Good Sex = Good Memory

Good Sex = Good Memory

 Bad Sex = Longer Bad Memories

 How We Remember What We Remember

 

I was inspired by blog stories by Stella Marr http://secretlifeofamanhattancallgirl.wordpress.com/about/

 

            Her stories brought up a set of emotions that I thought I forgot forever. Although my stories are about different people and very different situations, they share the core elements: they are also honest to the bone, raw, gut-wrenching, real, and descriptive, to the point that you feel that foul alcohol breath straight through your computer monitor.

            I recently published my first book where I share my perspective about those things that influence people to do what we do. Our memories shape our lives, our actions, and our reactions to the conditions that resemble what we experienced some time in the past. From the moment of inception, we remember, consciously or subconsciously, everything we hear, smell, taste, touch, feel, and think about; we remember ideas and emotions, we remember it all, from birth to death. The reason some memories stay fresh for a month, a year, or for life, is because they were written using stronger and stronger emotions.

 

The following I copied from my book.

 

            In a way, emotions assign the tools with which the memories are recorded.

 

Special Memories Come with Keys, Like Charms on a Necklace

            In my early twenties, I fell in love. I was young and inexperienced in handling emotions. Although many years went by filling my memory banks with other experiences, I can still recall the sensations, the emotions, and the feelings I had back then. That relationship did not work out. And even though I have not seen her for decades, I still remember. The stronger the feelings, the longer the memory will last.

            I used to enjoy playing music, including five years of music school with classes at least three times a week, and tons of practice. After my graduation, I put the instrument in the closet, and when found it a year later, I could not play a single tune, even with the music sheets. So how is it that maybe 50 aggregate hours of sex during several months of relationship linger in my memory for several decades, while what I learned in over 1,500 hours of lessons over five years, vanished from the memory in less than a year?

            Why is it that every time I see a redhead, I remember the redheaded girl, my childhood friend? Actually, playing with her was more trouble than fun. To this day, I have no redheaded friends.

            Fear is another key—more powerful emotion than love, in terms of memorability. Although I’ve had my share of gruesome frightening memories, I would rather talk about the brain and memory by using pleasant experiences.

            Her skin was soft and velvety. Her scent, lightly sweet, with a hint of vanilla, reminded me of the scent of the hair of a toddler. Her eyes were dark, big, and deep as an ocean. We were kissing, cuddling and kissing some more. Our hands caressed each other’s skin, and it felt as though we didn’t have enough hands and enough fingers to touch and caress the entire body, all at the same time. Her lips kissed every spot on my body. Hot, moist and insatiable, they wanted more, and more, and more. At times, when I had my eyes closed, it felt as though I was in her lips, between them, as though I was within them, inside and out. We had to take short breaks from giving each other pleasure. When she kissed my hand, or arm, or leg, or stomach, that part would experience such intensity of sensation, it felt as though my heart moved in there. Sometimes it felt as though my heart was in my stomach or in my throat, or in my calf. She would start kissing and caressing that part, and after some time, that part of my body would get hot. I would start feeling my heartbeat in there. Then it would start throbbing with pleasurable sensations. The pleasure would increase to the point of becoming mixed with discomfort, to dull pain, to intense pain mixed with intense pleasure. When we stopped, it was only to catch some breath. Between the periods of cuddling, caressing and kissing, we would interlock our genitals for the dance of life, with the rhythm of the blinking star. Going inside her was not a treat, it was an ever-evolving journey, sometimes boisterous, rough, relentless, merciless, like the heavy storm waves pounding the rocky cliff; every time exploding, roaring with the raucous unbridled spirit. Sometimes it was a calm voyage with slow, warm, long waves running up the fine sand of a tropical beach, breaking up in tiny white bubbles, absorbed by the thirsty sand without a whisper. Oozing from the inside out, spouting from the outside in was the nectar of love, saturating, insisting, permeating, invading, remarkable, unstoppable. We relished in its tangy presence and let our bodies drink up the elixir of life.

            Sex, love making, it was not. It was beyond sexual gratification, beyond physical pleasures, beyond intimate closeness, beyond emotional fulfillment. They were voyages, not intercourse, not oral sex, not kissing. They were voyages; voyages into a different realm of existence, out of our bodies and into the unity, the boundless unity with everything. Not daily, not with any schedule, not with any kind of arrangements, these expeditions would start with a barely perceptible look in each other’s eyes, an unspoken understanding that it was time for another journey, a trip into the abyss of pleasure and mystery. Each trip had a life of its own. It would start seemingly on its own, and last for four, six, twelve hours, and one time, close to three full nights and three full days. It was only upon our arrival, that we could somehow get a grip on reality and time. During these trips, however, the notion of time seemed to disappear, and neither of us was even vaguely aware of the existence of time or the word “time” itself.

            My body would feel as though it was spreading into hers, as though I was dissolving in her, and she was dissolving into me. Our spirits and our bodies would become one, like water blends with milk. I knew every sensation she had, and she knew every sensation I had. We knew each other’s thoughts and feelings. When we looked into each other’s eyes, we were able to talk to each other without uttering a single word. This way, we talked about clouds, rain, water, jumping in the puddles, how we first rode a tricycle. She would tell me about flowers and dresses, and music and fire, and I would tell her about bridges and energy, and war and the planet. We were not talking per se, but communicating without words, without gestures, without signals. Wide varieties of new knowledge would just appear before us, within our reach, not requiring any effort to understand or share. We even played with each other by trading where we were. With just a momentary look into each other’s eyes, we could swap places; I would go into her world and into her body, and she into mine. Momentarily I would feel as though I was her, feeling the weight of my body pressing on her, the fullness of her breasts, her finger nails, her long and curly hair under my back, I felt my penis in her, the way it was pushing up and up and up, with every stroke rubbing by her heart reaching her throat.

