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Panacea

There is an underlying myth in popular views of health. You run across it so often, that it’s almost a given. It is: There is such a thing as perfect…

There is an underlying myth in popular views of health. You run across it so often, that it’s almost a given. It is: There is such a thing as perfect health.

The fact is, we are all biological machines, and, being different in myriad ways of genetics, development, diet, environmental conditions, and the like, we are all not “perfectly healthy.” We all have flaws, gaps, places we’re breaking down, where we’re short of the ideal.

Indeed, like a Platonic ideal, the idea that one can be perfectly healthy is unrealistic. All we can be is less unhealthy, have fewer diseases, parasites, chronic conditions, handicaps, flaws, whatever.

The corellary to this is the second myth: There exists a pill [treatment/medication/regimen/diet] that will restore you to perfect health. Since perfect health is a myth, so is the anodyne, the perfect medication to clean up any single condition, let alone all of them.

Which brings up the third myth: There exists a medication [treatment, etc.] that has no side effects. Medications have effects. We try to find medications that have more positive effects — or that have the desired positive target effect — with a minimum of negative effects. Sometimes, as with cancer treatment, we’re willing to put up with lots of negative “side” effects in return for the positive “target” effect of making our body so toxic that cancer cannot grow.

Anyone who’s followed the stories on hormone treatment in women is familiar with this sort of thing. Estrogen does X. Ah, but is also does Y. But, hey, this study shows it does Z! Idiot, but it also does Q! And so on. Each time, women are buffeted with the idea that either Estrogen Replacement Therapy is the One True Treatment That Will Cure All Ills, or that it’s The Demon’s Brew, a Guarantee of Short and Painful Life.

The reality is that it’s got some good effects, and some bad effects. We’re still learning about some of each, but anyone who’s looking for the perfect pill to give them the perfect body is living a myth.

So, to, today we get the report that (gasp) daily aspirin use may not be without ill effect. People have been taking daily doses of aspirin for years because of reports that, as an anti-coagulent, it helped stave off heart disease and heart attacks and the like. Which, of course, it still does. And, in fact, it also seems associated with prevention of colorectal cancer.

But a new study indicates that it may, in women, also be associated with higehr rates of pancreatic cancer.

So, immediately, folks will be in a quandary. Should I never take aspirin again? Nonsense. Should I cut back on the daily doses? Maybe, although a lot more study is needed.

But given that people are not dropping dead in the streets of aspirin use, it will probably turn out to be a compromise. Folks at elevated risk of colorectal cancer may want to continue taking it; ditto folks with heart disease issues. If further study confirms the pancreatic cancer link, then people will probably end up havnig to make a decision — which “effect” is more desirable, more likely, a greater risk.

Bearing in mind John Maynard Keynes’ observation that, “In the long run, we are all dead.”

Not that I’m suggesting doing anything stupid, mind you, but don’t think that anyone is going to repeal any of the myths above. It will all boil down to compromises, and accurately assessing risks, and realizing that perfection never quite exists.

Let’s get physical …

Belying the calumny that guys never schedule their own physicals, I have. So there. Now we’ll see if my regimen of vigorous exercise and restricted calorie intake (or was that…

Belying the calumny that guys never schedule their own physicals, I have. So there. Now we’ll see if my regimen of vigorous exercise and restricted calorie intake (or was that the other way around) has made any difference.

Besides, if my dad can manage to attend to two long-delayed doctor’s visits, certainly I can schedule one.

Right under your nose

Sometimes, like Tracy, you never realize what you’re burdened with, until the burden is lifted. That’s particularly true for physical impairment. How was I diagnosed as being near-sighted? Did I…

Sometimes, like Tracy, you never realize what you’re burdened with, until the burden is lifted.

That’s particularly true for physical impairment.

How was I diagnosed as being near-sighted? Did I complain to my parents about how my vision was all blurry? Of course not. That’s all I knew.

It was my Mom constantly nagging me to get away from the TV (radiation poisoning, don’t you know), and my continuing to scoot back up next to it. And she finally asked the key question, “Why are you always sitting so close to the TV?”

“Because I can’t see from back there.”

It was perfectly natural. I had no idea that I should be able to see from back there, or that there was something wrong with me. I was coping, without realizing it.

There are a lot of folks who don’t go to the doctor for regular checkups. “I’m not sick,” they say. “Nothing’s wrong with me. Why go to the doctor?”

