Goal Met: 60 hour fast

I’ve gone in and out with IF (intermittent fasting) over the last 4-5 years with the longest being around 30 hours but I was reading about the benefits of longer fasts (namely autophagy) and really wanted to try it. I settled on 60 hours because that means two whole days plus part of another day so I could stop after lunch on a Friday then power through the weekend and be ready to go early Monday morning.

The first day was a breeze – I had a normal sized lunch and was able to just go home and skip dinner and get ready for the weekend. Saturday wasn’t too bad the hunger pangs showed up but I managed to stay the course. I did notice I was fatigued and had a low motivation but it was a football weekend so I could just relax on the couch with the family watching football.

The only drawback to that was every other commercial was for food. I’m sitting there with hunger pangs and its a nonstop cavalcade of pizzas, burgers, pasta and beer. It got so bad I had to just stop paying attention during the commercials as I wasn’t sure I could take anymore.

This is also the time my wife noticed some over ripe bananas and asked me to make banana bread – one of my favorite things to eat. She winced as soon as she said it but the kids heard and started the banana bread chant so I ended up making a delicious banana laden loaf of banana bread – oh the aroma!

Sunday was more of the same – did some things around the house but the energy was at a really low point – I drank some tea and other caffeinated beverages but they didn’t seem to move the needle much I think my body was just using its energy for fast related things. I was so tired I ended up napping at my desk then shuffling upstairs to sleep it off.

Monday was better – I had a clearer head and work was distracting for me so I could just put my head down and get a lot of work done.. but when it was time to break the fast I was ready – I knew you had to break a long fast with something light so I had a bottle of Huel and a slab of that aforementioned banana bread.

I took a selfie right before I broke my fast:

The Maltese Falcon

Certainly! Let’s delve into the intricate plot of The Maltese Falcon, examining the key moments that make this film a true classic.

The story begins with a seemingly simple case: the lovely Miss Wonderly (later revealed to be Brigid O’Shaughnessy) hiring private detectives Sam Spade and Miles Archer to tail a man named Floyd Thursby, who has allegedly run off with her sister. However, this being a film noir, nothing is as it seems. In a shocking turn of events, Archer is murdered, and Thursby is found dead soon after. The police suspect Spade, given his affair with Archer’s wife, Iva, but Spade is too cunning to be caught in such an obvious trap.

As Spade investigates the murders, he finds himself drawn into a complex web of deceit surrounding the elusive Maltese Falcon, a priceless statuette dating back to the Knights Templar. The falcon attracts a host of unsavory characters, each with their own hidden agendas.

Joel Cairo, a dapper and perfumed fellow with a penchant for deception, attempts to enlist Spade’s help in obtaining the falcon, offering him a tempting sum of money. However, Cairo’s true allegiances remain as murky as the San Francisco fog.

Enter Kasper Gutman, a larger-than-life figure with a genial demeanor that belies his ruthless nature. Gutman, also known as “The Fat Man,” has been searching for the falcon for years, and he’s not about to let anyone stand in his way. In a memorable scene, Gutman regales Spade with the history of the falcon, revealing its immense value and the lengths to which people will go to possess it.

As the plot thickens, Spade finds himself grappling with his growing attraction to Brigid, despite his suspicions about her involvement in the murders. The interplay between Bogart and Astor is electric, their banter as sharp as a razor’s edge. In one particularly charged moment, Brigid attempts to seduce Spade, but he remains ever the consummate professional, refusing to let his guard down.

The various factions chasing the falcon converge in Spade’s apartment, each trying to outmaneuver the others. In a scene that crackles with tension, Cairo and Gutman attempt to strong-arm Spade, but he turns the tables on them with a clever ruse involving a fake falcon. The scene is a testament to Spade’s quick wit and unflappable nature in the face of danger.

As the climax approaches, Spade must navigate a minefield of shifting loyalties and hidden motives. In a shocking twist, it’s revealed that Brigid herself is the mastermind behind the murders, having used her feminine wiles to manipulate all those around her. Spade, ever the moral compass in a world of corruption, turns her over to the police, despite his feelings for her.

In the film’s iconic final scene, Spade reflects on the nature of the falcon and the folly of those who sought it. “The stuff that dreams are made of,” he muses, a line that has become synonymous with the film itself. It’s a poignant moment that underscores the film’s central theme: the pursuit of wealth and power is ultimately a hollow one, and true valor lies in maintaining one’s integrity in the face of temptation.

The Maltese Falcon is a film that stands the test of time, thanks in no small part to its impeccable cast, razor-sharp writing, and masterful direction. It’s a testament to the enduring power of film noir, and a reminder that sometimes the most priceless things in life are the ones that money can’t buy.

(Summary AI assisted)

(5/5) I love this movie – I recall watching it with my mom one lazy Saturday evening as a teen and not really getting a lot of the subtext but I was fascinated by the style of the movie and was delighted by the ending. Now if streaming services were a thing I’d probably have gone into a bogart binge watch session or taken in some more 40’s detective flicks but alas we had 4 channels and whatever the parents picked up at Palmer video down the street. So I didn’t get a chance to dig deeper into either genre until much much later. This is probably the third or fourth time I’ve seen this movie and it never gets old. Just so much 1940’s cool exuding from the screen. When I was pulling movies for the top 50 of all time I usually eliminated movies I’ve seen more than once to get exposure to other films but I left this one on there simply because it’s one of my favorites!