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All about Carpe Genome

This post falls under the category CARPE GENOME. Latest news about the novel as the novel develops. Also find under this category the novel’s epilogue, how the novel is structured, a copy of the novel’s introduction, foreword. Check back as the novel develops for all news, views, truths, DOs. Don’ts, character and plot how, wow, here there, coming, going, whatever is abut the story but, not part of the story.

chatGPT is going to help me write this book. Here is an example of a profitable, time and effort wise, use of this most fragrant, smell wise, appeals of chatGPT.

Here comes the set up. I predict that anyone who deals with writing to any degree will find this useful at some point. Or some hundreds of points.

In the novel a lot of action occurs in urgent care centers, hospitals, doctor offices, etc. I need to know how urgent care centers run. So I ask chatGPT simply how are urgent care centers run and include business philosophies, rules of the business, example action e.g. I am currently using chatGPT-4. GPT responds to my “prompt” with a multi page description of what I ask for. I include that multipage GPT response in my novel BUT I edit it with  refinements and my experience. Then I high five chatGPT  dash 4 if I am still using that version. And WHAMMO – that incident, goes from fact to fiction. I am aided immensely by GPT’s contribution. That contribution may serve to be the basis of many incidents and kinds of incident that become and occur a focus for one or more scenes in the novel’s tale. So, refer to this candojack website for info on how the book is going, new tips using chatGPT, ideas on creating your own web entities or anything else germane to the book,  how it is written, or anything about  any other products in our inventory. Remember that you can comment on most posts and products wherever the comment sign pops up. Also you can always email me at the following email address:

As well feel free to digest and respond to any thing you see on this site.

Be well, jack

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Daisy Duck & Sir Francis Drake

The day was about as beautiful, ostensibly placid, and availably pulsing and ready to facilitate as the capital of LA aerospace software development should  to anybody who knew how to pay attention. It looked like the day I had arrived more than a decade before. Before I finished the fifth or so bundle of educational and professional work I had launched there. Was it LA’s way of saying good bye to me. Whatever,


I WAS GOING BACK TO THE LAND. The wilds of Northern California Bigfoot country awaited me. I felt the pull. Like the moon pulling on the tide. I had to pick up a couple friends before  i pointed  the Uhaul toward the blessed  I5 Interstate, California’s rope way of transport up or down the state.  I joyfully traversed the city of Downey from the LA County software complex toward the current home of my two friends. I pulled up in front of the strangest entity on the boulevard. In the middle of the concrete jungle I easily found the location. Not a big lot but, a full lot. Soooooo full. One giant clump of green life.  I could have sat and  pondered … … imagining the myriad life forms within that giant clump of green. But I was focussed on two entities within that clump  of green who had never known any other home. I was going to help them escape to Shasta County.

I parked the Uhaul on the street. Hell I had ten years of programming Defense Department satellites. My experienced internal operating system was not going let the Uhaul under its control invade the biggest source of life in the city of Downey willy nilly.

I calmed my anxiety in my favorite way. I sauntered. ‘Saunter’ was a word that had charmed me with its soft susurrant way of suggesting, in a cosmological way, that I handle a situation that  required moving stars from one galaxy to another without stumbling. I added an alert ear to my saunter down the narrow driveway that a less alert person would have missed entirely. I reached the inner end of the driveway before I had finished listening for the myriad life forms contributing to the sonata of life my sauntering had maneuvered me into.

There she was. Ms Isis sitting in her most comfortable porch chair. Her ninety five year old eyes resolved the  saunter thing quickly. She patted the seat of the porch chair next to hers. “Come sit,”  she said. “They are right here!”

Well, my heart was pounding already but, the pounding increased as I approached the porch and sat down very correctly in the proffered chair. Then the shoe box caught my eye. I raised my eyebrows and gave Ms Isis quizative look and she nodded her head up and down as the top of the shoe box slipped away and there they were. “Now, we  talked about this Jack but I want to ask you lest I did not ask you before, are you going to eat these ducks?”

