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  • GlibFit 3.0 Week 5 Wrapup – Personalizing your plan

    Short post this week, because I’ve been traveling and didn’t get far enough ahead on these posts before I left.

    The single biggest factor that makes fitness advice a clusterfuck is the fact that different people react differently to the same exact plan.

    On a macro (big picture, not macronutrient) level, there are three body types that affect your reaction to fitness plans.

    Ectomorph – Ectomorphs are lean and have difficulty building muscle. The word that comes to mind is “scrawny”.

    Endomorph Endomorphs store fat easily and lose it slowly. They’re the big hosses with barrel chests.

    Mesomorph – Mesomorphs build muscle easily and have a naturally high metabolism. These are the folks who can get “ripped” easily.

    In summarizing a bunch of research that I read, the consensus is that you’re not locked into one category or another. You can be a blend of more than one category, and you can move between categories depending on age, fitness level, and other factors.

     

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    For example, when I’m regularly working out 4 or 5 days per week, I keep some of my endomorph tendency to retain fat, but I build muscle easily and do not store additional fat. When I stop working out, I quickly lose my muscle mass and store fat if I even look at food.

    What does this have to do with personalizing your plan? It gives you more information about what to do and not do during your fitness plan. Using myself as an example, I’m sensitive to carbs, so my diet plan involves reducing my consumption of sugars and grains. When I keep my total carbs below 75g per day, I tend to lose 1-2lbs per week. Similarly, I know that when I plateau while doing my cardio on an elliptical, a stair stepper will usually break that plateau.

     

    Since it’s a quick week, no recipe or exercise. See y’all next week!

  • The Hat and The Hair Extended Universe: Hillary, The Becoming: Episode 22

    The winds across the barren plain howled, cold, with stinging flecks of rock picked up by gusts.

    “Tell us of 2020,” the crone whispered.

    “Many plans are in motion, Grandmother,” Hillary said. “Plans within plans, plans for plans.”

    “Speak plainly or not at all,” the old woman said.

    “The plan is largely the same as 2016,” Hillary said. Someone behind her groaned loudly.

    “BUT THIS TIME, I will succeed!” Hillary said through gritted teeth.

    The Pussy Hat Horde behind her shifted their weight and scuffed the ground with their expensive shoes, but otherwise fell silent.

    “Our servants in the media will attack the fool at all turns. There will be TV reports of his malfeasance, scathing articles in The Atlantic and New Yorker, and many women will come forward to accuse him of sexual misdeeds. He has groped and mishandled many women, old and young, beautiful and ugly, fat and only a little chunky. Something will stick this time. Surely something will stick!”

    “His powers against holy rage are various and sundry,” the crone said.

    “He cannot hide behind the power of the dingus forever!” Hillary said through gritted dentures.

    “Hi-yo!” someone yelled.

    “We have #metoo on our side now,” Hillary continued. “It won’t be like last time. Comey isn’t…”

    “Say not his foul name!” the crone snapped, suddenly animated.

    “Yes, Grandmother,” Hillary said.

    “Emails!” the horde wailed in terror.

    “SILENCE!” the ancient figure thundered.

    Grumbling and crying and squatting to pee in fright, the Pussy Horde took some time to calm, even with Hillary chanting Sarah MacLaughlin lyrics to soothe them.

    “And who will be your running mate?” the crone inquired.

    “Harris or Booker, whichever of them submits first.”

    “Intersectionality,” the crone crooned contentedly.

    “Intersectionality,” the horde sighed.

    “Like totes intersectional!” a deformed 14-year-old in the front row said brightly.

    “Booker has the power of the dingus on his side,” the crone said.

    “And charisma,” Hillary said. “Like Barry.” She spat on the ground and it sizzled.

    “You might not be able to control him. He might be a danger in the primary,” the crone pointed out. Hillary spat again, a fat black blob of corruption.

    “Harris might be better. More… malleable,” Hillary said. “She isn’t too bright, though, and I can’t afford a Palin on my ticket.”

    “Joe served Barry well,” the crone observed.

    “I love Joe! He’s just so dreamy!” one of the horde said. Those around her groped her back into silence.

    “But a double female ticket,” mused Hillary. “Someone so thoroughly and amazingly qualified as me and a… person of intersectionality like Harris. We could be unstoppable. We could wash the Republican taint from America forever!’

    Some in the horde giggled.

    “Victory will be ours,” the crone said dustily. Rivulets of piss were running off the edge of the dais.

  • Wednesday Morning Links

    Carry on, big guy.