            While being her, I saw bright and colorful fields of flowers; I was hopping on a cloud, and bathing nude in a pond, under the waterfall. I felt how the flow of water agreed with the curves of her body, and how her nipples hardened against the flow. While being me, she said that she was uncomfortable with my wider shoulders; that she felt like flexing the stronger arm muscles. She didn’t feel feminine with the larger feet, and my penis was sticking out and was getting in the way; she said it pulled her pubic skin and felt heavy and demanding.

            We both enjoyed playing this fun game, and we laughed and laughed. We could start it in a moment, and go back to our own selves just as fast.

            Sometimes we would venture out into the world of trees and rivers. We would be holding hands as we approached a big old tree, and then we’d hug it, pressing our chests and chins into the bark. A moment later we would become that tree, see its life, see how it goes to sleep in the winter, and how it wakes up in the spring. We felt the heat from forest fires, the tree’s thirst during droughts. Tapping the wisdom of the tree was unparalleled. To stand in one place, stand there no matter what, experiencing the world day after day, year after year for hundreds of years is an experience wide as the horizon, and as profound as the night sky. Nothing was puzzling; nothing was difficult. Everything had its place, except for time. We only thought about time upon our arrival to our ordinary selves. While we were traveling, the present was in the past, and the past was in the present, and the future was there, too. The present, past and future were one. It was confusing, and amusing, but only afterwards. While in there, it was pure bliss.

            I remember that her breath smelled like the breath of a baby after nursing: warm, sweet and contented. My hands remember the feel of her silky hair curls.

 

 

Why several decades later, do I still remember?

And why don’t I remember what I had for lunch yesterday?

 

 

            The brain has its own rules for remembering. It puts most of life experiences on the back burner, while keeping selective few perpetually hot. The more emotionally charged an experience, the longer we will remember it. Emotions accompany all of our experiences. The deeper our emotions during an event, the deeper it gets carved into the memory.

            The longevity of the message depends on how that message was recorded. A sand castle will stand until the next tide. “Wash me” on the hood of a dusty car will last until the first rain, or car wash. But deeply engraved in stone, “Bob was here” will last an eternity. Emotions assign value to every signal, every bit of information entering our consciousness. In a way, emotions assign the tools with which the memories are recorded.

            Low emotional value, and the message will dissipate like smoke in the air. Sitting in the company kitchen yesterday, eating something homemade, is what happens when the emotionally assigned value to my lunch was low. I remember only that I ate—and ate “something” I brought from home. What I brought from home I can’t remember. Why? Because my lunch was uneventful.

            Four days ago, on the weekend, I went with my son to get a burger and a cup of coffee. I like Starbucks regular coffee. A Starbucks was next to the burger place. Since I was inside the burger place, I thought, coffee is coffee is coffee, what’s the difference? After drinking the coffee I bought from that burger place, I had a headache until I went to bed. That’s the difference. I don’t remember anything about the burgers, but four days later, I remember the coffee because it was accompanied by physical discomfort, a headache.

            My emotions—being upset and disappointed—were involved. Will I remember this story a year from now? I doubt it for my emotions wrote the message by using a finger on the dust.

            However, that young love affair will probably stay with me for the rest of my life. At the time, the emotions were so strong the memories were recorded by chiseling them in stone.

 

This is the end of the excerpt from my book.

 

            As you can see, I’m not comparing my notes with Stella. She has her memories, I have mine, and you have yours. What I wanted to convey is that we all share the process of remembering. Rape victims, abused children, and soldiers suffer from PTSD. The Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is based on our memories. If we could find a way to select certain memories and make them less intrusive, less painful, less persistent, then people who survived the worst of what humans are capable of, then we can go on with our lives. Instead, people with PTSD are stuck, they are nailed to their memories.

            As they retell these stories, they relive, they re-experience the emotions, the sensations, the pain again, and again, and again. Soldiers do not like to talk about their nasty memories. Do you know why? Because it is unspeakably painful to re-live through that again.

            What Stella is doing is what soldiers with PTSD don’t want to do. She shares her memories and by doing so, she re-lives, re-experiences those events again, and again, and again. Do you think she’s become immune to the pain? No. She fights her pain so others may live.

 

Stella, our hats off to you.

 

Stay strong and stubborn,

 

Your friend, Alexander Nestoiter

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For tired, cold, or sweaty feet

For tired, cold, or sweaty feet

Building a foot pillow for you to stand on

         When feet are cold, or damp and cold, it is probably not enough blood is getting to them. It could be because of the footwear that restricts the foot movements and flexing, it could be because of too much sitting.

         Here is how to fix that. Construct a pillowcase, the size of a California King pillow. from two layers of unwashed denim, upholstery, or other very tough fabric. Put a zipper on the side and fill it with large 3-5″ river/pond rocks. In some places they are called Mexican Beach stone. They are rounded and smooth, with the largest being about size of a fist.

         Pack the pillowcase with these rocks tight and walk on it. The irregularity in the surface will make your feet bend and flex, something you cannot do otherwise because indoor and outdoor all walking surfaces are flat and smooth. In addition to letting your foot bend and flex, the rocks will press against the your bare feet under your weight. This pressure will be sufficient to reach deep enough into the muscle tissue and reach the reflexology points that are dispersed throughout the sole of your feet.

