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Saturday, March 24, 2018

Three Habits for Perfect Digestion │ In Praise of True Lard │ Negotiating with U.S. Physicians and Hospitals

I don't often use my Explorer browser, but one use I have for it is keeping my alternate Google identity active. My main Google account is defaulted to anytime I use Firefox or Google Chrome.

The reason I have the alternate Google account at Explorer is to have a second location for filed images ─ I am leery of encroaching too far into the data load that an account owner can have (for free) before being faced with having to pay for the data space.

Anyway, of late anytime I go to the Explorer browser and access my Google Photos images ─ specifically, the Bali and Thailand photos that were taken in January and February when my wife Jack returned to her home village in Thailand to have an extended visit with her mother ─ each time I open the first image after newly arriving at the photo album, a Malwarebytes popup appears to inform me that it has blocked something it identifies as "Malware.Exploit.Agent.Generic," and the location seems to be a file called "C:\\Windows\SysWOW64\vbscript.dll." 

As I said, this only happens anytime I pay a visit to the photo albums and open my first image in that new visit ─ no matter how many more I may open, no further warning popups appear.

And I have just now tried this again. I need to clarify that it is not when I open that first photo. Rather, it happens the first time that I right-click on a photo to access its properties. As soon as the little popup appears offering the "General" information about the image, that is when I get the Malwarebytes popup warning about the blocked exploit.

It only happens the first time I seek the properties of a photo ─ I do not have the warning appear afterwards anytime I check the properties of any further photos.

But it seems invariable ─ it always happens after I open my very first image in a new visit to the albums, and then right-click the image to see its properties.

It leads me to wonder if my wife Jack's nephew's camera might have an infection, or else the USB flash drive that his photos were transferred to for my wife Jack to bring back home to Canada.

The nephew is a professional photographer, and has a good camera.

It's nice that Malwarebytes blocks the malware exploit agent, but I want more done than that ─ I want the bloody thing gone.

Right now my computer is running the latest version of Microsoft Windows Malicious Software Removal Tool - March 2018, but I am not at all optimistic it will uncover anything.

Next I will try Microsoft Safety Scanner, if it is also free.

I got to bed last night at 12:24 a.m., if I am remembering right. My younger brother Mark had gotten too involved in a couple of comedy series that I had tuned in to test out after we had watched our usual shows.

He had wanted to watch the second episode of the first comedy series we sampled (Ghosted), but I maintained that we should also be checking out the second series (Future Man).

After watching the premiere episode of Future Man, even though it was late and he had an early chiropractor appointment scheduled for this morning, he was enthusiastic about staying up for the next episode, as well.

I had a rather broken night's sleep, finally checking the time around 5:15 a.m. this morning and initially trying to drop into another "nap." However, after about 10 minutes or so I decided that I ought to just get up and get to work on the post I am building at Lawless Spirit, one of my six hosted websites.

I was concerned that it I waited too long into the morning, Mark might get away and be back from his chiropractor appointment, and then want to watch something on our Android TV Box (which I have to operate). My concern was that this would delay the nap I would be desiring, and that in turn would threaten my afternoon session of exercising out in the backyard tool shed.

It was a wet morning out there, but the rain was not heavy.

I put in 1½ average mornings' of work on the post, by which time Mark was back from his appointment. But he had not yet finished reading the morning Vancouver Sun newspaper, and so it was that I was able to seek the sanctity of my room and get that nap while he did that with a coffee.

I napped, and when I afterward checked the time, I saw that I had been in bed for over 80 minutes. Nevertheless, it took me a few minutes before I could galvanize myself to get up ─ it was very pleasant in bed.

I found that Mark had retired to his own bedroom.

I fixed up my day's second hot beverage, and then I browsed the newspaper. By the time I had finished with the perusal, Mark made an appearance.

By then the noon-hour had nigh expired, and he was ready to watch something ─ he generally seems content with whatever I tune in on the Android TV Box.

I had three shows I was interested in trying out, but unfortunately the first series was either Spanish or Portuguese with no subtitles, and the second was German with no subtitles.

The third show we watched: Godless.

Mark had arranged with three friends to meet up with them at some pub, and he had told one of them that he would pick the guy up around 2:50 p.m. The premiere episode of Godless ended a bit after 2:00 p.m.

Had it been that he had nothing scheduled to do, I have scant doubt that he would have wanted to sit and watch the second episode of that series.

How unfortunate that it is but a miniseries, and that there is not any spin-off regular series to succeed it. That first episode was most interesting!

It wasn't too much later that I managed to work up the enthusiasm to get out to the backyard tool shed for those exercises, managing to do one extra repetition than is my current norm in the first of the four sets of pull-ups which lead off the four exercises presently comprising the session I engage out there.

I could notice some small blue areas in the mostly clouded sky, so we will probably have a rain-free afternoon.

I do not feel that I am a big eater ─ I was certainly gluttonous when the opportunity afforded that luxury back when I was a much younger man.

I have no digestive troubles that I know of. Certainly I do not suffer from indigestion or heartburn, but of course there might be some unknown impairment of my body's ability to fully absorb all of the nutrients that it requires.

I tend to think not.

So even though I feel that I have decent digestion, I did find this article of some interest ─ as should you:

LifeSpa.com

The only one of those habits I can lay any claim to is that of lying upon my left side when I seek a nap, and quite often after I retire for the night.

I tend to eat rather hurriedly ─ usually here at my computer for my early daily meal, and in front of the T.V. for my evening meal. Generally, I only eat twice a day.

The evening meal is often accompanied by agitation ─ whether because my brother Mark is home and stinking drunk; or else because my stepsons are especially irritating. That latter feature is as commonplace as the former.