“No, Ms Isis, I am however going to eat their eggs.” And that conversation opener  kicked off an hour’s conversation. The ducks seemed to be listening.  Even after they fell asleep. When I took the shoe box to the Uhaul i was  thinking I probably knew more about ducks that any satellite programmer in LA County.

They slept all the way to Shasta County. I watched them carefully for a couple weeks. Pretty soon they knew their way around the farm better than I did. They were a big item for awhile. I never ignored them. They never got ignored but pretty soon they were just another couple critters. No, I cannot say that. I should say pretty soon they were ANOTHER SPECIAL COUPLE CRITTERS.

One day I looked around. Then I asked around. No one had seen the ducks. I looked everywhere. No ducks. I never saw Daisy Duck again. A week or so later I was rassling with my pig, Spook, when I saw we had an audience. Sir Francis Drake was staring at me from the edge of the pig muck. I should not say he was staring because his right eye was hanging on his chin. I knew he could not exist. Not long, anyway. I did what I had told Ms Isis I would not do. I ate him. For his own good. And what better send off could I give him.


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So, I told you that I thought I had found a solution to the question: “can old people generate NO?”
The quick answer is: YES!

The longer answer follows:

As I said my new hero is – surprisingly – not a woman, But, is indeed a hero.  The indefatigable Dr. Zach Bush. If you followed the link i left you may be way ahead of me. I found the Zach Bush four minute workout and I have been doing it. Faster and faster.  I merged a couple Mercola variants into my execution. And I have them up to the RPM count the Bush uses following Bush’s advice that speed and form are the mobetter parameters. Today is the first day I have done three sets of 10 rounds per set. I am confident the only thing that will throw me off  will be memory. I can already manage the Bush demonstrated time and flow.

Ideally, each of three sets will give me 2 hours of nitric oxide. This assumes old people can gen up Nitric Oxide as fast as young people assuming the familiarization is equitable. So – there! Tomorrow I will see if the saliva test strips register any NO. Last week they did not. They will not necessarily reflect in my saliva what they generate in the endothelium of the arteries. But if they do, then BINGO! EUREKA! and other Great Greek Grapples. OLD PEOPLE CAN GENERATE NITRIC OXIDE (NO).
So what? Well, if I can generate NO then I do not have to die of one of big pharma’s pet death diseases. I will still be able to pick my time and exit path. Or not!

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NO – Update

I said I would tell you when I find info on how old people can get Nitric Oxide – NO. Well the best I have  at this  point is a maybe. But, it is a maybe that has sustained me. This maybe has sustained me for 81 years.  At this point this maybe is what I have to go on but it is a good bet. I have a  pretty good recovery record.

When I was about 12 years of age, my older brother – 16, my totally blind father and I  were building a story on the side of our house. I remember watching my blind father on the roof building that roof. He swung that hammer better than a veteran carpenter with perfect accuracy. He apparently was able to a degree  to unsee danger. But danger was not far away.  Later the scaffold broke. The three of us slid to ground at full speed. I was first. My brother was second. My father was last.  No one was hurt. Looking back I am rather certain that the lower back pain  I have carried as long as I remember originated  in that scaffold fall. So certain am I that i when writing an autobiography entitled it  MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY: AS SEEN THROUGH THE POSSIBLE CAUSE  OF MY BAD BACK.

Five years after the scaffold incident I was traveling home from the pool hall to my home in Indianapolis.. My car was destroyed by  a train. I was in the car I had broken the steering wheel top and bottom with my chest. But I never felt it. Ever. I was looking at the world over my eyelid. The eyelid was lowered but unbowed by a piece of skin at either end.  The car was totally destroyed.  The train was unhurt.

When I became a professional and began making REAL money, I was able to support my yen for individual and non aligned sports. First skiing, then diving, then sailing, then flying: paragliders.  i fell out of the sky in my beloved Spain. Into bad rock. Two weeks later I was transferred from a hospital in Villa Joyosa to my home in Munich and Munich’s Gros Hadern Hospital: famous for putting sports injury people back to together. It took them three months and it took me two years.

