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Thursday, April 27, 2017

Research on Stevia Health Benefits │ On Eating Wheat │ The Magnificence of Blueberries │ Beware of AHA Cholesterol Warnings

My wife Jack arrived home from Vancouver in the latter afternoon yesterday; and as it turned out, she was here to spend the night.

That meant that I had to sit up a little later than I like, for it was 11:45 p.m. before I was in bed once she had gone there herself. I was tired, but 45 minutes later, I was just about as awake as when I had gone to bed.

I know that Jack is a very light and problematic sleeper, so I try not to shift my position much in bed. I had not donned earplugs, either. And I was having an additional problem in that as I lay there upon my back, anytime I began to approach falling asleep, my jaws would spasmodically enact a bit of a chomp or nip, and a few times I risked lacerating the inside of my lower lip or a cheek with a bite.

Fortunately, about 12:16 a.m. Jack rose to go to the bathroom, and I was able to grab my earplugs from just beneath my side of the bed, as well as my blindfold. That latter is nothing more than a bandana neatly folded until it is about three inches wide. I place it across my eyes, and hold it in place with a headband that I wear under my chin and stretched up across the top of my head.

The headband serves the purpose of holding the bandana in place; but it also helps prevent my jaw from spasmodically taking a chomp of my inner lip or cheek.

That risk is only when I find myself dropping in and immediately back out of a fall into slumber. I think everyone is familiar with that bit of a start we all feel at such times, making us twitch or even jolt enough to disturb ourselves.

It's the same effect that we experience when we imagine in a light dream to have stumbled or tripped at something like a street's sidewalk curb, or maybe a tree root.

But it was not a good night's sleep; and I know that Jack got up at least one other time, as did I to make use of the bathroom.

My night ended when her eldest son ─ 22-year-old Tho ─ rapped on the bedroom door just after 6:00 a.m. to rouse his mother so that the lazy prick wouldn't have to use a bus this morning to get himself to the SkyTrain so he could go to work.

I cannot imagine practicing such selfishness upon my own mother back when I was his age.

And of course, Jack got up, dressed, and drove him as he desired.

I got up when I heard her start the car. And soon, I was at work compiling more content into the post I am assembling at my Amatsu Okuya website. I actually managed to put in what would normally serve as about a day-and-a-half's work.

Jack rather promptly returned to bed after she got back home, but she rose again around mid-morning and got busy cooking. I was to learn that an assumption I had was to be proven correct ─ she had in mind a trip to Wat Budhapanyanantarama, the Thai Buddhist temple in Burnaby. On such visits, she usually takes along some dishes that she has prepared for the monks.

She left here around 10:38 a.m.

And was back by about 11:30 a.m. with everything that she had taken ─ the monks had gone somewhere. She had shopped, shortened her sleep, cooked, gotten dressed up, and made the trip all for nothing.

She said that the monks usually indicate on Facebook if they are going to be 'closing shop' because of some event they would be attending, but Jack had seen no such mention.

However, she also said that she just about always phones ahead to make certain that they will be there, but she didn't bother on this occasion ─ the first time she didn't phone, she claimed.

She did further cooking; and then perhaps in the neighbourhood of 1:30 p.m. or soon thereafter, she left me and drove off to Vancouver, saying she might be back tomorrow or possibly Sunday.

The day has been a mix of cloud and Sun, but it is nastily cool ─ and I am getting truly fed up with this chilly weather so late into the year.

Speaking of Thai Buddhist temples, yesterday I posted some photos taken at Wat Pa Phu Kon, which is in the Na Yung District of Udon Thani Province.

Jack had gone there with some of her loved ones when she charged up the trip last Fall to go back to Thailand to see her mother in the family village of Nong Soong, which is maybe a 15-minute drive from the city of Udon Thani.

I think that the photos were taken on November 14, 2016.

The ones I posted yesterday were from outside of the temple. Let's now look at the inside:

This is my wife Jack taking a selfie:

And now a quick look back outside:

Now Jack is posed before the camera with the reclining Buddha in the background:

Jack's brother-in-law was supposed to be taking a photo of Jack and Lumpoon, the eldest of Jack's two sisters, but the chap must have kicked the camera into video mode before he realized it. This clip is no more than maybe six seconds, unfortunately:

This is the culprit brother-in-law posed with Jack:

The view just beyond must be absolutely spectacular:

Some of that great view:

And this is where I am going to call a halt for today ─ there are lots more photos.


You have most likely heard of the sweetener stevia, but did you realize that the leaves of the plant itself are the part of the plant that is sweet, and that it is becoming something of a popular plant to grow for personal use?