    Halfway through this week and I’m exhausted.  The Dodgers-Brewers game didn’t help that matter last night.  The Dodgers needed that win and got it. Let’s see if the Astros can duplicate the feat tonight after the bullpen shit the bed yesterday.  Also, the NBA started real games yesterday. You can find the scores somewhere online if you look.  Nick Bosa will not be returning to the field in Columbus this year and will work on getting ready for the NFL draft.  Best of luck, big guy. You’ll be sadly missed.

    Nice rack, Miss Hayworth

    Today’s famous birthdays include: actress Irene Ryan, Pope John PAUL I, playwright Arthur Miller, comic book writer Jerry Siegel, the lovely Rita Hayworth, trombonist Rico Rodriguez, daredevil Evel Knievel, musician Gary Puckett, drummer Michael Hossack, actor George Wendt, actress Margot Kidder, acting legend Dolph Lundgren, comedian and tireless tweeter of minutiae Norm McDonald, golf legend Ernie Els, rapper and Trump hater Marshall Mathers, baseball player Kenny Powers John Rocker, F1 legend Kimi Räikkönen, and actress Felicity Jones.

    Its also the day Mendelssohn’s 1st piano concerto premiered, Luxembourg’s constitution was adopted, Edison filed a patent for the first motion picture, the Bank Of America (Bank of Italy) was founded, the first transatlantic wire service began, Einstein arrived in the US as a refugee, “Mr Smith Goes To Washington” was released, so was “Bullitt”, Jimmy Carter restored Jefferson Davis’s citizenship, Mother Teresa was awarded the Nobel Prize, and the Traveling Wilburys released their first album.

    OK, on to…the links!

    Don’t fuck with The Zodiac, Mick.

    A Hispanic man and an Irish-American debated last night for the Texas Senate seat. The minority candidate will likely walk away from it with a bump in the polls, as the Mick’s chances of winning fade when he decries fossil fuels with a picture of a giant oil barge (a large part of the state’s economy) rolls behind him.

    If you were one of the hundreds of Americans that watched “The Connors” last night, you know the petulantly killed off Roseanne’s character with an opioid overdose and made her part of a local opioid distribution ring. The aforementioned star of the show did not react well. Neither did Twitter, but whatever. It’ll be cancelled in six months anyway.

    Alt sign: Actions shouldn’t have consequences

    The breakdown of the family unit continues apace. Sadly, this should be the biggest story of the day. But it won’t be by a long shot. Anyway, this is the result of social planning that says the government will take care of you and your kids if you aren’t married.  And it also results in the creation of a bunch of boys being raised without fathers and ending up sipping hot chocolate in a bathtub when things don’t go their way.

    Nate Silver takes a swipe at the media. That’s what we in the real world call “hedging”.

    This trial is a circus. But that’s what sells papers.

    The Khashoggi case gets weirder and weirder. I only hope the media’s bloodlust (that exists solely in order to harm Trump) doesn’t drive us into another war.

    Here’s one.  And another with some pace.   And a rocking third.

    Now go give em hell, friends!

  • Playlist – Cover Songs

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    Greetings fellow glibs.

    Instead of the usual old people music (NTTAWWT), I thought it might be fun to share some of my tastes in music.

    For this selection, I chose cover songs, because I think cover songs are fun. Also, vocals from pretty girls because they’re nice to look at. If the glibs are entertained, then I might put together more selections.

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    First up: Misterwives – Riptide (COVER) by Vance Joy

    Unfortunately, I only became aware of this group shortly after they played a show in my town. I will be sure to not miss the next one.

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    Heard of the HAIM sisters? I don’t know why I’m asking, it doesn’t matter. Here’s the next song.

    HAIM cover Shania Twain ‘That Don’t Impress Me Much’ for Like A Version

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    Yeah, I like pop music. Fight me.

    Green Light – LORDE | Alex Goot & SAINTE Cover

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    Last but not least, Glibs’ favorite youtuber: POPPY! (accompanied by a bunch of hipsters)

    KIDS / MGMT / HEYHIHELLO

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  • SPectacular Tuesday Afternoon Links

     

    Good afternoon, kids. I bet you thought you were going to receive SPectacular links, or at least a SPectacular layout thereof. But no.

    SPectacular applies to the Tuesday Afternoon part of the title. It is a beautiful autumn afternoon here, if a little windy.
     

    Well, let’s see what is going on in the rest of the world.

     
     

    I like them all and couldn’t choose, so you get three musical selections.

    A standard.

    A little darker.

    And one for the Old Guy.

  • A Glib Goes to Hanoi



    I went to Hanoi with my mother in early September. It was my fourth trip to Vietnam. I’ve worked my way up north–started off in Phu Quoc with the ex; spent 2015-2016 New Years with her in Saigon (it was cheaper than celebrating in Singapore); had an amazing time in Da Nang last year; and finally this.

