Iodine for the I in IQ

Since I used to find time to write about something relevant to social issues, health, progress, politics, history and other stuff that actually made people think I’m smart and sensible, I’m taking another shot at it with this recent NY article regarding Iodine and International IQ.

The article begins its discussion of the ingredient’s significance by mentioning Valentina Sivryukova’s success in Kazakhstan in trying to raise public awareness regarding the benefits of using iodized salt. Ms. Sivryukova is the president of the National Confederation of Kazakh Charities.

Proof of this is the fact that only 29 percent of its households used iodized salt in 1999 compared to the current figure of 94 percent. This, even though it’s still considered a developing nation, shows that public health can be achieved with the proper initiative and support.

The rest of the article then talks about the advantages of iodine, global awareness on the issue, current situations in other countries regarding and international drives to eliminate iodine deficiency. I guess the one that pretty much caught my attention was a fact there stating that iodine deficiency lowers intelligence by 10 to 15 I.Q. points!

If I recall it right, FVR initiated a similar campaign during his term as president. I’m pretty curious at how it actually affected the national I.Q. What I keep on seeing in international intellectual ratings and evaluations are hardly encouraging. Examples of this are the continuous plunging of the quality of local universities in Asiaweek’s ratings and another international study on grade school intelligence placing the filipino kid somewhere among the last on the list of asian countries.

And I haven’t even talked about other IQ-related factors such as budget allocation on and policy making affecting education and academic research, and poverty reduction.

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Quotable Quotes: As Good As It Gets (1997) – II

I split the quotes for the movie into two entries because I figured out that maybe it got to be pretty boring reading all those lines in one blog entry alone. In any case, here’s the continuation again from IMDB:

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Melvin Udall: People who talk in metaphors oughta shampoo my crotch.

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Simon Bishop: Thank you, Melvin. You overwhelm me.
[pauses]
Simon Bishop: I love you.
Melvin Udall: I tell you, buddy… I’d be the luckiest man alive if that did it for me.

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Melvin Udall: I’m drowning here, and you’re describing the water!

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Carol: Do you want to dance?
Melvin Udall: I’ve been thinking about that for a while.
Carol: [standing up] Well?
Melvin Udall: No.

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Melvin Udall: Judging from your eyes, I’d say you were fifty.
Carol: Judging from your eyes, I’d say you were kind, so so much for eyes.

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Simon Bishop: If you stare at someone long enough, you discover their humanity.

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Receptionist: How do you write women so well?
Melvin Udall: I think of a man, and I take away reason and accountability.

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Simon Bishop: The best thing you have going for you is your willingness to humiliate yourself.

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Melvin Udall: Can I ask you a personal question?
Simon Bishop: Sure.
Melvin Udall: You ever get an erection over a woman?
Simon Bishop: Melvin…
Melvin Udall: I mean, wouldn’t your life be easier if you weren’t…
Simon Bishop: You consider your life easy?
[pause]
Melvin Udall: All right, I give you that one.

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Melvin Udall: I can’t do this without you. I’m afraid he might pull the stiff one-eye on me.

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Melvin Udall: I can’t get back to my old life. She’s evicted me from my life!
Simon Bishop: Did you really like it all that much?

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[to Dr. Bettes, Spencer’s wonderful new doctor]
Carol Connelly: Can we get you anything else? Water, coffee, couple of female slaves?

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Dr. Martin Bettes: My wife is Melvin Udall’s publisher. She said that I was to take excellent care of this little guy because you are urgently needed back at work. What kind of work do you do?
Carol Connelly: I’m a waitress.
Beverly Connelly: In Manhattan.

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Melvin Udall: You’re a disgrace to depression.

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Simon Bishop: Rot in hell, Melvin!
Melvin Udall: No need to stop being a lady. Quit worryin! You’ll be back on your knees in no time!

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Carol Connelly: How are you?
Simon Bishop: Don’t ask. I’m tired of my own complaints. I need to get some new thoughts.
Carol Connelly: Why? What are you thinking about now?
Simon Bishop: How to die, mostly.
Carol Connelly: To think that in our little mix you’re the good roommate.

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Carol Connelly: Why can’t I have a normal boyfriend? Just a regular boyfriend, one that doesn’t go nuts on me!
Beverly Connelly: Everybody wants that, dear. It doesn’t exist.

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Frank Sachs: Can you drive him?
Melvin Udall: Think white, and get serious!

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Melvin Udall: I’ve got Jews at my table.
Carol Connelly: It’s not your table, behave! This once, you can sit at someone else’s station.
[all the other waitresses gasp]
Carol Connelly: Or you can wait your turn.

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Melvin Udall: Police! Donut-munching morons, HELP ME! HELP ME!
Frank Sachs: Shh!
Melvin Udall: Assault and Battery – and you’re black!

