I try to give an insight in my own life and dealings with rosacea. I also try to gather information that might be useful for everyone with rosacea, especially subtype 1 with burning, flushing and skin redness. I happen to be a bit unfortunate in that I have this condition for a long time already, and unlike many others, I haven't been able to get it into remission. I know it is more uplifting to read about someone who has beaten rosacea, but I like to write about the struggles that come for those who haven't achieved this. I also blabber here about other everyday life topics.
Received a present; a wig! :) So attentive, only was it supposed to be ash dark blonde, and turned out to be... ginger? Reddish by all means. I'm not sold on it yet but so happy with the nice gesture. Not that I'm going bald or anything, it's not too bad actually. Hopefully in fall the loose hairs stop entirely, now that thyroid issues are ruled out. Nothing beats your own hair. I was happy! Just not a big cheesy smiler by nature :D Had a good skin day too.
I saw my dermatologist and he agreed that there is some hair thinning compared to my normal hair. He said he saw it right away, and gave me a referral for some blood tests, which I had done right afterwards. He will look at my thyroid function (T4 and TSH), thyroperoxidase (TPO) Antibodies, hemoglobin levels and iron levels. We'll see next week what the outcome says. I asked if seborrheic dermatitis could be causing this and he thought it doesn't in my case. Nizoral shampoo was therefore not prescribed (darn... I would have liked to try it anyway). He said my seb derm flares in winter normally, not in summer and that is true. There's also no visible redness or real flaking on my scalp. I then asked if he thought my medication could be causing the hair loss, especially propranolol or clonidine. He shook his head and said he didn't think so, that it was a rare side effect and that I've used these meds for over 10 years now without hair loss. He wanted to check the blood levels first, to rule more obvious reasons out. I also asked if low dose accutane would be suitable for my rosacea. As I still have quite a lot of flushing, burning and redness on a daily/weekly basis, especially when it gets too warm in summer. He is an old fashioned German dermatologist and so far has been really good and thorough over the years. He also knows a damn lot about auto immune conditions, inflammatory diseases and thinks outside the box. For instance by putting connections between bowel disease and the skin. But now he shook his head and said "No. Won't help you. It's for papular rosacea or acne." I said that some people with my subtype of rosacea (subtype 1, with general redness, burning and flushing and no outbreaks from pimples etc) actually feel that low dose accutane lowers the inflammation and cuts down on their symptoms. He said no, for your subtype I advise against it. It could actually worsen your flushing. It works on acne in specific ways, but not because of its general anti-inflammatory effect. More in the way it changes sebum levels for instance. 'And', he said, 'it's a administrational nightmare, as you would need to have monthly blood work done. You don't want that, and it dries your skin out and you can't tolerate topicals.' I might ask dr. Chu for a second opinion on it when I see him again, although 8 years ago when I asked him about it, he said basically the same thing as my German doctor. Not good for your rosacea case.
As I wrote above, I love audiobooks. I've got hundreds of regular books too, my parents had big book shelves and passed a lot on, and I bought many books as well, but nowadays it's nice that you can multitask with an audio book: clean, garden, walk, do groceries, lay in bed with your eyes closed. I do still buy a lot of proper books though. Especially when an audio book was amazing, just to 'have' it, and the majority of older books aren't put on audio book versions anyway. Books have some benefits over audiobooks too after all, because you can make notes in them and mark the places where something interesting is written. With audiobooks, you need to write down the minute and the chapter, which you somehow end up never doing but making mental notes of doing later, later, and it's a nightmare to scroll back to these spots on your mp3 player anyway. We used to have a shop in Holland called ECI. It's gone bankrupt some time ago, but it was one of the ugliest book shops you'd ever seen, yet super popular. Because they offered special book deals: because it was a book club. It had several benefits: you were obliged to buy one book every 3 months. That's good, because then you can always say to your family or cat that it's not your fault that you came home with that expensive 2-part biography of Hitler, instead of the cleaning spray you had intended to buy in town. They also had magazines every quarter of the year. It only advertised books and music records (my main interests anyway). ECI used to have a better name, before it became ECI: Book and Record. And then the stores themselves; they had something very unheimisch about them; ugly ceiling system from the 80s, fluorescent lighting, long piled club carpet on the floor in the club colors red and blue. Like you entered a Star Trek book rocket. Only the 53 books that were featured in the magazine were on display in the store. The entire selection, BAM, on your retina. Always Stephen King, I don't remember ever being there and not seeing at least one Stephen King book. And often multiple titles. I'm not a mad fan, but I loved Misery. Hehe, You'd imagine that an axe wielding Jack Nicholson - "Heeeeeere's Johnny!" - would hack his way into the ECI store, to exchange the ECI book of the week. The only way you could stop your membership to them, was by silently changing house and address at least 6 times and even then it was a wild chase to throw them off.
And last, here is another column from that NYT columnist I like, heather Havrilesky. She writes here about the hardships of growing up in these times. And if you care for that sort of advice columns (she is really good though), here she writes a very honest and straight up response to a delusional female dater.
I remember an odd girl in class, we were maybe 7 at the time. On the school board, in math class, long divisions were written with crayon. And we'd better pay attention, because long divisions were 'Important for later". I don't know about you, but I am more often hanging topsy turvy in a wall rack these days, than that I make a long division. But hey, that might still change of course. Our teacher, Mister De Koninks, with likely an added c or o or x in his name, in good Dutch fashion, had the habit of inviting the worst mathematicians to stand up and join him in front of the black board. They would then bobble and fumble there for a good 15 minutes, while Mr. Ko(o)nin(c)k(x)s kept yelling "wrong" until those kids would slink off, back to their seats. There was an immigrant girl in class, new. She was Russian, or perhaps from South Ossetia, we weren't sure, and she had been sitting in the back of the class quietly until then. She looked like your grumpy uncle from Belgium; harsh features, grim mouth. But perhaps, we imagined, that were remnants from her gruesome travel by foot from Chernobyl. Underway burning down kolkhoz farms and doing contract killings. Then hop, over the Iron Curtain, and after crashing some Hunebedden in Drenthe with her bare hands, she would have ended up in the back of our little rural, peaceful northern class room. She now walked up to the front of the class (think of that whistle tune that later gained fame in Kill Bill), her mouth in a tight stripe. But what really had her interest, was the black board! Ours was moss green, had wheels and you could flap the outer parts inside and out. And you could roll it over the floor, casually and smoothly. What had been the case? Her silence all weeks came from her ponderings about this blackboard, having been brought up in a country of weight lifters, where the blackboards had still been rock solidly attached to the walls. Wheels under it had been nothing short of soft music of the future, back in Russia. With all her knowledge of soviet organs and iron ploughs, she had probably been observing that blackboard all those weeks, we now realized. Then she put her hands in the crayon box, grabbed the black board, looked from left to right and gave it a mighty lift. The side panels swept in and out and we sat there in a cloud of crayon powder, haha. Mr. Ko(o)nin(c)k(x)s was too baffled to reprimand her or ask about those wretched long divisions. And did we bully her? Nope. She was exotic and interesting, even though she never fitted in.
"'Beethoven. First should come Beethoven, of course. We can be short about that. He was the greatest musician in history, Mozart doesn't even come Im Frage. That passion, that inner turmoil, that tangible Angst and drama. And I know what I'm talking about, of course."
"No Bach. Bach is the greatest. The centre of everything. Those intertwining, yet combusting and collapsing melody lines. Those accelerations and complex compositions with heart wrenching melodic climaxes."
"Mwah.. Bach is kind of boring."
(The other puts up great eyes and a tormented expression when the words 'mwah' and 'boring' are uttered).
"And Beethoven could thank the Lord almighty that Mozart died so prematurely, or else it would have ended badly with that labourer". Like the soccer boys would quibble about Pele or Maradonna, we didn't tolerate bullshit about dead composers, as if their latest albums had just been released. Oh the smugness and arrogance of teenage years. I added some pictures from those days in this post. No rosacea yet! Awwwww.. :/ Been also doing some serious window cleaning and gardening at tunes like this one. Amazing how even normally dowdy chores can resemble a revolutionary achievement that way :)
A poem that touched me today:
misery. I replied: Hi X. Sorry for the slack response. I have written you one already ten times in my head. I have periods of depression too, on and off. Not deep deep depression, but low mood and energy and it takes me so much effort to pep myself up during such days then, and to keep in touch with family or friends or just simply get some work done. But now I'm feeling a bit better again. In Holland now it is only around 19 degrees I think. Compared to much higher temperatures, well over 30 degrees Celsius, where I was prior. In the other house in the south it's literally a prison at this time of year, even though there is airco. I can't be out much, even when we have lunch in the shade in the garden in the afternoon with a fan on, I get overheated and very red and as you know, it takes hours then in the airco/fan to get it down again. Now at home, wow, I've been in town 3 hours, not flushed.All fine. In and out of shops. Eating some chocolate even. Not flared, skin looks kind of normal at times. Been at my sisters all evening without fan or cold packs, not flushed. Played with the kid, he licked my cheek with a chocolate spread covered mouth (some form of banter/affection I understand), skin's not flaring. Whereas the past weeks in the heat and high temperatures of 30 and beyond, my skin had been only manageable with airco on non stop and fan. I know the horror this is. Yeh of course you sometimes wonder how to keep going with such a constrained life. Being locked at home and not able to join in your families outings and spontaneous fun, you must feel so left out and frustrated. Sometimes I also don't know how I keep going tbh, for such a long time now, basically it became a nightmare since 2004/2005. So that is a very long time of being a prisoner in your own overheated body. I love my nephew and friends kids and am daily sad about not having my own. I never thought I'd miss out on that experience. But I cannot foresee how to cope if the flushing and burning gets worse than this. It's just not possible for me now. When I travel, it's hell half the time, I'm red and flushed and hot and just eating ice chips and hiding behind a shawl and getting home asap. But it's also relief to change scenery and to do things, be out, watch the world go by, observe people doing their things, be on the go. I love that. I don't know hun, I just focus on the things I do have I guess. Distract my mind with hobbies and reading and writing etc. Go out when it's cool and dark and windy outside. Try to keep up my friendships and relationships, even when I feel like blocking everyone out sometimes. I am doing just the same as always; taking my anti flushing medication (clonidine, propranolol, mirtazapine and Xyzal). Avoiding my worst triggers (perfumes and air fresheners, direct sun exposure, heat, stress or distress, foods I don't handle well). I don't use anything on my face except some water-diluted jojoba oil around my mouth and eyes when needed. I try to exercise in the evenings when it's fresh enough. I think about people worse off than me when I am feeling too much self pity. As long as my face isn't burning up and flushed, it's not so bad.. I am trying niacinamide at the moment. Too early to tell if it helps me or not, but I'll keep you updated hun. I really understand the feeling of not being good enough, not fitting in, not being able to bring those things, that energy, that persona to the table within your relationships and life. If you've got this bad enough, it's a disability I think; you can't go out, can't relax in a restaurant or a spa pool (chloride! Heat! Food triggers!). The 'danger' is lurking everywhere, even the sun is one. Hard to explain people who haven't been through this themselves how hard it is to live so restricted and in the sort of pain that an inflamed and burned up face gives you. You wrote that your face can look like raw meat when you're out and about. It's utter horror, if there is some creator, you'd wonder why he/she/it invented diseases like this one (and most of the other diseases out there, let's face it). Did you know of an old German politician, Helmut Kohl, whoms wife had severe sun allergy? Even day light would give her terrible skin issues, she had to live in the dark, get out at night. She took her own life in the end :/ Sorry, not trying to end this message on a downer, but just underlining that I understand the daily struggles you have and to not underestimate the strength and perseverance it takes to make the best of it like you do. Pep yourself up every day, and keep hoping for improvement. You are a special and loving person, so appreciated by those around you, keep going.
big hug, chin up gorgeous
An interesting little (photo)article. I'm not speaking Russian, so I'm not sure what the concept behind it was. I doubt to 'body shame', maybe it tried to look into the friction between the public persona people create, now that we no longer have to rely on the States Photographer, for instance in the communist days, but can create our own image. And then compare it to the real life, unfiltered image of us. Or maybe it went the other way round and the photographer started to picture strangers in the subway and then went after their social media profiles to see the contrast. What I find interesting is that people have neither so nice skin surfaces nor are as happy as they pretend to be. Aaand that looking down on smart phones gives you a double chin, haha.