As for walks, I could never get out to enjoy a peaceful walk after eating unless I moved miles and miles away from here. My part of Surrey is utterly choked with development, and I only venture away from home when I must hike away to do some shopping errand, or possibly mail a bill payment.

I detest it out there. Both debt and my environment have me virtually housebound.

But speaking of meals and eating, I only became aware just a very few years back that the so-called lard we sometimes have in the house is not true lard at all. "Shortening" is not necessarily lard by any means.

I first realized this when I was going to use some to do some cooking with. I had expected that it was going to be pure animal fat, but it was not ─ it was a counterfeit ─ basically, vegetable shortening. 

If you want to kill members of your family ─ or yourself ─ just keep using vegetable shortenings and margarine, and shun natural animal fats like true lard and butter.

That heart attack and other cardiovascular nightmares will come in time.

Jack Harrison can be overboard with many of his articles, but he at least does sometimes bring my attention to information that I might otherwise miss:

JacksDailyDose.com

His commentary led me to seek some other reports about this same topic:

Independent.co.uk

DailyMail.co.uk

I even found one ─ a Canadian report, no less ─ that rather turned me off:

GlobalNews.ca

I don't know anything about the dietitian who was consulted and whose views were the basis for the article, but he never even bothered touching upon the fact that most of the marketplace lard is probably hydrogenated; and the British reports maintained that people should do their best to locate natural animal sources of lard, and try to steer clear of the mainstream commercial lards.

The "Canadian dietitian" never even brought up anything at all about how organic, natural sources of lard could well be far superior to those that were tested for the composition results he cited when he compared lard to butter.

The article also seemed to have been sloppily edited. Anyone making a living writing ought to be more respectful of their end product.

I have an article to refer any American readers to ─ one reviewer of the article claimed that anyone thoroughly studying it could conceivably have a hospital bill reduced by ⅔ or even ¾ if the patient (or hospital bill-payer) was informed enough to get involved with the billing department.

Since I am not American, I haven't bothered to delve into the article ─ it has absolutely no relevance to me, and looks imposing. But maybe you need to see it, if you're American:

ZeroHedge.com

How dreadful that this is the way things are in the medical system!

Earlier I mentioned about my wife Jack having traveled back to Thailand to visit her mother for an extended holiday.

Jack also treated five of her family members to a short stay in Bali, with some help from her two sons.

My guess is that these photos are of some of the decor inside the hotel they may have stayed at ─ the photos were taken on January 26, 2018:



This next photo displays my wife's nephew Mark, the professional photographer:


The following month ─ on February 25, 2018 ─ Mark's sister was to be married. 

My wife Jack attended the wedding.

The following two photos show the bride and groom (and some others) kneeling before some monks who were probably bestowing blessings:



The lovely young lass at the left who is near to the bride is Kæ̂m or Gâaem, Mark's wife ─ and thus the bride's sister-in-law. And Lumpoon ─ mother of both the bride and Mark ─ is directly behind Kæ̂m or Gâaem.

Okay, with my evening well begun, I am now going to close today's post with this old journal entry of mine from 41 years ago when I was 27 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster

I was renting my tiny suite in a private home located on Ninth Street [Google map] and two houses up from Third Avenue.

I had spent the night at the duplex unit that my younger brother Mark was renting in Surrey, for we had attended the funeral of our paternal Uncle Al (Alfred) that had taken place in Richmond.

It had been an extremely late night, for our father Hector only wanted to remain in Richmond drinking, and Mark finally got into a great row with him in order to finally get him and his girlfriend Maria Fadden to comply to be driven back to their apartment in Burnaby.

I wrote that it may have been 3:00 a.m. before we were back to Mark's suite and each to bed ─ quite drunk.

Mark was living a reasonably short distance along Semiahmoo Road [Google map] from where it sprouted off Old Yale Road.
THURSDAY, March 24, 1977

I forced myself up about 6:10 a.m., and soon set off for home. Chris [a co-worker of Mark] may have passed me on Old Yale (the hill) on his way to work.

[I was a walker. To get home, I probably hiked Old Yale Road to the railway tracks that you can see just to the left of 125-B Street on this Google map. I would have turned onto them and headed upward as viewed on that map until I reached Scott Road, and from there would have followed it to the Pattullo Bridge and crossed over to New Westminster.]

It was a nice morning. I hope Mark handles the day properly.

I found a message scribbled on my door by Bill [William Alan Gill was an old friend] saying he'd called yesterday.

Some girl had gotten to the laundromat before me this morning; I spent $1.40 on 4 Marvels at the store. I was tempted to obtain a Penthouse, but reasoned that if my diet works, I might get the real thing soon enough.

I went to bed for, I think, over 2 hours, sleeping soundly and awakening more sober.

I exercised.

It was quite sunny after 3:00 p.m. when I left for Woodward's, mailing a Special K Mediterranean cruise sweepstake entry, buying a $2 money order and 25 - 4¢ stamps, and spending $4.43 on groceries (including 20 lbs. Ellison's whole wheat flour for $2.79).

A dull day!

I typed Cathy a letter [Catherine Jeanette Gunther was Mark's beautiful ex-girlfriend of approximately three years], and will mail it along with an order for stamps (Endangered Wildlife Eastern Cougar) when I go to Safeway this evening. (I spent $4.42 when I did go.)

Next I visited the library, borrowing Frankenstein Unbound by Brian Aldiss, The Psychic Force by Allan Angoff, and Super Natural Cookery by Jim Corbett. 

Bed at 10:00 p.m.
Perhaps a dull day, but I surely did seem to be getting out a lot. Probably I was feeling the social withdrawal of being all alone after such a full social schedule the day before.

I think that Mark had to work this day ─ thus my concern for him, for I undoubtedly felt poorly.

To the present now, I have noticed a fair amount of sunny breaks out there during the late latter afternoon and early evening.
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