         Barefoot or with socks on, step in place or slowly dance to some music. If you do this several times a day, even for 5-10 at a time, your feet will come alive in about a week. Don’t force yourself to do this through pain. Pain, especially sharp pain, must be avoided. You can put 2-3-4 bath towels on top of your pillowcase with rocks to provide more cushioning for your feet, or simply wear two pairs of socks.

         This is a short version of the article about foot care and how to construct a foot pillow with rocks. Read other articles that provide more in-depth information on the subject. If you have question, leave a not, I will respond.

         Do something good for your feet and it will make them happy. In turn your feet will make you happy. Your feet and you are connected on many levels, remember that. When you make your feet happy, you will also be happy. Enjoy and let me know your progress.

Alexander Nestoiter, author of:

Incredible Ah-ha Moments: Ideas you won’t stop talking about

 

INCREDIBLE HUMAN EARS

incredible human ears

Here is an excerpt from my book showing some incredible statistics and information regarding the capabilities of human ears.
 
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On one end, your ears can pick up the mosquito’s buzzing from twenty feet away. On the other, your ears can comfortably distinguish sounds from a blasting stereo. Guess how many mosquitoes it would take to generate 50 watts of power?

This is interesting. Let me set the stage just right. Pretend you mailed out the invitations to every single mosquito in the city. You make the arrangements and get a permit to build a stage for the performing mosquitoes. As in commercial airlines, you assign minimal legroom. In other words, your guests will be shoulder-to-shoulder, back-to-back, like sardines in the can or airline passengers in coach. Now the RSVPs are back, and you realize that you need the stage the size of an average city block to accommodate those coming.

Can you picture how envious the Hollywood crowd would be? You are stealing away all the mosquitoes from the city. Who is going to watch their TV programs?

No one in Hollywood wants to be left in the dust. They organize fund-raisers, round up big-name celebrities, advertise like crazy, and manage to lure even more mosquitoes to buzz on their own stage that they built in the desert. The stage is the size of the city of Hollywood. Just imagine several square miles of mosquitoes packed like sardines in a can, shoulder-to-shoulder, back-to-back all buzzing at the same time. (And you thought five mosquitoes in your room was enough to kiss your beauty sleep good-bye!)

Let me cut to the chase. It would take a lot of mosquitoes to fill several square miles. Yet the power reaching your ear from a single mosquito is so small that you will need five stages, each the size of the entire state of California.

Now that all the performers have arrived and settled in their seats, you waive the baton. Let the buzzing begin.

Shoulder-to-shoulder, back-to-back, when 50 quadrillion (50,000,000,000,000,000) mosquitoes start buzzing on cue—they will generate 50 watts of power.

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Information below is from the Appendix showing all the calculations
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One quadrillionth of a watt is the sound energy from a single mosquito buzzing in the distance, barely perceptible by the ear.

One quadrillionth of a watt in math is recorded as follows: 1/1,000,000,000,000,000 watt

 

·      1 mosquito takes the seat 1/4″ x 1/4″ in size;

·      16 mosquitoes per square inch;

·      16 x 144 = 2,304 mosquitoes per square foot;

·      2304 x 9 = 20,736 mosquitoes per square yard;

·      20736 x 4,840 = 100,362,240 mosquitoes per square acre;

 

Because our numbers do not fit in the calculator, at this point I will divide 100,362,240 by 1,000,000 = 100.36224

Later, we will multiply by one million to arrive at the proper number.

 

100.36224 x 640 = 64,231.830000 mosquitoes per square mile. (times 1,000,000)

 

The state of California occupies 163,707 square miles;

 

64,231.830000 x 163,707 = 10,515,200,783.1mosquitoes in the state of California (times 1,000,000); 10,515,200,783.1 x 5 = 52,576,003,915.5 Mosquitoes in five states. Each state is the size of California. (times 1,000,000) or 52,576,003,915.5 x 1,000,000 = 52,576,003,915,500,000 then 52,576,003,915,500,000 / 1,000,000,000,000,000 = 52.5 Watts of music power.

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IF YOU DIE TOMORROW, WILL YOUR IDEAS, MEMORIES, AND DREAMS DIE WITH YOU?

If you die tomorrow, will your ideas, memories, and dreams die with you?

Getting a good life insurance policy is a good thing because it’s designed to provide financial help for the ones you love when you are gone. What no insurance policy provides is the continuity of life of that which you hold so dear: your thoughts, your ideas, your understanding of things, your secretes, your tragedies, your failures, your triumphs, all the things you are proud of, and all the things you are not proud of, your views about the world, your memories, and, of course, your dreams.

It does take some work on your part. But this work is more like a confession, than real work. It allows you remove that weight from your chest. You want to be free of that weight.

The best way (for your soul, for you to heal old wounds) is the longest: record on paper, handwriting (using calligraphy pens) what you hold dear to your heart. Another way is to get a digital voice recorder. As you drive to and from work, record your thoughts, ideas, memories, etc. Don’t try to polish or organize them just yet. Simply keep on recording until you fill the memory. Then transfer everything to a portable hard drive and keep it safely guarded.

When you record several hundred hours, find a company on the Internet (usually based in India) who will transcribe your recordings make computer documents from what you recorded digitally. Compared to an American-based company, those less. Once your recordings are converted from your voice to words on the screen, take a few days, alone, and organize them somewhat on a computer. Don’t try to fix grammatical errors or edit anything at this time.  Keep your recorder handy.