Because you never know when the status quo is sick, or impaired, or below where it should be.

A fat monkey on my back

It’s not my fault I’m overweight. I can’t help it. I’m a poor, helpless addict, don’t you know? And I have the science to prove it! Fast and processed foods…

It’s not my fault I’m overweight. I can’t help it. I’m a poor, helpless addict, don’t you know? And I have the science to prove it!

Fast and processed foods can be as addictive as nicotine and hard drugs, new research has revealed.
Scientists in America discovered that foods high in fat and sugar can cause significant changes in brain biochemistry similar to those from drugs such as heroin. The research showed that people who become inveterate snackers on fatty foods can find it almost impossible to switch back to a healthy diet, leading to serious health problems.
The implications of the research could send tremors through international fast-food outlets such as McDonald’s and KFC, which are already facing multi-million dollar lawsuits, with customers arguing that they have became addicted to fast food that subsequently damaged their health. Until now the companies have stressed the “personal responsibility” of customers.

To hell with that namby-pamby “personal responsibility” thing! I want my millions of dollars! Or, failing that, lots of gift certificates to McDonalds and KFC!

Throaty

This morning, on the way back from taking Kitten to her swim lessons, I swung by the store and picked up some chloroseptic spray, at Margie’s request. Her throat was…

This morning, on the way back from taking Kitten to her swim lessons, I swung by the store and picked up some chloroseptic spray, at Margie’s request. Her throat was killing her.

She did the appropriate spritzing, but didn’t feel much relief. She looked at the instructions in more detail, and noted it said that it shouldn’t be used in conjunction with a fever.

So this afternoon, she called the advice line at KP, and they opined that if her throat hurt that much, and she had a fever, she should probably go in and pay them a visit. And she did, and they ran some quick tests, and determined that (yes, you guessed it) she has strep throat.

“Yeesh,” I said, as I was riding the shuttle bus to the rental car lot, talking with her on my cell phone.

“So if you find your throat hurting, you should go see a doctor immediately,” she told me.

My throat immediately started feeling scratchy. “My throat is automatically feeling scratchy,” I told her.

I could hear her shake her head. “No, you’ll know if it’s hurting like this.”

Joy.

‘E’s not sick, ‘e’s just stunned!

It seems I’m not really still ill from my cold, just suffering from godawful hayfever. This has been a wildly successful spring for many flowing plants (the tulips are doing…

It seems I’m not really still ill from my cold, just suffering from godawful hayfever. This has been a wildly successful spring for many flowing plants (the tulips are doing particularly well this year), but the result, while pleasant on the eye, is awful on the sinuses. I’ve been coughing and snorting such that I’m surprised WHO hasn’t tackled me, Monsters, Inc. style, and locked me away in isolation.

Ah, well — if it weren’t keeping Margie up at nights, I wouldn’t worry as much about it. As it is, I’ll probably get introduced into the joy of BreathRite strips tonight. Wonderful.

State of the Weekend

Because, heck, if I can’t bore you with details of my life, who can I bore? FRIDAY Star Wars RPG at Doyce’s house. Dag’s become the Master Pilot of the…

Because, heck, if I can’t bore you with details of my life, who can I bore?

FRIDAY
Star Wars RPG at Doyce’s house. Dag’s become the Master Pilot of the group, which I suppose has its advantages. The current adventure in the “Prince of Alderaan” campaign is much more scattered than some of the preliminary adventures Doyce ran us through — less of a “dungeon crawl,” more of everyone having their own threads to pursue. Dag gets back to pursuing Nayda’s disappearance (in the company of his mysterious double) next time — and with an additional level, to boot.

SATURDAY
Margie took Kitten Duty in the morning, which I had been ready to take on (since she was sick), but she thwarted me by saying “Go back to sleep.” My will sapped by being damned sleepy, I complied, and ended up with a good nine hours under my belt. Or someplace.

I tried to return the favor by taking Kitten with me out front while I did spring cleaning on the yard — chopping down the old grasses and other shrubbery that needs pre-new-growth pruning. While Katherine played with sidewalk chalk, I also filled up the watering sacks by the trees, and looked at all the bulbs already rising from the mulch.

I’m worried about the yard this year. Water restrictions look like they’ll be harsh, which means no new plantings, and the old plantings (even the drought-tolerant ones) may suffer mightily.