In the early part of the 20th century, the figure and face of Evelyn Nesbit was everywhere, appearing in mass circulation newspaper and magazine advertisements, on souvenir items and calendars, making her a cultural celebrity.
Her career began in her early teens in Philadelphia and continued in New York, where she posed for a cadre of respected artists of the era, James Carroll Beckwith, Frederick S. Church, and notably Charles Dana Gibson, who idealized her as a "Gibson Girl". She had the distinction of being an early "live model", in an era when fashion photography as an advertising medium was just beginning its ascendancy.
2. Lily Elsie (1886-1962)
Miss Lily Elsie made her name on the opening night of The Merry Widow, in London, on 8th June 1907. Overnight she had the town at her feet. On the stage Elsie seemed mysteriously beautiful with her perfect Grecian profile, enormous blue eyes, and hauntingly sad smile. Tall, cool, and lily-like, she moved with lyrical gestures in a slow-motion grace.
She was a true 'star' of Edwardian times, although the word was yet to be used in that context. Magazines produced special supplements about her, adverts featured her picture.
Although her fame and fortune came entirely from public appearances she was painfully shy. After just a few years on the stage she retired to a quite life away from the public eye. She did however leave us with hundreds of pictures, a few gramophone discs, and two films, to remember her by.
3. Maude Fealy (1883-1971)
Maude Fealy, the daughter of actress Margaret Fealy, was born in Memphis, Tennessee. At the age of three, she performed on stage with her mother and went on to make her Broadway debut in the 1900 production ofQuo Vadis, again with her mother.
Fealy toured England with William Gillette in Sherlock Holmes from 1901 to 1902. Between 1902 and 1905, she frequently toured with Sir Henry Irving's company in the United Kingdom and by 1907 was the star in touring productions in the United States.
Fealy appeared in her first silent film in 1911 for Thanhouser Studios, making another eighteen between then and 1917, after which she did not perform in film for another fourteen years.
Throughout her career, Fealy taught acting in many cities where she lived; early on with her mother, under names which included Maude Fealy Studio of Speech, Fealy School of Stage and Screen Acting, Fealy School of Dramatic Expression. She taught in Grand Rapids, Michigan; Burbank, California; and Denver, Colorado.
Later in her career, she wrote and appeared in pageants, programs, and presented lectures for schools and community organizations.
I went to a village party last night. Long tables and live music and food (melon with bacon, sardines and sausage, cornetto ice cream) and the obligatory awkward dancing afterwards. Didn't feel like going initially, but it usually ends up being a nice evening and it wasn't very warm, and my skin was still very calm and almost normal acting, so I pepped myself up and we went anyway. It was fun! Sat with a group of friends and acquaintances, which made it easier for me to get through the initial (2 hr) shyness. Some friends who know about my rosacea commented on how bloody pale it looked, and what I had been doing. I don't know really.. just the usual. It came to a point where everybody was getting pissed, as usual, and I had a bit of rosé wine with my water. And I wasn't flushed afterwards, not burning either. Just a little bit light headed, which was really nice again. Given that everybody else was tipsy already by then. Then I felt a gush of rebellion coming over me, and took a full glass of white wine. Still no burning face and my friend said I wasn't red at all after that one. Anyway, ended up with 3 glasses of white and rose wine, and a few late hours of silly dancing moves, and it was really nice actually.
Late at night, back home.. yes, more red. Felt my face burning and glowing as well. And now the next morning, it's pretty blotchy and feeling tight and warm. Also not as pale as it has been the past weeks... Maybe the alcohol didn't give instant blood vessel dilation, as it used to do when I was doing poorly with my rosacea (and everything more or less can kick it off). BUT alcohol lso is an inflammatory substance, so maybe overnight, it stirred up the redness and I have some papulas too now. Oh well, I won't make it a habit, for sure.
Skin is still behaving very well. I have new kittens and they are super adorable. They try to cuddle up in your neck or on your face preferably, lick your face, bite your nose, so I'm trying to condition them in such a way that face is forbidden territory. Nevertheless, my skin isn't flushed too much. If I eat gluten or lots of sugar or chocolate, I do get some break outs these days however, on top of general redness and burning. I never had many of them in the past, just now and then. They used to stem from intense flushing episodes, or evil diet treats (foods that aren't doing well with my skin). Maybe it's hormones these days that cause them to come up more often, or just rosacea progressing a bit. Either way, I put some thick white zinc cream on them, then after a little while I take the worst of the zinc cream off again with a cotton pad, and only a faint lighter dot remains, and the pimple (papula, whatever you want to call it), seems to dry out quickly then. Having a red burning face is still the worst for me, so given that thát inferno is calm this month, I'm happy. Went out for a meal with friends over the weekend, watching the Euro football final at the coast. Tried to pick the sensible foods, fish in this case; had a tuna tartare. It was raw but softened with very mild acids from vinegar and citron. Not too sour, not too acid'ey. Melted on the tongue, it was very nice indeed. My friends all had fish dishes too and we rotated them a bit so that we could have a bit variety.
My cat hasn't returned. I suspect it got sick and shun away, or ate a poisoned mouse perhaps.. He had issues with recurrent urinary tract infections in the past. Neighbors would give him treats when he did tricks to get some, and they would usually be salt-laden, despite me warning that he had a salt free diet. I am not sure.. It's saddening, but there is still hope. Things are going well skin wise. Not a lot of flushing and my skin looks pale and pretty even in tone too. Had my GP and some friends and my parents comment about it, how calm things are now and how smooth my skin looks. Fab! It helps that temperatures aren't very hot over here, but not too cold either. Winter cold and wind makes me really red and gives the skin this dry, thick, ruddy coarse sort of complexion. And too hot means i'm just red and flushed a lot. I've been trying to avoid food triggers but when I cheat on chocolate or even cakes, so far my skin hasn't had a relapse. My GP asked me why I thought my skin is so much less bad looking this week than it was 5 or ten years ago (I've had her as a general practitioner since 2002 or so already, so she saw me with badly flushed skin and with good skin over time). Added some pictures, they're always taken with a regular photo camera, I don't have a smart phone or any of those fake filtered flawless skin/photoshop devices. I'm not sure, but maybe age is a good thing here? My derm in London often said that he thinks rosacea can burn itself out with age. I never really believed that, but now have changed my mind. Broken blood vessels will not suddenly magically disappear when you get older, they need laser or IPL to get rid of, but what I have is mostly inflammation and dilated blood vessels from flushing. General redness from... well, a host of triggers. Hormones for sure are a trigger. The week before period is typically the worst of the month, rosacea wise. But now that I'm getting older, perhaps my hormone levels are dropping. Perhaps with age, my overactive immune system is slowing down. Which would be good in my case, as it stirs up the inflammation.
My skin can be crap one week and then a few weeks later all is calm and smooth again. I usually don't do anything different once I flare. Just stick to my anti flushing medication; clonidine, 0,075 mcg 3 times a day, sometimes upping it to 0,150 mcg if needed), propranolol, 40 mg twice a day, Xyzal 10 mg once a day and mirtazapine, 22,5 mg at night. I also try to stay cool, use a fan, keep temperatures low enough, try to eat healthy, reduce stress. Flares like the ones I get (more redness, burning and flushing, sometimes p&p's and red dot outbreaks), usually still calm down quickly for me, luckily. So I don't add antibiotics or emergency medication to the mix anymore these days. My derm says to not change a winning formula - those anti flushing medication I mentioned - and to accept that it's best to avoid my worst triggers and just keep things as calm as possible. One day of ongoing flushing is usually followed by another one and once you've set those blood vessels off, it can be hard to calm things down. My way of calming matters down is those medication and using a fan (not too close by, as fans can create rebound redness if you put it too close by), or airco if needed. Sometimes a cold pack; frozen gel pack, wrapped up in a t-shirt (washed in perfume free washing powder). It's best to not put it on your cheeks too long or when it's too cold; you can cause frost bite (freezer burn) or your blood vessels can rebound once you stop with the cold pack. What usually helps me, is to combine it with a fan (and airco if needed in summer), and just pat it on my cheeks now and then, for short periods, and let the fan do most of the cooling. It is also helpful to put the cold pack (wrapped up!!) on your neck or chest. I've been enjoying the Euro football tournament and been seeing friends and family. It's so nice when your skin isn't flushing at the drop of a hat. No cut short meetings in town because my skin is starting to play up. More than one appointment in a day possible.
June 12th 2016
My cat is still gone, and I have a very heavy heart about it returning, at this point. I am very sad still. Bit down too. I really loved that cat immensely. One of a kind cat, full of character and quirkiness and coolcatness.. Never had one anything like him. I'm really making overtime just going over and over what could have happened. I learned in the past days that he had a couple of people in his territory who also adored him. Some have a wonderful deep garden, and said they had Bassie over regularly! They adored him. There was a guest house in the back of the garden with a bed and open doors, and he would often lay there and sleep. Shady, quiet, people who cuddled him. It starts to make sense now why he sometimes was restless to get out again after his meals. I adore him even more for it though, he knew to get the best from life. Another neighbor gave him 5:30 AM cat snacks :) He also spent a lot of time gazing at the chicks of a neighbor with a tiny chicken farm.. He said even that my cat got hold of a few chicks and ate them, but I am not sure if that is really true. It made him a usual suspect, but I am most likely getting paranoid there (cat killers and all that). I am starting to think like a (sad) detective now, in other words.... I have a hard time believing however that Bassie walked away. I have also a hard time believing he could have been hit by a car (he was so afraid of even the noise of an approaching car). Could someone have hurt and killed him? I can mope around like I have done so far, but that is no use for a rosacea blog, so I will leave it at this, until further notice about him returning (please, please).
The bad year of 2016 has continued to take its toll, we're not even half ways after all, with the sudden and very upsetting death of a Rosacea Forum member who has become a good friend of me over the years as well. IowaDavid was only 37 yo and a fantastic writer who won prizes with his short stories. He was super funny and smart, as well as helpful and kind. I know that sort of praise is always given at funerals, but in this case, it really is true about this gent of a man.. I've written for around 5 years I think with him, long emails, short messages, facebook contact. He let me read his fiction (it was really good, no kidding. I think it was now about finding the right (willing) publisher) and we discussed his writing. We talked about our lives and shared interests and we just got along I guess. About depressions also, and how to (try to) deal with them. Only a week or two ago he wrote me a long message and I replied, but didn't hear back. His family posted his obituary earlier this week on social media, which was a massive shock :( I am upset, and found out that many people who knew him from his extensive posting and helping on The Rosacea Forum were as well. Yup, when it rains it pours.
