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<entry><title>weight loss (thing)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/doyle/writeups/weight+loss"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/doyle/writeups/weight+loss</id><author><name>doyle</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/doyle</uri></author><published>2013-02-09T12:35:23Z</published><updated>2013-02-09T12:35:23Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;If your goal is to lose weight quickly, &lt;a href=&quot;/title/laxatives&quot;&gt;laxative&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;/title/diuretic&quot;&gt;diuretics&lt;/a&gt;, and amputations will all quickly reduce your overall mass, at least as defined by what your read on a scale.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If you want to lose &lt;a href=&quot;/title/fat&quot;&gt;fat&lt;/a&gt;, however, &lt;a href=&quot;/title/just+breathe&quot;&gt;you're going to need to pass most of it through your nose and mouth&lt;/a&gt;.
No worries, though, you'll first need to break down your &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Reubenesque&quot;&gt;globs of fat&lt;/a&gt;, rearrange them, and ultimately &lt;a href=&quot;/title/electron+transport+chain&quot;&gt;pass a few electrons onto oxygen to form water&lt;/a&gt;.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;By the time you're done, most of your fat's mass is now &lt;a href=&quot;/title/global+warming&quot;&gt;carbon dioxide&lt;/a&gt; (the oxygen came from water during hydration reactions). The solid jiggly stuff that some folks see as a problem is released as a gas! But not from the end you might have thought....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;(On the flip side, the solid stuff of trees is mostly from a gas--yep, carbon dioxide again!)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;

&lt;br&gt;
&lt;small&gt;More fun with high school chemistry&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;/title/ScienceQuest+2013&quot;&gt;ScienceQuest 2013&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Water from fire (idea)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/doyle/writeups/Water+from+fire"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/doyle/writeups/Water+from+fire</id><author><name>doyle</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/doyle</uri></author><published>2013-02-09T05:34:53Z</published><updated>2013-02-09T05:34:53Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/title/the+real+world&quot;&gt;In the Newtonian universe&lt;/a&gt;, the one most of us live in, &lt;a href=&quot;/title/matter&quot;&gt;stuff&lt;/a&gt; is stuff and &lt;a href=&quot;/title/energy&quot;&gt;energy, energy&lt;/a&gt;. In high school we write down chemical reactions without thinking twice, or at all. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We &quot;learn&quot; that complete combustion gets us to water and carbon dioxide.We're more concerned with balancing these equations than we are with the reality they represent. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here's one for burning &lt;a href=&quot;/title/propane&quot;&gt;propane&lt;/a&gt;:
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;sub&gt;3&lt;/sub&gt;H&lt;sub&gt;8&lt;/sub&gt; + 5O&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; =&amp;gt; 3CO&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; + 4H&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/title/combustion&quot;&gt;If you burn propane completely&lt;/a&gt;, you get water.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Want evidence? Grab a propane torch, light it, and sweep the flame over some cool metal--a kitchen faucet works well.&lt;br&gt;
What do you see?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Yep. A flash of &quot;fog&quot;--go ahead, taste it. It's water.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Feeling braver?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Next time you're grilling some clams, hold your hand a bit over the fire, not so close as to fry yourself (that I even&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>pumpkin (thing)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/doyle/writeups/pumpkin"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/doyle/writeups/pumpkin</id><author><name>doyle</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/doyle</uri></author><published>2012-02-25T23:48:17Z</published><updated>2012-02-25T23:48:17Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/title/Harvest&quot;&gt;Harvest&lt;/a&gt; time.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The &lt;a href=&quot;/title/angel+of+death&quot;&gt;angel of death&lt;/a&gt; carries a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/scythe&quot;&gt;scythe&lt;/a&gt;, a trite cartoon figure in these times--the media will carry on long after you rot.  If you did not believe you were eternal, &lt;a href=&quot;/title/You+are+not+special.+You+will+die+here%252C+too.&quot;&gt;you might be more careful&lt;/a&gt;.  And if you were more careful, you might be more judicious.  And if too many of us are too judicious, &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Consumer+culture&quot;&gt;the economy collapses&lt;/a&gt;.  So keep believing you are eternal.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My father died August 3rd.  I held his hand when his &lt;a href=&quot;/title/asystole&quot;&gt;heart stopped&lt;/a&gt; once, then twice, then forever.  I'm not feeling so eternal these days.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My father flew planes.  He grew up in the slums of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Pittsburgh%252C+Pennsylvania&quot;&gt;Pittsburgh&lt;/a&gt;.  He was &lt;a href=&quot;/title/poor&quot;&gt;poor&lt;/a&gt;.  He was tough.  The United States military has money to burn.  If you are a slum child, a farm boy, or a prince, you are welcome to try to fly for the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/United+States+Marine+Corps&quot;&gt;United States Marine Corps&lt;/a&gt;. Few are good enough.  He was good enough.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;On the day he died, one of his best friends, Bob Nixon,&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>maple syrup (thing)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/doyle/writeups/maple+syrup"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/doyle/writeups/maple+syrup</id><author><name>doyle</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/doyle</uri></author><published>2012-02-20T01:26:21Z</published><updated>2012-02-20T01:26:21Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&quot;The Savages of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Canada&quot;&gt;Canada&lt;/a&gt;, in the time that the sap rises, in the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Maple&quot;&gt;Maple&lt;/a&gt;, make an incision in the Tree, by which it runs out; and after they have evaporated eight pounds of the liquor, there remains one pound as sweet ....&quot;&lt;p&gt;

from &lt;i&gt;British Royal Society&lt;/i&gt; paper, 1685&lt;br&gt; &quot;The Maple Syrup Story History of Maple Syrup&quot;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;