That done, I went in and noodled about online, putting together my game log from the previous night (unheard of!) and leveling Dag to 8th.

I got sucked into a discussion about Iraq and the current Nuclear Posture Report (well, current as of a year ago) on a e-mail discussion list I belong to. That ended up taking a lot more time and effort than I’d have thought, since it’s more difficult to participate in a dialog than to simply put forth (as on my blog).

SUNDAY
Margie took a sick day from church, so I took Katherine, then we all got back together, did brunch, and then went on the normal Alpha shopping at Costco and Safeway.

In the afternoon, I tried to catch up with other household necessities, including ordering magazines from my nephews’ school fund-raiser, and getting this month’s comic book order filled out. On the latter, I dropped some marginal titles, which made me feel virtuous.

MONDAY
I’ve been feeling worn out and listless and unable to concentrate this morning. I don’t know if I’m just tired — my sleep hasn’t been abnormally short, but Margie’s coughing has been waking me up a few times (concerning which I feel worse for Margie than myself, of course) — or if I’m the third domino to drop in our Household Illness Fest. Hopefully the former, since it looks to be a very hectic week.

Same song, second verse

On a positive note, Katherine seems to be 95% over the grippe. On a negative note, Margie feels like crap now. At least, whenver she talks in that deep throaty…

On a positive note, Katherine seems to be 95% over the grippe.

On a negative note, Margie feels like crap now. At least, whenver she talks in that deep throaty voice, it’s either illness or sexy seductiveness. And I gather by the gestures she makes in my direction when I suggest it’s the latter that it’s likely the former.

Hopefully my own iteration of this bug will hold off until she’s doing better.

Sanity and justice — would you like fries with that?

Who’da thunk it? A federal judge has actually dismissed a suit against McDonald’s by some obese teens (and their, ah, ambitious attorney). “Nobody is forced to eat at McDonald’s,” the…

Who’da thunk it? A federal judge has actually dismissed a suit against McDonald’s by some obese teens (and their, ah, ambitious attorney).

“Nobody is forced to eat at McDonald’s,” the judge declared. “Except, perhaps, parents of small children who desire McDonald’s food, toy promotions or playgrounds and demand their parents’ accompaniment.”

I will be the first person to admit that I do not eat the most optimally healthy diet, and that includes various artery-busting treats from McDonald’s.

But that’s my decision. The day I claim that McDonald’s is at fault for my weight because, damn, their food was so tempting and they didn’t wrestle me to the ground and make me sign an informed consent form before wolfing down some fries, the collected readership here has permission to dunk my head in a deep fat fryer.

(via Andrea)

Resolved

At the risk of sounding repetitious, I resolve to lose weight this year. I did not lose weight last year, resolutions aside. I might have been a bit lower before…

At the risk of sounding repetitious, I resolve to lose weight this year.

I did not lose weight last year, resolutions aside. I might have been a bit lower before Thanksgiving hit, but December was an utter disaster.

Rediscovering the joy of chili cheese fries didn’t help.

So. I will lose weight this year.

At least, as soon as we leave Faerie. Da mini castitatem et continentiam sed noli modo. And on that note …

Fatheads

Damn, I was really hoping the legal barrage against fast food was an aberration, but evidently there are plenty of unscrupulous lawyers ready to rake in the Big Bucks by…

Damn, I was really hoping the legal barrage against fast food was an aberration, but evidently there are plenty of unscrupulous lawyers ready to rake in the Big Bucks by pursuing such a course. Take, for example, this suit, a class action, which claims that McDonald’s causes all sorts of ill health in kids, “diabetes, high blood pressure, and obesity.”

In federal court in Manhattan on Wednesday, a lawyer alleged that the fast-food chain has created a national epidemic of obese children. Samuel Hirsch argued that the high fat, sugar and cholesterol content of McDonald’s food is “a very insipid, toxic kind of thing” when ingested regularly by young kids.

Well, duh. And as soon as someone discovers that McD’s employees are snatching kids off the street and force-feeding them French Fries, I’ll be more than happy to see the rat bastards pay through the nose.

The two cases of unutterable evil that are cited, though?

The plaintiffs include a Bronx teen who ate every meal at McDonald’s for three years while living in a homeless shelter.

A shame that the teen ate was able to find attractive, affordable food for three years, rather than eating the healthy grass and gravel he would have consumed had McDonalds not been there.

