Friday, November 9, 2012

I Do Not Crush

By Lucian Blaga - 1919

I do not crush world's corolla of wonders
And do not kill
With my mind mysteries i meet
In my own path
In flowers, eyes or lips or graves.
Let others' light
Choke all the magic of the unseen hidden
In darkness' depth
But i,
I with my light enhance world's riddle -
Exactly how with its pale rays the Moon
Does not decrease but trembling
Increases even more night's secret
The same way i enrich the dark horizon
With shivers large of holy mystery
And all misunderstandings
Turn to some even greater ones
Under my eyes -
Cause i love all
The flowers, eyes and lips and graves.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Heart Muscle Regeneration

I have always been intrigued by the muscular breakdown process during exercise. When exercising beyond your capabilities the next day you have pain and your muscles ache. But it does not help with muscle growth. In fact athletes know this and try to avoid using different techniques. (Those who cheat know that using steroids actually helps with minimizing muscular damage so they can exercise more, stimulating muscle build-up.) Then if you go for a blood test you will have the CK enzyme elevated. So what exactly happens to your dead cells after muscular breakdown?

Then i said to myself. Your own dead cells contain DNA fragments (if DNA theory is true) that can be used in different areas of the body if needed, like in heart, better than from any other source. What if when exercising your body deliberately creates muscular breakdown in areas of your body and uses the cellular remains to rebuild your damaged heart or increase heart muscle?

If this is true, how many times this process can repeat itself until your heart is not fixable anymore?

Maybe even during CPR, where sometimes there is required energetic action from the part of the reviver, some breakdown occurs in the chest area where rhythmic pressure is applied.

Then thinking even further. Maybe heart muscle can be regenerated indefinetley. And it may be a quick process, a matter of hours or even dozens of minutes. Cause that'a how long a moderate muscular breakdown lasts.

How about the nerve circuits that synchronize heart? If you take a heart cell and put it in a Petri dish with nutrients it will continue to contract, rhythmically. All heart cells can do that including the new ones. The problem is how to synchronize them. And that can take a little longer until new nerve circuits build and train themselves. In this interval, fibrillation may occasionally occur. So now how do you fix that?

Defibrillator is one way this may be done. There are people with implanted defibrilators. I always wondered why they only work occasionally. Maybe just only when the heart is at the end of a decompensated regeneration cycle. When muscle buildup has been to great to be retrained by heart's own means.

But they might exist other more or less "natural" methods. I think of the entrained walking. When one person can walk in the same rhythm of the beating heart. Some nerve impulses from other parts of the body can overlap the heart electric currents and help with the retraining process. Other methods can be brain entraining through music or noise, breath entraining, etc. Even mantras, or poetry.

I was looking on the web for a memorable phrase the guy from Computer Age Auto Service once told me, citing the Bible. It was roughly the equivalent of "in the end times people will eat their own flesh" or something like that. But there is no such thing in the Bible. He might have said one of the verses from the Bible like from Ezekiel and i didn't get it right. I was pretty messed up that day as not sleeping for days and prepared for that conversation.

On another occasion one of the more senior programers at Quadramed told me something about one's body consuming itself when starving. He specified that we consume our own muscles for staying alive when fasting.

Yet on another occasion a therapist in a hospital told me that we can use our own body fat to convert it into sugar and keep going. However that is not true. Fat can only be used for keeping body temperature and for a few other "minor" things. To have your body and especially your brain functioning you need glucose or other sugars. I think protein can be broken down to either fat or sugar.

However in all tree instances above your body shuffles his own muscles or fat in order to survive.


Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Bolshevik Revolution

It took place in November 7 1917. Next year in Russia the calendar changed and the date changed to October 25. I think the Russian Orthodox Church still uses the old Julian calendar for celebrations like Christmas, Easter and New Year. The Revolution brought the death of so many millions of Russians. May God forgive them all. I think in history is more important than Bram Stoker's anniversary.  During communism the street i had the first address on when i was a few days old was named November 7. I think many cities in Romania had a street named like that. It always meant the starting date of the Bolshevik Revolution. In symbolism 11-7 may be the opposite of 7-11, whatever that may be.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rus_%28name%290

This whole Bram Stocker/Dracula story started to piss me off for a few years now and it may be a cover up. Bram Stocker's novel Dracula may had never been written by him (it's a known fact no copy has been sold during his lifetime) and may be a later fake. There are many things that happened to Romania's history and Romanian language after the invasion of Soviets. But my understanding is most of the original documents regarding these things are now at Moscow together with Romania's "treasure" and we cannot know exactly when those documents where taken, before or after the WW2 because of the half century of terror after that.

Rus in Norse language means men that are rowing. Basically the Russian elite was at the beginning formed by migrants from the North (Vikings) and the commoners were Slavics from the East. The first state on today's Russia was named the Kievan Rus. That's why today's Russia's population especially women look so much like Swedes. I recently found out that this happened in areas of other European countries like France ant Britain as well. I knew that after the invasion of France by Franks that came from North as well Franks became the France's elite amd Vikings came in today's Normandy and received a big chunk of land and in time they got "assimilated". A similar story happened in England. If you look into Paris's phone book you'll see three quarters of the names sound German. There are many things about written online that may be researched by anybody using... Google. Beware especially of Lenin's ethnic origin.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viking

Fall at Tryon


I was thinking of uploading the pictures i took today to g+. But the resolution there indeed is way too low. That's why i put them here. Each picture in turn is clickable. With middle click you can get maximum resolution.

All the pictures below are taken at Tryon State Park, Portland, Oregon.










Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Impossible Wedding

by Adrian Păunescu


Confidants, my mountains entered in the fog
Old bells made of bronze ring on abbey's roofs
When it smells like winter all the weddings froze
For us lunatics, impossible grooms.

Winds and beasts together come at you to pray
Blizzard over me fallen like a noose
I would make your wedding with a town of sleighs
Driven among lanterns with the starry horses.

Dress in white, my bride, beautifully shine
This is how it should for the play i play
Later each of us will be going home
Closed among the hills mystery will stay.

'Till all this will happen you'll be growing gray
All for me will come in the later day
It will be some wedding, we should have no fear
You'll take care of me, i will love you, dear.

Here i brought your bride, mountains closed with night
Weddings of the beasts happen in the mountains
Forests made of scents, wood that's made of sighs
Are the dancing hall of the future wedding.

Candles of the wedding in their paws the bears
Wolves are blowing in (the) fire of the sheepfold
In the rolling down we're unite by birth
You won't be my bride, i won't be your husband.

I invite you all to the wedding blue
Where the bells are pulling silver out of blue
Is too bad, for this isn't our wedding
Is too bad, to death i've been given husband.
47 Eagle Crest, Lake Oswego