Don’t do this

Trendy health things leave me cold. As humans, we haven’t gone for several million years without learning what we can and can’t do with our bodies, and what we can and can’t get away with. Contrary to what Professor Cookbook tells you, there’s nothing wrong with eating a carb. Contrary to what the water filter salespeople at the local mall will tell you, there’s nothing wrong with what comes out of our local taps.

They’re just trying to sell you stuff.

That’s not to say that water filtration is an entirely bad thing though. Water filtration is a very good thing, because if it didn’t happen, people would get sick. And so if you want to go and drink unfiltered “raw water”, you’re leaving yourself open to some nasty infections.

Yep. I mean, it seems a fairly easy thing for people to understand, right? But apparently not.

So why would anyone drink untreated, unfiltered water? Hasn’t we progressed enough that we can take advantage of the privileges of our Western First World Culture*? Well, apparently not, because someone decided to make probably the quickest and easiest buck ever by selling “raw water” to gullible idiots:

That is untreated, unfiltered water collected directly from freshwater sources that is often claimed—without evidence—to have health benefits.

Proponents have argued that raw water avoids undesirable components of municipal water, which they identify as disinfectants, fluoride, imaginary “mind-control” drugs, traces of pharmaceuticals, and heavy metals, such as lead from pipes. They also suggest, without evidence, that raw water can contain unique probiotics and other “natural” minerals and compounds that can improve health.

I think we all know on which side of Ou Kaapse Weg these people would live, were they in the Western Cape.

And yes, I know that you’ll claim that our ancestors survived drinking unfiltered water “and they were fine”, but the fact is that they weren’t necessarily fine. Managing to have several kids (many of whom wouldn’t have survived) and then dying at 30 years old doesn’t scream “success” to me.

The trouble is, not treating water means that bugs like… say… Campylobacter jejuni will still be happily swimming around in the stuff you’re drinking. If you’ve never experienced Campylobacter gastroenteritis, it generally involves watery, mucousy, bloody stools and a good deal of pain. All of which could be easily avoided by drinking filtered or treated water. Or – ironically in this case, at least – simply “cooking” your “raw water”.

Dirty water means disease – WE KNEW THIS IN THE 1850s, FOLKS!

Because yes, the water in the case above came from a concrete box next to an old railway line and underneath a birds nest. Which is ever so organic, isn’t it?

And the fact that this outbreak was picked up by the authorities after just six cases indicates how far we’ve come in being able to prevent diarrhoeal illness, thanks to (even very basic) modern technology.

Now, as my Uncle Alan would always ask of someone (usually me) after they had made a clear mistake:

Have you learnt anything?

Sadly, I doubt it.

* It’s worth noting that these fads are only ever popular amongst the people who have the money to be able to exercise a choice. No-one in the townships can afford the luxury of trying a low-carb diet. No-one in the Transkei would turn their nose up at safe, readily available, treated drinking water.

Can Jetpack still share blog posts to Twitter?

Look, we’ve been through this. Firstly here, and then more recently, here. But twitter is falling apart.

The third party mobile apps disappeared, and then the first party web app stopped working. Instagram won’t share images to Twitter anymore, and yesterday, when I posted this post, the Jetpack plugin failed to connect to Twitter. And it doesn’t seem like the issue is at this end:

Jetpack is the plugin that 6000.co.za (and many thousands of other websites) use to tell people that there’s a new blog post fresh and ready for them to read. And now it’s not working – on Twitter at least. It’s still happily telling my Facebook fans that there’s been an update, and it would still post to LinkedIn if I wanted it to.

I don’t want it to.

Anyway, it seems likely that one of two things has happened here. Either, being allowed to connect to twitter from Jetpack (and Instagram) is now something that is now only allowed for paid accounts (no, I’m not going to), or something at twitter is broken because they (he) sacked all the competent staff.

Either way, there does seem to be a real rush to load a lot of straws onto the camel’s back to see what effect it will have.

EDIT: And, as Ian Betteridge predicted, no, it can’t.

What are the chances…?

What are the chances of there being loadshedding over the next year or so?

Well, in this breakdown (no pun intended), Eskom (our state electricity provider) (occasionally, at least) details how much electricity we’re likely to need and how much they’re likely to be able to supply for the next 52 weeks

Green is good, i.e. Supply > Demand = no loadshedding expected.
Red is bad, i.e. Demand > Supply = there will be loadshedding.

Aaand…

Ah. Oh.

ACTUALLY QUITE RED.

To be honest, the red “worse case” blocks “only” stretch as far as Stage 2 (ish). That is, about 2000MW short. And without normalising or excusing the awful situation, I think that – right now – most South Africans would take that as being something of a win.

Especially as we’re sitting at Stage 4 this evening.

But of course there is no redder red than the red on this table. So actually the red means AT LEAST Stage 2, and could mean anything up to Stage 37 (or whatever). I think we need a purple and a burgundy and maybe even (terrifyingly) a black, so that we can really see what’s going on.

On the plus side, Week 13 next year looks brighter – quite literally – well, unless it’s not.

We should have our personal measures to mitigate this nonsense installed by the end of the month, all being well. Roll on that glorious day.

Not bulletproof

Not “not bulletproof” literally. I think I knew that already, without the need for any risky experimentation.

But since I got training again after that dirty foul mistimed tackle at the end of November, I have been working hard and feeling good. My Discovery fitness age is down into the 20s, my running speed is back to where it should be, and my stamina is definitely on the up as well.

Yesterday morning, I cycled 10km uphill on the static bike, did a HIIT workout, some resistance work and some weights. All went well and I would even have done more, had time allowed.
Then, about an hour later, I BENT DOWN IN THE KITCHEN and my back was like:

…and seized up completely. Cue a lot of pain, some lying down and some good drugs.

Thank goodness the football was good, or it would have been a truly awful day.

Mark Twain once told us:

Do not complain about growing old. It is a privilege denied to many.

But I’m not complaining about growing old. I’m complaining about the things that happen as I grow old.
Technically, this is a completely different thing.

Look, I’m already on the mend, but while my back has clearly taken a bit of a metaphorical hit, that’s nothing compared to what it’s done to my confidence. Because I am about as fit as I have been for the last n years, and if I can temporarily paralyse myself by just stooping to pick something out of a pot drawer, then what happens when I actually do something actually energetic? Yeah, yeah, I’m aware it’s just an age thing, but when you’re actively taking every step to protect yourself and it still happens?
That’s concerning.

And – just to confuse matters – why didn’t the back thing happen while I was lifting or bending or bouncing (or whatever) in the gym? Why wasn’t that a problem? Because it really wasn’t. In fact, it felt great. There wasn’t even a hint of a sign of a twinge or pull or anything.
Nada.
Dololo.
I was (metaphorically) bulletproof.

And then suddenly: pew pew, and I was completely broken. [sad trombone]

So. A couple of days off, and maybe a visit to the physio to get an all clear to exercise (or get something out of a drawer) again. Because we’re supposed to be just a fortnight away from getting back to football, and I really can’t be doing with this sort of thing happening again.