    Vietnam is a very unusual place. One advantage of colonialism (for me!) is that the French Romanized the language. I’ll never get the tonal bits right but it’s fairly easy to at least kinda-sorta sound out signs and menus. The French influence is also very easy to see–with food and architecture–as you’ll see later. Some people call it (and Laos, etc) “Paris in the jungle.” The people are universally friendly and do not be fearful to be an American; The American War is in the past and people are more than happy to have us around. Wounds heal.

    The swarm of scooters and spiderweb power lines swirl around every street. It’s oppressively hot and everything is out in the open. Life is more low key. Evenings are shared with the family open to the air. There aren’t many rules.

    It was very difficult to whittle down these photos. I picked out 104 that I thought were worthy of my highlight reel. I’m limiting myself to ten for this post. I think that is excessive, but I just can’t help myself. It would be to cheat you.  *I lied. Turns out be 13*

     

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    Hello, Hanoi! It has about 8 million people but much of the city consists of these little side streets. Full of food and many shops—expect bike mechanics and people sewing. Right off the sidewalk with shutters open.

     

     

    Mopeds are everywhere. And yes, the hats are a real thing.

     

     

    I picked this instead of the statue of Lenin that I took from the bus. It is only open for a few hours every morning and it never worked with our schedule to see the preserved body of the North Vietnamese leader. I’m OK with that. I’d be forced to be reverent to the embodiment of something I find evil. I still would have because transgression is fun, but it wasn’t to be.

     

     

    This is the Hanoi Hilton. They have a guillotine and supposedly John McCain’s flight suit from when he was shot down. It was hard to pick a photo to represent this. The weird clay people with ankle shackles were very unnerving. Not sure I made the best choice. Fuck it.

     

     

    Now Mom and I went to Ha Long. This was a cave within the mountains. Unbelievable formations and absolutely gorgeous.

     

     

    Tons of fishermen and tourist boats sailing. Many come up to yours to sell bananas and other treats. The bigger boat was refueling the smaller right before this pic. They stopped to have a smoke and snack. The world goes slower here.

     

     

    Boy falls in love with world. Craves more.

    Hands down my favorite picture of the trip, and one of my favorites of all time. It was beautiful watching him absorb the atmosphere, just by himself. I imagine that I looked like that as a child. I try to feel like that as often as possible. There’s a big world out there, and I intend to experience as much of it as I can.

     

     

     

     

    Ha Long Bay. It is very difficult to express how shockingly beautiful this place is.

    The innumerous cliff daggers jut out from the ocean in divine randomness.

     

     

    Just like that.

     

     

    Dog in the market. My mother thought it was a baby pig. I decided not to tell her the truth. Markets in Asia are always a fascinating experience. You can buy bottles of blood and every intestine and bit of whatever animal du jour. As a former butcher, it’s good for people to see the process up close, with nothing wasted.

     

     

    Here is some of that French influence. Based on Notre Dame. Gorgeous but also dirty. This layman blames the grime on the slash-and-burn farming popular in Southeast Asia. Buildings and Baguettes. Album name. Mine.

     

     

    This little alley was mostly empty, but has many shopfronts and homes alike. There is a market on the tracks during the day. They move aside when the train comes through. I wanted to watch that but my mother was concerned about making our flight—I missed it by about 30 minutes. So it goes.

    Same street. Every shop front is open and exposed to walk by. This how shit be, yo.

     

     

    Sorry that I don’t have more city shots. It is indeed a very large place, but that’s not really my thing. Some people like mountains or the sea—I like quirky little streets. Back alleys and mischief. Everywhere I go I always visit a big local market. I love watching people buying and selling—and most importantly—just living. Seeing life for how it is and minimizing touristy stuff, although most things are touristy for a reason.

     

    Most people fill their lives with spouses, children, or their work. I’m largely empty in those ways. I’ve filled my life with memories of the places and people that I’ve met across six continents. Sometimes that makes me sad, but mostly it just makes me want to explore some more and try to fill that hollow cup. There is more out there to discover.

    Yukon, ho!

  • Tuesday Morning Links

    Aside from this goofy shit, it was a great game.

    Today is a really big day for me.  I’ll tell ya’ll why tomorrow. But its a big day for me. So my stress level will be high. But hopefully the Astros will bring it down a peg or two. Just like the Brewers did for their fans at the end of that pitching masterpiece last night.  They’re up 2-1 now. The pivotal Game 3 is on tap for tonight.