My skin has been bad. Maybe it is the excessive cat cuddling with my other cat, or the summer heat, or from having dry skin, or from something else, but my skin is itchy and broken out in tons of small red itchy inflamed dots. It burns and itches at the same time. I didn't sleep much the past week though, had stress, cried a lot (salty tears aren't helping). I'm trying to eat clean now, take my anti flushing medication, put zinc cream on the red p&p's, keep the indoor air cool and humid and just hope it will pass again..
I also read some interesting advice on The Rosacea Forum:
"I'm just so fed up with all of this shit. Ive tried to do everything I can to get better. I quit drinking, I gave up all hard drugs, I try to avoid my triggers. yet all day non stop my face burns, I look like a freak, I feel defeated and emasculated. Recently the only thing I've been able to think about is drinking my fucking ass off, how else do you escape yourself? no matter where I go I cant escape from my hideous fucking complexion. what kind of a fucking existence is this? what possible jobs can a person with rosacea thrive in? I used to have so much optimism and hope for the future, I had dreams, aspirations, but now I'm just not sure about any of it. how can I land a good job or meet somebody who will love me when I can barely bring myself to go to the store? I know nobody can help me. doctors couldn't help me, my parents couldn't help me, I cant even help myself. If some guy walked up to me and put a gun in my face right now id just say do it. Fuck my life."
hg24 replied: "Julianjett! Just about everyone here has posted comments like yours or has felt they way you do. Don't give up, though. You just haven't found what works for you yet. I was a severe flusher - and I mean deep maroon, full-face flushing. Burning, stinging, swelling. It was most attractive. Not. Had to quit my job. Spent most of the last few years housebound. Etc. Ants has a good suggestion. Beta blockers. Propanolol can help. (You have type 1 rosacea, right? Flushing, burning, redness?? Or do you gave type 2? Breakouts?) Derms are woefully untrained when it comes to treating rosacea. Do NOT let them give you Mirvaso. But do talk to a derm or GP about a beta blocker. Clonidine is another option. Alcohol is one of the top triggers for rosacea - so good to get away from that and the drugs. Diet is key. Also, sounds too simple, but tons o' water helps. You want to focus on caaalming your system. Lowering inflammation. You want to get your nervous system and histamine receptors and digestive system to chillax. Also, stay out of the sun and keep your skin well hydrated/moisturized. Don't fuss with it (cleanse very little, just splash with cool water). Too much cleansing/creams whips up the flushing, which whips up the nerves, which causes stinging. So get to a doc and ask about a beta blocker. Some people benefit from an anti-depressant - it helps the nerves and somehow works on the CNS to dampen flushing. (I take Zoloft.) Also, you may want to take an antihistamine every day - but again, drink plenty of water as it can dry your skin. Don't give up! Your insides are asking for a rehaul. Write down a plan and go forth. You will get better! I did!"
Ants replied: "I rarely post on here as it upsets me more than anything but I really hope you've read the advise in this thread. I'm worried about you buddy, I've been there and went down a path which led me to debt, drugs, losing my job and frequent drinking. Tomorrow I start a new job and am trying to put all that behind me. hg24's post is gold, pure gold. Please please please read that word for word and TRY these before losing hope.
2. Analyse your diet, say no to those one or two sweets or a packet of crisp or a can of coke. I avoid gluten, added sugars and cook everything fresh. With your diet, you need to be very SMART - just because it's healthy, doesn't mean it's good for rosacea or blushing. For example, smoked fish is very high in histamine but also very nutritious and healthy. One thing I avoid is tomatoes - it's a massive pain as tomatoes are in almost every sauce and curry you can name (oh and Pizza but I avoid that anyway due to gluten)
3. Try taking an anti-histamine daily. They help me but also destroy my sex drive so I no longer take - if you are taking, make sure a newer generation anti-histamine which won't make you drowsy
4. Look into a supplement called L-theanine - take it with a SMALL amount of caffeine (half a cup of black coffee) in the morning. I recommend these
5. Look at your cosmetics - find a natural shampoo, deodorant and shower gel. Don't use aftershave. If you want to go all out, look for natural toothpaste / mouthwash too.
6. If you're still having no luck, consider an SSRI.
7. Drink lots of water and stay as positive as you can.
8. If you like to work out, get a gym-membership in a gym which has air-con. I go red in my gym but I've NEVER blushed. Don't work out at home / on the road when you can make things easier for yourself in the cooler gym. It has taken me SIX years to come to the above conclusions, through trial and error and I can almost control my symptoms. I don't even believe I have rosacea, I think I have Chronic blushing and a central nervous system which is way out of control. Read more info here. Not to blow my own trumpet but I would have killed to have the above information provided to me. I've had to do years of research and trial and error tests to get to where I am now. Please please please stay positive and give them all a go."
And: "Stop smoking the weed, saves you probably 20$ a day if you go through a couples grams. When you listed all the beta blocker side effects it doesn't mean you get them. There is a chance you get a few. Your rejecting all the possible chances of helping yourself here so what was the point in your post. If you hate your redness that much, then get some bloody beta blockers, try them out if they are not good for you stop using them. It's as simple as that mate. Here is a list of what to do: imo
- Cut down the weed
- find a way of making more money or saving more or borrow from relatives do whatever it takes
- meditate in the morning to try and call inflammation
- take colder showers
- find a laser place near you and get at least one IPL done as it will have some effect I'm sure at relieving it - maybe get finance for this ?
From what I have been learning about this Bing it can be reversed but you have to hit it with everything you got. Laser the shit out your face so you destroy the blood vessels then reduce flushing, beta blockers aid in this. If you don't take action it will get worse and sorry but money is a big help for all this. Start making it." "Plus, instead of beta blockers, I would personally begin with clonidine."
My cat is still missing. Not a single sighting of him. It has been raining heavily and I was hoping so badly that he would return because of that. I don't understand why I'm so emotional about this; as in; I understand the emotions but I'm crying about the tiniest thing and hover between hope and fear. In fact, I don't remember feeling this unsettled and crazy in a long time :( I'm completely losing my cool. The thought of my boy possibly suffering and locked in in a shed for instance, is driving me out of my mind. I posted missing cat flyers all around the neighborhood. I am thinking about putting flyers through peoples mail boxes, asking them to check their sheds and garages. In fact, I want to do a neo nazi on everybody and bang the door and ORDER a (personal if possible) inspection of their sheds. Right this instant! Yes there are a lot of houses to cover. He used to have his own marked territory however.. Not like he went many blocks away. And he is afraid of loud sounds or cars. This cat is so attached to me.. when I was away a few months ago and he had a neighbor watch and feed him, he didn't wash himself all week and looked like a stray cat. Schmutzy, forlorn, lost weight, lost his velvet fur. Once I got back he was ecstatic. He was biting me in my nose and legs from joy, and purring and constantly cuddling up once I got back, and started grooming himself in no time again, looked super in a matter of days. He isn't fond of other people and hates kids. I cannot fathom that he would just relocate to a strange new person.. I'm reading frantically online about missing cats who eventually came back-stories. It's a painful process, waking up and having a hint of hope and energy to see if he is outside waiting for breakfast.. I wake up and rush down at the sound of any miauw or postbox or cat flap sound. He has a habit of always, when he wants in, flicking the mail box metal door opening with his paws. Even in the middle of the night when he sees I have the light still on. I so badly want to hear that sound! When I go down to check on the sound and it isn't him, I feel even more disappointment and hopeless. This is turning into an obsession. I know this might sound mental to some, but I feel all the grief stages are thrown at me at once; anger, sadness, tears, guilt, depression, hope. I keep thinking what I could and should have done differently. This cat was a family member, a friend, had such character and love. Even when I saw him walking up the driveway when I parked the car, would make my heart jump and make me pick him up and cuddle him. He always greeted me once I got back home, often waiting for me on the garden wall. Now I start worrying if I should have taken him to the vet perhaps, when he seemed more agitated and to drink and urinate more than normal. I wanted to... but then he seemed to do ok again and I was distracted by other obligations :( When he had a urinary infection some years ago, he wasn't boisterous and lean, he seemed in pain, he peed in the house, he was low on energy and didn't eat normally. Now all I saw was what seemed like him taking very long for a pee, but he ate and drank normal, he bounced in and out all the time, coming in with his usual rush and big jump onto the table the last time I saw him... I reckoned, if he was poorly, he wouldn't want to jump and be so full on energy.. I'm very doubtful now however and wished I had taken him to the vet anyway, and also that I had given him a GPS collar. I worry that he might never come back. It happened to another (older, semi wild) cat I had once, 6 years ago. After relocating, she just ran off and didn't want the new house. Never to be seen again. This is a different type of cat however. Very attached to the house and his territory.
It has been nice spring weather over here. My skin hasn't been too bad. I've tried to stay cool and focused on finishing some work projects, making evening walks and watching tv series mainly. See a few friends occasionally. Read a book too. A friend has written the most lovely thing the other day*. It really touched me. I had told her about a very unpleasant person who, for a little while, had tried to wiggle her way into my private life. It caused some drama and on top of that, she tried to ridicule me over my skin condition, calling me a vampire. She said it with a very dismissive, sour face, which gave me the impression that it wasn't the fantastic wonderful vampire that Winona Ryder played once she had in mind. But rather; a pathetic weirdo (my interpretation). I do not really know this person and neither does she know me, or what makes me avoid the bright hours of sunshine. Or my long history with all this. The ways in which it affected my life since the age of 19. She also doesn't know about how hard it is to be out in public when your face is deep red and people are staring at you. Or about the burning pain it gives. How difficult it is for me to avoid all my triggers and to try to live as normal as possible. She just knew that I have 'some sort of sun allergy', and how to use it against me to make me out to be some crazy oddity. It made me angry. My friends (also has rosacea) nice post:
Have had a bit of a shit time, rosacea wise. It's been cold here and as usual, my seb derm is flaring (around mouth and nose), and the first hive (urticaria-like, fluid filled bump) appeared on my skin today as well. I think it might be cold urticaria. That usually signals the winter phase in. It must have something to do with poor lymph drainage in my facial skin perhaps. I looked it up once and some kids seemed to get urticaria and hives from cold weather. Needed to be wrapped up warmly all the time. Of course, I can't really do that, unless I want a mighty red flared face. And using a fan makes the temperature and wind seem even colder. I try to keep the indoor temperature around 16 degrees Celsius, and to not let it drop too far below, but when my rosacea flares and I'm all hot, it's very appealing to throw all the windows open.. People with rosacea are in general more prone to get winter rash. Please check this link if you think you have this.. Just make sure to NOT follow up their last tip, of slathering topical cortisone cream on your skin!! NOT good for rosacea. I came across a video from a woman who has "Dysautonomia, autonomic neuropathy". Found it on youtube. (Just click the play button left under, I uploaded the video directly). I'm not sure if what she has is entirely similar in symptoms as what I have with my rosacea (or based on how she describes her symptoms at least), but what she goes through in this video is what I go through day to day myself! A friend of mine is tested for connective tissue disease at the moment. She has rosacea symptoms as well; the red skin flares, the burning, seb derm at times. Raynauds (when you get red hot hands and feet, especially in midst of winter or in a very warm environment - another type of blood vessel disfunctioning).