Another is a 13-year-old boy from Staten Island who says he ate at McDonald’s food three to four times a week and is now 5-foot-4 and 278 pounds.

Um, can you say … glandular problem? Because unless he was eating six Big Macs at every meal, I really don’t believe that eating “McDonald’s food three to four times a week” will cause that sort of ballooning.

The plaintiffs, of course, never state what they want McDonald’s to do, of course (besides pay them outrageous sums of money). Sell McBeanCurd sandwiches and French Baked-Soy?

Greedy jerks …

Not Me!

I poked fun at the folks suing Fast Food for getting fat. But another article along the same lines makes a somewhat persuasive case that the real culprit isn’t Colonel…

I poked fun at the folks suing Fast Food for getting fat. But another article along the same lines makes a somewhat persuasive case that the real culprit isn’t Colonel Sanders, but Uncle Sam, whose USDA-approved Food Pyramid may be both bad science and bad diet.

Even a cursory look at the USDA recommendations suggests chicanery. “USDA?” Why is the federal department responsible for the promotion of U.S. agriculture making dietary recommendations? Might there be conflicts of interests, there?
Indeed there have been. The Times piece points out that, despite evidence emerging as early as the late 1970’s that starches are quickly absorbed into the blood and converted to sugar, public health officials chose not only to ignore the findings, but to negate them by downplaying sugar’s effects on metabolism.
By ignoring the starch-to-sugar science, the USDA could continue recommending that Americans eat lots of grain. That kept the corn and wheat farmers happy. By downplaying sugar’s effect on metabolism, Americans would continue their low-fat obsession, consuming snacks and soft drinks largely sweetened with corn syrup. That kept the sugar farmers happy, and the corn farmers even happier. And all of this allowed NIH scientists to avoid admitting that their long-held low-fat prejudice might have been wrong. That kept the bureaucrats happy.

Of course, ultimately, it’s still the responsibility of the individual consumer (the literal term, in this case) to “eat right” and, ahem, exercise. But, still, one has to wonder …

Diet

University of Colorado is studying the Atkins diet to see if there’s anything to it. One hundred obese Coloradans will chow down on bacon and butter, steaks and cheese this…

University of Colorado is studying the Atkins diet to see if there’s anything to it.

One hundred obese Coloradans will chow down on bacon and butter, steaks and cheese this fall to see if they can, improbably, lose weight.
Another 100 will try to lose weight by eating pasta and rice, veggies and fruits like many moms and all federal dietitians have been imploring since 1975.

Hey, do they need volunteers to see if bacon, butter, steaks, cheese and pasta and rice can help you lose weight?

Okay. Now I’m hungry.

Hmmm. Bad timing here, since I’m pretty sure I gained five-plus pounds whilst in Faerie, and the pants which were loose have gotten tight again …

Fatheads

Finally happened. Some yahoo is suing fast food companies because they made him fat. “They dragged me off the street at gunpoint,” Caesar Barber, 56, reported. “They held the gun…

Finally happened. Some yahoo is suing fast food companies because they made him fat.

“They dragged me off the street at gunpoint,” Caesar Barber, 56, reported. “They held the gun to my head and then they cut open my skull, carved out a big chunk of my frontal lobe, and replaced it with a machine that took over my body and made me eat fast food, morning, day, and night, and think it was healthy for me.”

No, what Mr. Barber really said was that he was fooled into thinking that fast food was healthy, and that 100% beef meant it was good for you. If only there had been warning labels on the packages, he (and his lawyer) claim, he wouldn’t be overweight, with heart trouble and diabetes.

Take. Responsibility. For. Your. Life.

It’s not like the fast food industry has been saying french fries are good for you. Or has been fronting scientific research claiming that there’s no link between Double Quarter Pounders with Cheese and cholesterol build-up, even as they were internally quashing research that said the opposite. Or has been placing a secret, addictive ingredient inside of their cheese slices to make going “cold turkey” a bitch. That’s the sort of crap that got tobacco in trouble.

Anyone who thinks that eating fast food is a healthy lifestyle frankly deserves to keel over from a coronary. Just don’t get between me and my fries, man. I know what choices I’m making when I pull into the drive-thru. I know I’m taking responsibility for what I put in my body. It may be a foolish choice, but I recognize that it’s mine to make.

Rrrg.

