Tidbits #3
Most of us probably think we are essentially the sum total of all the cells which make up our body. Disassemble us cell by cell and the pile of cells added together constitute our real self. That’s a lot of cells to count, about 10 trillion of our own genetic cells. HOWEVER, there are 100 trillion cells in the pile which are microbes of one sort or another. SO, our body consists only of 10% of cells which are our own cells. We worry more about the microbes on the door handle than we ever do about those microbes inside our body which constitute 90% of our cells. Based on body weight all these microbes inside us weigh about 3 lbs. We have yet to scratch the surface as to how all these microbes influence our body function. Next time you hug a loved one you might want to remember that 90% of the cells you have your arms wrapped around are microbes. What is so sexy about that?
Food for thought: A 33 year old British man legally changed his name to Bacon Double Cheeseburger. That ought to slow down any process of getting credit, not to mention how many employers or potential mates or health insurance companies will be impressed by his name. I suppose if one is into oral sex that might be a real turn on.
Useful guide for prepared entrees: 600 0r less calories; 5 grams or more fiber; 500 mg or less sodium; 0 grams trans fat; 5 grams or less saturated fat; 0 grams sugar.
Errol “the Rocket” Jones has run tens of thousands of miles on the 365 mile long Bay Area Ridge Trail. He is 66 now and is still out on the trail nearly every day. But he hasn’t completed a 100-miler in four years. But he hopes to this year. He says it makes him feel complete. To me, in his facial pic he looks more like 86 years old, not 66—not an ounce of fat anywhere. On the other hand, at age 96 he will look just like he did at 66.
There are two late teen identical female twins who like to do and share everything together. I think it might be in Australia, but not sure. They live at home with their mom and share a room with their common boyfriend. Should they be eligible to marry? I mean, genetically there are really only two gene sets involved. Hey, stop the earth, I want to get off—am feeling dizzy from it all. I don’t get rattled about marriages anymore. Any tendency to look at most marriages more closely just generates endless perplexity about any sanctity of marriage. I figure to each their own—and they probably deserve it.
