Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Friday, September 26, 2014
Ernst Gräfenberg was a German-born physician known for developing the first ring intrauterine device (IUD) made of silver filaments and his role for studying the role of the woman's urethra in orgasm, later coined as the G-Spot. His research also included adrenal gland cancer of the vulva and female physiology of egg implantation.
During Nazi Germany, because he was Jewish, Gräfenberg was arrested and incarcerated at Brandenburg Görden prison. He was later released with the help from American birth control activist, Margaret Sanger. He eventually arrived in the United States and opened a practice in New York City.
In 1950, Gräfenberg noted effortlessly finding the sensitive area inside the vagina near the urethra, "An erotic zone always could be demonstrated on the anterior wall of the vagina along the course of the urethra." Although not necessarily a particular spot, the term "G-Spot" was used by researchers in the 1980s.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
When I was young, I use to salt everything. Mashed potatoes and vegetables were always salted. I use to do the same for chicken and steaks.
It wasn't until I met my wife that I finally eased off the salt shaker. Since then, I avoid salting my food and limit my intake of genetically modified foods, sodas, or foods that contain MSG.
The September 29, 2014 issue of TIME Magazine has a great info-graph titled "How Much Salt Is Safe?" The graph's sub-caption reads, "Warnings abound that we're overloading on salt, but earlier in September a study found that sodium wasn't significantly linked to high blood pressure in people who were not hypertensive."
The info-graph leads the reader through an algorithm to determine high blood pressure susceptibility.
For me, it was a quick to see my results. I don't have high blood pressure, and I don't eat out a lot or eat processed foods. Processed foods contain a lot of salt and MSG. The results read, "HOORAY! You'll always get extra points for routine blood-pressure checks with your doctor, but you're probably already in the safe salt zone. Keep it up!"
However, if you have history of high blood pressure, are over the age of 45, African American, and or consume a lot of processed foods daily, then you'll have different results.
African Americans over the age of 45 are susceptible to high blood pressure, "RISKY. Slashing salt is a good idea. The American Heart Association (AHA) advises that people with these risk factors limit dietary sodium to 1,500 mg per day - so keep an eye on your intake."
There are ways to lower blood pressure, such as daily exercise, cooking at home and eating foods with potassium, drink alcohol in moderation, and trying some form of meditation.
Source: Oaklander, Mandy. How Much Salt Is Safe? TIME Magazine, September 29, 2014, p. 20.
Monday, September 22, 2014
Last spring, my son had a hard time in the batters box. To avoid being struck out, he decided to play the odds. Sometimes it works to his favor and he would walk to first base.
During the summer, my father-in-law spent countless hours with my son at D-Bat and practicing his swing. After several lessons and hitting over 2,000 pitching machine balls, my son started to build his confidence.
Recently, during practice, my son got on the batters box and hit a infield home run; one that was very similar to Rajai Davis' home run in 2013.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
I didn't think this would actually work, but it does.
My wife recently came home with a box of organic tea to help sleep at night. To be honest, I didn't think this would work, but I did give it a try a few night ago.
I boiled two cups of water in a tea pot, then dunked the teabag in the pot. When it was ready, I got a cup of ice and slowly poured the tea. Yes, I prefer my tea on ice.
After an hour of drinking my tea, I was ready for bed.
I usually wake up multiple times during the night. After drinking this tea, however, I was out until my alarm rang.
Worth trying Traditional Medicinals Organic Nighty Night, 16-Count Boxes (Pack of 6).
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Perhaps if I were younger, I would have been a cosplayer. In a way, I was almost a cosplayer.
When I was about 18 or 19 years old, I had purchased the pattern layout for the Star Trek TNG commander uniform. I remember receiving it and thinking to myself that at some point in my young life I would make--or have someone make--my very own Star Trek uniform.
When I was a young geek, there wasn't really a place to meet or to gather. Growing up in the lower Rio Grande Valley (deep south Texas), it was very hard to find geeks. Plus, geeks weren't popular.