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Simon Bishop: Lucky for you… you’re here for rock-bottom. You absolute horror of a human being.

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Simon Bishop: Verdell. What’s wrong? You miss the tough guy?
[imitating Melvin]
Simon Bishop: Well, here I am, sweetheart! Happy to see me, you little pissant mop? How ’bout another ride down the chute?

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[Melvin enters the restaurant in his suit]
Carol Connelly: You look so se-… um, you look great.

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Melvin Udall: I’m dying here.
Simon Bishop: Because you love her.
Melvin Udall: No! And you people are supposed to be sensitive and sharp?

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Simon Bishop: Melvin, do you know where you’re lucky? You know who you want.

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[crying and laughing at the same time]
Melvin Udall: Over a dog! Over an ugly dog!

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Melvin Udall: Did you have sex with her?
[Carol comes out of the bathroom]
Melvin Udall: Oh, sorry. I didn’t know she was here. Did you have sex with her?

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[dumping Verdell down the garbage chute]
Melvin Udall: This is New York, pal. If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere!

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Melvin Udall: Oh, you were talking about your dog. I thought you were referring to that colored man inside your apartment.
Simon Bishop: Uh, what color would that be?
Melvin Udall: Like uh, like thick MO-lasses.

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Melvin Udall: As long as you keep your work zipped up around me, I don’t give a rat-crap what or where you shove your show. Are we done being neighbors for now?

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Melvin Udall: How much more you got to eat? Appetites aren’t as big as your noses, huh?

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Melvin Udall: Just what the world needs, another actress.

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[after Carol arrives at Melvin’s apartment in the middle of the night]
Carol Connelly: I’m not going to sleep with you! I will never sleep with you, never, ever! Not ever!
Melvin Udall: Well, I’m sorry, but… we don’t
open for the “no sex oaths” until 9am.

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Carol: A compliment is something nice about somebody else.

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Carol: Is it a secret what you’re doing here?
Melvin Udall: I had to see you.
Carol: Because?
Melvin Udall: It relaxes me. I’d feel better sitting outside your apartment on the curb than any other place I can think of or imagine.

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Melvin Udall: I don’t get this place. They make me buy a new outfit and let you in a housedress. I don’t get it.

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[last lines]
Melvin Udall: Want something?
Carol: Warm rolls.

Quotable Quotes: As Good As It Gets (1997) – I

I actually started out posting a quotable quotes entry sometime before alluded to Darkwing Duck. This time, I thought it worthwhile to post something in the same spirit about one of the few movies I actually enjoyed.

As Good As It Gets is fraught with quotes, mostly wisecracks, that it’d be just wrong for me not to post them here. Jack Nicholson’s sterling portrayal of Melvin Udall and Helen Hunt’s excellent enactment of Carol Connelly more than justifies their Best Actor and Best Actress awards at the Oscars in the year of the Titanic phenomenon.

The refreshing alternative to the fad on the ocean liner’s tragedy was more than a welcome for invitation for me that time. Titanic was just too much then. The sound track’s drumming my ears anywhere I go-malls, public transportation sounds, local radio stations, etc. All buses I take on the way to school show pirated versions of it during a time when constructions of the skyway and the mrt were responsible for mammoth traffic on the roads.

Add Greg Kinnear’s characterization of Simon Bishop and seeing the movie was pretty much fun for me. So without further ado, here are some of the quotes from IMDB.

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Simon Bishop: You’re why cavemen chiseled on walls.

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Carol: Come on in, and try not to ruin everything by being you.
Melvin Udall: Maybe we could live *without* the wisecracks.
Carol: Maybe we could.

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Carol: OK, we all have these terrible stories to get over, and you-…
Melvin Udall: It’s not true. Some have great stories, pretty stories that take place at lakes with boats and friends and noodle salad. Just no one in this car. But, a lot of people, that’s their story. Good times, noodle salad. What makes it so hard is not that you had it bad, but that you’re that pissed that so many others had it good.

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Carol: Have you ever let a romantic moment make you do something that you knew was stupid?

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Frank Sachs: I grew up in hell! My grandmother has more attitude than you!

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Frank Sachs: If there’s a mental health organization that raises money for people like you, be sure to let me know.
Melvin Udall: Last word freak.

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[to Verdell the dog]
Melvin Udall: Don’t be like me. Don’t you be like me!

