COLLIN PIPRELL Generating realities, exploring them, losing the thread.

24Aug/102

Free snake oil!

Posted by Collin Piprell

Remember what I said last time about Bibi Bulambowitz and all things New Agey? Yeah, well. I have a confession.

It’s as though Stephen Hawking has admitted he uses a Ouija board to explore black holes. So shameful is this admission, in fact, that I wouldn’t post it here did I not know almost no one visits my blog anyway, and one of the regulars calls himself Osho. Are you ready for this? I drink a magic potion every morning before breakfast.

Here, I should refer you to an earlier blog installment (“Sons of the Undead: Lives of the Pre-dead Zombies”, 13 June 2010). And, just to follow up, I recently needed a medical certificate, and thought I’d ask the doctor to check my blood sugar again while she was at it. Just to see what was what, and make sure I was still much healthier than I ought to be. My blood, as it turned out, continued to resemble a pure mountain spring, my metabolism a sugar-processing dynamo. I believe she was disappointed. “Now, Mr. Piprell. This is good. But you should still watch your diet, okay?” I.e. cut down on bread, rice, pasta, potatoes—all the main food groups. Yeah, sure.

But to get back to my magic potion—how much does this explain my counter-intuitively clean blood? And how much does it call into question the efficacy of Bibi’s vitamin C cure for all ills respiratory? (That cold/flu never did win--see my last post.)

Hell, I’d might as well ’fess all the way up. This potion could account for the disappearance of what I’d decided was arthritis in two finger joints, the fading of a wee patch of psoriasis on my face, the fact I have no cancer I’m aware of, the absence of Basque terrorists in my garden, and my discovery of a 50-baht note in a book I’ve long meant to re-read.

What is this magic potion? … Whoa. Look at the time. I’ve got to run.

I’ll reveal all next time, okay? (Sara says I should patent it and we can finally buy that beach-house in Portugal, but some New Agey impulse tells me I must freely share this information with humankind. At the same time, I accept no liability whatsoever for Basques in your garden, terrorists or not, or for medical conditions that persist or, perhaps, even thrive on this supposed panacea.)

Wait. Did I mention my potion might also be an effective appetite suppressant?

22Aug/101

Linus Pauling and the Energy Vortex rool, OK!

Posted by Collin Piprell

The flu season is here.

I was coming down with a massive cold yesterday. The signs arrived the night before—a fluey muzziness, a cough, soreness in the chest. Past experience suggested I’d have a ripping head cold and sinusitis by morning, fever and a sore throat the next day, and a fine honking case of bronchitis to follow.

My old friend Bibi Bulambowitz is a vastly intelligent, worldly, emotionally volatile individual who has been living too close for too long to a notorious cosmic energy vortex and its attendant mob of New Agers. So I have to take her advice with a grain of salt (itself a New Age practice among ancient Romans). Anyway, she said she knows I’m a skeptic, and bone-headed to boot, but here’s what I should do. I should take 4,000mm of vitamin C every four hours for two days. And this vitamin C of which she spoke should include bioflavonoids. Why? She wasn’t sure, but I should trust her in this matter. And no, it doesn’t work better at the crossroads in the full of the moon, she told me in answer to my query.

Linus Pauling lives! But I wasn’t in the mood for flu/bronchitis/the whole shtick. A doctor would merely tell me to take some aspirin, drink a lot of fluids. Rest. And I’d still have bronchitis next month. So I thought what the heck, eh? I took 12 big tabs of vit. C (with bioflavonoids and stuff) yesterday, and another four upon rising this morning. And guess what? It worked. This malarkey got right past my skeptical defenses, I’m embarrassed to say, and cured me.

I don’t feel really excellent, something I rarely do anyway. But I have no head cold, no more sinusitis than your average Bangkokian experiences every day of his life. My chest feels normal. Prognosis generally positive, in fact, except now I can find no justification for goofing off for a day or two. The down side of health.

What’s that? Oh, yeah.

Sara has just reminded me of a recent lecture I gave her on the placebo effect, when she was taking capsules full of some green powder that a colleague had dealt her, claiming this would cure the common cold, prevent osteoporosis, and generally keep her motor humming to a ripe old age.

Yeah, but, I tell her. This is different. It works. Don’t ask me how.

Bibi really knows her placebos, says Sara.

What’s a bioflavonoid?