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So, what else have I been up to? Working on articles, trying to stay cool, I try to keep my exercise up when the weather allows for it. Or I use my state of the art treadmill otherwise :) With the sun being down around 5 pm already here, it's nice to have a treadmill in the house, so that I can use it in the evening if I want to. I have been feeling a bit low now and then, as I just hate my life, for the most part. I can't eat what I want and am sick of my healthy diet most of the time. When I do cheat with food, I pay the (rosacea) price pretty much right away or by the next morning. And even when I eat healthy and stick to the boring palette, I still end up red and sore often. I'm basically wrappen my entire life around controlling my skin. Staying cool. Avoiding this and that, the sun, the heat. I hate it. It's hard sometimes to stay positive, because there really is no relief in sight for me, I feel. I go to bed with a burning face and I either wake up with one, and if not, I'll surely develop another burning attack in the course of the day. I have no kids, I chose that but I'm not always happy with that decision. I just don't see myself in the right state for it, both mentally and physically. I have good friendships, but it's annoying to always be the odd one out. Going out drinking is not really an option and the times I do, I feel like heading home as soon as my face starts to heat and redden up. It's like being a walking danger road sign. No thanks.. Luckily enough people adjust to my environmental needs in order to keep relationships up. That's very nice actually. But I'd rather not be in a position to be the odd one out. And to be able to be more free and spontaneous and cheerful again, like I used to be before this hell started. But don't worry, I'm usually in a good place mentally, usually busy with a thousand things that have my interest. You get used to stuff, even to all this rosacea craziness. The current cold weather isn't helping with my redness. My dad and friends tend to say; "Oh, you must love the colder weather, right?". In theory yes... In reality no, because it flares the rosacea too! Not for everyone, but I have permanent red cheeks and burning seb derm rashes nowadays. And then there is general life that doesn't always go well. Two week ago I sat in the train really early in the morning and a person was killed on the rails :( As in; committed suicide with the help of my train. I sat all in the front and we had just left a small station close to town, and the train wasn't even on full steam, when suddenly the conductor pulled the breaks really forcefully, then a big boom. Train was standing still for 2 hours, doors closed, as the recovery team came. I did bring my small portable hand fan with me, and a gel pack that was defrosted and heated up within 30 minutes, as it was roasting hot in there. In fact, I was so hot and it was so warm in there, that I said to the conductor that I have asthma and can I please get some fresh air, a door open? I felt a bit of a con woman for bringing up asthma, but after a full year of lung inflammation and shortness of breath, I felt it was the quickest way to have some fresh cold air. Explaining rosacea to a conductor, I'm afraid I would have spent the entire two hours trying to explain rosacea and still not have had access to an open door at the end. Often people put little value to what they do not understand. But now he took me to the conductors place in the front and let me sit by the open door, but said I shouldn't look out of the train. Best not for me. I didn't. But I did hear all the conversations of the conductor and the help teams. A woman apparently suddenly stepped onto the rails, and the conductor was really shocked. Said he couldn't believe that a stop train at relatively slow speed could cause such a collusion.. She was dead under the train :( After 2 hrs the train could continue. I feel a bit sad about it all tbh, it was so graphic, even though I didnt see much.
The poor woman, now her pain is over. I'm afraid that with the holidays closing in, there are frequently more such incidents. It is odd that people would choose a train as a method of suicide though. There has to be hundreds of ways one could go about this without the mess or pain. Then again, perhaps their last moment is one of amusement, knowing what an inconvenience this will be for everyone involved. But all in all, I think the train jumping is quite a harrowing thing to have the train driver go through. Avoiding any type of mess altogether might be difficult, but there are specially trained teams normally to deal with the aftermath. Train drivers are not qualified trauma workers. To see someone standing at your track, looking you often in the eye and for some hard working man to have to try to avoid the collision is quite something to drop on someone elses plate. I saw a docu about some train drivers who had to stay home sick for long times, due to the psychological impact of it all. That the rest of the passengers might miss their oh so important little meetings and dates, sure, that might be a bit of black humour perhaps and not a big deal usually. They don't have to witness it first hand though, visually I mean.
I also read about a Dutch man of 41 who was an alcoholic. Smart and studied one, but he was granted euthanasia in holland when he convinced his doctor he has no hope of recovery and suffers. I'm for euthanasia in cases where there is suffering with no outlook on improvement (think terminal cancers),. But a 40-something year old woman with terrible ear screeching sounds in her ear, tinnitus, was also granted it some years ago. That woman had it really bad. They had the tv viewer hear for one minute what she heard all the time, which was the equivalent of a screeching water kettle, a train putting on the breaks and more horrible high pitched sounds. I couldn't even keep the tv's audio on for half a minute, it was deafening and maddening. Just, odd that alcoholism is a valid reason too apparently.. It's an odd case and a single case so far too, the euthanasia for alcoholism. Especially for someone in his early 40s, with young kids, which makes it even more unusual. As a rule of thumb over here, you can make a case for yourself in front of a commission and your doctor, and they will debate then whether or not you are eligible for assisted death. It's meant for people with terminal illnesses, who want to avoid last stages of tremendous pain, but the boundaries have been stretched. In Belgium a 20-something girl with a life long depression battle also was allowed euthanasia last year. Also caused quite a stir. But if people are completely responsible and sane and have an ongoing wish (the process to determine this tends to take up a long time), based on health stuff that is clinically demonstrable, they can make a good case. I think in many cases it's more humane than to have them jump off towers and in front of trains. In Wales a young lad had a severe rugby incident and ended up in a wheelchair, paralyzed from the neck down. He went all the way to a clinic in Switzerland, paid 10,000 euro and had the euthanasia as well. One could wonder why animals are helped out of their misery, but some people are pushed to the brink of desperation without any such help.
The woman with tinnitus
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I also saw the strangest tv series lately. Quite a fabulous series actually, where a Dutch couple, filmed by a Dutch documentary maker, had their old (deceased) dog cloned in Asia. It started as something like a prize quest: People could write up for the program and explain why they wanted their dog cloned, and one couple won and were followed by tv makers to Korea I think it was. Their old dog Job died and they were very attached to it and it was cloned, from some cells in a hair or something. It resulted in 2 pups! One died of pneumonia but the other made it past the 7 month isolation time and when they got their dog it was filmed too. And the dog was of course the carbon copy of the original, but also had inherited all the little habits and twerks, right up to the head movements of the original dog. And strangest; he had been isolated in Korea but once the owners and the dog met, the dog was instantly licking their faces the same way Job did, and rolled on his back, belly up, in submission. Very unusual. It made me wonder for a second. It's not the old dog of course, but the dog almost seemed to recognize them. Then you realize; no, it couldn't have recognized them. It has the other dog's DNA but not its memories. Just... strange to watch. What's a soul anyway.. probably the add up from your vital brain functions, your consciousness and your personality? Directly related to physical and chemical components in your brain. Does a soul imply the separation of personality from the physical brain though? If someone ends up in a car crash and some of major brain components die off, but that person can still function physically, but lost the things that made them themselves.. The personality, the brightness, the sharpness, the 'soul'? Would that be a narrowing down of the soul? It's all technical, I do not believe there is a soul that flies off to God the moment the body dies. With this tv-program, you an recreate the body of the dog by duplicating the exact DNA, but their will never be the same 'soul' again. Just shows when you see sheep Dolly being cloned and having her dna copies standing right next to her, all alive. And all clearly having their own life experience. Maybe 'soul' is just a term to make a distinction between the robotic functioning of the brain, when it just performs basic human tasks, versus the lively brain when your personality is still active and the full brain capacity is activated. Of course, the dogs behaviour was purely coincidental. He inherits the physical traits and character traits, but it's nurture versus nature and the dog was raised for its first 7 months in an Asian laboratory so they didn't nurture him at all, the owners. A lot of wishful thinking and über subjective association on their part most likely, once they met their dog at 7 months old. Even identical twins, when separated and growing up apart from each other, will differ significantly in important matters. But then again, some do marry men with the same name or looks or even date of birth. Probably a coincidence too. I also heard that the Koreans are attempting to revive wholly mammoths :) Yes something out of Jurassic Park but they have taken advantage of global warming to go to Russia and search throughout Siberia for frozen dead mammoths and try to extract DNA from frozen meat. It would be so awesome!
When the new medium of cartoons came out, for instance, they were seen as the root of the withering away of youth, in terms of morality. In 1956 the US Congress even proposed to abolish them, because they would incite youthly disobedience. In no less than 12 states there were public cartoon burnings, in the early 50s. Later, MTV was protested to cause the debauchery of youngsters. Haha, maybe they were right there actually. Even something as awesome as the first trains; there was widespread fear at the time that cows would die on the spot, when one passed by, from shock! And they feared that humans travelling with the train would choke, from the high speeds. In 1877, the New York Times wrote an article about the predecessor of the gramophone (the phonograph), that if the retched thing ever saw the light of day in peoples houses, "both book-making and reading will fall into disuse. Why should we print a speech when it can be bottled, and why would the next generation learn to read when some skillful elocutionist merely repeats a novel aloud in the presence of a phonograph. Instead of libraries filled with combustible books, we shall have vast storehouses of bottled authors." Lol. Bottled authors The end of books! Predicted in 1877.
But our own future is more daunting, because of the high tech technology we already have and also the speed at which discoveries and changes are taking place these days. I never realized this as much as when reading something from one of my favorite authors, Stefan Zweig, lately. He wrote really interestingly about the 19th and early 20th century in Vienna, where he grew up. He was a Jew and had a very good clear view on things I feel, also on the role of Jews in that society. He wrote about how his parents in the 19th century hardly experienced any major life changing things. A life from begin to end with no societal highlights and crashings. No life changing shocks or dangers. A life with personal highs and lows, sure, but small tensions in comparison, unnoticeable changes and smooth transitions, in a non changing space. The wave of time took most of them silently from the cradle to the grave. Most people in Europe were born, grew up and continued to live in the same place throughout their lives. The same city and often even the same house. He talks about Vienna and back there, in the 19th century, hardly anything of major upheaval happened. Whatever happened in the outer world, took place in newspapers and didn't personally knock on their doors. Sure there were wars, but often far away and not near the scale and magnitude of WW1 or 2. They didn't hear the cannons, and after half a year it usually already ended. They had a gold coin that never changed its value. Peoples rights were secured, everything went smooth and efficient. Everything was perfected and predictable, from loans to taxes, to dividend. Families knew exactly what they could spend, everybody had some spare savings for unexpected situations. Who owned a house could be certain that it was inherited by children and grandchildren without any hurdles.
For babies in the cradle, people already started to save for their later lives. If the emperor would die, people knew with certainty that another practical and equal capable one would replace him. Nobody believed in wars or revolutions. Radicalism and violence were considered unthinkable in this age of Enlightenment. Security an certainty were the key words. And the wealth was broadly shared in Austria at the time, not just for the aristocracy. There were insurances for everything; against house fire, burglary, hail and storm, illnesses, old age, a dowry. Workers had united and managed to get social security and decent wages too, including health insurance. High levels of trust in the make ability of life and the power of efficiency. Liberal and honest. With disdain people looked back at earlier times and barbaric wars fought. Now people believed it would only take another century or so, until all evils were eradicated and mankind was thoroughly enlightened and ridden of all violence. All in the name of progression. Stefan Zweig wrote also about this first part of the 20th century, when he himself lived, and how dramatically different it was from the lives of his parents and grandparents. That he lived a life in which nothing returned back to how it was. Nothing remained of the past. They experienced all the catastrophes which history usually throws at people over a long long period of time, but for Zweigs generation they came all at once. Quite an unfortunate time to live for many people, when you think about it.. They got the amount of shit that is usually spread out over centuries; one generation dealt with a revolution, another with a coup, a third with a war, a 4th with a famine. A 5th with the bankruptcy of the state. And blessed societies and generations dealt with none of the above. But now all of that was thrown at them over the time frame of one generation. Zweig went through the 2 biggest wars of history, and experienced them from 2 different front lines (pro German first, anti-german in the 2nd). Before WW1 he had everything, both in terms of possessions and in terms of individual freedoms. After both wars he had the lowest level of them since centuries. In the end he lost everything actually, incl. his life. He was both celebrated and despised throughout his lifetime, both free and shackled, rich and poor. Lost his home and country. Had revolution, famine, deflation, recession, terrorism, fascism, concentration camps, the Bolsheviks, epidemics and emigration, all within 40 years or so. He was raised in the haydays of civilization and ended up in utter barbarism. That does something with someones psyche..
