Reboot

“Is freedom anything else than the right to live as we wish? Nothing else.”
—Epictetus

“We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it.”
– William Faulkner

One Direction

A few months back, I changed up my hairstyle a bit: while leaving the top the same floppy length I’ve stuck with for most of my life, I now started fading the sides and back.  It’s a more modern look, and one that gives me pleasingly precise instructions; ask a barber to fade the sides from a 1.5 to a 3, and the results are reliably perfect.  The top, however, remains a bit more subjective.  So when I got a haircut three weeks ago, while the fade was indeed excellent, once I headed home and took a shower, I quickly realized the top had been left annoyingly long and over-floppy.  In the hopes of getting a full month out of the haircut, I therefore headed back a couple of days later, and asked that my barber trim the top a bit further, too.

Turns out, I should have been more specific about how much I meant by ‘a bit,’ as I left that afternoon with an inadvertent buzz.  Now, even three weeks later, it’s still one of the shortest haircuts I’ve had in my entire life.  And, as I recalled from a year ago, when I also ended up with an even shorter unintentional buzz, once my hair is below a certain length, it all just kind of sticks straight up, in a look I’d refer to as ‘plucked chicken.’

But what I’d forgotten from a year ago is, it then takes a surprisingly long time to get past that plucked length, to where my hair regains its normal appearance: a part on the side, with some going to the right and more going to the left, rather than all of it just sticking out in prickly uniformity.

Still, I’m hoping that, in another week or two, I’ll again reach the point of directionality – basically, that I’ll have a very short normal haircut, rather than a lengthy buzz.  After which, I should still have a month or two until I need to get the top trimmed again.  Which is good, as that should give me time to come up with more precise instructions, and to save myself from again getting wildly over-sheared another year hence.

HMB

Recently, a friend’s mother ended up in the hospital after taking a fall on some ice.  Although she was banged up pretty badly, fortunately, it looks like she’ll be fine.  Though, to play it safe, she was put on a week or two of bed rest.  I recommended she take the supplement HMB for the next few weeks, which my friend had never heard of before.  I’m sharing more about it here, on the chance it’s new to you, too, and might similarly be helpful in the future for you or for someone you love.

In short, beta-hydroxy-beta-methylbutyrate, or HMB, is a derivative of the essential amino acid Leucine.  It’s been widely studied, and it’s extremely safe.  You can find it cheaply at GNC or other supplement stores, as well as online.  Mostly, it’s been researched as a supplement for athletes, as it prevents protein breakdown, inhibiting something called the ubiquitin-proteasome pathway.  The results there are pretty clear: if you’re just starting or re-starting an exercise program, taking 3g of HMB a day significantly increases initial strength and muscle gains, while also reducing soreness and muscle damage.  In that context, definitely worthwhile.

However, more recently, HMB has also been studied for its ability to prevent muscle loss during periods of inactivity.  Turns out, it’s extremely effective in a situation like my friend’s mom’s.  One study followed older adults during 10 days of complete bed rest.  Those given just a placebo lost 4.5 pounds of lean mass over those ten days.  Which is a lot; in most cases, it would take nearly a year of training to gain that muscle back.  Conversely, those given 3g a day of HMB only lost 0.37 pounds of lean mass over the ten days – barely any at all.

So, regardless of your age, if you end up unexpectedly incapacitated – or even if you just hit a crazy patch of life and realize you’re going to have to take a month or two off of your regular workout routine – consider taking HMB.  It’s safe, it’s cheap.  And, as research shows, it works.

Terwilliger

A classic I recently stumbled across again: Theodore Geisel’s (aka Dr. Seuss’) graduation speech to the 1977 class of Lake Forest College, reproduced below in its entirety.

My Uncle Terwilliger on the Art of Eating Popovers

My uncle ordered popovers
from the restaurant’s bill of fare.
And, when there were served,
he regarded them
with a penetrating stare.
Then he spoke great Words of Wisdom
as he sat there on that chair:
‘To eat these things,’
said my uncle,
‘you must exercise great care.
You may swallow down what’s solid
BUT
you must spit out the air!’
And
as you partake in the world’s bill of fare,
that’s darned good advice to follow.
Do a lot of spitting out the hot air.
And be careful what you swallow.