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My farts

Unlike the Temptations that sang about - I got sunshine on a cloudy day... in the title song 'My Girl', I do not have any fancy lyrics.  But my readers can hum along.. not sure why they would be here reading about my 'gut reactions' in the first place but hey if they are for some perverse reasons I ought to at least put a spin on it.

The title was however prompted by my amazing ability to release methane on a regular basis and contribute in small part to the overall warm feeling we get.  With or without sunshine.  Global warming here I come.

No seriously - I just finished reading one of my favorite authors' latest rendering.  Bill Bryson's 'The Body'.

It turns out our body is mostly microbes.  By the number of unique DNA that one would find in an average human there are more of these little guys than human DNA.  By weight they contribute about 3 lbs in mass (same as an average brain).  Hmm.

These help us with all kinds of things that makes us human including digest all the crap we stuff in our face.  Cuz they live in large quantities in our gut.

And help create methane.  Which we all release - some of us more and some less.  In that we are one.  Our gut is like a giant and reliable release management office.  RMO.

We need something in this fragmented world of ours to unite us and methane releases can be a thing.  If only the bops subscribe to it.  There can be methane credits to add to the plethora of trading vehicles we already got.

But I actually think one can learn a lot from these odors in terms of what one might have had for dinner the day before - sort of like an oenophile waxing pedantic about a varietal.  A certain odor can be indicative of a major outbreak.  Medicine could move ahead with fancy silicon valley tech that can monitor world health by installing a jillion sensors on trains, planes and airports.

Get the wrong whiff and wham - shut down an airport and test everyone.  Solved.

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