By reviewing and organizing your records, you will recall from memory additional details. Record them at once, before you forget them again. Keep on recording until you begin to repeat yourself often. At that time, organize everything by date and my subject matter. Don’t fuss over the small details. They are not as important as the content that you managed to extract from your memory. Do this by yourself. Don’t ask anyone to proofread it for you, or to give you feedback. This is not to showcase your writing skills. Keep several copies of computer data and at least two copies printed on paper, in different places.

Publish it or hide it in the safe, it’s your business. But when you finish this step, it’s like getting a new lease on life. You will begin to see opportunities in everything; you will become eager again; you will want to go outside and breathe the air. It is liberating. You need to protect the survivability of your personal intellectual capital.

When, in your present, you manage to address the future, the time where you will not be, then and only then, you, at last, can fully be present, in the here and now; at last you will be able to live in the present moment. The weight of the unaccomplished deeds and unsaid words will be no more. It’s big weight off your shoulders. You will walk taller; you will carry your chin higher; you will have lightness and confidence in your step. You will feel like a brand new person.

Enjoy the bliss.


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DO YOU KNOW ANYONE WITH A BABY OR YOUNG CHILD?

Do you know anyone with a baby or young child?

Do this very selfless activity: read to him, or her, a nice long book over many sittings, over many days.  Create an atmosphere without interruptions, with the book being the main focus point.  Don’t read while the child is eating or is about to fall asleep.  Over time, reading should become a special and treasured time.

Let me explain why I think it’s important.  Here is a logical progression of how we perceive life experiences.  Our memory works by association.  The first memories and experiences during the so-called formative years, are thus formative, for they assemble the form (shape) onto which we will assemble our experiences, understandings, and memories throughout life.

Like sponges, small babies and small children absorb everything they come in contact with.  If we fail to create positive, productive, and healthy first impressions, babies will, without doubt, absorb other experiences they encounter.  The goal is not only to preclude our children from encountering negative associations, we must also provide in abundance positive associations.

Children are depositories for all sorts of associations.  If we fail to provide healthy positive associations, children will fill their reservoirs, to the rim, with whatever is available to them, no matter what it is.  That is why it is imperative to underscore that in addition to precluding children from experiencing negative associations, we must fill their lives, to the rim, with positive associations.

When we place a child for three hours in front of TV or a game port, no matter what’s on TV, or what game is on, we rob that child from three hours of interaction with another child, or playing alone, or affection from parents, for example.

The term spending quality time with children was created for busy moms and dads who could only squeeze into their schedule two hours per week with their child.  Yes, those two hours were filled to the rim with various activities.  This means that the remaining 60 hours were filled, also to the rim, with whatever.  After time, the sheer volume of that “whatever” is going to become everything that the child compares his or her life to.

That, which is provided in abundance, will determine how this child, and later adult, will interpret and interact with his or her life.  What a child receives in abundance becomes that form (shape) onto which the rest of the child’s life will be assembled.

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DO YOU KNOW ANYONE WITH A BABY OR YOUNG CHILD?

Do you know anyone with a baby or young child?

Do this very selfless activity: read to him, or her, a nice long book over many sittings, over many days.  Create an atmosphere without interruptions, with the book being the main focus point.  Don’t read while the child is eating or is about to fall asleep.  Over time, reading should become a special and treasured time.

Let me explain why I think it’s important.  Here is a logical progression of how we perceive life experiences.  Our memory works by association.  The first memories and experiences during the so-called formative years, are thus formative, for they assemble the form (shape) onto which we will assemble our experiences, understandings, and memories throughout life.

Like sponges, small babies and small children absorb everything they come in contact with.  If we fail to create positive, productive, and healthy first impressions, babies will, without doubt, absorb other experiences they encounter.  The goal is not only to preclude our children from encountering negative associations, we must also provide in abundance positive associations.

Children are depositories for all sorts of associations.  If we fail to provide healthy positive associations, children will fill their reservoirs, to the rim, with whatever is available to them, no matter what it is.  That is why it is imperative to underscore that in addition to precluding children from experiencing negative associations, we must fill their lives, to the rim, with positive associations.

When we place a child for three hours in front of TV or a game port, no matter what’s on TV, or what game is on, we rob that child from three hours of interaction with another child, or playing alone, or affection from parents, for example.

The term spending quality time with children was created for busy moms and dads who could only squeeze into their schedule two hours per week with their child.  Yes, those two hours were filled to the rim with various activities.  This means that the remaining 60 hours were filled, also to the rim, with whatever.  After time, the sheer volume of that “whatever” is going to become everything that the child compares his or her life to.

That, which is provided in abundance, will determine how this child, and later adult, will interpret and interact with his or her life.  What a child receives in abundance becomes that form (shape) onto which the rest of the child’s life will be assembled.

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PTSD

PTSD

Question 10

Let’s talk about memory, more specifically about painful and persistent memories. Some memories, like PTSD, simply refuse to go away, and even with passing of time, they manage to haunt people. These memories remain vivid and fresh as though the events took place yesterday.

Do you happen to have a suggestion how to help people with such painful and persistent memory problems?

A.N.

            Yes, unfortunately, some people go through terrible life events and memories of these events remain fresh even with passing of time.  Some events people remember vividly no matter what they do.  Some people may experience the same physical and emotional pains in the present, like they did during the original event that may have taken place decades ago.  Severe emotional, mental, or physical trauma, like the trauma after battle, or the trauma after a violent incident, tend to stay fresh in the memory, no matter how much time has passed. Understandably, people are looking for ways to remember, but remember less vividly, so they can move on with their lives.

