roadrunnertwice: Wrecked bicyclist. Dialogue: "I am fucking broken." (Bike - Fucking broken (Never as Bad))

You know, over time I’ve adopted one or two weird arrangements in my workspace to avoid RSI or back strain (standing desk, left-mousing, Fucking Dvorak), which seems to be at least one level past what most people want to mess with. But I cannot even calculate the level that this guy is on. I am so impressed.

Lag Me Not

Nov. 11th, 2010 04:35 pm
roadrunnertwice: Yoshimori from Kekkaishi, with his beverage of choice. (Coffee milk (Kekkaishi))
To take a break from the travelogue for a while (yes, I'm still working on some posts; yes, I'm back home), let's get back to something I mentioned in passing earlier.

The jet lag had me worried, a bit. This was going to be a fairly short trip, I did not want to waste any more of it than I had to on recuperatory bullshit, and all the talk of being useless for one day per zone freaked me right out. (And I knew I was susceptible, because I got the nasty lag going east to Ireland back in '04, and it really did leave me unable to do much but play Game Boy in bed for half a week.)

Anyway, initially what I kept finding were the news reports from earlier this year about how maybe, possibly, fasting for 16 hours before landing could keep The Lag at bay. So I was going to try that, except I didn't really have a lot of hope for it, since all those stories turned out to be based on a single study that involved injecting DNA-modifying virii into the brains of mice. ("If you've got jet lag and you're a mouse, we can help.") But then I ran across this.

Ignore for a minute the vibe of the site, which is somewhere between herbal supplement huckster and horoscope generator; the instructions are fairly simple once you strip away the explanatory text, and they're actually backed by a history of human testing (pdf link). And the whole shebang was developed by a dude at the Dep't of Energy's Argonne "Look At Our Fucking Death Ray" National Laboratory, which, you can't beat that heavily-irradiated pedigree. (Also it's apparently been used by the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, the Canadian National Swim Team, and Ronald Reagan. [?!])

The theory behind it is also kind of awesome: basically, in addition to your main bodily clock, you have a gastric clock pegged to local food availability, which seems to exist in order to forcibly override and reset the main circadian clock in extreme situations. The goal of the diet is to deliberately trigger that override at a time of your choosing without suffering too much shock in the process. Very clever. In a nutshell, you do an alternating pattern of feast days and fast days, with breakfast on the final feast day triggering the reset.

Long story short, it fucking worked, and I completely evaded the lag in both directions. Eastbound lag is supposed to be the worst kind, so I did the full version of the diet before the trip; on the backswing, I couldn't really be bothered to do it right (I was surrounded by delicious food), but the half-length version seems to have worked anyway.




Needless to say, pulling this off is a lot easier if you can actually sleep a little bit on the plane, and I think I can recommend this ridiculous-looking shit in good conscience; it worked far better for me than it looks like it should have, and was totally worth the dough. Also, spending as much time as possible outdoors on the first day seems to be a good plan, as does obeying the rules about caffeine (only between 3 and 5 PM) and alcohol (don't do it; presumably this also goes for weed).
roadrunnertwice: Me looking up at the camera, wearing big headphones and a striped shirt. (Default)
So I was never particularly great about keeping track of the money in my checking account, which means I overdrew every once in a while. I've got "bounce protection," but still, bad. The main issue, as I figure it, was that I was spending most of that money with my check card, which is a fantastic invention, but doesn't intrinsically carry any particular habit of keeping track (i.e. a check register) the way a checkbook does. For a good long while, I tried keeping the receipts in my wallet and syncing up with my check register later, but I always lost track, lost a few receipts, didn't get around to syncing, and ultimately threw everything out when my wallet thickness hit three inches. Useless and abusive. So using the lessons about remembering homework that I picked up during my last few years of undergrad, I came up with a Hack. It's fast as hell and has a very low brain-load. I love it.

Learn brainless accounting with Nick! )