I guess I’m safe, with margin to spare

More joy for caffeine coffee addicts afficionados: three cups a day keeps dementia at bay. (Via Blather)…

More joy for caffeine coffee addicts afficionados: three cups a day keeps dementia at bay.

(Via Blather)

Monday, Monday

It’s the Monday Mission 1. Have you had to repair anything lately? Did you do it yourself or have someone else do it? I tend to be not very ept…

It’s the Monday Mission

1. Have you had to repair anything lately? Did you do it yourself or have someone else do it?

I tend to be not very ept when it comes to fixing things. Of course, I’m also not very good about calling repairfolk, so that means that things remain broken around the house for a while.

The most recent successful repair would seem to be some broken sprinkler lines at the house, fixed last weekend. I usually end up doing this at least a couple of time a year.

On the other hand, one of the zones in the system isn’t working, and I just don’t touch that stuff. So I have to call the sprinkler people to do that (call them back, that is, since my first message to “Come whenever you want except tomorrow, just let us know, there will be someone at the house” prompted a return message to call them. The idiots.)

2. Do you work out or exercise? Or is there anything you do each day for your health?

I kiss my wife, which gives me a good cardio-vascular work-out right there.

I also walk to and from lunch, whenever I can. It’s not far, but it gets me off my fat ass.

3. Are you a modest person? That is, would you be embarrassed for someone (an acquaintance, a friend, a stranger) to see you nude?

Judging from the dreams I have, yes.

And, yes, I am embarrassed by it — though usually more out of fear of offending others than any sense of self-shame. I think.

4. Some smells that I just can not stand are bags of grass clippings that have sat in the hot sun for a few days, burned hair and vomit (although, thankfully, I have not had to smell them all at the same time). What are some odors that you just can not stand to smell?

Well I would have said bananas a year or two back, but I’ve gotten grudgingly used to them.

I cannot stand the smell of spoiled food. It makes me automatically gag. Margie finds my fastidiousness in this amusing (and annoying).

5. Are there any social situations that make you uncomfortable?

All of them?

6. Has a friend or an employer ever asked you to do something you felt was unethical or? What was it and what happened?

I try to be respectful of copyright (the spirit if not the letter), and there have been times when some folks have asked me, essentially, not to be. It’s made me uncomfortable, but my own reaction has been mixed (depending on whether I was more uncomfortable doing it, or more uncomfortable confronting it).

7. (continued) Well, we are not yet at our destination, though the way you described it, it sounds simply amazing. What is the first thing we should do once we get there?

First thing to do in New York? Hmmmm. Visit the Statue of Liberty? One of the zillion museums? Empire State Building? Time Square?

I don’t know — New York City is such an incredible icon in the media, so huge, full of so many things, I don’t know what would be the first thing to do. Grab the AAA guide, I suppose!

BONUS: In this whole world, what is fair?

My true love.

Suing our own fat asses off

When tobacco companies were first beginning to worry about suits filed against them, they claimed that the next step was law suits against makers of sugary, fatty food. Dismissed as…

When tobacco companies were first beginning to worry about suits filed against them, they claimed that the next step was law suits against makers of sugary, fatty food. Dismissed as hyperbole at the time, that future may not be all that far off, as some activists, seeing the societal harm in our national obesity, look for ways to sue or legislate against junk food.

Interesting, if worrisome, reading. I mean, I know I eat too many fries, too much ice cream, too much fat, sugar, and salt.

But it’s my choice. If we start legally coddling the citizenry over what they choose to eat (and, let’s face it, nobody goes into eating junk food thinking it’s good for them), then when do we start coddling them (us) over what they (we) choose to believe, enjoy, or participate in?

If the public is a bunch of children, sooner or later they are going to be treated that way.

“I’m not dead yet …”

Well, the violent expulsion of things I’d eaten for the past week or two died out sometime Sunday (after a veeeeerrry long Sunday night), but I’ve been achy/feverish/just-full-o’-malaise since then….

