Yesterday my energy levels seemed to have returned to what I have been used these last few weeks since increasing carbs, as I said mostly in the form of non starchy fruit. No sign of hypoglycemia. One late afternoon 2 weeks ago I had felt the effects of low blood sugar, but never since despite high carbs. Increased coconut oil just a bit. No signs of anything like temporary diabetes: no frequent urination, quite the contrary, no hunger really, and often a lasting feeling of satiety. I can conclude that the pasteur effect or the inhibition of glycolysis is taking place.
Not much reading apart from Anne Topham's memories of tutoring the Kaiser's only daughter Victoria Luise. Neues Palais, Sanssouci, the Wildpark, Potsdam winters. I can picture it easily from my frequent visits there. Sitting on one of the benches on the garden side, trying to make out where the schoolroom must have been, in relation to the emperors appartments, letting my gaze run along the long cheerful red brick façade, the innumerable statues, the woods, taking in the feeling of peace and almost perfect seclusion, I can with no trouble at all imagine horses, skating parties in the early snowless winter, the light carousing among the royal cousinage. Life at the New Palace must have been remembered by its last royal inhabitants chiefly as an exterior one, as one of approaches and relations to a whole that comprises several palaces and minor baulichkeiten cloaked in thick expanses of pleasant schrubbery. The mystery of the place is made by the unlikelyhood of it all: coming along the broad path from the Sanssouci palace one begins to make out far away the central part of something large and looming directly ahead topped by what seems to be an oxidised stahlhelm like cuppola, really the only incongruous note of the approaching ensemble. Yet it is only at the very end of the path that our view of it suddendly broadens and that were are able to take it in as a whole, the whole being a very large (fake) brick palace carelessly though most royally plopped in the middle of a clearing. The vastness of it is totally unannounced from the quaintness of the way there. One, as they used to say, chances upon it.
Such effects only 20 miles from Berlin are not to be neglected.
Not much reading apart from Anne Topham's memories of tutoring the Kaiser's only daughter Victoria Luise. Neues Palais, Sanssouci, the Wildpark, Potsdam winters. I can picture it easily from my frequent visits there. Sitting on one of the benches on the garden side, trying to make out where the schoolroom must have been, in relation to the emperors appartments, letting my gaze run along the long cheerful red brick façade, the innumerable statues, the woods, taking in the feeling of peace and almost perfect seclusion, I can with no trouble at all imagine horses, skating parties in the early snowless winter, the light carousing among the royal cousinage. Life at the New Palace must have been remembered by its last royal inhabitants chiefly as an exterior one, as one of approaches and relations to a whole that comprises several palaces and minor baulichkeiten cloaked in thick expanses of pleasant schrubbery. The mystery of the place is made by the unlikelyhood of it all: coming along the broad path from the Sanssouci palace one begins to make out far away the central part of something large and looming directly ahead topped by what seems to be an oxidised stahlhelm like cuppola, really the only incongruous note of the approaching ensemble. Yet it is only at the very end of the path that our view of it suddendly broadens and that were are able to take it in as a whole, the whole being a very large (fake) brick palace carelessly though most royally plopped in the middle of a clearing. The vastness of it is totally unannounced from the quaintness of the way there. One, as they used to say, chances upon it.
Such effects only 20 miles from Berlin are not to be neglected.
posted by Patrick S. at 3:04 AM
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Thomas Bernhard forever or whatever.
Good luck with future urinations!
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