If you're curious about what's involved, since it is a somewhat tropical plant, try this 2013 article at MotherEarthNews.com: All About Growing the Stevia Plant.

Research just recently published has made some wonderful findings about the health benefits of stevia ─ just don't trust the crap you're likely to find liberally available commercially. Here are a couple of reports:



I wouldn't mind getting a hold of a few of these amazing plants!


A few months ago, I was seeking to avoid eating bread any longer. But thanks to information I have been reading from John Douillard, I returned to bread ─ but I try to ensure that it is as naturally-made as possible.

This video covers much of why bread and gluten may not be the villain they have come to be portrayed as:

This article supports the video:


It's no wonder why that so many people cannot tolerate store-bought bread. We have fallen away on the proper methods of baking it; and even the wheat itself is becoming corrupted.

More and more, I feel like our planet is becoming too unsustainably tainted to support health anymore.

Thanks, Mankind.


It is always beneficial to be periodically reminded about the health benefits of certain foods ─ we can easily become less aware of just how valuable some of the plants around us are.

Here is one such reminder:


I cannot afford to have blueberries on a daily basis, but I sure would love to!

Maybe when that big lottery win finally happens....


There are very few people who need to be concerned of their cholesterol levels, but the Pharmaceutical Industry and its bought-and-paid-for 'authority' mouthpieces will not let the public understand that fact.

Look at this artful construction designed to cause concern:


This is what's really in play where a report like that is concerned:


Sadly, when it comes to health and well-being, corruption and deceit abound.


I am badly rushed for time, so I am going to close out now with a journal entry from 41 years ago when I was 26 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster.

I was renting my tiny nook in a house located on Ninth Street, and about two houses up from Third Avenue.
TUESDAY, April 27, 1976

I arose about 6:20 a.m. after having a wealth of dreams, one being quite erotic but which raised my consciousness before the sought result; I felt very langourous this morn, and not at all like getting up.

At Woodward's I blew $3.73 on groceries; I won't get through next month without benefiting from a lottery win.

Mid-day found me very horny, to be blunt; if I had the means, I would have employed the outlet.

All my days at home drag so! I do wish God would favour me with a win; I would be a victor of life!

Bill came over this eve; he wanted me to go with him to pick up Billy for a trip to the Newton Inn. 

Also at Nell's were Randy, Alan, Wendy, & Donna. Alan came too ─ to the Scottsdale. We had 2 beers apiece, thanks to Bill, and watched an unsightly stripper.

We were on our way back to Nell's when we decided to look at the Newton Inn, and after finding no stripper, we left it.

Before we got out of Nell's, Alan talked us into agreeing to go to the U.S. on Saturday night, with Mark & Cathy if possible, to somewhere we could dance and drink. However, I do not wish it.

At Mac's, Bill bought me a large glazed bun, then took me home.

Seems Mark finally has his truck; it's supposed 1972 or 73, and a ¾-ton. No cabin, though.

I retired 10:40 p.m.
Woodward's was little more than three blocks distant ─ up on Sixth Avenue. It used to occupy what is now the Royal City Centre Mall. My expenditure for groceries was difficult for me at that time, for I had excruciatingly little income. This was why I was always quoting what seem now to be such tiny amounts.   

I must have forsaken my pornographic magazines, judging by what I wrote. I had to withstand my randy frame of mind.

My old friend William Alan Gill was living probably little more than about four blocks from my room. He was renting a bachelor suite ─ working man that he was. He also had a new car.

I expect that it was William (Billy) Little that wanted Bill to come over to my maternal Aunt Nell Halverson's home off in Surrey. Billy was rooming there ─ she always had a large household.

When we went to her home, also present were her eldest son Randy Halverson; whomever "Alan" was ─ I now forget  him entirely; Randy's youngest sister Wendy Halverson; and her school friend Donna Montroy.

Anyway, it would seem that Bill and I left there with both Billy and Alan. The Scottsdale Inn no longer exists, but it was located in the area of 72nd Avenue & Scott Road (120th Street). Scott Road serves as the boundary between Surrey and Delta, and the Scottsdale Inn was comfortably into Delta. 

Back then, just about all of the hotel beer parlours (or pubs, as they were coming to be known) had stripper entertainment.

Upon leaving there after the disappointing show, we decided upon the Newton Inn ─ it, too, no longer exists, but it was in Newton, and not too far from 72nd Avenue & King George Highway (now Boulevard).

