I did. What a horrible addiction.
But now I'm unusually sensitive to smoke and avoid it if I can. I don't go places where I know there will be smoke in the air. I don't know if my sensitivity is due to having been a smoker myself, but I've thought it may be. People who have never smoked don't seem to have quite as much trouble with it as I do now.
But whatever the reason, it is very hard on me to be around smoke now. It makes my chest hurt, it stings my eyes, and after some time of exposure it gets up into my sinuses where it causes me to smell smoke for a couple of weeks whether there is any actual smoke in the environment or not. Then it's the smarting eyes and the tight chest that tell me if there is or not.
When I was a smoker I was oblivious to the effects on nonsmokers, as I think most smokers are. It seemed to be mostly a matter of aesthetics, people not liking the smell, rather than anything harmful. You adapt, you go to the smoking section in the restaurant, you smoke on countless front or back porches because the smell of smoke is not wanted in the house, and so on. We heard "scientific" reports of the supposedly harmful effects of second-hand smoke, but such reports have an abstract quality to them. I don't recall anyone complaining that the smoke actually hurt them.
Now I know that it hurts and I know it the hard way, by being trapped in my own apartment with the smoke from neighbors' cigarettes and no right to protest against it. They have the rights. At least in my state they do.
For the first four or five years I lived in this apartment I had the same neighbor to the south of me and he didn't smoke. Then he moved out and there have been half a dozen or so different tenants in that apartment since then, all of them smokers. The management requires them to go outside to smoke because they don't want the apartment walls plastered with the tars and permeated with the smell of smoke. What that means is that the smoke comes into MY apartment next door.
It comes through the window if I have one open, of course, and it comes through the A/C if I have it on. What else do you do on hot summer days but run the A/C and open windows to cool the place down? I can't do that if there is smoke in the air. But it also comes in when everything is shut up. I think that might be because I do have to run a fan since I can't do anything else to keep the place cool, and the fan may suck the smoke in through the cracks around the door and windows. Just a theory.
Mercifully most of the tenants haven't been heavy smokers and were gone most of the time anyway, but while they were smoking it was an unpleasant experience for me. When I once asked the manager if there was anything she could do about it, the answer was no.
Now I have a new neighbor and she's home most of the time and she has friends there with her much of the time and they ALL smoke. And at least one of them is a very heavy smoker. Someone smokes sometimes well into the night so I can't even have a window open during the coolest hours any more.
This is pretty much unbearable. It is the smokers who have the rights, not the victims of the smokers, a very odd injustice. Sure, it's a personal habit but this particular personal habit happens to impact others, very seriously too as I now understand from experience. I'm sitting here with smarting eyes as I write. Tenants are normally protected from other tenants' habits that encroach on them but not from smoking. I did a little research on the rights involved in this sort of situation and it doesn't look good for the nonsmoker. They've got laws against smoking in public places but not in apartments. Apartment managers sometimes try to accommodate people but that doesn't always happen.
I found one case, back in the 90s but as far as I can tell the same attitudes still pretty much prevail -- a man had lived for some time in an upstairs apartment when a very heavy smoker moved into the apartment below him. He would wake up to a cloud of smoke in his bedroom. He got an irritation in his eye from it that required medical treatment. The management said there was nothing they could do about it. When he politely approached the smoker, she agreed to smoke in a different place but that didn't last long. She was aware that she had a "right" to smoke where she did. Finally the management sued HIM for "harassing" the smoker, which merely meant the request that she smoke elsewhere. The court decided against him. He was evicted. Amazing.
I've ordered a carbon-filtered mask from Amazon which should arrive early next week, to wear in my own apartment, because my neighbor has the right to inflict her smoke on me.
But now I'm unusually sensitive to smoke and avoid it if I can. I don't go places where I know there will be smoke in the air. I don't know if my sensitivity is due to having been a smoker myself, but I've thought it may be. People who have never smoked don't seem to have quite as much trouble with it as I do now.
But whatever the reason, it is very hard on me to be around smoke now. It makes my chest hurt, it stings my eyes, and after some time of exposure it gets up into my sinuses where it causes me to smell smoke for a couple of weeks whether there is any actual smoke in the environment or not. Then it's the smarting eyes and the tight chest that tell me if there is or not.