At the same time, that time period showed immense technological advancements. In one wing beat everything that was achieved in the millions of years prior was surpassed in these 50 or so years. They conquered the sky with planes, allowed instant messaging over the globe with communication devices, the atom was spliced, many terrible deadly illnesses were beaten, penicillin is of huge importance surely (all these kids seemed to have died from tuberculosis). The highest heights and lowest lows he witnessed. This author, Stefan Zweig, was fortunate enough to experience a period of time where the machinery hummed. Everything was well-oiled, and no one felt the need to throw a wrench in the works. Well… I suppose an Austrian did eventually throw a wrench in the works, but that was as much the fault of the Allied Powers as it was Uncle Adolf’s.
As a friend wrote, with regards to our modern 20th century times: "It made sense to give people the sense of freedom, to pursue their dreams of a well-paying job, a house of their own, a car that was paid for and replaced every five or so years. You saved to send your kids to university, and hoped that you were able to get this all done before the inevitable collapse that saw all the gains made funneled to the top. Now, we’re not even making those gains, which is why the illusion of prosperity is wearing thin. It is ramping up, which is why I feel that the big corporates must be feeling the experiment with capitalism and democracy is no longer in their best interest to continue. We’ll be back to our Potemkin Villages and Gilded Age horrors before long. Russia has already crossed that finish line, where they’re a marginal “democracy” in name only. America is only half a step behind, and the rise of the far-right in Europe will have the millennia-old conflicts rising up soon enough." Anyway, time goes faster and faster it seems, in terms of drama, new developments etc. Those slowly flowing and splashing rivers of time in the 19th century is gone, I don't think we have it as dramatic and excruciating as the people living between, lets say, 1900 - 1950, which must have been THE most eventful and uprooting and dramatic time frame to have lived in in modern times perhaps? Certainly after the steady century before it. People were actually looking forward to WW1! Which tells a lot about how peaceful and uneventful it had been for quite some time by then. I wrote an article once about Franz Marc, a painter, who longed to go to the front, because he and his artistic brothers had not seen a war in ages and life had been so uneventful. How wrong they were, and his diary entries and letters become more grim and desperate as the war furthens and he dies at the front eventually.
With regards to our future, I still feel, despite knowing that there were always grumps about the future, that our future is actually grim. Because I imagine the robots, the artificial intelligence. Did you know that ultra rich people like Zuckerberg, the google owners and other Silicon Valley types pump money into foundations who dig into major discovery topics? XPRIZE for instance. Such foundations set themselves high goals, for instance; Increase the lifetime of humans. Solve hunger. If scientists or entrepreneurs like XPRIZE can achieve this, they get a dot of money from Zuckerberg&Co. This video shows that these types don't think small, when they sell themselves to the world:
Big and Bold. They set up some big goals and some already succeeded, for instance; getting a consumer (a normal human) into space. The medical tricorder from Star Trek, telling you what is wrong health wise as soon as you stroke it over the body (1966) is also an XPRIZE challenge. If anyone can achieve to build such a functioning device in real life, he or she gets 10 million dollar.
I heard of a Belgium guy called Walter de Brouwer who is very actively trying to produce such a device as we speak. And probably plenty more people scattered over the planet. Brouwer made an app that lets your phone measure your blood oxygen levels, blood pressure, heart rate, temperature. Not quite yet the device to diagnose uterine cancer, or meningitis though.. And even if they try, I fear it will be an app that basically checks for general symptoms and comes to the most logical diagnoses. Goes by probability, in other words. And they can be very wrong of course, because not all illnesses follow picture perfect script book classic symptoms. In other words; we still need doctors, even if someone comes up with a proper tricorder But the app does register all these data mentioned over long periods of time. You can see high blood pressure problems arise, I guess, this way. Just like a simple commercial blood pressure pump and a notebook can do today haha. Maybe they can develop machines where you prick your own blood in the finger and can rule out not only simple diabetes but also all other sorts of infectious or immune related diseases, by quick blood analysis. That would be cool. I don't know how they will overcome the lab function and long lab cultivation processes though.. Not to mention the future devises that will be implanted under the skin or in the body, which can monitor out health much better. BRRRRRR for me, as I can't even handle sutures well, body goes into rejection immune response right away. Not to mention a metal device! Peace maker might be a problem too, so I am careful with my heart and live healthy. I imagine that people a hundred years from now might be stunned that we just waited for nature to happen; for illnesses to strike, and then to treat the symptoms. That's what's happening now with pretty much all auto immune diseases, with cancer most often. In time to come they will engineer these health functions completely I think, and even get some DNA mapping which tells exactly what illnesses can be expected, and with gene therapy they will be filtered out. That will be the end of the genetic diseases as we know. But on a side note; these things tend to be invented for the rich and the elite.. One could wonder, why they aren't solving more down to earth problems first? Like cancer, the upcoming drought and lack of fresh water. Poverty. Basic illnesses that still kill so many people. Overpopulation perhaps even. Why are we pursuing a medical tricorder when most humans would never have access to them? Maybe as another method of keeping the wealthy alive longer. If you want to look at things in the most pessimistic way, one could say that everything we build, everything we create as a species exists to fuel the economic engine of our civilization. We’ve put far too much thought into thinking of shit to have people buy, and not nearly enough in how to provide them the opportunity to afford it. Now we’re left with fifteen kilos of stuff and a five kilo bag to hold it. In the mean time, rent goes up, tax-burdens are shifted onto the working class.
Ray Kurzweil wrote about future stuff, 'The Singularity is Near'. He is an inventor and did invent some things already, so he is taken seriously by quite some people. He also works at google, is some big shot there. Because google thinks he can predict the future. He thinks that one day we will be able to upload our brain to a hard disk, and therefore get eternal life, and are able to time travel I'm not so sure if we have our own consciousness still then, I think that's the plan. You are supposed to live on in that hard disk, through that hard disk, even when your body dies. Life is perception and you can continue to have the perception then of travelling, eating etc. I don't get how this is exactly supposed to be possible though... Kurzweil is very specific also about when this will happen: 2045. He follows Moore's Law for this. Every year, the amount of transistors in chips are doubling, since the 70's now. And therefore, the faster a pc becomes. In 1971 the intel 4004 processor has 2300 transistors. In 1979 the Intel 8088 had 29.000 transistors. 1985 - 55.000, 1989 - 275.000, 1993 had the Intel Pentium processor with 3.100.000 transistors. 2006 (Intel Core 2) - 291.000.000 and 2012 had Intel 62-core with 5.000.000 transistors. Soon we will have a chip that can think as fast as a mouses brain, if you follow this pattern, and in 2023 it should think as fast as a human mind, according to Moore. And in 2045 one chip should be faster than all human brains combined. I admit that the law of Moore and Kurzweil is a bit fundamentalist in this. Just because Moore's law kept repeating the predictable time line for the past 30 years or so, doesn't mean it will continue to do so in the near future. Kurzweil won't make 2045 most likely, as it stands now (Born in 1948), which means he might just miss the boat! And he is trying to stretch up his life now with tons of pills, in order to be there at the Day of Days. I should still be around by then. I mainly wonder if we by then are still able to commit suicide and get out, once captured on a hard disk.
Full blown flush + swelling (and burning) after using fluoride toothpaste for a while again. Will this sensitivity to everything ever stop?? Pissed off with this body and skin.
Have been using a lot of public transport lately and it's cold here and like an oven inside. Depressing. I bring my little handheld portable fan along these days and hide it behind a magazine or something. It helps a little bit. Not eating all day helps me a bit too, as soon as I start to eat the flaring seems to start or get worse. I'll add some pictures below. Been feeling a bit worn down in general. Been an unfortunate year with private life issues, a stalker, lung-related problems out of the blue, rosacea not all too great, deaths of loved ones and general low grade anxiety, which I didn't have the years prior. It's probably superstition at play, but I hope all of that shit ends right at midnight on January 1st :)
I also read a post from a person who seems to have beaten rosacea, after developing it ten years ago. He wrote a heart rendering update of his life in the mean time, and also shared some tips on what helped him control his rosacea. I think I can make out from his original post that he had p&p's, possibly also redness. I am not sure if he had flushing to deal with, but I'd be surprised if he didn't:
Milton, 5 November 2016 wrote: "From 2006-2011 I was on anything I could find. Some worked, some were completely useless, here is what worked:
1) Melonotan II really helped mask the redness but I got uneasy using a drug not approved by the FDA. Haven't taken it since 2010. Wouldn't recommend due to uncertainty of drug.
2) Accutane - In 2007 I went on a low dose for about a year. I really haven't had significant papules ever since.
3) Gemini laser treatments - about 3 a year, they did wonders. Got pretty costly for a public servant.
4) Aubrey Sea Buckthorn Oil Cleanser - nice gentle cleanser used up until 2014.
From 2011-Present:
1) The closest I have come to a drug is a prescription vitamin called Nicodan (started in 2014). Great drug if you can get it prescribed. Not using it at this point.
2) Alot of Salmon, Avocados and other fruits and vegetables. I still get the occasional "junk" food but it's extremely limited.
3) I lost 20 lbs and I do a lot of yoga and other exercises. I currently weigh about 180 and in the best shape of my life.
4) I use a cleanser called Revaleskin Facial cleanser - it's about 28 bucks on Amazon and last me about 3 months per bottle. Not bad
5) Since 2011 I've had one Gemini treatment, 3 months before my wedding. Haven't had the need since.
6) I use a moisturizer called La Roche-Posay Rosaliac Skin Perfecting Anti-Redness Moisturizer about 25 dollars a bottle but last me about 2 months
7) I use a anti-redness serum called La Roche-Posay Rosaliac AR Localized Redness Intensive Serum about 28 dollars a bottle last me about 4 months (don't use as much as moisturizer)
8) I meditate every day to keep my stress levels down
9) Very, very little alcohol. When I was 28 and came down with Rosacea I was a weekend heavy drinker. Now I might have a beer ever 2 weeks."
Saw this well known movie back the
other week, Falling Down
I'm sure you know it. Michael Douglas, who goes on a rampage through LA when he gets stuck in traffic, can't change some money to call his ex wife, and then it goes from bad to worse. He got laid off from work, his wife divorced him and keeps him away from his daughter now. He just wants to bring her a birthday present, but the world is against him. William Foster (Douglas character) is an archetype of the average American almost, with his white short sleeved t-shirt and tie and those once mainstream but later outdated 50's style brown rimmed glasses. They might have even symbolized creepy people later on, as nobody wanted to wear them anymore but racists and old fashioned conformists. He doesn't belong in this world anymore and his ideal (old fashioned?) idea of life, working to maintain your family lovingly, are all shattered. Yet he sees the modern world through ancient (cracked) glasses. And this modern world is filthy, shitty, crime ridden, shown full of outcasts or arrogant mean rich people. Modern city life, riddled with gangs, homeless bums with entitlement issues, with poverty and crime issues and social diversion. I guess the city street is used because it shows all walks of life and harbors all good and bad life has to offer usually. Not sure, but cities can make for gritty, desolate, harsh circumstances to master. Almost none of the characters in this movie are likable (i'm inclined to say they are also all pretty one dimensional - except the 2 main characters), only the detective seems very mild mannered and empathetic (yet he's the one who kills him). the rest are aggressive and/or arrogant, paranoid and/or abusive. Rude most of all. The jerk who won't let him use the phone boot in peace for instance. Foster has less and less patience with these types and soon goes all nazi on them. But I feel that initially he tried. But there's only so much a man on the edge can take.. It feels like a jungle out there, even though it's made of concrete.