            I know that the current psychotherapy takes a long time and is often more bothersome than helpful. People go to shrinks who invite them to relive the memory episodes again and again in the hope that one day they will become immune to them.  First of all, people are reluctant to go to a shrink knowing full well what that session will entail.  Second, people are terrified and deeply bothered by their memories. Why anyone would voluntarily go through that experience again and again without a sliver of hope that their repeated suffering will subside?

            That’s just pure madness and torture. That’s the way I see it. Look, would you go to a doctor who will put your foot in a vise until bones start poking through the skin, in the hopes that one day this procedure will be less painful?  People are already suffering, why add more to that pain?

            Psychiatry makes a person overall less sensitive. I don’t know of any pills that would alter the response to the specific memory. You can turn the entire person numb, even indifferent, in order to suppress selected memories. But this will turn a person into a walking numb zombie, incapable of living full and productive life.

            Although this specific subject is not covered in this book, I am getting close to polishing my recommendations on what to do to make some memories less invasive, less stifling, less traumatic in life. If you someone is interested in this subject, let me know. This way, they will be the first to know when something becomes available.

            I don’t want people to have false hope, but at this point, I can tell you with some level of certainty, that the task is doable.  It takes a little time, perhaps several months.  And you may have guessed, it will require the use of the water pipe, or some similar equipment, as the main tool, and a set of techniques that are, for now, my “secret ingredients.”

            I’m looking for volunteers to take what I’ve created for a test drive. Remember, no pills, no therapy talking, no journals, no schedules.  About $20.00 for supplies and several hours for our first meeting. After that, we meet as needed, but mostly the person will learn to deal with his PTSD on his own, at home, or outside, or in his or her office. In a few months, I hope and pray, he or she will move on and have a full and productive life. And should the ugly surface again, the person will know what to do and will have the equipment to do it with, no mater where he or she is.

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GAS RELIEF, FUNNY TOPIC WITH SERIOUS RELIEF (ninja farts)

Gas relief, funny topic with serious relief

This article is intended to be read on a full stomach, after you’ve had your glass of wine with your dinner. Before you read any more, I summon your sense of humor to be here and now. If you are too serious, put this down and return when you have your happy face on.

  

Quiet, please!  I’m trying to fart.

Wait, did I just say that out loud?

 

From family, friends, the Internet, and our experience, we gradually learn different tricks to pass gas quietly when we are among other people. You will find many different distractions that are supposed to help you mask the noise when you want to break wind without being noticed. I have a different idea on this. I propose to make and use a small Patch Muffler that can finally let us fart in public and not be shamed for doing so. It removes the sound, not the smell. So, some consideration is in order.

 I’m going to get graphic here, so behave like adults and giggle only in the giggle-appropriate places.

 This is a “how-to” section.

Go in the bathroom stall and drop your underwear. Take two sheets of toilet paper. Fold it until your sheet is about three-fingers wide. From here, fold it again and place the center of the inner fold on your index or middle finger. Use your thumb to keep the patch on the finger. Your other hand is free, for now. Bend over, squat a little, and spread the butt cheek with that free hand. Slowly run the Patch as though you are wiping. The center of the fold should be near the center of your anus. Slight skin moisture there should slow down your slow-swiping motion. Do not force the patch to pass this point. Let it get stuck there in the butt hole. Release the patch and release the butt cheek. Your Patch Muffler is now installed.

Get dressed. When you feel your first one is coming, remember, it only removes the noise, not the bad smell. Be mindful of that. Otherwise, it’s a totally quiet experience.

A few details about the technical aspects of the Patch Muffler. It works only with soft and porous paper or fabric. Paper towels and napkins work. (If you try thin plastic or coated paper, you will create a megaphone.) By folding it a few times you build up the thickness of the material. Too thin, and it might get soggy fast from the perspiration down there (when you are working out) and might stop working as a muffler. Too much, and it will feel uncomfortable. This will take some experimentation and practice. If the skin in there is dry, apply a little moisture to it, or your Patch Muffler will move and dislodge and fall to the ground. You might not even feel it being gone. Don’t count your underwear to keep the Patch on your body. So, if it moves from where it’s supposed to be, there is a good chance it could fall from your pant leg or from under your skirt, whether you are wearing your panties or not.

 I think this is mostly for the guys because ladies already have a similar Patch Muffler when they wear their thongs. Ladies, in case you didn’t know about the Ninja qualities of your thongs, here is a tip. Bend over and squat slightly. With one free hand, pull on one butt cheek, while the other hand will press the thong string against the opening. Release the butt cheek. The fabric of the thong will dissipate the air silently. You will only feel a pleasant warm sensation when you let it out. (If the thong you have has a plastic or rubber cord for the string that goes between the butt cheeks, it will make you sound louder than a drunken sailor. Just saying.”

One more tip, if you are in a hurry to fart, but do not have the Patch Muffler installed, shove your hand in there and push the fabric of the underwear as deep as you can against the opening of the anus. Don’t forget to squat and pull one cheek with your free hand. It’s like having your underwear running up your butt. If it gets close enough to the opening, it will work as a muffler, if not, it will only feel uncomfortable.

 Experiment with the thickness and the size of the Patch you use. I think the preferred way is using enough thickness so you can feel that you have the Patch installed. Otherwise, if you cannot feel it, it’s easy to get confused whether you have one installed or not, and be overly confident when you shouldn’t…

If you need to poop, remove the Patch and drop in the toilet before settling down. After you clean yourself, install a fresh Patch.

 The rest is your personal preference to see what works best for you. Savor the moments when you are wearing your patch and can sit, stand, walk, and fart to your heart’s content even in the library. Even on the stage, behind a podium with sensitive microphones. (If you don’t tell your audience, they will never know what you were up to.)