When I was a smoker I was oblivious to the effects on nonsmokers, as I think most smokers are. It seemed to be mostly a matter of aesthetics, people not liking the smell, rather than anything harmful. You adapt, you go to the smoking section in the restaurant, you smoke on countless front or back porches because the smell of smoke is not wanted in the house, and so on. We heard "scientific" reports of the supposedly harmful effects of second-hand smoke, but such reports have an abstract quality to them. I don't recall anyone complaining that the smoke actually hurt them.
Now I know that it hurts and I know it the hard way, by being trapped in my own apartment with the smoke from neighbors' cigarettes and no right to protest against it. They have the rights. At least in my state they do.
For the first four or five years I lived in this apartment I had the same neighbor to the south of me and he didn't smoke. Then he moved out and there have been half a dozen or so different tenants in that apartment since then, all of them smokers. The management requires them to go outside to smoke because they don't want the apartment walls plastered with the tars and permeated with the smell of smoke. What that means is that the smoke comes into MY apartment next door.
It comes through the window if I have one open, of course, and it comes through the A/C if I have it on. What else do you do on hot summer days but run the A/C and open windows to cool the place down? I can't do that if there is smoke in the air. But it also comes in when everything is shut up. I think that might be because I do have to run a fan since I can't do anything else to keep the place cool, and the fan may suck the smoke in through the cracks around the door and windows. Just a theory.
Mercifully most of the tenants haven't been heavy smokers and were gone most of the time anyway, but while they were smoking it was an unpleasant experience for me. When I once asked the manager if there was anything she could do about it, the answer was no.
Now I have a new neighbor and she's home most of the time and she has friends there with her much of the time and they ALL smoke. And at least one of them is a very heavy smoker. Someone smokes sometimes well into the night so I can't even have a window open during the coolest hours any more.
This is pretty much unbearable. It is the smokers who have the rights, not the victims of the smokers, a very odd injustice. Sure, it's a personal habit but this particular personal habit happens to impact others, very seriously too as I now understand from experience. I'm sitting here with smarting eyes as I write. Tenants are normally protected from other tenants' habits that encroach on them but not from smoking. I did a little research on the rights involved in this sort of situation and it doesn't look good for the nonsmoker. They've got laws against smoking in public places but not in apartments. Apartment managers sometimes try to accommodate people but that doesn't always happen.
I found one case, back in the 90s but as far as I can tell the same attitudes still pretty much prevail -- a man had lived for some time in an upstairs apartment when a very heavy smoker moved into the apartment below him. He would wake up to a cloud of smoke in his bedroom. He got an irritation in his eye from it that required medical treatment. The management said there was nothing they could do about it. When he politely approached the smoker, she agreed to smoke in a different place but that didn't last long. She was aware that she had a "right" to smoke where she did. Finally the management sued HIM for "harassing" the smoker, which merely meant the request that she smoke elsewhere. The court decided against him. He was evicted. Amazing.
I've ordered a carbon-filtered mask from Amazon which should arrive early next week, to wear in my own apartment, because my neighbor has the right to inflict her smoke on me.
The science of carbohydrate metabolism, not that I know much about it
An old thread on a book about the low-carb diet by someone named Taubes got revived at EvC and I've been following it more or less. Molbiogirl keeps arguing that insulin isn't the problem but nobody else has said it is, so I lose track of the argument and tend not to read her stuff very carefully.
PD and Percy explain that for them it's all about what helps you lose weight and that the underlying chemistry involved is of secondary interest if at all. That's my concern too. But also, if diabetes is in the picture, as it is for me, you pretty much HAVE to restrict carbs because they raise blood sugar -- and that has been borne out over and over in my own experience with using the blood sugar monitor to check. Carbs raise the blood sugar, not protein and not fat, at least not to any comparable degree.