So, it's kind of cool to see people who are geeked out about something they love show it comfortably. Like these kids:
Friday, September 12, 2014
"Dad, today in D.A.R.E. we talked about bowlin'," my son said as he entered the car.
"Bowling?" I asked with my head trying to wrap itself around the connection between drugs and bowling.
"Yeah. They take it to the extreme too," he continued.
"Well, I guess bowling can be related to smoking marijuana."
"No Dad, bowlin'. You know, when kids are mean to each other."
"That's what I said, 'bull-y-ing," he correctly pronounced.
"With your twang, it sounded like bowling. I was trying to understand the connection between bowling and the D.A.R.E. program."
All images from wikipedia.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Originally posted: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
If you are my age, chances are you remember where you were when you first heard about the first twin tower. I was in my bedroom at my parents house in McAllen watching Diane Sawyer on Good Morning America. You can read my previous posts HERE and HERE.
Our lives changed dramatically after September 11th. We lost trust in each other. This distrust not only included Middle-Eastern people but Hispanics too. Racial profiling became the norm, and some would argue it was for good reason.
One thing that wasn't lost was our American spirit. Collectively, we continued life and kept going. Evil will never prevail.
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Last night, I had the wildest dream. To be honest, it was the best dream I have ever had. I woke up with the biggest smile and made myself remember it before I would forget.
I dreamt that I had met Stan Lee. We had met at a Wal-Mart and he decided to sit with me outside on a picnic table.
I don't remember our conversation, but it seemed as if we enjoyed each others time together. He was quite delightful. He even talked to my son who was sitting with us writing a story.
At one point, Stan Lee reached over and gave him a few tips on writing comics. My son listened as he continued to write.
Then a huge mob of people started exiting the store. Stan Lee was leaving, but I didn't want to loose him until I got a picture with him.
I called out for my friends to join in the picture, and as the flash set off, I woke up.
Thursday, September 4, 2014
We all have dreams of what we want to be when we are little. It's a question we are usually asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" The answer is usually astronaut, lawyer, doctor, actress, or even a princess.
Pretty dresses were not for me. I did, however, wanted to be in radio. I would sit in my room, and pretended to be a DJ playing my dad's records on my Fisher-Price record player. I would even call baseball games with my stack of baseball cards. I was fascinated in how the announcer knew the players' stats.
In my grade school and college days, I was involved in some form of communications. I did newspaper in middle school and theater in high school. My undergraduate degree was in communications.
My favorite time in college was spent walking around the campus with a camera on my shoulder, developing film in the campus dark room, making advertising commercials, and recording radio spots for local businesses.
Fast forward 20 years, and I am in the press box doing a live interview during a minor league baseball game.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
I've noticed that there is usually a influx of new gym members before the first of the year and the first of the school year.
After the holidays, you usually see the older crowd and the much-out-of-shape guys and girls joining the gym.
The weeks before school starts, you usually see a new crowd of young students joining the gym. Perhaps many have the idea of meeting someone special during the first few weeks of the school year. And many usually disappear by mid-November.
Of course, this is a hypothesis and I have no data to support it.
Nonetheless, I do enjoy this time of year because we see a new crop of young ladies. Many of which are quite attractive and probably the least who need the gym. Yet, you see them with their tight spandex shorts running on the treadmill.
Yes, I notice. Of course I notice as I stumble a few times as my eyes independently decides to fixate themselves on a particular sight, eager to describe the scenery: shorts hugging every inch of the gluteus maximus butt as it contracts and expands with the biceps femoris easily keeping up with the rotating conveyor belt.
To be honest, I do not ogle at the girls. I notice, but not to the point where I actually do make it apparent. Although, there is a new red head that has caught my attention, recently.
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
I love my Sirius XM. I switch between Comedy Central and Howard Stern 100. Perhaps my favorite thing to do is job related. Since my career has me traveling to trade shows and events, I don't mind the drive as long as either the rental has Sirius XM or an AUX input.
One day, during my return from South Texas, I couldn't stop laughing at this Kyle Dunnigan classic.
Check his website out HERE and follow him on Twitter.