Bike stolen; milk withdrawal; bobcats screaming in the night; I don’t care about eating good bacteria

1:44 PM 9/3/2015

I went down to get on my bike to go to work, and the bike was gone. I did actually hear the sound of something crashing through the bushes, briefly, sometime in the night or early morning, but I didn’t really care, and assumed it was just a deer or something, right around where my bike was.

The thing is, I’m not actually that mad about it. The ephedra residue contamination has continued on the floors of every apartment that I’ve been in, and it’s on my bike pedals too, it’s just that the levels are getting lower and lower and more diluted. To do a thorough decon, I should have either replaced the bike pedals or gotten a new bike, because washing them doesn’t work.

I’ve gotten rid of my bikes every year as part of a decon, and I just didn’t get rid of this bike yet, since, as I said, the levels were very low anyway. It was not an urgent decon. But even so, it does need to be done. The bike was getting old and rusty from being left out in the rain all the time. The front tire needed to be pumped.

I actually need a bike designed for my body. I have a long torso and short legs. I cannot pedal a bike fast due to my bad knees. My center of gravity is too far back, due to my long torso. The center of gravity should be towards the front of the bike, not the back, the same way that you should put all your heavy weights into a basket on the front, not the back (which I discovered through experience, then verified by reading about someone who studied how to put loads on a bicycle to make it easiest to pedal).

When you have those handlebars that curve downwards, you benefit *NOT* because of ‘wind resistance’ being reduced, but rather because your center of gravity is closer to the front as you are leaning forwards. I want those kind of handlebars.

I want a bike whose frame is made out of bamboo, with the bars of bamboo duct-taped together, and used parts for all the bike gears and things that have to be made out of metal. I can customize my bamboo frame, making it exactly long enough for my long torso and my bad knees to be in exactly the right position.

Oh well. I have no bike. I did my calcuations and figured I could walk to work and make it on time, and I did. I just have to allow more time until I get a new bike. I really, really, really need a custom designed bike so that my super-long torso and super-short legs with arthritic knees will be able to use it, but I don’t want one of those recumbent bikes. I’m not sure why. I guess I could try one, one time, maybe.

The next section was written earlier this morning, before I left, before I knew the bike was stolen.

In the night, I heard bobcats screaming, and ‘they’ (the voices) woke me up and suggested that I bring Jacob into the tent. Jacob was frantic to get back out when I zipped the window shut, and I ended up letting him back out. He just wanted to lie on the green mat. I made all these noises to supposedly chase away the bobcats, as ‘they’ suggested. I actually would not have done all that.

I am not sure how much of a threat the bike-stealer is. I do not know if they intend to do more harm to the tent or Jacob. I am assuming the person was a mind-controlled puppet, or else a direct participant in the mind control. It just seems to fit too well with my previous pattern of getting rid of all my bikes, for decon, after about a year.

10:47 AM 9/3/2015

Last night I had a milk craving, and I didn’t know that’s what I had. I have milk in the fridge at Taco Bell, in the little bin where employees keep their food in the fridge. I hadn’t had any milk since the day before. I know I get milk cravings, based on past experience. It’s like going into withdrawal, about 24 hours after the last time I had milk.

But I didn’t know I had a milk craving. I just thought that I felt mysteriously lonely and sad. I was in town using the computers and felt like walking around town, wishing I could be with someone. I also had a feeling that I wanted to eat something, I just didn’t know exactly what I wanted.

Finally I put the pieces together and remembered this was what a milk craving / withdrawal felt like, and so I tried to go get milk at the ‘general store’ (I don’t know what to call that McClanahan’s store, a convenience store?). But the milk that I wanted was still wrapped up in this plastic packaging. It was these individual small bottles, but they were still on a tray thing under the wrapper. Instead of climbing up on the shelf, reaching all the way to the back of the shelf, pulling down the whole box, and then ripping the cellophane myself, I decided to just buy something else instead.

So I got greek yogurt. It was very good quality, organic, grass fed milk, the type of thing I would usually want. However, I am not particularly obsessed with yogurt, fermentation, or gut bacteria. I am aware that many people are interested in eating healthy bacteria. But this is not really a problem for me.

I have decided that probably, I could do the same thing, if I would take some high quality milk, and then put it into a very shallow pan in the open air, and attempt to dry out the milk for long term shelf stable storage. The most likely result is that the milk would sort of thicken and turn into solidified cheese stuff, kind of like when you accidentally leave a glass of milk sitting someplace for months and come back to find it solidified. This is probably edible, as long as it has plenty of exposure to air and oxygen. I have never tried it before, but this is most likely the way that the very first cheese was invented, just simply attempting to dry the milk, the way that all other foods are dried for preservation.

So, I am not concerned that it has to have some particular magical species of bacteria instead of some other evil species of bacteria, or something. I have a feeling it would all be okay if I merely exposed it to the open air and dried it out rapidly in a very shallow pan, not a deep pan.

Most likely, these magical species of bacteria came from putting milk inside of convenient ‘bags,’ the hollow stomach and intestines of grazing animals, and leaving it there to interact with the bacteria in their guts.

I think about how it was originally created because I don’t like the idea that the ‘magical bacteria’ mysteriously came from some unknown source, in the beginning – they were given to use by God. There actually is a saying that the very first seed for kefir milk (fermented milk, which is made by putting some kind of weird bizarre crystal thing into it, which seeds it with some kind of bacteria, fungus, or mystery creature) was given to us by some ancient religious figure, some saint or god or deity or something.

I don’t drink kefir. I tried just a couple sips of it one time, and I could tell that it actually contains real alcohol, ethanol, so it is an alcoholic drink and therefore I will not drink it. However, the good side to this is that you could probably use kefir to wean people off of other sources of alcohol, such as beer and wine, which are less nourishing and more actively malnourishing than kefir. If somebody had to be an alcoholic, it’s better that they drink kefir than beer or wine or anything else.

Oh yeah, so anyway, I tried this greek yogurt. It was unsweetened, or barely sweetened – I couldn’t read the label, I was eating it in darkness – and had no fruit or anything in it, just plain and simple. Technically, a plain, simple, organic, grassfed, whole milk product is something that I would like, something that meets all my criteria, but I did not like it. It tasted like a big cup of liquefied feta cheese.

Fermented foods violate one of my principles, or rather, several of my principles. I do not actively force myself to acquire a taste for them, the same way I can make myself acquire a taste for something hard to eat if I know it’s good for me. I choose not to do that, because I do not believe that fermented foods are a magical necessity or a superfood. I believe they are sort of an accident that happened, as I described above, but I do not believe that we ‘need’ them in any way.

I believe that we get plenty of good bacteria merely by eating unwashed whole foods, such as, picking the berries off the bushes and eating them without washing them, or picking an apple off the ground and eating it without washing it. There is no need to wash foods like that unless they have large amounts of visible soil on them. If you never take antibiotics, and if you never take any form of mineral iron whatsoever, then you will not have any digestive problems that need to be helped by eating good bacteria. That is an oversimplification, but basically, I am saying that I personally do not need to do anything special with my bacteria that can be accomplished by means of eating good bacteria.

We also would have gotten traces of fecal material in our food by eating the organs of wild animals. The body parts of the animals would have likely become contaminated while we were handling them.

I am trying to wake up because I have to go to Taco Bell early this morning. I just mean, earlier than usual, at 2:00 pm.

I am going to have hell for the next couple weeks as I get everything together and settled. I will be working two jobs and have to fix my schedule. I have to fix my money. I have to fix everything. I don’t have a paycheck from TB yet. I’m also going to be in West Virginia, which I am happy about.