I liked that as his path moves on and his set backs grow more serious, his defense weapon at hand keeps getting more heavy. And he just wants to go home.. Getting out of his car starts an Odyssey of sorts. He wants to go home. To the good old days and some archetypal place where his boss rewards his decade long services for the company, where his wife and daughter wait for him eagerly and smiling at the home he pays for. Where he has the basic life that was promised to him by the american dream. While looking for ways to go home, he runs into all sorts of people who hold him back, or dictate him what to do or where to go instead. He's literally chased away by a bum in the park unless he gives him something (and when he sees through the rambling lies he gets aggression in return). He can't walk straight on due to roadwork, when there is clearly no need for any, other than self regulatory employment securing. The Korean shop owner, where he wants to get some change, refuses unless he buys some and when he wants an overprized can of cola and still doesn't get the right pay phone exchange back, the shop owner is all about You Pay Oh You go Sih. No compassion and Foster then flips. He can't sit on some insignificant gang land plot of land without being hailed with violence. he can't cross a massive golf course without being barked at and intended to be chased off. And if he does find support, it's from people more crazy and warped than him, like the neo nazi in the store. But Foster isn't entirely crazy, he hails racism and he seems sincerely offended when the parents of the little girl in the plastic surgeons villa think he could potentially hurt their girl. A child! I felt for him all through the movie and especially at the ending, when he has no escapes, nowhere else to go and his last piece of hope and idealism is killed. He didn't even believe that he was seen as the bad guy all along. Even though the police detective seemed to understand him fairly well in the end. I found it so sad that he felt all he had to offer in the end - rejected by basically society and all his loved ones - was some insurance money in exchange for his life. The detective was also disillusioned it seemed, but turned the other cheek. He stuck with a slightly needy and erratic wife, he accepted his shitty colleagues for decades, he understands the evils but he accepts it.
For all Bill’s rigid sense of justice, he was still clueless. His daughter wanted nothing to do with him despite being old enough to be in school herself. His hippy-dippy wife wanted nothing to do with him despite their both knowing their incompatibilities from the beginning. It felt like she was kicking him while he was down as his entire identity and world collapsed. There was something about William Foster that seemed off. Michael Douglas was thirty-nine when the movie was made, and it is not unreasonable to assume William Foster was the same. He comes across like the studious boy from school that didn’t socialize much, never caused trouble. He followed the standard plan by doing well in school, got into a respectable university, and followed that with a respectable job. This is an age-old tale, I suppose. Not a lot to set it apart so far. I believe his mother even said as much when the police were interviewing her about the car being abandoned in the middle of a busy commuter street.
Firefighters would have batwings and be able to fly while shutting down fires. Hindenburg-like flying boats to travel in. Underwater whale pulled buses. Flying cars, robots to apply our make-up and clean our bathrooms, domesticated sea horses to travel on underwater- again. Boats that move over underwater rail tracks.. So many questions. How is this better than a normal ship? Is it limited to shallow waters? WHY IS IT ON FIRE?! Hehe I love this one; machines who drill the knowledge from books into our minds -somehow- 😊 I still dream about chips with information, like the ability to speak and understand Russian impeccably, which we might one day implant right behind our ears and upload all the data from in our minds 😊
The roofed city seems like a great idea until you remember things like, you know, drought :) We used to bicycle to school every day, over the flat Dutch farmland/countryside. 13 kilometers to school and then 13 back again. The wind was always coming from the wrong direction, you were always ploughing away to go forward. I always thought; why not build a transparent tunnel? Place big ventilators on both sides, and you will hardly have to bike, always have the wind in the back. I also wondered why there hasn't been a garment discovered yet, like a transparent air bubble, that you can blow up around you in a matter of nano seconds when needed. For instance; when you fall off a building (it would protect you and make you land safely). Or when being threatened with a gun (it would deflect the bullet). Or how about ultra thin tooth condoms? You put them over your teeth and sugars and food acids will never again destroy your tooths dentin.. Not all of these future visions were as ridiculously off-the-mark as the ones above though. In fact, here are three more that were downright prescient. Like this prediction: We'll communicate via video chatting.
They totally called the invention of FaceTime/Google Hangouts/every other video chatting service that I use on a daily basis. To be honest, I kinda wish I had a holographic phonograph setup like this. It's way cooler than just staring at my laptop screen all day. And in the 1930's people came up with this prediction.. Skype, anyone? That was rather spot on I think! Interesting how the reality is actually much more high-tech than was expected. Internet and computers are revolutionary and era defining inventions I think. I find it both endearing and interesting, the futuristic stuff people came up with back then. I think it shows that there is only so much people can imagine, based on the reality framework of the day. They predicted the industrialization correct, but that was something that was already going at the time. Not such a big stretch therefore. Futurists tend to exaggerate interesting technologies but only a few steps further, it seems. Hence, the preoccupation at the time with flying things and underwater transport. No-one was mentioning self thinking robots, or computers even. The video chatting was a nice idea, but again, a combination of stuff already present; cinema was upcoming, the screen projections were known. Had someone come up with the concept of an image lighting up from within, and not coming from a direct and physical projector, well.. that would have been beyond brilliant I suppose. The stuff of visionaries.
Btw, those images were made as a parody, I read, by a Parisian artist. They were intended to caricature and mock the petit bourgeousie and their habits and stretch them into the ridiculous for the future. Not quite serious Futurism most likely 😊 But it's still amusing to watch now I think. But isn't it fascinating that a person who was born around the turn of the century, like my grandparents who were from 1910'ish, have gone through so so much... Grew up in basic houses with horse and carriages, no electricity or running water. No antibiotics. 2 wars. Then endured the 50s, the 70s, the 80's, drove over 100 km/h in cars, flew in planes, knew of computers (they died in the 90s). I love the modern day access to information through the internet, but the prospects for the future aren't making me any happier, hence the living in the past a bit. Books from the older days are more all encompassing, have more depth to me. I like to read or watch about earlier times. It's escapism but also nice to have the historical distance now to look back on things with the knowledge of today. And to try to imagine what life was like back then. It makes my life a lot more interesting to do this, but that depends of course on personal interests.
I am lately watching a series on BBC, called The Victorian Slum. It's a reenactment. 4 modern English families are put in a complex like it used to exist in Londons East End in the Victorian times. Each week they go through all aspects of life like it was in a specific decade. Starting with 1860, stretching 1900. Some families are better off than others, some live with several kids in a one bedroom place, have no stove or a very simple one, have the old dusty bed linen and clothes just like it was those days. They need to work, like it used to happen. There is a couple who runs a little shop, where these people used to come for their dinner. Most had no means to cook and would buy a slice of bread with cheese, or a bowl of warm food. It would often be sold on the tick, meaning they had until Friday usually to pay. It was a system of credit based on trust, and needed to keep economy rolling in those days. Especially in the slums. These people lived in debt all the time. 90% of housing in those days was rentings, hardly anyone owned a home, and in the east End, people could rent as long as they paid. No need to show work contracts or statements of good behaviour. London at the time was already a vastly expanding city with booming (industrial) economy, but a large portion of the people were struggling nevertheless. Poverty was seen as part of the natural order of things. You were either born poor, or you fell into poverty due to your own moral failures, it was said. LOL, so, by day 2 the people in this series were already full on complaining 😃 Too cold, sore back, poor bed, hungry, miserable, tired, and uhm.. cold again. One big kid of around 9 describes his inner depression sinking in once he realized there really were no chocolate chip cookies hidden anywhere. One bed so families of 4 snuggle up in the same bed, HA! One teenage daughter first sniffed and snored in disgust but eventually did admit that it brought them closer as a family, in all sorts of ways. They need to find work in order to pay for their rental. One goes working in a bell factory (making those old fashioned bells by hand), another does wood furniture making. One family is Jewish and (high end) tailors in real life, and for the program are sent to Petticoat Lane (they're all wearing their Victorian garments of course) and given a stack of old clothes from those times and told to patch them up (all by hand!) into practical and sales worthy patch ups. Jews used to be very skilled in their home countries, but fled to England and had nothing when they arrived, typically, and had to start from the bottom. Half of them made their living from tailoring. All of the contestants do a poor job haha, where people used to make 1000 wooden furniture items a day (if they failed they got fired and without work they died), the legless guy makes 7 (of which 2 had errors). Of course, he had had no practice prior. Some women work from home, doing tasks like making match boxes from their living room. Such women would work around 16 hours a day and paid so poorly that they could only buy some bread from it. Single mothers had only 2 choices really if they wanted to earn money: do this piecework from home or become prostitutes. Kids were economically viable by the age of 7 or 8. Many sold foods on the street.
The money in the tv series is modern day money, but adjusted to the prices of the Victorian times. Britain at the time (1860) produced half the worlds cotton and iron and 2/3 of its coal. Armies of unskilled workers flocking to London, Glasgow, Liverpool etc to do all this work. It paid relatively well, they could feed and shelter their families from it, but there was never certainty about work for the next day. Retirement didn't exist. One of the men in the show has a false leg in reality and exchanges his high tech modern one for one worn in those days. There were many amputees as factory machinery wasn't safe. Without X-rays or antibiotics invented yet, there was only a 50/50 chance of surviving an amputation surgery. And afterwards people walked on crutches or with the most basic wooden leg. By the 1870s, America and Germany started to compete in the coal, iron and steel markets, which were prior dominated by the English. Work regulation reforms and increased competition meant that employers sent more work than ever out to the unregulated slums, and for lower wages. So they had to work harder to have more quantity ready when working from home. Entire families helped out and worked up to 80 hrs a week. In 1873 there was a global financial crisis Foreign investment dried up, growth halved and unemployment soared. This long depression was felt for over 20 years! It was the end of Britains industrial golden age. People were poorer, wages were coming down, the cost of imported goods came down and the prices of products had to come down too. Of course, the rent stayed pretty much the same 😊 Landlords maintained whatever they could maintain. Guess some things never change..
Irish workers came in in large groups. Ireland was ravaged by famines. Irish were seen as vermin, like the jews. Some mocking prints represented them as the missing link between humans and chimpanzees: They came with nothing usually as they spent all their savings in the journey alone. They would sleep in mass lodges (the doss house) with hangover benches as beds, or Four Penny Coffins. People would roam the streets looking for work, named 'tramping'. Parliament did nothing for these poor and stated these groups had the habit of not working in their bones. There was poor relief, but it stretches towards offering clothing and food, or commissioning someone to the workhouse, people had to plead for entrance in front of a board of men. Anyone seeming too much of a lazy slump were not allowed in. Only the ' deserving poor'. Poverty was seen as self imposed. In the 1880's, able men would flock to the docks, looking for work. In the East End alone, ten thousand of desperate men would gather there in the mornings, trying to get work, when there was only work for maybe 6000 tops. They were too poor to travel elsewhere and had to wait hours in the morning, before gates were opened and they were driven into gates and an ion barred shed, where they were checked by dock managers, picked out when deemed good enough. The weak would fall down and be trampled. Brutal to hear a historian tell about all that.
