BLACK HOLES WORM HOLES SPOOKY ENTANGLEMENTS AND THE ENTICING AROMA OF COOKING MEAT

 

“God not only plays dice with the universe, he sometimes throws them where they can’t be seen.”

Stephen Hawking

 

"If God did not intend for us to eat animals, then why did he make them out of meat?"

John Cleese

 

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Why does bacon smell so good (at least for most of us)?

The answer, according to scientists, lies in meat’s unique mixture of fat and umami (more about this taste later), spiced up in a process called the Maillard reaction — the browning that happens when we cook a piece of meat. “These are powerful stimuli to humans,” says Paul Breslin, a nutritional sciences professor at Rutgers University.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/national/health-science/what-makes-a-hamburger-and-other-cooked-meat-so-enticing-to-humans/2013/08/12/8f8e1d72-ff73-11e2-9711-3708310f6f4d_story.html

Even in a black hole bacon would smell good.

But after the bacon was eaten, where would I go next?

Hopefully---if we believe there are such things as wormholes---I would travel through a wormhole to come out somewhere else to enjoy a second cup of coffee, instead of remaining within the black hole, and taking the chance that it might explode (“…although for a hole the mass of a star it would take longer than the age of the universe.”)

Thank goodness!

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/08/13/science/space/a-black-hole-mystery-wrapped-in-a-firewall-paradox.html?pagewanted=2&hp).

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I’ve had vegetarian burgers that tasted quite good, and many years ago I consumed nothing but them and baked potatoes---along with carrot juice, fresh salads, and homemade bread---for an entire year.

 I stopped eating meat, and did not have any inclination to eat the red flesh.

 In fact, the aroma turned me off.

And bacon and I were never in the same kitchen. 

But today I love the aroma of bacon!

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I found myself on a commune in New Mexico once where I tried to eat some barbecued goat.

The aroma of this meat wasn’t very enticing, nor was the taste.

I ate a big piece of Dutch apple pie instead.

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While living on Guam, I kept an airtight bomb canister filled with 100 lbs. of brown rice, and spent the next two years trying to eat all of it.

Vegetables go great with brown rice.

Add soy sauce and cayenne, and voilà, it’s a feast for a famine.

If I were stuck in a black hole, I’d want plenty of brown rice!

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Umami.

Yes, it sort of sounds like your mommy, but it isn’t.

In 1985, the term umami was recognized as the scientific term to describe the taste of glutamates and nucleotides at the first Umami International Symposium in Hawaii.^[8] Umami represents the taste of the amino acid L-glutamate and 5’-ribonucleotides such as guanosine monophosphate (GMP) and inosine monophosphate (IMP).^[9] It can be described as a pleasant "brothy" or "meaty" taste with a long lasting, mouthwatering and coating sensation over the tongue. The sensation of umami is due to the detection of the carboxylate anion of glutamate in specialized receptor cells present on the human and other animal tongues.^{[10] [11]} Its effect is to balance taste and round out the overall flavor of a dish.

Umami enhances the palatability of a wide variety of foods.^[12

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Umami

 

 

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OUR NEXT PRESIDENT

 

 

 

 

 

 

When my father came over here penniless with $100 sewn into his underwear, thank God some well-meaning liberal didn't come put his arm around him and say, 'Let me take care of you.'

Ted Cruz

Donald Trump and his orangutan hair might be gunning again for the U.S. Presidency in 2016.

To this scary thought, add the name of Senator Ted Cruz from Texas.

Mr. Cruz might be described as an ultraconservative demagogue.

Mr. Trump is just an arrogant one.

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Jeb Bush is no doubt keeping his eyes and spies alert.

Even Sarah Palin might have some lunar (or lunatic) influence on the stars of the GOP who pine to shine in the next election.

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On the Democrat’s side are Hillary Clinton and Joe Biden.

Joe should get off of the train if Mrs. Clinton is on it.

She has two winning qualities that Mr. Biden does not have:

Her name and her gender.

Sorry Joe.

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Election time is like Halloween.

There are a lot of tricks and treats, and plenty of scary faces.

Election time is when candidates, like locusts, buzz, buzz, buzz (if that’s the sound that locusts make); it’s the moment when candidates open wide their arms and wallets to corporations who will pay for whatever they wish a candidate to endorse.

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The debates are amusing parades and charades.

Every syllable, fly, and frown is televised.

Elections and debates have become expensive entertainment.

Buy and sell, sell and buy.

Everything is for sale.

The presidential candidate has become just another commodity of our Wal-Martian society (and emphasis should be placed on the word Martian.)

Buy and sell, sell and buy.
 

IT’S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MY CLASSICAL LIFE

 

I grew up in a working man’s family.

No spiraling staircase or sparkling chandeliers were in my boyhood home.

Not even a dining room.

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There was a gas furnace beneath the floor in the living room.

When the furnace dragon was roaring hot, you had to be careful not to burn your feet on the metal grid as you walked across it.

When you looked down you could see the glowing heart of the red inferno.

One time, infantile droppings descended from my diaper, creating a horrible stink---or so I am told--- because I have no memory of this, but my older brother has given me enough instant (I first wrote infant!) replays of this moment so that I am able to clearly recall the odoriferous occasion without needing any hypnosis or psychoanalysis to pry loose the memory…not that I would want to!

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Hollyhocks, garter snakes, and night crawlers dwelled outside in the small front yard, and beyond this were open fields full of hopping grasshoppers.

I had to go catch these insects whenever my dad went fishing.

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Our house had one record player.

My “classical” music education consisted of George Gershwin’s Porgy and Bess, and some of Tchaikovsky’s compositions.