Many years later, many accidents later, I am still kicking.  But,  this aging thing has me road blocked. I need my NO building capability. My best bet is what it always was according to all  the medical info I can obtain. That is DIET. That is EXERCISE.

One of my sources is Dr. Mercola whom the media has been trying to destroy recently. Dr. Mercola has a set of exercises he says will produce NO. This week I began following his set of exercises. My thinking and I suppose his thinking also is this. Although I have been  exercising and dieting pretty well most of my life I know my travel along these two vectors has not been optimal or streamlined sufficiently. So I am trying to be perfect and I think Dr. Mercola’s exercise plan is perfect for building NO and my diet supports that assessment.

I know I told you I would keep you updated. This post is the first installment on that promise.
If you want to look into Dr. Mercola’s exercise set search YouTube for Dr. Mercola and nitric oxide. Well, actually here is the link as well:

I will get back to you on my progress. If you follow Dr. Mercola’s advice on exercise then follow his advice on diet as well. Then you can report to me on YOUR progress.

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Bringing in my post from external site:

How we will mentally experience our demise. I am thinking about this because i am listening to Paul Beckwith on YouTube. He is talking about the Flyn Effect. My thinking at this point is what if when NTHE (Near Term Human Extinction) arrives it leaves a path behind it that shows a steady decline of human intelligence from 1970. I am thinking about a declining population of humans that arrives at the bottom with the last remaining humans being dumber than the cave man.
Shall we congratulate forBiDden and Obomber on inviting Monsanto and its glyphosate poison into their administration. Monsanto has virtual complete control of soy beans and corn and most grains in the US. Monsanto is hemorrhaging law suit payments to people who are sueing Monsanto. Most countries have outlawed GMOs but the US is stubbornly continuing putting more effort into killing its population (to increase pharmaceutical profits). The US is the only country that employs Monsanto to help it destroy us. WHAT IF GLYPHOSATE TURNS OUT TO BE THE CAUSE OF THE STEADY DROP OF INTELLIGENCE AND GLYPHOSATE IS FORBIDDEN IN OTHER COUNTRIES.
Hey let me lend you a HAND: Have A Nice Day!!!!
The Secret of Agriculture, Vilsack, is the same guy who ran that department for the 8 years of the Obama-Biden biumvirate. He came from Monsanto!
Biden Chooses Tom "Mr. Monsanto" Vilsack as Agriculture Secretary - Left Voice
Biden Chooses Tom “Mr. Monsanto” Vilsack as Agriculture Secretary – Left Voice
Paul Beckwith quotes the Flyn study which says the current demise rate in greater than 3 IQ point per year.
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You know the end is near. Not when bad grammar is in the script for silly movies that educated people never see. Not when bad grammar is taught by teachers who know better but are surrendering from pressure from showboat movie makers to be “one of the gang”.

No the end is near when the logic of language is sacrificed for the surrender to cute.  Language and logical grammar took centuries, millenia, to achieve. One of the greatest achievements of all we are going to lose when climate change really becomes Mass Extinction 6 and NTHE – Near Term Human Extinction.

When the end is really very near you will hear people saying “I am better than him is better” and someone says, “no, you mean I am better than him”.

When the end is really and truly very very near, you will hear previously respected dictionaries like The Britannica Dictionary toot that the erroneous approach to grammar is correct but they never follow an explanation of that erroneous approach with any logic.

Poor baby, you thought logic was just for programmers and engineers,  didn’t you?

Errrrrrrrrr that place back there where I said the end is really really really near when dictionaries back the wrong player. EEeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrr that is where we are now. Welcome to NTHE!

Don’t run away. You want to be popular, don’t you?  Well you have to develop cute ways to say, “you are really stupid. You are not correct because everybody is saying it wrong.” Try something like this. “I find that a good way to know whether my grammar is correct is to extend the obvious statement.  “I am better than him is” results in making the erroneous version look silly. So then: I am better than he is.”


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All posts under this category, CARPE GENOME,  are leading up to a book which will be entitled the same name as this category. That book will contain segments on, to a great extent, anomalies, misleading, and outright lies related to the medical, pharmaceutical, and well being industries. Content garnered from a life time but especially in the last decade.