    In other sports, the Packers topped the 49ers to cap the week in football. England beat Spain in a wild one in the UEFA Nations League and your NHL winners were: Toronto, Montreal, Ottawa and Nashville.  Hey, a trifecta of Canadian teams winning.  Nice job, America Junior.

    Still one of the best sports movies ever made.

    Lexicographer Noah Webster (sorry, Miriam) was born on this day, so were noted pervert Oscar Wilde, Isreali statesman David Ben-Gurion, Irish revolutionary Michael Collins, actress Angela Lansbury, annoying sportscaster Tim McCarver, rocker C Fred Turner, actress Suzanne Somers, guitarist Bob Wier, director David Zucker, quality actor (but idiot) Tim Robbins, bassist Michael Balzary, and baseball player Bryce Harper.

    Its also the day these things happened: Napoleon was defeated in the Battle of Leipzig, “Jane Eyre” was published, John Brown carried out his raid at Harper’s Ferry, BYU was founded, “Pygmalion” premiered, noted racist Margaret Sanger opened her first clinic, TE Lawrence met Faisal Hoessein for the first time, the “Long March” began, “The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe” was released, CCR broke up, Pope John Pail II was elected, Messi made his Barcelona debut, and the Million Man March was held.

    Some heady stuff there. Now on to…the links!

    Wait, what’s wrong with stopping here in this civilized, modern nation?

    A new caravan of Honduran “refugees” heads toward the US border to seek asylum. I guess they couldn’t find a single Mexican immigration official along the way to whom they could ask for asylum.

    The Harvey Weinstein circus is getting cranked up to 11 as a second prosecutor leaves the case amid accusations of covering up evidence against an accuser.

    Elizabeth Warren decided to get a DNA test, of sorts, after all. The aftermath could not have been what she planned.  I guess she doesn’t realize a lot of people out there actually understand math, especially statistics.  Among those who can court are leaders of the Cherokee Nation, apparently.

    Gratuitous image of Warren in an Indian headdress

    Microsoft co-founder Paul Allen has died. He was 65.

    A pair of Chicago cops may face firing after shooting at an unarmed teen in a stolen car. The officer who later shot and killed the teen is fighting his six month suspension.

    A judge tossed Stormy Daniels defamation suit against Trump. She has also been ordered to pay his legal expenses.  Twitter almost had a meltdown.

    This is a bit of an overreaction, in my opinion. But its Florida, so we’ll have to wait and see how it ends up.

    The first song. The second song. And the last song. Sorry, deadheads. The rest of you: you’re welcome.

    Go have a s great a day as I hope to have, friends.

  • Illinois- Why We’re Well and Truly Fucked

    In thermodynamics, we have three laws, which can be popularly and accurately summed up as follows:

    First Law: You can’t win, the best you can do is break even.

    Second Law: You can only break even at absolute zero.

    Third Law: You can’t reach absolute zero.

    And that sums up Illinois’s finances. I spent a day reading through some wonderful and depressing information at the Illinois Policy Institute’s website (www.illinoispolicy.org) and would suggest you do the same, even if you aren’t stuck here like I am: it’s a cautionary tale. I’m just going to toss out a few illustrative highlights I’ve dug up there, which will (I hope) inspire people to look further. And it gave me some good rocks to throw (metaphorically) at our Assembly candidates.

    Illinois’s woes are legendary, numerous, and well-documented. I’m simply going to list a few highlighted facts, which lead to the unfortunate and inevitable conclusion: we’re spiraling down the toilet and there’s no way to stop it. The root causes are baked in and, as a practical matter, immutable.

    As you’d expect from a state known as The Cradle of Graft, there’s an amazing amount of money lost to corruption. I found story after story showing hundreds of millions of dollars wasted in useless projects, subsidies, payoffs, kickbacks, legal expenses for police abuse, you name it. But all of that doesn’t even make page one of the Pareto chart.

    Illinois’s debt is over $200 billion, with state assets of about $20 billion, and this doesn’t even count local debt, which adds another $100 billion onto the flaming pile. This breaks down to over $50,000 for each and every taxpayer in the state. So you can see that the Three Stooges of How We’re Going to Fix Things beloved of politicians giving speeches (“Waste, Fraud, and Abuse”) are down in the noise; $100 million dollars doesn’t scratch the surface. The tax increases that have been proposed (which will somehow magically not drive people and businesses out of the state at a faster rate than they’re already exiting) aren’t even close to enough to cover this debt.

    Well, how about cutting spending? Let’s look at that a bit, starting with what we’re spending the money on.

    Far and away the biggest cause cause is well-known: public employee pensions and health insurance benefits costs. How bad is it?

