New on WadeArmstrong.com: “what I’ve been writing the last few weeks”:http://wadearmstrong.com/archives/entrepreneurship/entrepreneurial_tool_2_the_business_plan.php.
New on WadeArmstrong.com: “what I’ve been writing the last few weeks”:http://wadearmstrong.com/archives/entrepreneurship/entrepreneurial_tool_2_the_business_plan.php.
I have food allergies. For the sake of simplicity, it’s easiest to say that I’m allergic to pretty much everything. If accuracy is a priority, then I’m specifically allergic to corn — whose byproducts are in most everything — and to cow’s milk, whose byproducts are in most everything else. For extra added bonus I’m also allergic to pineapple and dates. None of this fine food will kill me or anything crazy like that, it’ll just make me boring to hang out with, unless your idea of a good time is rifling through my stuff while I’m in the bathroom. So, for years, I’ve avoided anything that most of the readers of this blog would consider “food”. Or, at least, anything that most of the readers of this blog would consider “yay food!” But now, there may be hope — there may be something that we can do about my little excessive histamine response problem.
All the places I’ve traveled in the last few years have been in Latin America, and I speak pretty good Spanish and mediocre Portuguese, so I’ve been able to ask specifically, read labels, and ensure that I don’t consume milk or corn products (this is exceeding difficult in Mexico). But Thailand, Viet Nam, Cambodia — can’t speak none of that. In many cases, I won’t have any concept of what’s in the food that’s on the plate in front of me. So I went to my doctor, and, after a few minutes of back-and-forth, ended up with a prescription for “Gastrocrom”:http://www.drugs.com/pdr/Gastrocrom_Oral_Concentrate.html:
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The drug itself comes in a big box, stuffed with foil envelopes containing the drug delivery system, an ampule:
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I break open an ampule and empty the clear liquid into a glass filled with water. Then I drink the water. Then I can eat anything I want. Seriously, I had a Papa John’s pizza and a coke earlier this week, which is pretty much the exacta of cow milk-based cheese and corn syrup. Normally, that would have given me an unpleasant evening and some challenges during the following morning — but my night and day were completely uneventful. Every day since has been the same. I can, ya know, eat just about anything. And I plan to take advantage of that brand-new fact on my vacation.
The rumors are true, I am in fact headed out of town soon. For those of you who are following along at home, here’s the details:
June 19: Fly LA-Bangkok
June 19-24: Bangkok
June 24-28: Hanoi
June 28-30: “Ha Long Bay”:http://halong.org.vn/photos.asp?lan=en
June 30-July 3: “Hué”:http://www.terragalleria.com/vietnam/vietnam.hue.html
July3-July 5: “Nha Trang”:http://www.terragalleria.com/vietnam/vietnam.nha-trang.html
July 5-July 8: Saigon
July 8-July 9: Mekong River
July 9- July 11: Phnom Penh
July 11-July 15: Angkor Wat
July 15-July 18: Chiang Mai
July 18-July 19: Bangkok
July 19: Fly Bangkok-LA
See y’all in a month!
(Oh, and place any souvenir requests in the comments please!)
Well, we finally got Zarqawi, which clearly means that we only have one problem left — Iran and its nukes. Lots of people suggest that we should engage the Iranians in productive dialog, resolving security issues jointly and building a better world. Others say that only pussies engage others and resolve things jointly. Of course, it’s the latter group that’s in power, which is why I feel the need to put forth the following solution, one which is simultaneously macho and engaged. We spend too much of our time worrying about whether or not some crackpot terrorist is going to nuke us; I hereby propose that we outsource our worrying to the Iranians. If they’re spending all their time worrying about whether or not the US gets nuked, they’re unlikely to provide fissile material to people who want to nuke us.
This is not as crazy an idea as it sounds. Back in the Cold War, the Cubans and North Koreans wanted the Soviets to give them nuclear weapons, but the Soviets never did. Sure, a big part of this was because the Russians wanted to keep the power in the second world to themselves, but another major influence was our outsourcing of worry to them. See, back in the Cold War, the stated American strategy of massive retaliation — responding to any nuclear attack, even an attack with small, tactical weapons, with a massive submarine, bomber, and missle response — led to the concept of Mutually Assured Destruction, the aptly-acronymmed acceptance that any attack would lead to the utter annihilation of everyone. The Soviets knew that, if they gave the Maximum Leader a nuclear weapon and he took out Jacksonville, well, the Ukraine would become a puddle of molten lava right quick now in return. So they didn’t take that chance — they kept the nukes at home.