 Breaking wind is not socially acceptable and a millions of people live their lives bloated. So, I encourage you to find a way to share this information with those you care about. You can pass it as a joke, or by “accident.” It doesn’t matter how, as long as people get the info. Once they got it, and got it on, you will see it in their new happy eyes. Without admitting as so, they will be eternally thankful to YOU. (After a week or two from the time you gave them the news, don’t be shy to ask for favors. It’s amazing what people would do for the one who holds their secrets…)

 For many people, bloating is a daily and painful reality. They stress over it. And the more they stress, the harder it is to relax. And they need to relax to let the air out. Because of stress, some people are unable to pass gas at all. Under stress the muscle in the anus, sphincter, may get so tight, some people are unable pass gas even when there is nobody around, even at night when they are sleeping. This bloating stretches the gut tubes and leads to weight gain. Just image the relief you will provide to these people, who get the urge to fart one or twice a month, but cannot, because they surrounded by other people. Imagine, with the Patch, they can do it, even in a room full of people, even when it’s so quiet you can hear a pin drop. Give this secret to your librarian, and see how your late charges disappear along with their sad faces; while they are working with their customers. (Shhhh, keep it down, we are in a library, for God sake.)

 Getting rid of farts is a serious business. Gas in your tummy makes you fat. All I can tell you here is that dieting does not work and it’s all about math and mechanics, not calories, or carbs, or exercising. But medical people will never admit to it, because they need your business. I’m an engineer. I come up with solutions; simple and practical.

 On this, I sign out with a sense of accomplishment, knowing that I’ve done my civic duty in informing the public about an important issue.

 Now it’s your turn, spread the word.

 

 Patch Muffler

P.M., don’t leave home without it.

 

Sincerely,

Alexander Nestoiter, author of:

Incredible Ah-Ha Moments: Ideas you won’t stop talking about


 

Posted by Incredible Ah-Ha Moments at 2/6/2012 4:07 PM | Add Comment
 
 

GAS RELIEF, FUNNY TOPIC WITH SERIOUS RELIEF (ninja farts)

Gas relief, funny topic with serious relief

This article is intended to be read on a full stomach, after you’ve had your glass of wine with your dinner. Before you read any more, I summon your sense of humor to be here and now. If you are too serious, put this down and return when you have your happy face on.

  

Quiet, please!  I’m trying to fart.

Wait, did I just say that out loud?

 

From family, friends, the Internet, and our experience, we gradually learn different tricks to pass gas quietly when we are among other people. You will find many different distractions that are supposed to help you mask the noise when you want to break wind without being noticed. I have a different idea on this. I propose to make and use a small Patch Muffler that can finally let us fart in public and not be shamed for doing so. It removes the sound, not the smell. So, some consideration is in order.

 I’m going to get graphic here, so behave like adults and giggle only in the giggle-appropriate places.

 This is a “how-to” section.

Go in the bathroom stall and drop your underwear. Take two sheets of toilet paper. Fold it until your sheet is about three-fingers wide. From here, fold it again and place the center of the inner fold on your index or middle finger. Use your thumb to keep the patch on the finger. Your other hand is free, for now. Bend over, squat a little, and spread the butt cheek with that free hand. Slowly run the Patch as though you are wiping. The center of the fold should be near the center of your anus. Slight skin moisture there should slow down your slow-swiping motion. Do not force the patch to pass this point. Let it get stuck there in the butt hole. Release the patch and release the butt cheek. Your Patch Muffler is now installed.

Get dressed. When you feel your first one is coming, remember, it only removes the noise, not the bad smell. Be mindful of that. Otherwise, it’s a totally quiet experience.

A few details about the technical aspects of the Patch Muffler. It works only with soft and porous paper or fabric. Paper towels and napkins work. (If you try thin plastic or coated paper, you will create a megaphone.) By folding it a few times you build up the thickness of the material. Too thin, and it might get soggy fast from the perspiration down there (when you are working out) and might stop working as a muffler. Too much, and it will feel uncomfortable. This will take some experimentation and practice. If the skin in there is dry, apply a little moisture to it, or your Patch Muffler will move and dislodge and fall to the ground. You might not even feel it being gone. Don’t count your underwear to keep the Patch on your body. So, if it moves from where it’s supposed to be, there is a good chance it could fall from your pant leg or from under your skirt, whether you are wearing your panties or not.

 I think this is mostly for the guys because ladies already have a similar Patch Muffler when they wear their thongs. Ladies, in case you didn’t know about the Ninja qualities of your thongs, here is a tip. Bend over and squat slightly. With one free hand, pull on one butt cheek, while the other hand will press the thong string against the opening. Release the butt cheek. The fabric of the thong will dissipate the air silently. You will only feel a pleasant warm sensation when you let it out. (If the thong you have has a plastic or rubber cord for the string that goes between the butt cheeks, it will make you sound louder than a drunken sailor. Just saying.”

One more tip, if you are in a hurry to fart, but do not have the Patch Muffler installed, shove your hand in there and push the fabric of the underwear as deep as you can against the opening of the anus. Don’t forget to squat and pull one cheek with your free hand. It’s like having your underwear running up your butt. If it gets close enough to the opening, it will work as a muffler, if not, it will only feel uncomfortable.

 Experiment with the thickness and the size of the Patch you use. I think the preferred way is using enough thickness so you can feel that you have the Patch installed. Otherwise, if you cannot feel it, it’s easy to get confused whether you have one installed or not, and be overly confident when you shouldn’t…

If you need to poop, remove the Patch and drop in the toilet before settling down. After you clean yourself, install a fresh Patch.

