Archive for April, 2008

Don’t you just love irony?

April 29th, 2008

So if you wanted to get some flags made cheaply, where would you send your order?

You’d probably send it to the People’s Republic of China.

So someone sent their order to a factory in Guangdong province. The factory cheerfully accepted the order and churned out thousands of units before some of the workers spotted the flag being flown by supporters of  Tibetan independence on television.

“Free Tibet” flags with “Made in China” on the label.

Gotta love irony.

This is what the flag looks like:

Letting go of the past

April 29th, 2008

Literally.

I’m going through a herbal detoxification programme at the moment. And no, it’s not detox in the “Betty Ford” sense.

It involves a three-day lead-in where you reduce your food intake by roughly 25% each day while taking a small amount of two herbal compounds, one designed to get things moving along the alimentary canal, the other designed to draw toxins out of the gut.

After those three days, you’re on a five-day, liquids-only fast. This morning is the start of day three of five.

Strangely, I haven’t felt physically hungry, although that’s partly down to the solution of herbs in apple juice that I have to take five times a day. Thoughts of food have so far kindly stayed away unless I catch a whiff of someone else’s dinner. Last night I was stuck with the thought of a fresh, still-warm, crusty baguette with Emmental cheese, salad and mayonnaise…

Right, that’s quite enough of that.

So is it working? Well, the instructions said some odd-looking things might see the light of day and sure enough they have and are. I imagine it has been quite a while since they were recognisable as food. The booklet also said I might experience the symptoms of a cold as my body takes advantage of all its means to eliminate the toxins that are being stirred up. Sure enough, I do seem to have a cold.

It’s odd how habits work, though. Many times I have found myself going to the fridge or the cupboard and looking inside. Not because I particularly wanted to eat, but more because it’s a habit to do so at certain times of the day.

I tried a similar fast years ago but cracked after less than forty eight hours. I’m doing much better this time… sixty hours and counting since my last meal of a light salad and six delicious tiger prawns, flash fried in olive oil and rock salt (there is just no way to make them tastier).

I don’t particularly miss having food in my stomach, as I thought I would. I miss more the enjoyment of food. It seems as though my brain is having a harder time of this than my stomach. If there are any brain doctors reading this, I know it all comes down to the brain anyway.

It’s amazing just how much of our day revolves around food. Yesterday and the day before, I worked through lunch time, although I stopped long enough to have my herby apply juice. It felt as if there was no point in taking a break at lunch time if there wasn’t going to be any lunch. But that’s clearly wrong. Breaks are important for their own sake. Breaks from sitting. Breaks from staring at a screen. Breaks from pressing my wrists into the edge of the desk. Breaks even from the notions I am trying to express in the documents I am already late in delivering so that when I sit back down again, they will be that little bit clearer in my head.

So far I haven’t had any hallucinations that people are made of doughnuts, nor have I been tempted to skewer my cat. Three more days and then I can have an apple for breakfast on Friday morning.

Citigroup sees second giant loss

April 18th, 2008

Citigroup sees second giant loss

To lose one giant may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose two looks like carelessness.

Musing #30

April 11th, 2008

The problem with a really hot Thai meal is that you get to enjoy it once, but it gets to hurt you twice.

Musing #29

April 10th, 2008

If everyone was a team player, how would leaders emerge?

American inches

April 6th, 2008

I’m in the USA at the moment and I bought a new belt yesterday. For the first time in my life I had to buy a 36″ belt.

I am drawn to the inevitable conclusion that American inches are shorter than Imperial inches. Otherwise how could they fit 36 of them onto a belt that goes round my waist?

In my defence I had just eaten a pizza.