“A human being at rest runs on 90 watts,” he says. “That’s how much power you need just to lie down. And if you’re a hunter-gatherer and you live in the Amazon, you’ll need about 250 watts. That’s how much energy it takes to run about and find food. So how much energy does our lifestyle [in America] require? Well, when you add up all our calories and then you add up the energy needed to run the computer and the air-conditioner, you get an incredibly large number, somewhere around 11,000 watts. Now you can ask yourself: What kind of animal requires 11,000 watts to live? And what you find is that we have created a lifestyle where we need more watts than a blue whale. We require more energy than the biggest animal that has ever existed. That is why our lifestyle is unsustainable. We can’t have seven billion blue whales on this planet. It’s not even clear that we can afford to have 300 million blue whales.”

The patient database of the private health clinic that conducts STD tests for California’s porn industry has been breached, exposing test results and personal details about thousands of current and former porn performers, some of which have been published on a Wikileaks-style website (via Gawker).

This brings up a few issues:

  • There is a group of people, porn stars, who are “internet famous”
  • Hackers seem to care about them because porn is obviously a controversial issue and notoriety would be gained if they accessed their HIV status (they’re bored)
  • A well-meaning group with limited security means is in charge of sought after, controversial data

This situation was bound to happen. But to the average person, health privacy is irrelevant. Nobody cares about Bob Smith’s or Suzie Jones’ medical history. Now that health insurance companies won’t be able to discriminate against all people due to pre-existing conditions (thank you Obamacare), who has the interest and resources to go after the average person’s medical data? But what about employers? Wouldn’t they want to save money by not hiring Type 1 Diabetics, for example? Not so much, now that the pre-existing condition concept is becoming no longer a cost issue, even employers won’t care enough to spend money and resources on hacking medical data. And, of course, they wouldn’t want to suffer the legal consequences of getting caught.

But the real question is this:

What would be worse, a breach of your bank account or a breach of your medical records about your last visit to the doctor?

Photo by me…I took this photo of Andy San Dimas in 2007 while I was living in Baltimore, prior to her porn days, and being crowned Female Performer of the Year.

Happy National Doctor’s Day everyone!!!!!

Doctors Day marks the date that Crawford W. Long, M.D., of Jefferson, GA, administered the first ether anesthetic for surgery on March 30, 1842. On that day, Dr. Long administered ether anesthesia to a patient and then operated to remove a tumor from the man’s neck. Later, the patient would swear that he felt nothing during the surgery and wasn’t aware the surgery was over until he awoke.

NY Times:

After staunchly defending the safety of artificial food colorings, the federal government is for the first time publicly reassessing whether foods like Jell-O, Lucky Charms cereal and Minute Maid Lemonade should carry warnings that the bright artificial colorings in them worsen behavior problems like hyperactivity in some children.

Again, just eat food people.

Update: It’s now been deemed safe!!!

That doesn’t change the fact that you should just eat food, not chemicals.

photo by gentlepurespace

An anatomical heart made up entirely of the words from a dissertation. He put tons of effort into studying a particular cardiac arrhythmia, noted below the heart, and instead of hanging fancy diplomas on the wall, he chose to immortalize his time and efforts into a piece of anatomical art. (via Street Anatomy)

There are roughly five New Yorks


E.B. White on the miracle that is New York:

It is a miracle that New York works at all. The whole thing is implausible. Every time the residents brush their teeth, millions of gallons of water must be drawn from the Catskills and the hills of Westchester. When a young man in Manhattan writes a letter to his girl in Brooklyn, the love message gets blown to her through a pneumatic tube — pfft — just like that. The subterranean system of telephone cables, power lines, steam pipes, gas mains and sewer pipes is reason enough to abandon the island to the gods and the weevils. Every time an incision is made in the pavement, the noisy surgeons expose ganglia that are tangled beyond belief. By rights New York should have destroyed itself long ago, from panic or fire or rioting or failure of some vital supply line in its circulatory system or from some deep labyrinthine short circuit. Long ago the city should have experienced an insolible traffic snarl at some impossible bottleneck. It should have perished of hunger when food lines failed for a few days. It should have been wiped out by a plague starting in its slums or carried in by ships’ rats. It should have been overhelmed by the sea that licks at it on every side. The workers in its myriad Cells should have succumbed to nerves, from the fearful pall of smoke — fog that drifts over every days from Jersey, blotting out all light at noon and leaving the high offices suspended, men groping and depressed, and the sense of world’s end. It should have been touched in the head by the August heat and gone off its rocker.

With all due respect to E.B. White and his three New Yorks, and my aforementioned four New Yorks, an addition. His:

1) The New York of the man or woman who was born here
2) The New York of the commuter
3) The New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something

And mine:

4) The New York of the man or woman who was born somewhere else and came to New York never intending to stay

I’ll add a fifth:

Fifth, there is the New York of the man or woman who looks at the city each day as a miracle. Looks at it each day as a thing we’re getting for free, something that shouldn’t be, something that might not. But is. It’s here. And we get to be in it. Get in it. Be down in it, blotting out the mess, the light, the heat, the delays, and get the surprises. Sweeping up the past, running with strangers, ducking the fairs, in silence together. Fifth, is she who sees the magic that is the city, knowing that it never should work, really. But then it does. And she chooses it as her home.

Yes. Although I grew up in St. Charles, MO, NYC is where I call home now for the past 9 years, precisely because I couldn’t imagine myself living anywhere else in the world for longer than a few months. I simply find the complexity of human nature way more interesting than the complexity of nature. 

There are roughly five New Yorks