In the 1870s the average life expectancy was 43, and in the worst districts and poorest cities it was only 28. 1 in every 4 children died. Complete social Darwinism! They were tough as nails, the ones who survived. Who made it well into adulthood without most medication, who survived infections and illnesses, who endured the hard living circumstances, who were able bodies. Those were the ones who could breed and reproduce and that's how it always has been in nature. Not anymore today. Yes in that respect, bullying is a challenge of social Darwinism too. People had no money for food some days, which they have the modern families go through as well. Such a stark contrast with todays absolute abundance of food. Things have improved a good deal if you look at it from that perspective, although many people still live in dire poverty and debt stricken today too, of course... Especially with the gap between rich and poor only deepening again these days. Overall the people are pretty positive about the experiment, all saying how good a simply egg sandwich tastes when you're hungry. How in real life they're so busy that they are like ships passing in the night, whereas now they work side to side sowing, or doing other manual work, and actually spend time together. And cooperate together, making something work when something seems on the line (even when it's all a show). Others got emotional because they realized just how hard people used to have it. The hunger, constant working, poor living conditions, stress. The Jewish families mother was tearful because she realized what her ancestors had gone through and that her own mother had a wonderful life and she now has, and that the ancestors weren't there to see how their own harsh lives paid off for the offspring. Awww... They all love the sense of unity and community and happiness with the slightest thing going right.
Just heard this on the radio; a Dutch experiment where test people got paid to be isolated for one week.
Isolated as in: staying in some farm in Frysland, without television, radio, internet and mobile phones. They could still, read, write, cook, go out for walks. Everything except human contact with someone else. One Bloody Week... After 3 days some people started to show signs of schizophrenia and severe anxiety. People were instinctively grabbing their mobile phones, even though the sim cards and batteries were removed from it. Some couldn't even finish the one week and had to check out sooner. Most participants couldn’t take a week of semi-silence. I can't imagine I would twitch an eye over such a week. It's interesting in a way, how addicted people are to constant contact with everybody, constant confirmation and distraction. Reminds me also of the Stanford Prison experiment. Those fuckers couldn't even play an obviously staged role play without resorting to torture within 3 days. It might come down to lack of self control? One of my all time favorite books is A Man, from Oriana Fallaci, about Greek freedom fighter Alexander Panagoulis. She was quite a good journalist and had a relationship with him. He tried to kill Papadopoulos, the Greek dictator in the 70s. She made it into such a good book, and what will always stay with me is how he handled the years (if I remember correctly - read the book in my teens and again in 20s) of solitary imprisonment. At times in a tomb-like prison underground. In order to not go crazy, he befriended a little animal, might have been a beetle. He also fought a psychological war with his captors. Years of isolated imprisonment. One week of relative freedom; walking around, access to outdoors, to a kitchen, to books, HA!!!! He would have laughed about that I suppose. On the other hand, prisoners in the Stanford prison experiment went batshit on day two. The first reaction of the guards was to put down the uprising with intimidation and violence. Not even three days in and they were starting to go full-on Abu Ghraib with an odd enthusiasm. It took three days to recreate Lord of the Flies. Perhaps the one success of this experiment was to tap into the real dangers which are faced by both the incarcerated and their jailers without the preconditioning granted by employment at a prison or being a legitimate criminal. Almost all humans have a deep-rooted penchant for cruelty toward those they look down upon.
I've been in bed for long times last month due to the flu. Again! Hardly ever had flu throughout my life, until the past few years. Felt like a pensionado haha. Ugh. So exhausted and foggy brained. I binge watched movies, like Phar Lap (1983) and Seabiscuit (2003). I quite liked them both even though they were on the sentimental side, but they really got a bit of a hold on me with the 2 magnificent legendary race horses they depicted. Phar Lap is an Australian movie I think it was and like most aussie older movies I've seen; traditional, no nonsense, calm, sweet, straight forward. Seabiscuit seemed more ambitious as a movie I'd say, with beautiful cinematography and very good actors, including Jeff Bridges, Chris Cooper, Elizabeth Banks and William H. Macy (as "Tick Tock McGlaughlin, a pretty hilarious radio presenter), but I think that's mainly coming down to the 20 year age gap; the early 2000s were some of the years when very good movies were made, with a modern approach. Seabiscuit was beautifully shot and integrated some world events like the stock market crash and the lives of people outside of the horse racing (incl real footage and pictures, which I of course loved). So many people were laid off or lost everything after the crash, that horse racing went through a golden period; people loved the uplifting distraction it offered. But both movies were predominantly about horses who were overlooked by everybody when they were foals, despite having good racing bloodline (one too small and unsightly, the other had only interest in sleeping and eating, haha, and a particularly wild and moody temper initially). And both mistreated by humans, until some kind connoisseur notices them and gives them a chance. Typical Disney success story but there are also some surprises along the way. Nice how the actors were budding with the horse and I loved it because it gave me a much better idea of everything that goes into training a race horse. Not just the hours, but also the love, patience, disappointments, the sweat and tears. I love animals anyway (except snakes and fight dogs perhaps). There are some corny lines, about never giving up and sometimes all someone needs is a second chance, about rising from the ashes of adversity, but I didn't mind that too much. And the movie did a fine job at putting on film the races themselves. The tension and the speed and dynamics, the sounds, it was very well done. Think about the ben Hur or Gladiator like scenes with fast racings carts.
As IMDB stated: "The story of `Seabiscuit' is actually the tale of four long shots: Charles Howard (Jeff Bridges), a wealthy self-made man and natural salesmen who's suffered both personal and financial loss through the Depression, Tom Smith (Chris Cooper), an aging horse trainer unsure of his place in the world with the ending of the frontier, Red Pollard (Tobey Maguire), a short-tempered jockey with various handicaps against him, and Seabiscuit, an undersized mustang whose been mistreated his whole life." Red Pollard has one blind eye, which he keeps a secret to everybody until he is well an truly firmly in the saddle. Charles Howard lost his only son in an automobile crash - he used to collect fancy cars - and his marriage collapse after this event. Cooper is minimalistic to the core and is so well played. Man of little words, communicates better with horses than with humans but never corny or stereotypically portrayed. They all have flaws and the end sentence touched me a lot; Red Pollard says something along the lines of; we didn't help Seabiscuit, Seabiscuit gave all of us something to redeem our lives with, to live for. Awwww. I could write this in my own words here but I simply agree with the imdb verdict: "The story should have felt cliched and by-the-numbers, but a funny thing happened: the film makers took a nearly forgotten moment in time and managed to invest it with immediacy and suspense. The near mythic meeting of Seabiscuit and War Admiral on November 1, 1938 at Pimlico is an extension of the movie's overall theme; Seabiscuit, the representative of underdog hopes and pioneering dreams, and War Admiral, the recipient of champion breeding and training, a product of assembly line thinking." You can tell they didn't cheapen out on the entire atmosphere, it felt real, and well made, well acted. It took its time, it was soothing in that, but was so well edited that it never felt slack or boring. There was adversity, but not the kind where entire cities explode and evil aliens take over. In the end courage and kindness prevailed and it was nice to see a well crafted movie with such a message back. And of course it triggered my usual 'in the past everything was better' jingle again haha, but I do realize that todays times are the best for humanity as a whole as they have ever been, in many countries at least.. You only have to watch the high streets and see just how many middle and lower class people can walk around, consuming, spending money, dressing in the latest fashion. Having the opportunity in life to have kids and see them grow up well fed and medically looked after. No frontline in France you have to send them to either. But back then people wore hats. And suits and ties at the races. And they had courtesy. The early 2000's was something of a high-point for movies, as they were beginning to experiment with the magic of CGI without going off the rails with it. It was around that time that Gladiator and The Matrix were released, and they were both quite good with stunning visuals for the time. Move forward a few years, and movies are more video games than films. The Matrix sequels in particular were egregious examples of that behavior. Does it seem like the Great Depression is almost boilerplate when it comes to movies set to demonstrate the nobility of poverty? Such movies are acceptable, as they can depict rough financial circumstances with the caveat that things eventually improved, life become better. You watch a movie like Cinderella Man or O Brother, Where art Thou? and you are impressed with how they held up under such crushing circumstances. You could make a movie like that now, but that is liable to piss off the proletariat to where they get ideas of reformation.
What I like about movies such as Seabiscuit is that there is a deliberate pace to it. There are moments where the pace picks up or slows down, but it has the air of being well-made. An attention to detail that gives the audience a run-time that has been hand-selected to give them the best movie-going experience possible. A lot of movies have good elements, but it is the ones that take the time to make all the elements work that are considered amazing. Hundreds of sports movies have been made, and most are shit. Yet even a non-sports fan can find appreciation in a movie such as Coach Carter or The Fighter. When a movie is well-made, it can bring any topic or story to a wider audience. I believe Seabiscuit can do just that. It also has eye for context and background story, making it a rich little time travel experience. The world it shows is detailed, actions have consequences. There are all sorts of larger background forces at work, hence the importance of the detailing here of the financial crisis. It needs to be a rich story with more factors at play than the main strive of the protagonist. This movie throws plenty of money on realistic costumes, extra's and locations. And the overall visuals, the colors, the hues, are all great. I read on imdb that the directors 6 yo son had just seen The Rookie and suggested to his dad to hire its cinematographer John Schwartzman for the job. Nice as it all has a warm tonal hue and is very pleasant to watch. I don't remember the music but think it is among the best edited movies I have seen, despite being a lengthy movie. It runs like a train. Americans tends to be good at this I feel. They might not always come up with the erratic artistic masterpieces we have over here, but on average their movies are solid and all round decent movies for a big audience. Perhaps American movies also tend to spell things out a bit more than the better European movies, and use subtext a bit less than we here do, but the acting is usually top notch and my dad tends to say that even C actors from the States tend to be better than any A actor we have here. I agree. American movies are more clear I feel in their topic choice too. One theme, one problem that needs to be overcome, which really makes it a compact watching experience usually. European movies tend to be more vague in this. Often they are just reflections of a certain life. Representations of the suffering of a truckers family in Belgium, and there really is no imminent problem we are watching and waiting to be solved. Just a week or a month or a year out of the life of. Or a bored French girl who is a teenager and experiments with prostitution and the movie seems mainly used to portray this Lolita girl in as many provocative angles as possible. An aesthetic endeavor. Because the story is going nowhere. She tries it a while, she gets into trouble, she resumes to her old boring life. No closure, no solution, no all good endings. I am used to such movies, but I can understand that some American viewers might be puzzled about what the whole deal is exactly about the watching experience. But French movies tend to be impressions of something sultry and melancholic, about passages of youth or of mental anguish, that anybody could go through in life. very different types of movies. When I then watch a strong themed American movie, you can just lean back and have the movie played out in front of you and the director seems to have taken care of everything. It's usually cookie cutter clean at the end of the movie what it was about and often left you with a good mood too. Not always of course and this habit might have been broken already now by long before by artsy movies. I don't recall Woody Allens movies often having a happy ending, nor a simple message Was more talking mainstream movies.
