I Am So Clever

News from The Lancet, the British medical journal, that folic acid is good for you:

The folic acid group had significantly better memories and were faster at processing information, the researchers found. Both abilities are known to decline with age, and loss of performance in these areas has been linked to a higher risk of dementia in the elderly. Taking folic acid also led to a significant reduction in levels of homocysteine, a blood chemical linked both to heart disease and dementia.

A few years ago I became a modest vitamin popper – three salmon oil horse pills, a multi, a C and a folic acid. It has gotten to be such a habit I don’t think of it. I don’t know whether I agree with sliding it into the bread supply, however. Shouldn’t people have the right to be pleasantly stunned?

The House Of Many Mouths And Many Short Sleeps

Some days I realize I don’t have to wonder what it was like to keep watch on a ship in the British navy in around 1815. There was a period of about one hour last night when all were snoozing. On the upside, I got to watch Craig Ferguson.

Where is Mike “the Sandman” Campbell when you need him? And exactly how many Campbells do we have around here anyway? One of the things about being a house of many mouths is that you do get acquainted with these sorts of shows. Mike is right, too: Max is the man and Rollie Pollie Ollie rules. But Mrs. Shrinks – yowza!.

A Fabulous Yule Bullet Pointy Chat

That is what I wish for you all. The gift of fabulousness. This season brings out the fabulousness in all of us and lets us witness the fabulousness in each other – in friends, family as well as strangers. Be fabulous to each other and to yourself. That is the true meaning of the season.

  • One way to be fabulous is to ensure you stuff double digit paper money into those Salvation Army kettles you run into in the malls and outside the liquor stores struggling to get the gin from shelve to punch bowl.
  • Gary is playing tunes from The Jam this week. Careful readers will know the tale of how that band and Paul Weller in particular got me through my late teens with a certain fabulous modish style. Where is my green German paratrooper parka anyway?
  • The Red Sox have had a run of signings for 2007, especially in the bullpen, that makes me proud of my six shirts: Coco, Tek, Nomar, a gold shirt, a Ted Williams rookie shirt and a long sleeve blue. I also have an umbrella and a beach towel. And books. And stuff, too. Oh, and a Many Louisville slugger. And caps. I think their plan to make money off of franchising the brand is working out.
  • Ian, who I never have met but who does seek out my advice in things fluid, summarizes the season’s particularities in his family. Best advice I have heard this year? You do not have to go and visit them, whoever the “they” are to you and yours.
  • Hey – I need a cut and paste from the main stream media. What is a blog without a certain measure of MSM copyright infringement? Besides, the courts know about it:

    Providing Web links to copyright-protected music is enough to make a site legally liable, an Australian court ruled in a case that created legal uncertainty for search engines around the world. The full bench of the Federal Court, the country’s second-highest court, has upheld a lower court ruling that Stephen Cooper, the operator of the Web site in question, as well as Comcen, the Internet service provider that hosted it, were guilty under Australian copyright law.

    A very Merry Christmas to all the digitally thieving buggers out there, too. Because the copyright infringing thief and their half-witted amateur and professional apologists in the new e-world (aka iWorld) are people we should remember at Christmas as well.

Must run. I am working on about 15 hours sleep so far this week due to reasons beyond my control and need to get where I need to get to so that I can think about napping later in the eleven days off to come. That is right. I am taking Yule off for the first time since 2002. Woot.

Hall of Fame Game Announced

Mets!!! I got the news in my Baseball Hall of Fame newsletter by email today. Excellent but this may make for a more difficult ticket to compared to last year. Gary may have to do a service to the good of GX40:

The 2007 Baseball Hall of Fame Game will feature a flashback to the 1969 World Series as the New York Mets and the Baltimore Orioles will play on Monday, May 21 at historic Doubleday Field in Cooperstown, N.Y. The game traces its roots back to 1940, and is the only in-season exhibition game on the Major League Baseball schedule.

Only so many tickets are available, the first goting to those present at Cooperstown on Saturday, February 17. We may have to organize something here…

You will recall that Gary and I went last year.

Zip There And Back

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You know why Trudeau should have gone all France and built that high speed train in the Quebec-Windsor corridor?

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So I did not have to get up at 4:30 am to be in downtown Toronto for 9:00 am. It’s about privacy law so I can’t get into the details of the course…GET IT??? That is the sort of joke I heard twice today. So there will be no pithy comment in the morning. No noting that Harper is now back to unloved and has no buddies with any pull in the US that like him more than they love Bob Rae.

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It’s that different now. Bob Rae goes to Washington 1 January 2007? “Comrade!!! is all you will hear echoing throughout Congress. Clinking glasses as the brass bands play The International and everyone shouting “Comrade!!! as they kiss each other’s cheeks.

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Harper? What will he be greeted with in Washington after 1 January 2007? Somewhere between tumbling tumbleweeds and Deadwood. The unloved. Will it really be over that quickly? How delish. Yet…I will not go there tomorrow. I won’t. I can’t. No, I will be on a train between Belleville and Cobourg and you will not even be out of the Land o’ Nod.

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That is why Canada needed that high speed train in the Quebec-Windsor corridor to be built back in 1983.

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They Blog!

Who knew? Dynamic and an honest name, too: Plenty of Nothing. A stark, disconcerting absence of baseball related yappetry to date, though someone is reading Koppett.

Entirely Unrelated Update: This is today’s task.

Not Entirely Unrelated To The Entirely Unrelated Update Update: It is a 1957 Eagle NHL “Pro” Official Hockey game. But toy acquisition policy #357 says non-slot-hockey rod-hockey is to be decorative given the familiarity and expectations resulting from the 1960s slot-hockey rod-hockey break-through. Be prepared to admit your weakness if you follow this link.

August SW Ontario Road Trip

Mucho fried after 17 hours in 48 driving, driving, driving along with the questionable food and the more questionable guest bed arrangements. I could have been to Boston or even farther and back. Not too much to complain about as I dropped by a couple of breweries on the way, including my first trip to Neustadt Springs, home of the excellently named 10W30 dark ale and also picked up some new ones for me from Church-Key.

Start Your Christmas Shopping Now

Care of a kind word from a co-worker, I learned that the LCBO Vintages folk released 375 ml bottles of Lustau East India Sherry on Saturday. As I know my mother does not read this blog…or the internet at all ¹…I know I am safe to admit this is her stash for wee cakes and scones and after a nice bit of lamb and with a wee bit of blue cheese and beside a dish of trifle…and before and after a nap. Here is a review from one wine site’s review of the Lustau range as well as one from a wine blog. Note: “A blend of Soleras averaging 15 to 50 years of age.” Yum! Wee whisps of the 1950s in the glass.

¹’cause onywin tha’ dae is gang tae Scots Prrrrresbyterrrrian HELLLLLLL!