Part of the argument from Atkins -- and probably Taubes -- is that insulin is normally produced in response to raised blood sugar, its job is to keep blood sugar on an even keel, and that weight gain occurs when it begins to malfunction. As I got it from Atkins, when more carbs are taken in over a long period of time than get burned off through normal activity and exercise, insulin first begins to be overproduced in reaction, which can bring the blood sugar down even to the level of hypoglycemia, then begins to be insufficiently produced, as if it's wearing out, eventually to the point of diabetes, but on the way there something happens to the metabolism such that you start gaining weight.
The usual idea is something called "insulin resistance" at the cellular level which prevents insulin from doing its job of controlling the blood sugar, which then gets stored as fat. I hope I have this right but it's part of the Atkins system I didn't spend much time on and may have it wrong. Apparently this is the part of the science that molbiogirl disagrees with, but it does seem irrelevant to the purpose of the thread -- which is about the role of too much carbohydrate in causing obesity and that is pretty well documented, not to mention supported in countless testimonies, including my own and some other contributors to that thread.
Diabetes is a condition of hard-to-control high blood sugar due to malfunctioning or nonexistent insulin production. If you still have some insulin function you can possibly manage the diabetes with diet and that's preferable to drugs, but uncontrollable blood sugar due to lack of insulin production leads to death by starvation unless insulin is administered, because insulin is necessary to deliver the sugar to the cells. When sugar is consistently at high levels in your blood that means it's not getting into your cells, and high blood sugar itself leads to all kinds of organ damage and damage to blood vessels.
Right now I apparently still have some insulin function but its activity isn't always predictable. As long as I keep carbs low, getting carbs mostly from nonstarchy vegetables and keeping starchy carbs and refined carbs to an extreme minimum, I don't get scary blood sugar spikes. But my blood sugar still isn't down in the normal range consistently and maybe never will be. I'm continuing to lose weight, however, and still hope to get blood sugar even better controlled.
PD and Percy explain that for them it's all about what helps you lose weight and that the underlying chemistry involved is of secondary interest if at all. That's my concern too. But also, if diabetes is in the picture, as it is for me, you pretty much HAVE to restrict carbs because they raise blood sugar -- and that has been borne out over and over in my own experience with using the blood sugar monitor to check. Carbs raise the blood sugar, not protein and not fat, at least not to any comparable degree.
Part of the argument from Atkins -- and probably Taubes -- is that insulin is normally produced in response to raised blood sugar, its job is to keep blood sugar on an even keel, and that weight gain occurs when it begins to malfunction. As I got it from Atkins, when more carbs are taken in over a long period of time than get burned off through normal activity and exercise, insulin first begins to be overproduced in reaction, which can bring the blood sugar down even to the level of hypoglycemia, then begins to be insufficiently produced, as if it's wearing out, eventually to the point of diabetes, but on the way there something happens to the metabolism such that you start gaining weight.
The usual idea is something called "insulin resistance" at the cellular level which prevents insulin from doing its job of controlling the blood sugar, which then gets stored as fat. I hope I have this right but it's part of the Atkins system I didn't spend much time on and may have it wrong. Apparently this is the part of the science that molbiogirl disagrees with, but it does seem irrelevant to the purpose of the thread -- which is about the role of too much carbohydrate in causing obesity and that is pretty well documented, not to mention supported in countless testimonies, including my own and some other contributors to that thread.
Diabetes is a condition of hard-to-control high blood sugar due to malfunctioning or nonexistent insulin production. If you still have some insulin function you can possibly manage the diabetes with diet and that's preferable to drugs, but uncontrollable blood sugar due to lack of insulin production leads to death by starvation unless insulin is administered, because insulin is necessary to deliver the sugar to the cells. When sugar is consistently at high levels in your blood that means it's not getting into your cells, and high blood sugar itself leads to all kinds of organ damage and damage to blood vessels.
Right now I apparently still have some insulin function but its activity isn't always predictable. As long as I keep carbs low, getting carbs mostly from nonstarchy vegetables and keeping starchy carbs and refined carbs to an extreme minimum, I don't get scary blood sugar spikes. But my blood sugar still isn't down in the normal range consistently and maybe never will be. I'm continuing to lose weight, however, and still hope to get blood sugar even better controlled.
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