Thursday, March 31, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
BANGKOK, 21 March 2011 (NNT) – Suphan Buri is found to be the province that people feel the happiest to live in while the paradise island of Phuket ends the chart, according to a recent survey by the Assumption University Research Center (ABAC Poll).
The poll’s Academic Network for Community Happiness Observation and Research (ANCHOR) conducted the survey with residents in all 77 provinces across the country from February to March 2011. They were asked which province they feel the most happy to live in.
The central province of Suphan Buri has the highest score of 7.83 points out of the full score of 10, followed by the central province of Uttaradit, the southern province of Phang-Nga, the central provinces of Sukhothai and Phetchabun with 7.66, 7.56, 7.50 and 7.44 points respectively.
The sixth to the tenth on the chart are the southern province of Satun, the northeastern province of Buri Ram, the central province of Phitsanulok, the eastern province of Sa Kaeo and the northern province of Phayao.
The last five provinces on the chart are Samut Songkhram, Krabi, Saraburi, Songkhla and Phuket with the score of 6.45, 6.41, 6.40, 6.32 and 5.64 points respectively.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Well, the 8th anniversary of Sadao Hash #1 came and went earlier this month without notice. Will we ever run there again? Maybe not unless SH3 or HH3 organize their own event, which somehow doesn't feel too likely. Anyhow, a couple memories from the archives. Ah Dannok . . . we knew you well.
Looking for the perfect souvenir? It's as easy as swiping anything you like from the guest rooms at the U House. The room door is a bit pricey at B10,000, never mind a little hard to transport. But how about a toilet lid for just B1000, or the whole toilet for a bargain B2500?
Sunday, March 13, 2011
New ice age: Speaking of kinder and gentler, the new icing policy has fully come into effect, now that Peppered Pussy, Roadrunner, and City Tits all seem to have finally gotten the message. No more water throwing at new runners and returning runners. (In fact one of yesterday's returnees, Yim Waan, even got to sit on a chair instead of the ice.) Sinners and hares are still subject to a good soaking. How about t-shirt recipients? Any policy decided yet?
Our tiny annual erection: Since this is now apparently the website of record for SH3, we should note that R2D2 was duly re-erected as GM. Several inactive posts were terminated (Whip, RA, etc.). Several other newly proposed positions (Asst. Beer Bitch, Event Master) remain empty, and no doubt will be handled on our usual ad hoc basis.
Blast from the past: Finally, Polepolisher sends us a 1991 article from the Bangkok Post on the Songkhla Hash, written by none other than ex-SH3 hasher Pub Stud. We won't bother reproducing the text, as it's the usual sort of bland hash PR for the unsuspecting public (please, nobody tell them about the satanic rituals we perform in the jungle). But it did include these two rather intriguing photos. Note the GM's remarkable hat -- do we need to revive that or what?! And note how nubile our harriettes were back then. We were going to do a "Then" and "Now" comparison but . . . ah well, never mind.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
We owe a debt of gratitude to Egghead, formerly Eggafi, coming out of the closet with his Every Woman's Encyclopedia, and showing us just how far we have strayed from the original values of this activity we practice every Saturday.
I know that I'm personally taking it to heart, and I hope you will see the results tomorrow. No distant, macho runsite like Punnakan Road. While I couldn't find any hedges or fences as Every Woman recommends, there are a number of ditches. The hills are moderate in number and height. The length -- well, a gentleman doesn't speak of such things, but suffice to say that it should well satisfy all appetites.
Hand Job has been provided with a recipe for scones, which I trust will take the place of the usual som tam, and we're hoping that the Beer Bitch can be persuaded to serve tea instead. We have a few light hymns ready to sing after the run, perhaps under the direction of Mr. Stick Insect. We eagerly hope for the long-awaited demonstration of Morris Dancing by Mr. Egghead. And, as dusk falls, we look forward to a magic lantern show by Mr. Ganyao, late of Singapura, on the subject of his recent journey to China. Having been some days in preparation, a splendid time is guaranteed for all.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
A cure for your spindly muscles, shrunken brain, enlarged heart, shriveled gonads and patchy, graying fur
. . . the mice that Dr. Tarnopolsky and his colleagues used lacked the primary mitochondrial repair mechanism, so they developed malfunctioning mitochondria early in their lives, as early as 3 months of age, the human equivalent of age 20. By the time they reached 8 months, or their early 60s in human terms, the animals were extremely frail and decrepit, with spindly muscles, shrunken brains, enlarged hearts, shriveled gonads and patchy, graying fur. Listless, they barely moved around their cages. All were dead before reaching a year of age.
Except the mice that exercised.
Half of the mice were allowed to run on a wheel for 45 minutes three times a week, beginning at 3 months. These rodent runners were required to maintain a fairly brisk pace, Dr. Tarnopolsky said: “It was about like a person running a 50- or 55-minute 10K.” The mice continued this regimen for five months.
At 8 months, when their sedentary lab mates were bald, frail and dying, the running rats remained youthful. They had full pelts of dark fur, no salt-and-pepper shadings. They also had maintained almost all of their muscle mass and brain volume. Their gonads were normal, as were their hearts. They could balance on narrow rods, the showoffs.But perhaps most remarkable, although they still harbored the mutation that should have affected mitochondrial repair, they had more mitochondria over all and far fewer with mutations than the sedentary mice had. At 1 year, none of the exercising mice had died of natural causes.