And on top, there is often some morality chucked away in American movies. I don't always like it, Seabiscuit and I know many more, Big Fish is another favorite of mine that has it. There are tons of them to name really. And I guess you can say that such movies show us how to live a good life. How to make good and bad decisions. There is not one unambiguous answer, but there are all sorts of hues and tones provided about how to live a good life, make a good life. I kind of like that actually.. especially when it's reduced to bad and good guys, but I feel that the past decade this thing is shifting. Game of Thrones is a game changer in general I hope because it shows that one dimensional good or bad characters are and should be a thing from the past. It insults the intellect of the viewers. GoT is so much more realistic for the depth and mix of good and bad motives each character has been given. It should be this way. But I feel that American movies do have a bit of a moralistic tone now and then, and sometimes it makes for very heart warming movies, like with Seabiscuit. People want to be taken onto a journey when watching a movie, or reading a book. You want to be taken in, grabbed by situations and characters and be submerged into another world, where we can learn from other experiences. In order for this magic to happen, there really needs to be a lot of stuff done and criteria met. But you need to be drawn into the world of the characters, and wanting to know how it ends.
Football, when it's a slow game it can be extremely tedious and boring for some. I think back in the days, in coal cities in england in the 50s for instance, families would live towards the weekend soccer match ALL WEEK And devoured every second of the match, even when nothing significant happened mostly. Just, the atmosphere, being out, the sense of unity with the rest of the supporters, the smells, the sounds. I guess it is all fabulous when the rest of your day and week is dreary and more boring, haha. Nowadays, most people have so many stimulation and distraction. I hate sitting around doing nothing for long. Rather get the laptop open, check news or stuff I find interesting, work, socialize. Then 2 hrs of uneventful sport games are a dreary bore. But I also remember many ecstatic football matches. Where the silence before the storm only enhanced the final goal scoring. Sadly, it seems movies like Seabiscuit are once a year, or every other year. Hollywood would throw all sorts of shit at the wall to see what sticks. If a movie did well, they made more. If it didn’t, they would move on. Now it is almost all terrible movies. Well, quite a lot. They focus-test this to appeal to the lowest common denominator to make money overseas. I can imagine a boardroom at a studio filled with executives, making lists of good movies to make this year. You hear sometimes about actor this or that starring in a movie, and then they don't even make it into the cinemas.. Straight to dvd. I suppose that is how they serve countries like China and India then.. European art house movies are often very ambitious, but they do struggle under stereotypes or elitist snobbery in my opinion. Especially French and English movies follow very distinct patterns which tends to make them fairly predictable. Farce and predictable romance is a common denominator for instance. Or very slow pace and very little plot. French art house also likes to zoom in on beautiful kids that come off age, elite and intellectual couples who struggle or age. Or where one of the two dies. The English can never let go of their stark and pretty outrageous class system. It is always playing a role in the background. It dictates how people speak, dress, conduct and they scan for all the signs at the first seconds of meeting someone else. Movies play with this always I feel, over there. And they have a sense of humor that can be wonderful, but I find the english often sink away in farce like comedy and traditional family or friend situations. That, or something to do with class problems (think The Remains of the Day, but there are countless of other examples really).
And what I like about the current approach to this, is that they also let go a bit of the predictability of the end outcome of such antagonists/protagonists. I keep citing Game of Thrones but it's just the best example for this I think; people were dazed and hurt and upset and angry even when Martin killed off Ned Stark in matter of episodes and chapters. The story hadn't even got going and he was already slashed off. It plays with the minds; who IS actually the protagonist here? And what happens when the characters we deem the main ones, the ring leaders, turn out to be just chess pieces in the bigger story? I find the level of surprise and mental fuckery that it created very appealing. There is no knowing which character will turn out to be the pivotal one at the end of the games. Tyrion might get most airtime but it might just turn out that Lord Baelish sits on the throne in the end, and we all watch back earlier series and put the pieces together only then about his real importance. For instance. In marvel movies, it's often all so cookie cut (is that a word?) who will in the end win and prevail. Sure, the road towards it is nice, and there is a lot of other stuff to get out of the movie as a whole (sharp funny dialogues, dark concepts and premonitions about our lives and futures), but the characters are pretty much always predictable for me and therefore, for me personally, not as interesting. GoT has realistic conflicts, motives and an error actually has capital consequences. No fairytale bulshit. I want to raw and stark reality pls, poured in some juicy drama. Martin created a cast of people, a huge cast, a massive world and what I disliked about Tolkien is the Good versus Bad theme. I find it too childish to reduce things to that. That's classic fairytale matter, but GoT is almost like a historic saga, it is so realistic. Error can mean death, just like in real human history. Get used to it, fuckers. I love how the antagonists are switched to protagonists, how your concept of who is what and why is constantly tossled about. They have a vast cast and anyone can die. Many of my favorite characters died, and I liked some predominantly evil characters too. Either way, even the antagonists who never fully redeem themselves, they still get worked out and dug into psychologically as much as the 'heroes'. And even the heroes are severely flawed and not always in a cute way. In other words; like in real life and history.
I’ve seen a handful of movies in that style. A movie that doesn’t have a strong thematic element is not an immediate failure, but it has to achieve something. Be it a beautiful sense of capturing the human emotional state, or demonstrating the pointlessness of life as a French whore. A day in the life of a Dutch baker is not entertaining unless it creates a level of audience interaction. Otherwise, you may as well make baking tutorials on YouTube that does a piss-poor job instructing the viewer. As to morality, we’re in the era of the anti-hero. We’re beyond the point where heroes and villains are a mainstay of the modern American cinematic experience. You’ll see good and evil in movies such as Marvel, because that is how the characters are developed. In most movies, I’d say it is more a matter of protagonist and antagonist. The protagonist is certainly free to have villainous elements, and many of them do. It is even somewhat popular to have what would otherwise be considered a villain be the protagonist. The problem that I see with their approach is that the antagonist is almost always reduced to being stand-ins. They exist solely to create conflict, to give the protagonist something to do. Even when the antagonist’s motivations make sense and create a legitimately interesting conflict, there is no there there. Darth Vader, Hannibal Lector, Norman Stansfield, Dracula, Annie Wilkes, Buffalo Bill, Magneto, and Keyser Soze are all iconic antagonists because they were as well-developed as their protagonists were. Both sides of the story creates these legends. Game of Thrones works because they have realistic conflict. Everyone has their motivation. They may be sadistic, cruel, or outright insane… but they have a legitimate belief in their own causes. If nothing else, the author has brought these characters to life, even if they are people with actions we cannot condone. I think the books and show are as well-received as they are in a critical sense is because the author has created an entire cast of people. Now imagine erasing almost all of them, and have Jon Snow as the sole protagonist. Everyone else present exists beyond the scope of Jon Snow’s understanding. He interacts with them, he reacts accordingly to characters whose thoughts and motivations are unknown to us both. It would be a much less interesting tale, wouldn’t you say? It would be a mundane franchise. When one looks to write a book or make a movie, it is not necessary to have an antagonist that is as well-developed as the protagonist. One simply needs to see that the protagonist is well-developed enough to make up for the other side of the coin. Most fiction doesn’t reach that particular standard. Compelling protagonists, sure. Just not a brilliant example.
October 3rd 2016
Without Tilade |
I've been trying to find some explanations online of the effects of nedocromil sodium on rosacea skin.
And some anti inflammatory supplements I want to try out soon, |
It really feels like they’re having fun, doesn’t it? I remember as a kid that my family and I would go camping each summer. Mobile phones existed, but no one had them. Even if they did, mobile phones in our childhood did nothing more than calls. You had a flashlight or a lantern if you wanted to read after the sun went down. The excitement of piling everything in the car, the drive to the campground. Your biggest concern was mosquitoes! Which is what I see happening in this photo from 1958. No doubt the father in the white shirt was stoic if not a touch dour. “I said get your shoes on, goddamnit!” Yet there is no rancor in his voice. He’s smoking a cigarette and enjoying time with his family where he’s not worried about hippies or work or even that *&# Eisenhower. It is an adventure for his wife and children. When I see photos like this, it creates a feeling that life was good. Even if he might turn into some wife beater an hour late. At that moment though, life seemed good. It might be a generation thing, but to me, seeing scenes like this one: People seem forlorn at times now. Always in contact with everybody, every twitch needs to be shared to all your friends. Every ping requires an answer. Yet the people in these pictures might have been happier, with a depth of substance that just isn’t captured on Instagram. Less choices too in life, but not everybody is happy with endless choices. It isn’t digital photography versus film, or high-resolution versus standard definition. It is almost as if these people lacked a constant and inherent awareness of the fact that they are being or may be captured in an instant with photography. They seem more genuine for this. Either they take the opportunity of a photo being taken as something special, where you wanted to look your best for, or you see pictures where people do their everyday things and aren't at all aware of the concept of being shot like that. As photo cameras were not part of the everyday street scene yet. People being recorded in a snapshot. Our lives and social media presences seem fake in comparison, manufactured just to be seen.
I also wonder sometimes if the landscapes of our worlds, our individual countries, have changed a lot with the advancing decades. In the 1950's pictures, there seemed an order and sense of belonging to things. Things had their place. Stores that were run by family generations and were part of the community, instead of being placed strategically and solely to make money from an ever passing and changing stream of commuters. Now, everything seems to exists merely to generate revenue. A society of convenience, that thrives on change, instead of consistency. I like things to not change as much. For things to have a place. I prefer the same cafe that has been there for 50 years over the latest Starbucks. Because it never just stops there. Every self respecting small city needs, then, next, to have six Starbuckses! Because here the "Let's pay 5€ for some shitty starbucks latte plus a table to write my next movie script culture" has also landed... No match for the places where men with dirty fingernails eat fresh herring and drink beer to watch the football match. But who knows if those places will still be here, ten, twenty years down the line? Binmen no longer exist today. They have shining badges with 'Environmental Manager' printed on it. That's lovely, it sounds important. You can call a ditch-digger a ‘dirt-relocation engineer’. At some point it became a slur to be a binman, after all, or to make sandwiches at Subway. You call them a sandwich ‘artist’ and slap a bandage on any potential wounded pride. That's the 21st century for us. But no matter how important they make the job-titles sound, it never-ever-ever translates to an increase in pay.
It's a shame in a way that everything that can, also will be recorded these days. In large quantities. For some people, it degrades having quality memories. Back in the days, you needed to make choices and selections. You had one film roll, maybe 2, you couldn't picture every meal. You saved your photos for the highlights. You used to take photos and keep them in boxes, or take the time to add them to albums. They were precious because they were limited and fragile. You watched them and wished there were more. But there were usually just enough. Family photos were considered among the greatest treasures a family could possess (well, for the well to do and middle classes at least, over here). The loss of them was a genuine tragedy in a fire or flood. Now, you add them to Instagram or Dropbox forever. Certainly more convenient, and it does prevent such tragedies. Yet we seem to appreciate them less perhaps? I can't help but being nostalgic sometimes for the pictures of that era. I know, it was not as nice as it was presented to us, long kitchen duty hours for the wives, but still. It is easy to idealize a time long gone. Driving through your average pre-town center, the ugliness of the shop windows, the screaming neon lights, the rubbish, the weathered houses. Now, Holland is pristine and picture perfect in the city centers of old and big towns, a lot of money and government control to keep it all in tip top shape. But there are many pre-fab towns too and in other countries it can be just like that. I remember visiting Barcelona. Very high expectations, perhaps it all went wrong there already. Forget about the pretty Ramblas pictures the travel guides only show you; it's a city filled with cars and fast driving double car lanes. You first drive for a long long time through weathered outer city quarters; schmutzy, universal looking. As a kid you would pick places on the globe and imagine their pretty exotic nature. But things hardly look the same when you visit these places in adult life.
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