Ever since I read Ayn Rand's novella Anthem, I have been thinking about the house that Prometheus finds. From my memory, it had been abandoned for a few hundred years yet it was still fully functional.
PorcFest is an amazing week long gathering of liberty lovers that is not to be missed, and each year it gets even better. This year was no exception, as the Osbornes and all the other volunteers put together a nearly flawless event.
This modern age has been bestowed with multiple forms of communication, most of them virtually instantaneous. We have phone, email, chat, text messaging (SMS), and other mixes and variants on those basic capabilities. For most people, this amount of connectivity is amazing and enhances life to an amazing extent. And for the most part, I think so too. But too much connectivity has its down sides, especially for people like me.
For a long time now I've been taking vitamin supplements. I've always considered them as a sort of insurance. If the stuff I was eating didn't quite give me everything I needed, the pills would fill it out. Or so I thought.
Ever since my late twenties I've been a pretty conscientious eater, and have eaten healthier than most people. But after 17 years as a thoughtful vegetarian, taking vitamins regularly, I ended up with a shortage. A blood test confirmed that I was short of vitamin B12. I hadn't been doing as good a job as I'd thought.
In the last few weeks, I've been having really bad cramps in my calves that last for days. I initially figured they were mostly a symptom of the stress I've been dealing with. I've noticed that when I'm around people I tense up, and have only been able to relax completely after a good night's sleep in a room where I'm alone.
I've had lots of people ask me how I got involved in precious metals. Its not the most exciting story, but people seem to like it so here it is.
Back when I was in the army, I once went with a friend to a pawn shop. As he drove, he explained that every paycheck he went and bought one ounce of silver. I don't remember a lot of the details, but I do remember thinking the piece he picked up was interesting, but I really didn't "get it".
Two days ago I had a gloriously productive day (compared to recent history anyway). I went for a jog, made a great breakfast, and got a lot of work done. But yesterday sucked. It started out OK with another good jog and a nice breakfast, but the rest of the day I was unable to get into gear. Pretty much the entire day was a waste and I was certainly more irritable.
Its been a while since I wrote anything for this blog. Its about time I tried getting in the habit of more frequent postings. Today's post will be a general health update.
I recently got entered into the VA health care system, and have been checking things out. I have full coverage (but no dental) so I can afford it.
At the most recent Porc Fest, I had the pleasure of listening to a presentation by an extended family that is working very hard to become self-sufficient. They talked for over an hour on all the various aspects of such a life, but what I found most interesting was the mention of danger.
In Ayn Rand's book "Atlas Shrugged