It takes a sugar maple growing in the northeastern United States nearly 40 years to reach a diameter of 12 inches, wide enough to &lt;a href=&quot;/title/tap&quot;&gt;tap&lt;/a&gt; for maple &lt;a href=&quot;/title/sap&quot;&gt;sap&lt;/a&gt;, more than half a lifetime for most of us.  A tree this size will yield about 10 gallons of sap in a season, which gets boiled down to a quart of maple syrup. &lt;p&gt;

One quart.&lt;p&gt;

A quart of fancy grade maple syrup at &lt;a href=&quot;/title/retail&quot;&gt;retail&lt;/a&gt; prices will get you about $15-20 dollars. To get this quart of syrup, 10 gallons of sap needs to be boiled down, either using wood or &lt;a href=&quot;/title/petroleum&quot;&gt;petroleum&lt;/a&gt; for fuel.  Making maple syrup will put a little cash in your pockets.&lt;p&gt;

The same tree will yield about $5&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Growler (thing)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/doyle/writeups/Growler"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/doyle/writeups/Growler</id><author><name>doyle</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/doyle</uri></author><published>2012-02-17T00:50:45Z</published><updated>2012-02-17T00:50:45Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So I would rush &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Isabella&quot;&gt;Spider&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Irish&quot;&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt;, or
Scotty, or whoever was my crew, with the can for &lt;a href=&quot;/title/beer&quot;&gt;beer&lt;/a&gt; and the
&lt;a href=&quot;/title/demijohn&quot;&gt;demijohn&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href=&quot;/title/red+wine&quot;&gt;red wine&lt;/a&gt;.  And again, lying at the wharf disposing of
my&lt;a href=&quot;/title/oyster&quot;&gt; oysters&lt;/a&gt;, there were dusky twilights when big policemen and
plain-clothes men stole on board.  And because we lived in the
shadow of the police, we opened oysters and fed them to them with
squirts of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Tabasco&quot;&gt;pepper sauce&lt;/a&gt;, and rushed the growler or got stronger
stuff in bottles.&lt;p&gt;

Drink as I would, I couldn't come to like &lt;a href=&quot;/title/John+Barleycorn&quot;&gt;John Barleycorn&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;John Barleycorn&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Jack+London&quot;&gt;Jack London&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Now that the literary reference is out of the way, let's jump straight to the definition.  A &lt;em&gt;growler&lt;/em&gt; is a half gallon of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/ale&quot;&gt;ale&lt;/a&gt;, no more, no less.  &lt;p&gt;

In the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/good+old+days&quot;&gt;good old days&lt;/a&gt;, before the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Prohibition&quot;&gt;18th Amendment&lt;/a&gt;, you could either drink your &lt;a href=&quot;/title/beer&quot;&gt;beer&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/saloon&quot;&gt;saloon&lt;/a&gt;, or send your kids with a bucket (growler), which could be filled for a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/nickel&quot;&gt;nickel&lt;/a&gt;.  The pail&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Separate the wheat from the chaff (thing)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/doyle/writeups/Separate+the+wheat+from+the+chaff"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/doyle/writeups/Separate+the+wheat+from+the+chaff</id><author><name>doyle</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/doyle</uri></author><published>2012-02-11T17:19:11Z</published><updated>2012-02-11T17:19:11Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;Bloomfield, New Jersey, sits on the border of Newark, part of the urban fringe.  No commercial &lt;a href=&quot;/title/farm&quot;&gt;farms&lt;/a&gt; exist here now, and if someone pursued such a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/quixotic&quot;&gt;quixotic&lt;/a&gt; venture, they would not grow wheat.  We already have &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Kansas&quot;&gt;Kansas&lt;/a&gt; for that.&lt;p&gt;

Still, given the rabid efforts of many Americans in these parts to grow &lt;a href=&quot;/title/lawn&quot;&gt;lawn&lt;/a&gt; grass, it seemed a reasonable proposition to grow some wheat in a tiny patch of the backyard.  Wheat is just &lt;a href=&quot;/title/grass&quot;&gt;grass&lt;/a&gt; all grown up.&lt;p&gt;

One May afternoon, I scattered about a pint's worth of seeds over a 20 square foot patch, scritched the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/earth&quot;&gt;earth&lt;/a&gt; with a rake, and then went about my business.  Three months later, I had my very own &lt;a href=&quot;/title/America+the+Beautiful&quot;&gt;amber waves of grain&lt;/a&gt; fluttering in the warm August breeze.&lt;p&gt;

I carefully cut down my wheat, tied it up into &lt;a href=&quot;/title/stook&quot;&gt;stooks&lt;/a&gt;, and let it dry.  A little pride crept in as I admired my stook, my connection to the past, smug as only a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Luddite&quot;&gt;Luddite&lt;/a&gt; can be.  My smugness would soon be cured.&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br&gt;


&lt;i&gt;S&lt;/i&gt;&amp;hellip;</content>
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