It rather sounds like dear Bill may have been footing the beer tab for us all, so it is no wonder that we never hung around if we didn't have the draw of lusty strippers. 

Why cannot I recall who Alan was? Whatever the case, he wanted us to go drinking in an American tavern on Saturday ─ along with my younger brother Mark, and Mark's beautiful girlfriend Catherine Jeanette Gunther. 

If I didn't have the cash, of course I would have been reluctant about it. I was merely giving him lip service ('giving approval or support insincerely'). 

Mark had been without wheels for several weeks after incurring a traffic accident that wrote off his car, but apparently he now had a pick-up truck.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Prostate Cancer: Beware Treatment Verdicts of Doctors Who Own Radiation Equipment │ Fluctuating Body Weight Can Be Dangerous │ The Complications of Stopping Antihistamine Medication

It was 10:41 p.m. when I made it to bed last night after noticing that there was some rain happening outside; but even with my earplugs inserted, there seemed far too much noise beyond my open bedroom window ─ voices and vehicles. I couldn't easily relax.

And then I even began wondering if my wife Jack had shown up from Vancouver, for I imagined hearing activity downstairs, yet I was the last person up when I had shut off the lights and gone to bed.

I now wonder if maybe that had been the cue for my youngest step-son Poté and his girlfriend to get up, for they had been in bed for some time. I was expecting her to be spending the night with him, but she was apparently not here this morning when he got up for work.

Life here is just too disturbing overall. I long to be living somewhere with no buildings in sight other than my own ─ and no highways within earshot.

And no damned barking dogs.

I was so unsure that Jack might be here that I even put on my blindfold to shelter me from the lights should she suddenly come into the bedroom.

Ultimately, though, sleep arrived, and no one intruded.

Whenever it was that my first block of sleep broke, I took the opportunity to use the bathroom and to drink some water.

My final night's check of the time was around 5:46 a.m. It was near enough to 6:00 a.m. that I decided to rise.

Of course my younger brother Mark was long gone to work, but neither of my step-sons had yet risen. I went downstairs to the kitchen and set about boiling water for my day's first mug of hot blended instant coffee / cocoa powder.

It was not too long after I was back upstairs and here to my computer that my step-sons started becoming active.

Poté was to head out the front door no later than 6:57 a.m. to drive to work; his older brother Tho never left the house until 7:25 a.m. to probably catch his bus to the SkyTrain.

I was alone.

I worked on compiling content at the Amatsu Okiya post I am involved in setting up, and was finished with what I wanted to get done today by mid-morning.

Very shortly after 10:00 a.m., I sought a nap after consuming a slice of bread plastered with butter and a great glob of natural crunchy peanut butter, along with a small chunk of aged cheese (Havarti, I think). I suppose I must have napped, for I was down for something over an hour.

The day has been mainly overcast, but there have also been some short-lived sunny breaks.

I have spent some time today testing out the free Iris mini software ─ it's supposed to block eye-damaging blue light from radiating through a computer monitor.

Seldom have I found instructions on using free software to be so complicated.

I have been wishing for a long while now to dispense with using the Honeywell UVEX safety eye-wear that I bought via Amazon months back. I was hoping the Iris mini would be the solution, but is is not.

The problem with the glasses is that because I do so much reading and typing, my eyes cannot easily bear the reduced acuity involved in seeing text. To help enhance the text, I have needed to resort to fixing a pair of non-prescription reading glasses over-top the safety eye-wear.

I have a stretchy medical fabric whose purpose is to hold something like a non-adhesive bandage or pad in place against the side of the face ─ this fabric is worn beneath the jaw and up over the top of the head, almost like a noose that hasn't been put fully into place.

It does a good job of holding the reading glasses in front of the orange eye-wear.

However, after wearing the two pairs of glasses for several hours at a stretch as I often do, I am left with a deep impression at my temples where the aptly-named 'temples' ─ which is the name for the 'arms' of the glasses ─ extended over each ear.

Since I am shaven-headed, this lousy impression lasts for a bloody long time, and it makes it necessary for me to give some time for normalization before I care to leave home and go anywhere.

But as I said, Iris mini does not seem to do its job. It definitely reduces the white glare of a computer screen ─ the white colour can be blindingly white. But when I use the chart that can be found in the following article at BlueBlockGlasses.com, I still see the blue in the topmost graph: How Effective is your Blue Light Filter - Test Your Glasses with this Graphic.

Yet the two colour graphs almost look the same when I have on the Honeywell UVEX safey eye-wear ─ the blue is effectively blocked and impossible to distinguish.