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Melvin Udall: I’ve got a really great compliment for you, and it’s true.
Carol Connelly: I’m so afraid you’re about to say something awful.
Melvin Udall: Don’t be pessimistic, it’s not your style. Okay, here I go: Clearly, a mistake. I’ve got this, what – ailment? My doctor, a shrink that I used to go to all the time, he says that in fifty or sixty percent of the cases, a pill really helps. I *hate* pills, very dangerous thing, pills. Hate. I’m using the word “hate” here, about pills. Hate. My compliment is, that night when you came over and told me that you would never… well, you were there, you know what you said. Well, my compliment to you is, the next morning, I started taking the pills.
Carol Connelly: I don’t quite get how that’s a compliment for me.
Melvin Udall: You make me want to be a better man.
Carol Connelly: …That’s maybe the best compliment of my life.
Melvin Udall: Well, maybe I overshot a little, because I was aiming at just enough to keep you from walking out.

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[after telling Carol that he thinks she’s the greatest woman on Earth]
Melvin Udall: Is that something that’s bad for you to be around, for you?
Carol Connelly: No.

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Melvin Udall: [introducing Carol to Simon] Carol the waitress, Simon the fag.

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Carol: When you first entered the restaurant, I thought you were handsome… and then, of course, you spoke.

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Carol Connelly: Do you have any control over how creepy you allow yourself to get?
Melvin Udall: Yes I do, as a matter of fact. And to prove it, I have not gotten personal, and you have.

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Carol: Fucking H.M.O. bastard pieces of shit!
Beverly Connelly: Carol!
Carol: Sorry.
Dr. Martin Bettes: It’s okay. Actually, I think that’s their technical name.

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[to a group of depressed psychiatric patients]
Melvin Udall: What if this is as good as it gets?

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Melvin Udall: I might be the only person on the face of the earth that knows you’re the greatest woman on earth. I might be the only one who appreciates how amazing you are in every single thing that you do, and how you are with Spencer, “Spence,” and in every single thought that you have, and how you say what you mean, and how you almost always mean something that’s all about being straight and good. I think most people miss that about you, and I watch them, wondering how they can watch you bring their food, and clear their tables and never get that they just met the greatest woman alive. And the fact that I get it makes me feel good, about me.

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Melvin Udall: Never, never, interrupt me, okay? Not if there’s a fire, not even if you hear the sound of a thud from my home and one week later there’s a smell coming from there that can only be a decaying human body and you have to hold a hanky to your face because the stench is so thick that you think you’re going to faint. Even then, don’t come knocking. Or, if it’s election night, and you’re excited and you wanna celebrate because some fudgepacker that you date has been elected the first queer president of the United States and he’s going to have you down to Camp David, and you want someone to share the moment with. Even then, don’t knock. Not on this door. Not for ANY reason. Do you get me, sweetheart?
Simon Bishop: [clears his throat] Uhm, yes. It’s not a… subtle point that you’re making.
Melvin Udall: Okay then.
[Shuts door in Simon’s face]

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[Sitting in the bar after Carol storms out]
Melvin Udall: Well, it’s not right to go into details, I got nervous. I screwed up, I said the wrong thing… Where if I hadn’t, I could be in bed right now with a woman who, if you make her laugh, you got a life. Instead I’m here with you
[gestures to bartender]
Melvin Udall: . No offense, but a moron pushing the last legal drug.

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Melvin Udall: How can you diagnose someone with an obsessive compulsive disorder, then act like I have some choice about barging in here?

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Melvin Udall: Where do they teach you to talk like this? In some Panama City “Sailor wanna hump-hump” bar, or is it getaway day and your last shot at his whiskey? Sell crazy someplace else, we’re all stocked up here.

To be continued…

Well, Well, Whadayaknow

Just when I thought I wouldn’t stuff another stream of texts here, I end up writing something. Actually I was just busy passing the day, reading stuff I penned previously.

So what happened? As a lot of you already know, my father-in-law passed away last month prior to which cancer pressed against him. That was more than enough stress. (I don’t even want to open my next credit card bill even for a slight peek. Incidentally that credit card with the biggest dent happens to be the same credit card I should’ve closed roughly a month after I posted the previous blog entry here.) It was more than enough to keep me away from this blog when I should’ve talked about my daughter’s birthday, my own birthday, a whole lot of social issues and an even greater deal of insights on a wider plain of topics.

I’ll write about them though. How soon we’ll see. I’ll have to agree with Lei that ideas in your head tend to become stale when you don’t put them into writing.* And before anything else, I’d like to thank those who expressed their condolences to our family for what happened… or some other bullshit to that effect, (just when you thought I was starting to sound generic, huh!)

* People who know me know that I put links when I mention someone. Well strangely, I don’t know her blog. Sure I can look for it but I’m pretty lazy to pull off a search like I usually do when I was hifi’s resident linksman.

Please do me a favor then. If you happen to know Lei’s blog, please post it in a comment here. Comments here don’t allow HTML so the plain URL would do. When I get the time to actually hone and use my PHP and MySQL geekery, I’ll relocate my ramblings to where comments can accomodate at least links and where there’s an easilly accessible sidebar for links to other blogs, sites. Are you reading this 360 hotshots?!!