actuarial escape velocity is orange

“Michael, could you hand Don the arugula?” April calls over her shoulder, looking up from the laptop that’s always near to hand as she cooks, loaded with an interactive diet-planning program that helps not only count calories but track the twenty other nutrients without which CR would just be a glorified form of anorexia. “Don, I need you to put 24 grams on each plate, please.”

There does seem to be some solid science behind this "starving yourself for a longer life" malarkey (or maybe it just feels longer, ho ho, thankyou, I'll be here all week, etc.). On the other hand, these people sound INSANE. And orange.