Here is an example. The supplement you buy in the store labelled vitamin E is not a real vitamin E depending on two  letters of the alphabet. Read the label carefully! If it says it contains tecopherOls then it is vitamin E. If it says tecopherYls it is a synthetic.

THIS POST is a continuation of the previous post on the chemical gas called Nitric Oxide. Not NITROUS oxide. Totally different thing. Nitric oxide, as near as I can tell is a savior of millions of lives. It can prevent Atheroschlerosis which is a slow and horrible way to die. I was so pleased when, a few years ago to come to understand some things about vitamin K. K2, specifically. I learned that the body creates K2  out of K1. But not enough. Furthermore, three forms of K2 exist: M2, M4, M7. You need to know that the K2 you are buying as a supplement is the correct one. Hopefully it has all three forms. Why is K2 important? K2’s job, primarily, is to distribute calcium. It needs to know who needs K2? The blood? Or the bones? Or both? And how much? The absence of K2 in your intake or the faulty distribution pretty much guarantees your future. You are likely to have Atheroschlerosis, otherwise known as hardening of the arteries. Fortunately you are unlikely to have to experience that. Why? Because you eat meat and cheese. Oh but you are vegan? Then you do not eat meat and cheese. Then you are likely without K2.Without K2 then you are almost guaranteed a future with Athero. Is that a definition of irony or what?

So, that’s nothing. There is more! Now I find that no matter what. I cannot resolve my question. Remember that almost nothing exists in human physiology that does not involve NO – Nitric Oxide! Once that is understood the logical thing to do is to ensure you have NO. If you have plenty of NO you will not grow old. Why worry? The human body will produce all the NO you need if you just have the diet that provide the building material to make NO. Annnd the exercise energy from good diet (plant based) to shake those building materials up. Then we find that the body starts slowing down production of NO at 40 and continues the slowing down until it does not make any more. Guess what. I am now twice 40, I am 81 years old and I do not make NO any more and apparently I cannot rejuvenate my body to make more NO, no matter what I eat and no matter how much exercise I employ to motivate my body to make it.  That is not all. Without it (and to close the circle) without NO my endothelium will create ATHEROSCHLEROSIS and lead me to an early death. (I was planning to reach 101 years of age with no great effort. Is that the end of the story.  Is my fate sealed. I reckon it is. BUT I AM GOING TO RESEARCH THIS 50 ARTICLES I  PULLED OFF THE NET (PUB-MED) AND SEE IF i CAN FIND ANY WIGGLE ROOM. i’LL GET BACK TO YOU.

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NITRIC OXIDE (Stop: if you know anything about nitric oxide, drop down to the comments or send me a separate note telling me what you know. Otherwise, I am going to assume that no one knows any more about nitric oxide than I knew before the year 2022 came upon us.)
Otherwise or there after, follow through the rest of this post with me. This could be the most interesting thing you have ever or will ever learn about. I said recently that my primary or secondary interest in life was going to be the destruction of the thing we have always called AGING. I have been maintaining that aging was just an empty word that we have chosen to indicate growing old. But what is THAT?: growing old? Aren’t we just accustomed to think of growing old as accumulating an increasing number of years that separate us from birth. As we grow older then we obviously are evidencing wear and tear. Lose some hair and/or it changes color. Develop some lines in our skin, that skin that used to be so lovely in color and texture. Voice gets higher and weaker. And we shrink! But, before we shrink, if we are male we get skinny legged and big bellied. Thennnn we shrink. When my son died of bone cancer at five I went back to work. But I had no interest in anything. So, by and by I went to Europe and did software for airlines. Anyone would have thought it was exciting. 25 great world airlines. I seldom made it back to the US. (BTW: all the great airlines are outside the US.) I lived in 8 countries. I played in 80. After 15 years I visited my mom. I did not recognize her. She had shrunk. I could lift her with one hand. She looked at me as if to say, “about the shrinkage? WTF! Whatcha gonna do?” You get creaky and weak kneed, grow balance problems and your body tends to fall out from under you. We begin to “catch” more and more diseases. The probability increases that one or more of those diseases threaten our existence. Whatever skills we have developed in life we are not as skilful at them as we once were. Not every doctor will agree with me, especially if they want to remain in the AMA, but every serious researcher of

