While still reading Daniel Defoe 's book A Journal of the Plague Year, I already had my thoughts on other subjects to occupy myself with while in quarantine.
I could go through my pantry and calculate the caloric value of all the food I have in stock to see how long it would last me. According to DHS (I guess department of homeland security) I should be prepared to survive off-grid for at least two months with as long as six months without power.
Dietary Guidelines for Americans suggest Carbohydrates: 45–65% of calories, Fat: 25–35% of calories, Protein: 10–30% of calories.
Let’s take the low end of carbs 45%, high end of proteins, 30%, and 25% fat. So. So, I got stuck on carbs part. Rice. 100g or rice contains 111 calories, so that would make 1kg or rice 1110 calories. Da fuq? Recommended daily calorie intake is 2,000 calories a day for women and 2,500 for men. So, you’re telling me to survive on rice only I’d have to eat at least 2 Kg per day. I can barely manage to cook a cup of rice, where’s that 2 kg fit. Shit. I only have 10kg of rice in the pantry. That means I am goanna start starving within a couple of weeks if SHTF. Is my math wrong?
Ok, better go to the next thought, or else I''ll end up on a panic rice buying rampage…
I could do something productive regarding this site. Update/add some vintage celebs to the database, at least those names that are constantly popping up in the searches.
I could start working on the new version of
nudography’s android app. I see a few people use it regularly. But then again, it is not really profitable, in almost three years since its release, I haven’t got a single feedback, let alone donation to keep working on it.
Speaking of profitable, another thought/word that caught my attention while reading Daniel Defoe's book A Journal of the Plague Year, meditation.
A paragraph from the book
I cannot say but that now I began to faint in my resolutions; my heart failed me very much,- and sorely I repented of my rashness, when I had been out, and met with such terrible things as these I have talked of; I say I repented my rashness in venturing to abide in town wished often that I had not taken upon me, to stay, but had gone away with my brother and his family.
Terrified by those frightful objects, I would retire home sometimes, and resolve to go out no more, and perhaps I would keep those resolutions for three or four days, which time I spent in the most serious thankfulness for my preservation, and the preservation of my family, and the constant confession of my sins, giving myself up to God every day, and applying to him with fasting, humiliation, and meditation. Such intervals as I had, I employed in reading books, and in writing down my memorandums of what occurred to me every day, and out of which, afterwards, I took most of this work, as it relates to my observations without doors. What I wrote of my private meditations I reserve for private use, and desire it may not be made public on any account whatever
I also wrote other meditations upon divine subjects, such as occurred to me at that time, and were profitable to myself, but not fit for any other view, and therefore I say no more of that.
I was curious what he meant by meditation he was writing about. The author is a Christian from 17th century, must be something different than how I perceive meditation, so I had to look it up…
I did a quick search at
Mr. Skin for nude scenes involving meditation. Not that many, so here’s
Ludivine Sagnier from The Young Pope, what it looks like traying to get in touch with God.
