A recent study indicates that most of those homeopathic remedies are no better than a placebo.

That said, we’ll keep taking them.

When it hurts, you pop the pills whether there’s any evidence they work or not.

Dateline Sitges, Spain.

OK, another day and two more reasons that everyone here in Europe is thinner than everyone back home in the U.S.

1. They play music at an incredible volume in the gyms. Sure, we have our iPods. But it’s different when the music is playing out loud for all to hear. Test my hypothesis:

Crank a little Ring My Bell with a large group of friends or co-workers and just watch the calories burn.

2. More important factor: Everyone here is hot. I’m from Nor-Cal, so I’m used to feeling good about myself on the elyptical trainer for a second or two only to have that self image shattered by a row of 35 anorexic robots who are going twice as fast and whose sweat smells of rose petals.

But then I leave the gym, head out into the world, and I’m like, “Hello my old friends.”

Here, I leave the gym – and I’m pretty sure our hotel pool doubles as a way (or weigh) station for Spanish Vogue models who are between shoots – and the people are still hot.

I’m tempted to just head back into the gym again – although, I think I will opt instead for an American sized order of Tapas.

Porque no?

Dateline: Sitges, Espana

So this morning at a breakfast buffet in the Spanish coastal town called Sitges, my wife and I may have discovered the root cause for America’s obesity epidemic.

Here at a rather corporatish hotel, the food was similar, plenty of carbs, lots of high suger juices, and butter all around.

But get this:

Small silverware. Really small.

Thoughts on Six Feet Under’s funeral from Steven Johnson:

There’s more to say, but I should probably just let go. I had a genuine feeling last night watching the finale that I was going to miss these people, which I can honestly say I’ve never had with a television show before. I suspect I’m not alone in feeling that way.

Being a tube addict, I often miss people on shows even between episodes.

But Six Feet was different. I thought the show dropped off quite a bit after year two (about the time Nate stopped getting high and screaming for half an episode) but at its best, this may have been as good as dramatic television has ever been.

And the level of the show rose once again during this final season to make the hurt of its demise just that much more depressing. But how else, really, could it have gone?

The few times I’ve gone to strip clubs, I’ve been with a group of fellow Jews with whom I grew up and we usually spend most of the time trying make conversation, popping altoids and feeling guilty (all right, not that guilty).

Well, it turns out my wife knows how to have a better time at a strip club than I do.

Oy Vey.

Blogging will be light over the next few days with sporadic but wildly exciting reports from the road.

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