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Post by wormwood on Dec 5, 2010 0:34:02 GMT
Meat isn't so bad for the cardiac system, it's all that fat we pack into domesticated animals when they are penned up on a feedlot and given huge quantities of high calorie feed. Breading and deep frying our meats was also a catastrophe for cardiac health. Lean meats are really pretty benign to our systems. Free range poultry, grass fed cattle, wild boar, and goats are all fairly healthy dietary choices. People tend to crave sugar and fat, because they are really concentrated energy sources, and they were a metabolic windfall of sorts for pre-agricultural humans. The hunter/gatherer who managed to make off with a nice chunk of honeycomb was prepared to go longer before his next meal than his "healthy eating" counterpart. These cravings only became problematic when coupled with modern food production methods. Some of the oldest human fossils indicate rampant cannibalism, particularly human skulls gnawed open from below so the diner could get to the brains. Eating brains can cause prion diseases. Talk about a fools bargain! en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prion
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Post by Thlaylie on Dec 5, 2010 4:25:15 GMT
Bah-Rains!
I'm sad you didn't get "on the gripping hand"
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Post by salamut2202 on Dec 5, 2010 5:16:50 GMT
(continuation on wormwood) not to mention that out body doesn't know how to comprehend the stresses of modern day life. people in the city have higher adrenal levels than more rual residents. why? *beep beep* "jugga jugga" #rrrm rrrm#. those annoying little sounds have an effect on your bodies, what does this have to do with weight?
come into salamuts brain stay close or you'll go insane!
look up, now look at me. where are we? we are on a grassland. on an african aemi arid grass land. what stresses does you body encounter? oh shit, a lion. you need to loose weight if you're going to do exist with these fauna. it's really hot too, we don't need that much hair and protective fat now do we? there is a surprising amount of food around, with a high nutritional value. you body doesn't need to store anything, there's planty of stuff!
look down, now back at me. where are we? we're on an icy tundra. there are scarce resources because this place is in drought, hardly any food at all. anything you eat your body definitely better store that! what else is there? oh, ice. it's cold and you need to eat any food greedily to get a protective layer of fat!
look at a shirtless black guy on a horse, now back to me. we are in the modern metropolis. what stresses are you in now? your food doesn't have much nutrient and your body feels like it's looking for diamonds in a coal mine. the food is precessed destroying delicate chemical you need. omega 3 and omega 4 fatty acida are being denatured and omega 1 and omega 6 fatty acids are taking their place. vitamins are torn apart in cooking, minerals are converted in processes. your body thinks you're in drought. your job is in jeopardy, like the stresses of a drought. the rent is slowly encroaching, like a drought. you gain weight! this is what your body thinks will keep you safe, how can you blame it? before the space age this would be a safe assumption. gaining weight keeps you alive as far as it knows.
ok, so you body is in a high risk environment. you are in the bronx of the bronx. you can't afford fancy food and get over whelmed with nutrient so you store almost absolutely nothing. you have a high risk job, not like a drought, it's direct like a predator! oh my god, loose weight so your can run like a pussy. oh, you're getting bullied, actual risk from actual people with actual intent is actually hurt you. keep a low profile, loose weight. you are under weight. you body want to make you as small as possible and once again manipulates you metabolic processes to have the least food in your system. your body thinks this will keep you alive, and why not? before the space age the high nutrient food would keep you alive.
so you have it. your body doesn't know how to deal with space age food, space age situations and space age stresses. our brains are in the space age but we still have the instincts of Homo erectus. our bodies cause unhealthy weight because it thinks we need this because it's the only way it knows how to deal with this. most health issues that have been classified as dietary are actually instinctual issues. not to mention we gave up an easy link between our brains and bodies when we gained sentience and became fucking so smart if we use more that 10% of your brain we risk a stroke.
to thlaylie's future comment - humans are not inferior because of this. pick up an egg. amazing, you didn't crush it. that's called fine motor control. we gave up 75% of out strength to gain that control, it's very hard to access your 100% muscle capacity (which can lift up cars!) but a few can under stress situations. we only need 25% of our strength to maintain the fine control - the same has happened to our brains, the strength being our basic instincts and the fine motor control being our sentience.
