Water is the Best of All Things

A man dying his hair is a sign of sexual perversion.
-Quentin Crisp, who frequently dyed his hair
as heard in the 1975 film
'A Naked Civil Servant'

I was sent this excerpt of an article by my friend, Monty Ng, in Bangkok, Thailand in late April 2009. I thought it had some significance, so I am sharing it today:

It is popular in Japan today to drink water immediately after waking up every morning. Furthermore, scientific tests have proven its value.

For old and serious diseases as well as modern illnesses the water treatment had been found successful by a Japanese medical society as a 100% cure for the following diseases: Headache, body ache, heart system, arthritis, fast heart beat, TB, meningitis, kidney and urine diseases, vomiting, gastritis, diarrhea, piles, diabetes, constipation, all eye diseases, womb, cancer and menstrual disorders, ear nose and throat diseases.

METHOD OF TREATMENT
As you wake up in the morning before brushing teeth, drink 4 x 160ml glasses of water

Brush and clean the mouth but do not eat or drink anything for 45 minutes

After 45 minutes you may eat and drink as normal.

After 15 minutes of breakfast, lunch and dinner do not eat or drink anything for 2 hours

Those who are old or sick and are unable to drink 4 glasses of water at the beginning may commence by taking little water and gradually increase it to 4 glasses per day.

The above method of treatment will cure diseases of the sick and others can enjoy a healthy life.

The Chinese and Japanese drink hot tea with their meals, not cold water. Maybe it is time we adopt their drinking habit while eating! There is nothing to lose, everything to gain.

For those who like to drink cold water, this article is applicable to you.
It is nice to have a cup of cold drink after a meal. However, the cold water will solidify the oily stuff that you have just consumed. It will slow down the digestion.

Twenty-five years ago today:

September 29, 1984
Saturday

I took my bike out for a ride to mom’s and had some Honey-Nut Cheerios. I played with Ashley for a while when Suzy Miller called. She knew if I wasn’t at my townhouse I would be at mom and dad’s house.
“Hi, I wanted to see if you wanted to go to Ole’s today,” Suzy suggested nonchalantly.
“Hmmm, sounds like a good idea.”
“I’m going with Mike,” she said, referring to her brother.
“I’m going to take a rain check because I had just finished eating.”

I left by 10:30AM on my bike en route for the Fruitvale BART station. I went to JEFCO Jewelry Store to visit Ron Shelly. I tried on a few rings. There was one that I really liked for only $500 plus. I am interested but I better be ‘for REAL’!
Ron has a fun, subtle sense of humor.
“Yeah, Ryan and I are renting a car the last week of October,” Ron said as he proceeded to display a bike pendant charm and a baby carriage charm.
“That sounds like fun,” I said.
“Yeah, but Ryan has been getting uptight. He keeps mentioning having kids together. Ryan can’t seem to get pregnant,” Ron said with a quick flash smile.

By 12:30PM I was at 2997 California Street. I rang the buzzer but Bobbie Renbarger was not at home. I was disappointed. Oh well.

I rode to a nearby liquor store to replenish with liquids. I munched on an apple and downed a 7-up soft drink. I enjoyed it at the Duboce Park that I happened to stumble upon.

Then I cycled over to Café San Marcos, thinking Bobbie Renbarger might be there. There is a little balcony overlooking the area. I was in this balcony area where I met a fellow named John who was from Santa Clara, CA.
“I’m waiting for someone from Los Gatos,” John said.
I just nodded, making harmless small talk. I had two madras cocktails and then left the joint.

I went to BUCK’s menswear, a little shop nearby. I tried on a pair of pants and saw other things that I wanted. I knew I could not afford to buy them.

I went to the liquor store again for a Hawaiian Punch. I enjoyed that at the Duboce Park. I was so thirsty.

Thereafter, I cycled over to Golden Gate Park and went around the so-called velodrome about twenty times. What a thrill ride! It started to become boring and repetitious.

I soon headed out to the Civic Center BART station. It was not long before I was back at mom’s house (five o’clock) enjoying some fresh squeezed juice and pizza.

I went to my place at around 6pm. Frank called. I agreed to pick him up at the Fruitvale BART station at around 6:30pm. He’s coming from Hayward (or HayWierd I should say).

I took a quick shower and cleaned up the place a bit. I drove to the Fruitvale BART station and there he was, standing around. I almost didn’t recognize him. I remember that he told me that Tammy Duhr had dyed her hair black. He forgot to mention that he also dyed his hair black! It was pitch black! I thought it looked horrible and I told him so.
“Well, it does wash out eventually,” Frank said with slight disappointment in his eyes.
“Well, I hope so,” I said.

Then again, maybe it will just take a while to get used to. I just hate the way he combs it back like a wannabe Mexican dude. He is Portuguese. Why does he want to portray an image of someone that he is not?

I stopped at a Convenient store for a bottle of wine and 7-Up. We drank at my house and watched a couple of situation comedies. We relaxed. I looked through my Spiegel Catalog for Christmas shopping ideas.

Michael Miller telephoned twice.
“So, when are you moving in?” I asked.
“You know, I’m all for it,” Michael said.
We didn’t talk long but it sounds like Michael Miller will be my new roommate.

“It sounds like you really care for him,” Frank said, trying to dig for information.
“I do,” I replied, “He’s sick right now. He hurt his finger on a conveyor belt at United Parcel Service recently.”

I decided to open up to Frank about some things, so I told him about Chris Cordellos not spending the night with me at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel. Frank’s response could not have been better: “What a low life!”

Frank and I slept together in my bed. That’s all we did: merely slept.

The next morning:

“You moved around all night,” Frank said.
“I know, I had trouble sleeping,” I said, “I’m used to having all of the room in my entire bed and I couldn’t sprawl out all over the place.”
Frank laughed.
“It’s okay. I slept well last night.”

Frank is thinking of moving to Los Angeles in a few weeks. I wish him luck on whatever he decides to do. I just hope he lets his real hair color return. He looks so much better with the light brown hair and blond glistening highlights.