So I have to keep wearing the dual glasses.

But on to something else.

Last Fall, when my wife Jack had charged up the cost of a trip back to Thailand to visit her mother in the large village of Nong Soong (which is maybe a 15-minute drive from the city of Udon Thani), she went with some of her loved ones to the Na Yung District and visited Wat Pa Phu Kon, a temple that was apparently completed in 2013 (according to Udon-News.com).

From what research I have done, it would take maybe two hours to drive there from the city of Udon Thani, but that seems like a rather fast trip if its about 126 kilometres from there (see UdonthaniAttractions.com).

By the way, I had to figure out from the photos just where Jack and the others had gone ─ she never informed me of being there.

Here are some of the photos that were taken (on November 14, 2016, I think):

And here is Jack taking a selfie at the base of that guardian statue:

The view of the countryside from outside the temple:

I will stop here, for the next sequence of photos are from within the temple, and I would like to post them separately.


I posted on this topic earlier this month, but it sure bears repeating ─ men who get diagnosed with prostate cancer and are recommended for treatment ought to get a second opinion as to whether treatment is an immediate necessity or not.

Here are a couple of reports on a study that revealed why complying with that first doctor's push to get treated may be unwise:



And for more on why it is important getting other medical opinions concerning anything at all potentially serious, check this report on a small study that discovered just how frequently diagnoses can change:



Folks who cannot maintain a stable weight ─ even if they are just bouncing up and down with the same three or four pounds above or below what is deemed one's normal weight ─ may be courting very serious health risks, according to a study.

Here are some reports about it:





I must say that I struggle to see why a repeated three- or four-pound weight difference can be so serious ─ unless it's happening practically weekly.

But a dozen times over a four year period, for example?

I have weighed in the bottom half of the 180-pound range for most of my adult life ─ usually around 183 pounds; but in the course of any year I might climb above 185 for a time, or even dip below 180 for a short while.

How can that be serious?

But much wider weight ranges on a frequent basis certainly make perfect sense insofar as presenting a health risk is concerned ─ I can accept that with no trouble.


Have you ever taken an antihistamine called Zyrtec?

If you have never tried it for allergies, then don't ─ you might find yourself unable to stop taking it because of hellish itching:



Sadly, it is not just the drugs mentioned above that can cause this maddening itching. In checking this out, I located the following report at Drugs.com: How long does severe itching last after withdrawing from Seroquel?

Anyone who thinks that it's safe to trust the pharmaceutical industry will eventually learn the perils of doing so.


Well, I got a phone-call from my wife Jack just after 5:00 p.m. asking me to take some frozen packages out of the fridge icebox, so she's going to show up soon and do some cooking.

As a result, I had best close now with this journal entry from 41 years ago when I was 26 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster. My hideaway was small, and was being rented in a house located on Ninth Street, and about two houses up from Third Avenue.

For the day, I had a 1½-hour hike planned to get me out to my mother Irene Dorosh's home in the Kennedy Heights area of Surrey. Her home was my main mailing address.

Although that little house that she and her husband Alex shared no longer exists, its address was 12106 - 90th Avenue. 

My mother was away to Reno for about 12 days, so she was not going to be home. I think my plan was to just get there while Alex was at work and check for my mail, and then leave in due course before he was back from his day at work.  
MONDAY, April 26, 1976

I got up close to 5:00 a.m., but feeling none too adequately slept.

Though of course she won't be there, I'm leaving just afore 6:30 a.m. for mom's for mail, free eats, and maybe even some shopping. 

I did no shopping.

The day was cloudless.

I ate considerably; lots of carbohydrates. My pre-meal clothed weight was about 189, but I looked very good posing in front of a full-length mirror. I must be doing something right.

For mail came my third Olympic Lottery ticket, my 25¢ on an order of "More" food supplements Nutrition Headquarters Inc. claims they can't fill, and an ad from Provoker Press for a book on the prostate gland.

I left for home soon past 2:30 p.m.

I've set 9:30 p.m. as my bedtime.
Well, apparently even though my mother was not there, I had no qualms about feeding myself from whatever I could find in the fridge. I should explain that I never felt particularly comfortable around Alex. It was originally his house, after all; and he and my mother had only met in the late 1960s, I think.

I guess I must have doffed my shirt for that bit of mirror-posing. I tended to look rather muscular, and could carry a few extra pounds rather well.

Obviously there was nothing about the round-trip hike that I felt merited reporting about ─ which was usually a good thing. I generally only had negative experiences.

Alright, I had better proofread this post and get it published.