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Post by wormwood on Dec 5, 2010 5:48:50 GMT
Another reason we are comparatively weak pound for pound when compared to other animals is that our brains are oxygen hogs, and if we increase our respiration rate to match a cat, the resulting heat will cook your brain like a high fever. Our whole body is designed primarily to support and protect the brains ability to think clearly, rather than wrestle Gorillas or run down cheetahs. It's a pity so few people are willing to cooperate with this natural aptitude.
Moonie? A follower of Sun Myung Moon's cult. Please elucidate.
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Post by salamut2202 on Dec 5, 2010 5:59:54 GMT
i agree. someone should get the UN to make a global announcement to everyone. "our species have fucking huge heads. disproportionally fucking huge craniums in which our biology has made the evolutionary decision to put most support all into that one organ. fucking use it!" that said, it was a pretty good investment. our species ability of mechanical manipulation was so successful that i got to make this rant. don't you like it when things some full circle?
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Post by Thlaylie on Dec 5, 2010 6:24:19 GMT
"On the gripping hand" is a phrase from the sequel to "The Mote in God's Eye" titled (not surprisingly) "The gripping Hand."
See the aliens in the books have 3 arms so they say "On one hand.... on the other hand..., on the gripping hand." Gripping hand and arm is stronger.
That is correct about the Moonies. They are fed a no protein diet to make them more moldable.
You forgot the naked water ape bit Sal, that's why humans have funny noses and almost no fur.
also you said "organ" snerk!
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Post by wormwood on Dec 5, 2010 9:51:25 GMT
It's been 23 years since I read Mote in God's Eye. Not really fresh in my memory. I remember a bit about the Moties' inflatable spacecraft, three armed physiology, their little monkey-like assistants, and penchant for mechanical improvisation, but little else.
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Post by Thlaylie on Dec 5, 2010 20:40:48 GMT
You should re read it along with the sequel.
It's really quite good.
The sequel ties up all the loose ends in the first book.
I like the specialized evolutionary cast system and how they made individual characters that made you understand their caste imperatives, yet still made them feel like persons.
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Post by pwndabearr on Dec 12, 2010 2:15:54 GMT
Liars and hypocrites. So simple and yet so emotionally draining.
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Post by Poly on Jan 28, 2011 19:29:43 GMT
GG: Every morning I wake up and have the same fight... Which was fine four months ago, but now it's getting kinda old.
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Post by westrider on Mar 6, 2011 23:06:22 GMT
GG: Woke up with a hangover. The only drinking I did was in a dream. That just ain't fair.
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Post by Poly on Mar 7, 2011 18:47:22 GMT
GG: We've got bedbugs. I'm going to have to throw away a lot of shit. Including my furniture.
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Post by westrider on Mar 8, 2011 2:53:24 GMT
Dude, I've had a couple of friends have to deal with BedBugs. Ain't no fun. I'm sorry, man.
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Post by loplod on Mar 8, 2011 6:00:36 GMT
I got bedbug bites when I was at a motel around newyears.
One morning I was like "whats with all these red dots all over me!?"
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Post by Poly on Mar 13, 2011 23:00:20 GMT
FUCK!: So I still live with Leela. What great fun that is. I work nights so I sleep during the day. She fuckin set it up so my dealer would come while I'm asleep. He police knocks like a fucking maniac. I go to answer the door but the phone rings. I answer the phone- it's Leela. "He at the door!" I go to the door- he already left. So I hung up and called him. No fucking answer. So I'm running on an hour of sleep- let's wake me up to tell me I still can't get high. That's fine I haven't been high in four days. Just wake me up to tell me he made a whole fucking trip out here to ignore my ass. Hey ya know what better yet? Call me and treat me like shit for sleeping too. That's the kind of day off I live for.
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