We need to create the same incentives for the Iranians. If they want nuclear power, well, they’re a wealthy, large, and relatively powerful country, and should probably be allowed to have it (at any rate, we can’t stop them without trying reeeeeallly hard and potentially biting off quite a bit to chew). We just need to make them worry more than we do that said nuclear power will be used for evil. Therefore, I suggest that our redoubtable President make the following speech:
“Many nations now seek to develop nuclear weapons. Fifty years ago, these terrible weapons were used for the first time to end an equally terrible war — the most deadly war the world has ever seen. While we have kept nuclear weapons since then, it is the hope of the majority of the world’s citizens that these weapons will never be used. Unfortunately, there is a prominent minority which seeks these weapons not for the purpose of deterrence, but to be used in attacks on countries and even in terrorist actions. These goals are unacceptable. Fortunately, at this time nuclear weapons can only be made by states, and not by individual rogue actors. Should a state permit its nuclear weapons or material to fall into the hands of rogue actors, any attacks by these actors against the US or our allies will be considered as an attack against the United States by the state which provided, or which may have provided, these weapons and material. Of course, we would respond to any such attack with massive retaliation, completely destroying the aggressor country using nuclear and other weapons. Countries such as Iran, North Korea, and Pakistan, which have permitted rogue actors access to nuclear materials in the past, should consider their policies in light of our new policy stated here. Certainly, we would suspect these states of having provided the weapons used to attack us or any of our allies, and would respond massively and immediately.”
This simple statement would have one powerful effect: Iran would know that, if an attack was launched on the US, they’d be well and truly screwed, so they’d better make sure that no nuclear weapons are used in attacks on the US or our allies. They’d spend all of their time worrying about preventing proliferation within terrorist networks, because Iranians, naturally, wouldn’t want to get nuked. Then we can all sleep well at night, and the Iranians can worry for decades about the effectiveness of the terror networks they’ve built.
Of course, that’s the problem with this plan — our leadership would rather have a scared, pliable country. It’s too bad, because this really is a good chance to align the security interests of our two countries. Let’s see what the White House comes up with instead — I predict bomber strikes on Iranian nuclear facilities sometime in October. Which is too bad, because that is truly the pussy solution — they’ll use 10,000 pounds of bombs, while I’m talking about millions of tons of explosive. Those Bushies need to grow some balls and start playing with the big boys now. Because, dammit, I could use a good night’s sleep.
Travel, of course, brings out the “best in other people”:http://juniorbird.com/archive/001645.php. Some of our most notable “fellow travelers”:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fellow_traveler are the people who recline their seats all the way even though they’re seated in Economy Class. I’d like to pass on a big shout-out to all those worthies, because they’re super-special. Yes, you. You! You’re super-special. Yes you are!
Now, I’m not talking about the kind of person who puts their seat back an inch or two, for comfort. No, I’m talking about the real space-hog, the type who cranks it all the way back, even though their seat now occupies 100% of the legroom in the aisle behind them. Those are the truly super-special. In fact, they’re so super-special that they come in a few distinctive and scrumptious flavors:
h3. The Bangers
The bangers cause a little earthquake (planequake?) as they recline their seat at the maximum possible speed; they push down that button, lean back HARD, and bang, down they go to full extension. If you’re lucky, you don’t have a drink on your tray table; if you’re unlucky, that drink is now all over your tray table.
h3. The See-Saws
They recline; they sit up; then they do it all over again. These characters suck because they both take away all of your space and give you the hope that you might yet occupy all of your $20-a-cubic-foot space. The see-saw is a true soul-crusher.
h3. The Glarers
The glarer reclines their seat as soon as the captain turns off the fasten seat belt sign; then glares at you when you put your hand on the top of their seat to stand up so that the person in the window seat can get by to use the restroom. It doesn’t occur to them for a moment that, if you don’t brace yourself on their seat, you’ll never stand up, because their seat in fact occludes all of the standing room for your aisle; without such a brace, you’d actually have to stand up and lean backwards from your ankles, a challenge for most anyone. Instead, this worthy resents having their seat momentarily disturbed. The most selfish of all Economy Class travelers, the Glarer is a good match for the Dragon or Snake but should avoid the Rabbit and the Ram.
h3. The Pillow-Droppers
The pillow droppers recline, fall asleep, and then, as they thrash back and forth, their pillow falls onto your lap. I include this category only because I once did exactly this. And that, boys and girls, is why my seat stays upright.
h3. The Stubborn
The stubborn reclines their seat immediately upon sitting down, promises the flight attendant that they’ll put it upright before takeoff, then has to be asked twice to do just that. The dance is repeated before landing; their preferred tactic is to pretend that they don’t know their seat has been reclined. “Who, me?” say their eyes as they look quizically at the flight attendant. The stubborn never gets laid, so this game is their only possible outlet.
Me, on this trip I’m playing the part of Stupid Flier Who Brought Hardback Book on the Plane Because he Just Couldn’t Put It Down, but that’s a story for another time.
It’s been two whole weeks since I got that MBA. Do I dig it? “Find out on WadeArmstrong.com”:http://wadearmstrong.com/archives/business/mba_worth_it_or_not.php.
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