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Before our 3-D computer age, I was happy in my simple, non-electronic world.

I got along just fine without any wide screen TV, laptop, iPod, or cell phone.

My 3-speed Schwinn was my best friend.

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My parents weren’t big readers, but my mom loved to read Micky Spillane’s novels. 

Later in life my dad told me that his favorite poet was Tennyson.

I wasn’t a big reader either, until after high school.

I found two books that were in the house:

One was called Motorcycle Chums, and the other was called The Book of Rhythm.

The last was a book on natural birth control, but I didn’t want to read it and all of its fancy charts.

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Almost every weekend in the summer was spent in the mountains where my dad went trout fishing.

There were places along the river with these deep, dark holes where ancient trout lived, wary of being caught.

One of my cousins liked to scuba dive in these caverns.

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No, my life didn’t have a very classical or classy education, and I have been ironical in claiming that it was.

Sorry about that.

 

IT’S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!

 

RANDOM TRIVIUM

 

Write for the people and they will read.

Grow food for the people and they will eat.

Fight wars for the people and they will die.

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I accidentally typed this emoticon:

./

It sort of looks like a smile (or a frown) with one eye.

Or perhaps a bird’s beak.

Oh well.

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Our dreams entertain us when we sleep.

Movies entertain us when we’re awake.

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In my dream last night I was eating a big tomato that looked like a heart, and so I put the heart-shaped fruit into a frame to make a picture, and then I wrote below it:

“Made by God and me.”

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There is a little bug flitting around, and I see it best when it’s flitting in front of my computer screen.  I’ve tried to kill it twice.  I also tried grabbing the little guy with my hand, but missed.  Well, I caught it once, then opened my hand and it flew away.  Maybe I shouldn’t worry about such a tiny creature.  Homo Sapiens sure like to kill.

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I like the smell of gardenia, jasmine, and lilac flowers.

Roses remind me of death.

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Between strawberries and raspberries I prefer the former.

(Does it bug you when a writer uses the words latter and former, and then you have to remember which is which?)

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I know I can find the answers if I do a little research on the following questions:

Why is there straw in the word strawberry?

Why is rasp in the word raspberry?

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A woman in my neighborhood has this license plate on the back of her car:

WITCH 1.

 

IT’S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!

 

 

 

 

 

BABIES AND BURGERS

 
 

 

 

BABY:

What are you in here for?

BURGER:

The same as you, except I’m going to be a burger instead of a baby.

BABY:

Maybe we can hang out together.

BURGER:

I doubt that.

I’m going to be eaten.

BABY:

Sorry about that.

BURGER:

Thanks.

 It’s just my destiny.

BABY:

Well, maybe if I get out first, I’ll rescue you.

BURGER:

That would be great.

Just keep me in the fridge.

BABY:

O.K.

Shhh. 

Here they come.

(Both are taken to another room for their births.)




The £250,000 hamburger: First test tube-grown beef will be served in London restaurant this week
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2380308/Hamburger-test-tube-grown-beef-stem-cells-slaughtered-cow-cooked-eaten-week.html#ixzz2aLylWXdC



http://www.nbcnews.com/science/intense-flavor-

330-000-hamburger-was-built-lab-hits-spot-6C10835460
 

 
IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!

IN THE NEWS

 

 

 

 

Robots. Aliens. Monsters. Smurfs. Hobbits. Superheroes. Carlos Danger.

Wars have been winding down (sort of).

Ice caps are still melting at a good clip.

Our phones and computers are being monitored.

Hamburgers---described as gray and slimy---are now being grown in test tubes.

Justin Bieber is still spitting on people.

Limbaugh and Hannity may soon be out of jobs.

The Pope says it’s o.k. to be gay.

The sun still rises.

 

IT’S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!

 

 

 

 

BULLETS ROPE AND A DOPE

Texas has by far executed more inmates than any other state in the U.S. since the Supreme Court allowed executions to resume. Since 1982, six years after the high court's order, Texas has executed 503 inmates. Virginia is a distant second at 110.

 

Texas prison system running out of execution drug

MICHAEL GRACZYK,Associated Press

Posted:   08/01/2013

 

http://www.elpasotimes.com/newupdated/ci_23777367/texas-prison-system-running-out-execution-drug

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PRISON WARDEN:

Hello.

 Connect me to Governor Perry.

 This is the Prison Warden.

OPERATOR:

One moment please.

Warden, Governor Perry is tied up in a meeting right now.

May I give him a brief message?

PRISON WARDEN:

Yeah.

Tell the governor we can’t execute any more prisoners because we ran out of our drug that does the executin’.

OPERATOR:

Thank you sir.

I’ll give the Governor your message.

PRISON WARDEN (To himself):

Tied up, yeah I bet he’s tied up…his underwear's tied up in a bunch of knots.

 

(After 30 minutes)

GOVERNOR PERRY:

Warden?

Yeah, Rick Perry.

I hear you’ve ran out of the stuff that snuffs out the prisoners.

PRISON WARDEN:

That’s correct sir.

GOVERNOR PERRY:

Well, do we still have bullets and rope?

PRISON WARDEN:

Yes sir.

GOVERNOR PERRY:

Then there’s no problem.

Just put a noose on your rope and bullets in your rifle.

PRISON WARDEN:

Sir, isn’t that a little uncivilized?

GOVERNOR PERRY: (Laughs)

Warden, we’re not in the business to civilize our prisoners, but to kill them.

Just shoot ‘em or hang ‘em.

Leave the civilizing up to us Republicans.

PRISON WARDEN:

Yes sir.

IT’S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!