 The rest is your personal preference to see what works best for you. Savor the moments when you are wearing your patch and can sit, stand, walk, and fart to your heart’s content even in the library. Even on the stage, behind a podium with sensitive microphones. (If you don’t tell your audience, they will never know what you were up to.)

 Breaking wind is not socially acceptable and a millions of people live their lives bloated. So, I encourage you to find a way to share this information with those you care about. You can pass it as a joke, or by “accident.” It doesn’t matter how, as long as people get the info. Once they got it, and got it on, you will see it in their new happy eyes. Without admitting as so, they will be eternally thankful to YOU. (After a week or two from the time you gave them the news, don’t be shy to ask for favors. It’s amazing what people would do for the one who holds their secrets…)

 For many people, bloating is a daily and painful reality. They stress over it. And the more they stress, the harder it is to relax. And they need to relax to let the air out. Because of stress, some people are unable to pass gas at all. Under stress the muscle in the anus, sphincter, may get so tight, some people are unable pass gas even when there is nobody around, even at night when they are sleeping. This bloating stretches the gut tubes and leads to weight gain. Just image the relief you will provide to these people, who get the urge to fart one or twice a month, but cannot, because they surrounded by other people. Imagine, with the Patch, they can do it, even in a room full of people, even when it’s so quiet you can hear a pin drop. Give this secret to your librarian, and see how your late charges disappear along with their sad faces; while they are working with their customers. (Shhhh, keep it down, we are in a library, for God sake.)

 Getting rid of farts is a serious business. Gas in your tummy makes you fat. All I can tell you here is that dieting does not work and it’s all about math and mechanics, not calories, or carbs, or exercising. But medical people will never admit to it, because they need your business. I’m an engineer. I come up with solutions; simple and practical.

 On this, I sign out with a sense of accomplishment, knowing that I’ve done my civic duty in informing the public about an important issue.

 Now it’s your turn, spread the word.

 

 Patch Muffler

P.M., don’t leave home without it.

 

Sincerely,

Alexander Nestoiter, author of:

Incredible Ah-Ha Moments: Ideas you won’t stop talking about


 

Posted by Incredible Ah-Ha Moments at 2/6/2012 4:07 PM | Add Comment
 
 

Defang PTSD

Defang PTSD

Defang PTSD with Overabundance of Neutrality

            Recently I posted on Twitter inviting people with PTSD to volunteer for testing of some of my ideas. Even though I got not a single volunteer, people read that particular blog on PTSD in record numbers. I figured the topic must be important, but people were skeptical. Now, I can simply sit and wait until someone gets so desperate he or she will volunteer, looking for any sliver of hope. This may take a month, a year, or a decade, but during this time, most people with PTSD will be suffering from their persistent symptoms.

            I chose to go a different path. I will disclose my ideas publically, thus making them available for anyone to test.

            The “meat and potatoes” of my suggestions will be discussed shortly. For now, I want to discuss those elements that still tug at my consciousness for not addressing them better. Disclosing my ideas would also involve opening myself to either something big and nice or something big and very unpleasant. Why? Because I am putting forward something I have not yet tested. It may prove to be good, or it may prove to be bad. Without enough people testing it, nobody knows for sure.

            At this time, proper testing is simply not feasible without the resources needed to pull it off. If I could foretell the future, things would be different. But since I have no such magic powers, I make decisions based on today’s reality.

            What I offer doesn’t hurt, doesn’t cost much to do, and doesn’t require any one with expertise to help. It is simple and easy to do. My ideas are so basic you learned most of them when you started walking, when your parents taught you to put one foot in front of another.

           In my book and blogs, I suggest building a simple contraption where a 4-foot-long, ¾” galvanized steel water pipe that gets attached on top of two wooded blocks, about 3” above the floor. I would use three per side of 2-hole pipestrap ceiling support (see picture of the clamp.)  (Instructions on how to build the water pipe stand are at end of the blog.)

            This simple and inexpensive balancing pipe is all you need. It will work for many years.

 

Here is what you do:

  • At first, hold onto the wall or the back of a chair, as you stand on the water pipe.
  • Be sure to wear thick cotton socks
  • Raise your arms to your shoulder level, to the sides, and parallel to the floor. At first, you will be able to hold balance for 1-2 seconds at a time.
  • After about a week, gradually learn to stand without any support. Pretend that you are walking on a tightrope, and you need to keep balance.
  • Making steps across the pipe just so you would get on the other side is fun, but unnecessary. It is much harder to stand in one place and hold your balance
  • Then you will step off with one foot on the floor. This is normal.

IMPORTANT: Holding your balance for 3-4 seconds at a time takes a lot of practice. Don’t be discouraged. The seconds on the pipe, while you are holding your balance, are not as important as your WILL to get back on the pipe after you lost your balance.

            When soldiers are in training, they get exhausted from various physical exercises, but maintain that it is even harder mentally. It is the ability to maintain your cool, collected composure, not to respond to fear in the ordinary way. It is giving the training all you’ve got, without hold anything back, reaching deep down to find the strength to carry on.

 

Balancing

            The same is true about balancing on the water pipe. It looks fun, it is fun, yet it is built specifically to be challenging. And if you master the pipe, when something challenges you emotionally or memories of the nasty surface, kick off your shoes and climb on that water pipe. The more emotionally I get upset, the harder my willpower has to fight to put me on the pipe. Emotions are like a wild fire, they can go in all directions, with incredible speed and power.