aging will. Aging occurs because we are steadily losing the ability to create NO. Nitric Oxide! Exceptions begin to stand out. I talk every day with my neighbor, Bella, who is 93. She drives her car. She manages her affairs. She has her own apartment. She walks directly, erectly, circumspectly, with perfect posture.Then I have, or had, my friend, Jean, who was 98 when she died. Her brain was running perfectly. She was typing greater than 80 words per minute whatever book she was working at or whatever thing she was arguing about with the talking heads online. I sometimes think she died because she was bored. I can imagine being bored a little bit but I had begun to think her exit would never happen. I remember my friend, Alan, who used to talk about how neuropathy was treating him. Still in my 60s I could not imagine the kind of interrupting nuisance I could be advancing toward. Now I have it and the only reason I do not think about it so much is that I have a dozen other maladies that are beginning to show force demanding my attention. I was musing on this plethora of nagging illnesses that I never knew about and never noticed when I was in my forties thinking I was old. Friends, I had no idea. But I have been lately thinking, OK, many more nags abound that were not even born yet when I was in my forties. So is old age an accumulation of separate nagging conditions that I did not used to have? If so has some controlling force promoted itself to general and is marshaling all these other nags, threatening to advance against me until I am not.


E X C E P T : : : … I kept looking for him. The General Marauder who would bring down this private Captain jack and his army of everyone else with him. As I endured the catheter procedure that used to require the bustage of the sternum, the breastbone, just to reach the heart and thennnn find a way into it once they had reached it. But me, NOW! As the catheter slid up the artery in my arm and then found the coronary arteries deep inside the heart muscle and communicated to the surgery team the arrival of cave and tunnel support in the way of an electronmicroscopic truckload of splents to open the tiring coronary arteries I began to understand what old age was errrr is I was certain I was close. I determined a plan. When they pulled that catheter back out I gathered all the paperwork that had been generated about what was happening to me. I read through it all looking for clues; looking for that one force that caused all aging. Nothing. One word somewhere. Cancer? No! Blood? No! Corporate shell games? No! Medical Error? No! NO? YES! Yes, no that is not a typo! It is the abbreviation for Nitric Oxide. NO! It only lives one half to 1 or maybe 2 seconds at most. And it is required in every part of your being. So, cool! You are thinking, cool, just get a bottle of it and a “farming suitable” prescription if you must and voila, live forever. Naw, it does not work that way. You cannot just buy it. Yes, you can get all kinds of products that say they will fill your every part with NO but that is not so. Especially, if you are old. You can fill your parts with protein, L-arginine, and it will by and by make NO in you. But, NO is specialized for the many parts of you that need NO and each of those makes its own variant. And that, only when you are young, like less than 40. After 40 the ability of your body to produce NO diminishes until it hits zero. When it hits zero is somewhat uncertain. It depends on what you eat and how you exercise. Without sufficient NO you will deteriorate until nothing is left of you but a shell. An OLD shell. Lack of knowledge on how to get NO impedes your ability to get NO and continue to be completely, vibrantly alive. You can buy NO test strips, spit on them, and compare the color on the strip with the range of pictures on the test strip bottle. That process tells ME that I am not producing NO anymore. Annnnnd my diet is nearly perfect and I probably exercise more than any old man in this town. So, what to do? Slowly fry and die? Maybe! My search for a solution is ongoing! I think I will find a solution. In time? We will see. But, I am not going to sit and rot. I was not invited to this party. And, while I can still think, I can leave the party whenever I please. I have no problem with that. I would leave anyway if I cannot dance and think about dancing. And if I did not have NTHE hanging over me. NTHE – Near Term Human Extinction! I’ll let you know how it goes! One thing I know. I have found General Marauder! Aging, it turns out, as you will have gathered by now, is not the presence of some poison or disease. General Marauder  is the problem. General Marauder is a ghost. General Marauder is present by his absence. So let’s change the General Marauder’s name to Doctor NO because it is his absence that is the problem and his presence the general solution to most of the maladies of everyone, young and old. But the solution has a price tag whether you are young or old. Without Special Agent NO you are going to die. IT IS THAT SIMPLE. If you are young, under 40, it may take a while if you do not pay the price. And if you do not pay the price you will suffer a diminishing life performance. That is, you will continually grow old. You may not know you are growing old. You may not know how fast exactly. But your body knows everything because it experiences everything and it remembers everything and eventually it will tell you some things about what your failure to pay the price has cost and will cost. It is cheaper to pay your bill regularly. Your bill is cheaper if you have a discount card. The discount card comes in the form of an emotion or character trait that you have to develop. It is called an attitude card. That is correct. The attitude you have to develop is the will to add to your travel through life  a desire for quality of life. Beyond a desire for quality is the will or joy of adding to your quality of life by maintenance of your life. Here are the three areas you must maintain: Diet, Exercise, Quality. Sounds simple hunh? IT IS NOT SIMPLE. As you maintain, you must consider the quality of your maintenance. That quality involves learning. Diet? What to eat and drink. How and when to eat and drink. Exercise? You must exceed the minimum you can do and how you do it. Quality/Purity/Purpose? You need a constant burning desire for purity? Want some more carbs? Want some more popcorn, ice cream, bier, wine? Can you say, “phuque no”? No? Then you must learn to say “more oxidative stress, please”. Oxidative stress, to simplify, occurs when your diet and exercise are not well maintained. If your attitude is not tuned then you will not think quality with your diet and exercise. If that becomes your way of life then your body deteriorates because your body’s ability to produce NO deteriorates. Your attitude further deteriorates until no NO can be generated in your poor quality body. Science opines that the inability to produce NO brings on a bunch of conditions any one of which will ultimately kill you. Some of these conditions are: diabetes, atherosclerosis or the hardening of the blood vessels, inflammatory conditions: high blood pressure, which is also known as hypertension heart disease, neurodegenerative diseases, such as Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s, cancer. Yeah, I know what you are thinking. “Hey, I am going to die anyway. Yeah, but who wants to live to be one hundred years old if most of those one hundred years are terribly painful, debilitating and frankly, scary? Picture yourself shrunken, demented, bent over in a wheel chair in an “elder” care facility, unable anymore to even play bingo once a week.

