Ghost Music but not a clay pot in sight.

Saturday 29th February and I am drawn here first thing. It’s raining. It’s fearful in the world currently. Things are upside down. It’s 2020.

“Maybe before you die, it’s your ghosts you see.”

― Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall

Maybe my ghosts brought me here and today does feel like a good day to die I guess. Some will.

In my mind the thought ‘today is a good day to die’ has always been a kind of mantra. Nothing to be scared about. If you think for a minute it really is a positive comment with no frills. It doesn’t mean you want to die, but… if it is your time it is your time.

Many people have claimed to have coined this. The Klingon race, Crazy Horse, Bruce Willis to name a few and many people still breathing just would not get it but…

Sometimes it’s a good day to die and sometimes it’s a good day to have breakfast”

Sounds like a good idea…

Breakfast that is.

My Oura Ring Thing

“She took me to her doctor and he told me I was cured”

B.T.0

So, I’ve been using my Oura Ring now for a fair few months and I find it a great piece of kit. So interesting.

In a kind of perverted way I get a buzz out of looking at the morning data to see how I feel. Whatever happened to just feeling how you felt by feeling how you feel?

Over the last few weeks I have been experimenting with eating more protein on the basis that if doctors tell you protein is bad for you it just can’t be. Well not really but…

As an older carbon unit I simply feel loss of muscle and sarcopenia are a real big concern for anyone over 50 and I am nearly quite a bit older than that. I am super intrigued about the concept of the carnivore diet and got into this as many people do by watching Shawn Baker on Joe Rogan and later through the work of Paul Saladino and many more really.

There is something to the #meatheals theory but in all honesty I am not 100% convinced that being meat-only or totally animal based is the way forward. It’s complicated and I am planning on getting into this in a much larger way over the next few months.

Anyway, for now, I am looking at this…

Over the last year or so my resting heart rate has been around 55 and lately it is much higher. Even in the early hours of the morning (when I am sort of asleep) and I am wondering why this might be. The contenders are:

  • Not lifting weights for the last two months so my fitness has decreased
  • Eating no meaningful vegetables
  • Eating a higher protein diet
  • Drinking two pots of coffee a day (been doing this for some time)
  • A Multivitamin every two days or so
  • Fasting until 2pm every day (although I have been doing this for some time)

So it is time to investigate.

One final note is to document here that Marty Kendall has done great working talking about nutrient density and expanding on the Carnivore hypothesis and a big shout out must go to Ted Naiman who really has kept it very simple with his PE Diet

To conclude there is something here but what? There is quite logically a no one-size-fits-all plan for health. We live in a world that is so far from our ancestral beginnings that to even think there is a simple solution is, well, kind of bonkers.

Ignore

European equity markets should continue their decline on Wednesday, in the wake of the Asian stock markets, which are moving in the red at the end of the session.

2020 L’AGEFI SA

Over the last few days we have seen a substantial amount of money wiped off the stock market due to the effects of the COVID-19 virus. [Time to roll out the man with his head in his hands picture] This effects pensions, government planning and financial institutions and likely a ton of other bodies and organisations that I am thankfully unaware of.

Funny really. Looking out the window here the sun is out and the dog wants his breakfast.

The real world just rolls on.

Sure people are worried and folks are dying and that is of course serious and a major concern to anyone effected by such but I am reminded of the day my dad died back more than 20 years ago.

I was returning to the family home to get a shower before returning to his bedside and the traffic was jammed up. It was August and the weather was good and it was busy and lively as people pursued their daily chores . Did no one know my dad was dying?

I suppose what I am saying is there is a permanent disconnect between events and the effects that these events have on the effectee. It’s hard wired into the DNA I guess to ignore.

Now back to Ted.

Death Is Not Your Friend

Well, I’ll start but just saying it. Death is not your friend.

Or as Nick Cave puts it, not the end.

Today, on Tuesday 25022020 the end feels like this. The Corona virus has given a lot of journalists and TV(slash)Radio commentators a lot to talk about. And that is good surely? It feels very comforting that all these well-paid folks can be secure in their place. But is it news they tell of? Is it news that we are hearing? Or is it agenda?

I am feeling more and more convinced that nothing is as it is told. The world feels very manipulating and the people in it are the manipulated.

Beware the agenda of larger organisations they are pulling in a different direction and one that is not for the good of all.

Listening to Nick Cave Ghosten and it feels right that this is the sound of today.

Be good and always disbelieve what you are asked to believe

Corona 24022020

Still pissing down in glory town.

Stock market has taken a tumble as Corona has now spread to Iran and Italy. Interesting that both these countries start with the letter I! Maybe the Universe in all its wisdom has decided to decimate the planet in an organised and alphabetical way.

Jamaica beware.

Somehow I just don’t see this spreading to Bob’s domain.

Buy gold!

Knitting Piss

Walking Ted today I saw this on a bench. Now I am sure it meant something meaningful to someone but really all I could think of was Morrissey. In my past life someone said to me that managing Morrissey was like knitting piss. Just sayin’ .

Sunday

Seemed like a good idea this.

To set up a blog that is…

I have done one before. Worked on one if you like but nothing this, well, just this… It won’t last. It can’t last. I just do not have the ability to follow anything so, this, through, get me. No. That makes no sense.

Still. What do I care. I’m old. I have time on my hands…. well, not so much, but really does anyone know how much time they have. No!

On this, just to paint a picture of what is what… The neighbour here is listening to Lily Allen. That is not good! You know the one where she mentions Tesco.

We are also in the middle of storm whatever.

Bored now. Off for coffee.