            Holding your balance on the water pipe puts a chocker hold on your emotional wild fire. On the water pipe, you demand your emotions to submit to your will, to settle down. Emotions will fight back and keep you away from the pipe. Your willpower must be stronger than your negative or worrisome emotions in order to get back on the pipe, if only for a fraction of a second at a time. The more often you get on the pipe, the more calming it is for you and your emotions.

 

Bad Memories

            When it comes to helping you to take the edge off the nasty, there is there is a new approach. I come up with it and I call it “Overabundance of Neutrality.”  You dull your bad memories by sheer volume of neutrally charged moments.

            Those seconds when you stand on the pipe, they put your brain hemispheres in a temporary neutral state. Your physical demand for balance prevents one brain hemisphere to overpower another. Maintaining your physical body in balance MAKES the two halves of the brain work in equilibrium, in balance, with each other.

            If you, for example, spend one hour practicing with the water pipe, at first, you will probably spend only 10 minutes on top of the pipe, holding your balance. With additional practice, these 10 minutes will grow to 20 minutes, for every hour of practice. In a week, that’s 140 minutes your brain hemispheres worked in harmony with each other. Do this at least twice a day, like 30 and 30 minutes, plus during the episodes, if any.  Do this religiously, like clockwork, every day, over six months. No questions, not breaks, no excuses.

 

That which we do in abundance

Will determine the shape of our life

 

You need to drown your bad memories in the Overabundance of Neutrality. With time, your negative memories will lose their preeminent status. You will defang them with Overabundance of Neutrality. Their power will dissipate little by little, every time your feet are on top of that water pipe. Practice on schedule, by the clock, day after day, month after month, and you will see that your episodes will become less frequent, less traumatic, less out-of-control. In time you will overwhelm their power with the power of Overabundance of Neutrality.

            Now, what if you are not home and don’t have your water pipe around? I come up with a way to simulate the experience without the pipe. First find a spot where you can be alone. Imagine or draw a straight line on the floor. If your room is carpeted, draw a chair in a straight line on that carpet and the legs will leave four straight lines.

            With or without shoes, put your HEELS on that line and increase the distance between your feet. Imagine that you have either a fat magic marker or a highlighter. Now stay on your heels and raise your feet. You want to be able to pass that marker on the floor under the soles of your feet all the way until you reach your heels. (If this is difficult to do with the back foot, turn the foot out at 45 degrees, but keep the toes and the foot up, not touching the floor.)

            This posture makes it very difficult to hold your balance, because we take away the righting functions of the feet. Also, you are standing on only two sharp points, your heels. Your heels have to be on a centerline that separates your left and right sides of your body.

            Just like with the water pipe, at first, hold on to something. After a while, learn to maintain your balance for one, two, or three seconds at a time. I know this is challenging, but it does the job. Force your willpower to continue with this training, if only for 10 minutes. Away from home, it will be the most productive, the most calming 10 minutes.

            Try to do it in a secluded place, so you don’t have to deal with the stares and questions from other people. You have enough going on in your head as is.

 

            This is it, my friend. I’ve told you all I know. I’ve dealt with balance for about fifteen years. It is a mighty source for your body to heal itself. It is now time for you to put all this to the test. Please, oh please, don’t expect fast results. You have to overcome difficulties not with your strength, but with your perseverance and attention to the clock and the schedule. Can you find enough willpower in you to do this over several months?

            If you have one, continue with your treatment, and do this practice, without question, without fail, without excuses, for six months. Then, let the world know if this was a bunch of hooey or if this was success for Overabundance in Neutrality.

            I will take whatever response you provide, as long as it’s honest.

 

How to build your own water pipe 

1.     Clean the entire water pipe with rubbing alcohol a few times, as it is dirty when you get it from the store.

2.     Wrap a medium-heavy jute twine over the entire length of the pipe. Leave about 1-2 finger empty space between the loops. When wrapping keep, the string tight. As you reach the end, return the way you came in and lay another layer of loops on tope of the ones you just made. This will create diamond-shaped patterns in the wrapping.

3.     Secure the ends with hockey tape. (It is a cloth-based tape used to wrap the handles of hockey sticks and baseball bats. If you have a choice, get it white color.)

4.     Next step is messy. Make sure you cover your work area. Take traditional wood glue, like the Titebond or Elmer’s glue, and with a cheap paintbrush, brush the glue all over the pipe and the twine. Apply a thin coat or it will drip a lot and will take longer to dry. The glue will prevent the twine from shifting and also will make the twine a bit coarser to touch.

5.     Dry overnight.

6.     Wrap everything with hockey tape.

7.     Try to step on the pipe with your socks. Depending on the hockey tape you got, it may stick a little to the socks. In this case, with a dry paintbrush lightly spread some cornstarch over the pipe. This should reduce stickiness.

8.     If you contraption is used on top of new and thick carpet or rug, the wooden blocks may wobble side to side. So either build then like the inverted letter U (see pictures on my website of the one I have), or install four protruding legs (about ½” high) on the bottom of the blocks. The legs will reach the stable area under the carpet and keep the entire contraption from wobbling. See picture.

 

Now, while you were reading this article, did you catch yourself going through the isles of your hardware store? If you nod your had, I’m glad. 

This is a sign for you. Follow it

Godspeed to you!

Stay strong and stubborn.

Sincerely,

Alexander Nestoiter, author of:

Incredible Ah-ha Moments: Ideas you won’t stop talking about

 

Posted by Incredible Ah-Ha Moments at 2/15/2012 9:22 AM | Add Comment