    Here’s a delightful graphic which just looks at one typical municipal issue, cops.

    Though there’s variation from county to county, the pattern remains the same.

    How about fire?

    So again, the pattern is clear. If we cut every single penny of cops and fire protection spending, closed every police stations and fire house, and could somehow get around the unions and fire every worker, we would STILL be vastly underwater. There’s nothing unique here; there’s similar charts for teachers, nurses, clerical, administrative, and every other type of state leech employee classification.

    The debt, pension and health insurance costs for retired state workers represent over $185 billion, or about 85% of the Illinois debt. It cannot be stressed enough: this is for people who are no longer working. You could fire EVERYBODY currently employed, cut every goddam program (good or bad), shutter every building, and barely dent the issue. These deals were put in place by the generations of family politicians who have run the state and municipal governments, the Daleys, the Madigans, the Stevensons, the Simons, the Jacobs… all enriching themselves and their hangers-on, while pulling hundreds of millions from the fabulously corrupt unions to indebt all the rest of us.

    So since we can’t tax our way out, we can’t reduce spending enough to make a difference, I guess there’s only one thing left to do: cut the pensions. Oh wait…

    Membership in any pension or retirement system of the State, any unit of local government or school district, or any agency or instrumentality thereof, shall be an enforceable contractual relationship, the benefits of which shall not be diminished or impaired.

    The above is Article 13 Section 5 of the Illinois Constitution. That’s right, it’s in the fucking constitution that we can’t touch the vast bulk of where the money is pouring out. If you want to cut even a dime of the vast sums of money being spent on people who aren’t working , you have to amend the constitution. To do that, there must be an affirmative vote of 2/3 of the House of Representatives and the Senate AND then be approved by a majority of voters on a special election ballot, most of whom do not pay the bulk of taxes. This is de facto a nearly impossible hurdle.

    So we can’t win, we can’t break even, and we can’t get to absolute zero debt. The politicians running who pretend to have ways to fix things and to help taxpayers and property owners are lying scumbags. We are all fucked. Like so many others, I’m doing everything I can to get the hell out of here.

    I will not miss this place.

     

  • Monday Afternoon Links

    Some of you may get the impression that we at Glibertarians really enjoy beating up on Brett for being insanely unreliable. That couldn’t be further from the truth; we enjoy beating up on Brett for his Brettness. His fickleness and last minute ghosting on links duty is just a convenient excuse for a verbal soap party.

    The British government is trying to tackle loneliness with prescription dance and cooking classes. I just spent a week in an independent living facility and I can see the value in that kind of socializing. The proposals are less ridiculous than the mandatory broccoli, but it’s interesting to watch state run healthcare trot down this course.


    Speaking of the Brits: Duchess Meghan, Prince Harry are expecting their first child in the spring…*cries*. I’m a little annoyed Megan Duchess of York news keeps getting floated for me just because I tried to find the uncensored version of the pics from that one party Harry attended that one time.


    Kim Kardashian and Kanye West met with Yoweri Museveni, whose leadership of Uganda is almost as old as I am. I don’t know why but I find everything about this passage mind-blowing:

    The President [Museveni] earlier in the day tweeted, “I welcome American entertainment stars Kanye West and @KimKardashian to Uganda. I held fruitful discussions with the duo on how to promote Uganda’s tourism and the arts.”

    This is a man whose presidency is old enough to be a Millenial and he’s @ing Kim Kardashian like it’s just what you do.


    You guys may have Autumn with your blaze of orange, red and gold leaves, but a California Fall is ablaze with…you know… actual fire. Also I was just in the greater Rochester area this last week and I’d like to call shenanigans on this whole Autumn thing. It was 83°F, humid and sunny the whole time.


    And because everyone likes Shakira covered in crude oil, your music of the day.

  • Why Are Precious Metals Precious?

     

    Why do we view these metals as valuable?

    The most understandable reason, obviously is utility. Certain properties of these metals can accomplish what nothing else can, or at least, at a far less cost.

    However, that doesn’t seem to relate to the value of most of the precious metals.

     

    (Note: I’d add copper) The value of these metals appears totally unrelated to any utility they have. Their utility as money (rare, stable units) may play a part today.

    911 Metallurgist gives a good rundown of why people would want these metals for specific business /  use purposes. And while that’s understandable, it doesn’t account for the massive price of the metals beyond what they can accomplish economically.

    That’s my main point: these metals are valued at a price point far beyond their utility. So what makes them valuable?

    The history of civilization does provide a massive clue: they have been used as currency for millennia. But the question regarding fiat currencies still applies: if no one values them, do they have any value?

    Please feel free to show me I’m wrong.