Having read a couple articles about food and fasting and longevity, I've decided to adjust my diet. Again. Since I've been keeping track of everything I eat, when I sleep, how and how much I spend, and what odd things happen to me, I've been able to see the effects of food and sleep have on my short-term health. While I won't really be able to track for longevity other than by delaying as long as I can my arrival to the other side, I can track how I feel after adjusting my diet.

Tracking everything has been fascinating, like realizing I have headaches after eating sugar, even with chocolate but especially with cupcakes. Or that the suggested four Omega 3 supplements a day wreaks havoc on my bowel movements.

Yeah.

Two is just fine.

So, my current plan for food is, "If I can grow it, make it, catch it or harvest it, I'll eat it." It'll mean a lot more whole foods, a lot fewer processed foods. Technically yes, I could make the potato chips or the corn chips or the exquisitely light, white cake with butter frosting... but I'm not going to make them. I'm not going to grow the wheat and mill it and churn the butter and the like. There's a limit to how far I'll go, so pffffffft, most sweets are out.

Of course I'll make an exception for chocolate in this new grow-make-catch-harvest rule, but I hope to eventually make that the only exception. We'll see.

Come on, you know you did.

Tonight, apparently President Obama is in the Bay Area. He'll be either long gone or safely tucked away somewhere soon enough, so my chances of running past him are reasonably approximately zero.

Years ago, I worked in a building right next to Burbank airport. So close to Burbank airport that, well, the building has since been knocked down and is actually part of the Burbank Airport now. One day, while I was driving back from some mid-afternoon errand, I drove over the tracks and turned right onto Empire Avenue before I was stopped by a number of cops.

Frustrated and annoyed - "I'm late for work!" I was always late for work at that job, I could have been an hour early and I would have still been late for work - I stewed in the car while car after car drove along side me, going in the opposite direction.

I stopped being annoyed when President Clinton rolled by in a black car, sitting in the back seat, and smiled at me as his car passed mine. Yeah, my car lacked power everything, including air conditioning, so my window was rolled down. I could have touched the man had he been leaning another 20cm closer.

After the motorcade drove by, I drove to work, and ran in, calling out an elaborate, over-the-top exaggeration of the previous ten minutes, and laughed when most everyone nearly believed me. There was something about Clinton stepping out of the car, and chatting with me as I sat in my car. No, it didn't happen that way, and I might have, for the first time in I don't know how long, actually been tongue tied if he had done that, but, well, yeah, this is a long run-on sentence.

I hope Obama enjoys his time in the Bay Area. It's a great area, even if it is a little odd.

Might need to start a new section here, just to move this off the main blog. Though, it seems to be all I've been writing about.

And, drum roll... Still alive.

Apparently, I needed to include dead bodies in this picture for it not to be "castaway."

No one I showed this to guessed it.