Hang in there! I will have a one size fits all Nitric Oxide answer for you in no time.


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Hal Fassed

Hal Fassed is a novel. Hal Fassed is not a typo. I could probably write a sequel to the novel in the time I would need to explain fully how I arrived at the need to entitle the book what looks like an error or a joke. I hope with that intro statement you can appreciate my changing the cover foto from the bark of a tree to the foto below. Just in case you ever want an  ISBN: 978-1-893359-03-1

My Goal was to finish the book and have it for sale on this web site ( by my birthday. I think I can make it. I still have an hour to go. Anyway the writing is done. So most of this day I have enjoyed that giddy feeling a writer gets when the book is done, the battle’s won, and half the writer is whistling the old song, OH THEY CAN’T TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME and the other half of the writer is offering a free gallon of gas if you will just buy the book with that one click pick.

A couple caveats: if you are attracted to books advertised as page turners instead of buying this book why don’t you just go unfurk yourself. Same deal if the books you buy must be a specific length. To ball park you this book is little more than 100 pages. I dare you to find another  100 page book that has more information and chuckles than this one.  Errrrr same deal if the book you are thinking of has better murder scenes.

Finally, kinda, (hey I still have work to do on this little tome) the hero of the book is not name Hal Fassed or Half Assed. Almost finally I am old. If you think buying a brilliantly written novel from an octogenarian is an act of charity go unfurk yourself again. The earlier effort did not take.

In case I do not get this think onto the shopping pages of this site by the time you find your wallet, don’t forget to try again tomorrow. I do not eat much but i am determined to ear ‘regly’ as they used to say ” back home”.