Well, the violent expulsion of things I’d eaten for the past week or two died out sometime Sunday (after a veeeeerrry long Sunday night), but I’ve been achy/feverish/just-full-o’-malaise since then. Obviously I’m feeling a bit better, since I’m blogging …

Extra-super-mondo-kudos to Margie, who was already kind of frazzled going into the weekend, and got very little rest during it, due to someone’s rather inconvenient illness. She’s the greatest, without a doubt, and I owe her big time, both for what she did for me and for what she had to handle solo (e.g., discovering Monday morning that Kitten had cleverly stripped naked during the night in her bedroom and then and then done what provides the reason for putting diapers on babies all over the the place. *Sigh*)

Not much else to talk about ’round here. Margie potted a bunch of flowers we picked up at the church plant sale. We’ve actually given up the little redwood planters on the back rail that have the mystical power to suck water out of the soil and the plants contained therein, and gone with tasteful plastic terra-cotta colored planters with little water reservoirs which will not doubt have some similar problem with them.

We’re refinancing our mortgage, given the historically low rates, etc., and the appraiser is coming by this afternoon. Which means I have to get off my butt and do at least a modicum of tidying. Not that it should affect the appraisal, but it will affect my embarrassment level. Also there’s the loan packet to finish, which I’ll try to do a bit of today.

Not expecting much else bloggy today, but who knows?

A spectacle of myself

I have worn glasses since the 2nd Grade. The story goes that I was always sitting extremely close to the television which, in those days of cave men and velociraptors,…

I have worn glasses since the 2nd Grade. The story goes that I was always sitting extremely close to the television which, in those days of cave men and velociraptors, meant I was subject to Hard Radiation that would make my hair fall out.

My mother, not wanting such a fate for her firstborn, kept chiding me to get back from the TV. But, inevitably, I would scoot right back up to it.

Finally she thought to ask the obvious-only-in-retrospect question. “Why do you always sit so close to the TV?”

And I gave the obvious answer, which only I could realize and yet could not realize was odd. “Because I can’t see from back there.”

Enter the Optometrist.

I can recall getting glasses shortly before we moved from Mountain View down t Diamond Bar, because I know I had them on the house on Montalto Drive, as I complained about the strange distortion they provided as I swung my head back and forth.

And I’ve worn glasses ever since.

On occasion someone will suggest contact lenses. To which I note that the idea of actually placing objects onto my eyeball on a daily basis is matched in its visceral gruesomeness only by the idea of letting someone shave my cornea with a laser beam.

And so I continue to wear glasses. And they’ve always been glass, until the current pair. Long, long ago I became enamored of PhotoGrey lenses, which magically change shade in the presence of light (of UV, actually, and they react even more strongly in cold weather). Hey presto, no sunglasses needed. I’ve always shaken my head at the poor Nats who need to keep sunglasses somewhere handy but never seem to have them, or the strange people who, for unknown reasons, bought prescription glasses and prescription sunglasses.

Well, as of my last visit, three-odd years ago, I was told that PhotoGrey (or whatever TM it was) is now available on plastic. And since everyone for eons had been chivvying me about getting plastic lenses (“How can you stand that weight?” “Well, when you’ve been wearing them since the 2nd Grade, you get strong nose muscles …”) I went ahead and got them.

The fact that the glasses shop at Kaiser no longer does their glass in-house, but that there would be a multi-week delay in getting them, made no difference to me, of course.

Hate the plastic, by the way. Yeah, it’s light. It also gets scratches. I never used to get scratches on the glass, or only a few. I’ve finally had to go in to get my glasses replaced, not because of failing vision, but because of scratched plastic.

I suspect I’ll end up with plastic again, though. Probably there’s an extra $50 copay for glass.

Anyway, went in for an eye exam earlier in the week. All’s well, no substantive change in my near-sightedness, my astigmatism, or my prism. I remain legally blind and great fun to have at parties when the bigger kids still my specs …

I went in this afternoon to look in the glasses shop at the Arapahoe Kaiser clinic.

Okay, now I like round glasses. By round glasses, I mean completely round. My favorite set ever was pretty much exactly round — part of the “John Lennon Collection” (of whatever company had that license at the time). Anyway, I think those look best on me.

Now, you would think that with the newfound popularity of round frames (think “Harry Potter”) there would be a wide variety available, right?

Bzzzzzt.

I can get round, or roundish, or oval frames. If I don’t mind them the size of quarters. Yeah, that will be helpful. I sort of like my glasses to, I don’t know, actually cover my eyes.

Everything is small. Small and flat. Small and round. Or big and unfashionable.

As usual, my aesthetic is out of sync with the masses. Feh.

So I didn’t buy any. I’ll drag Margie back with me, to get her opinion.

*Sigh*

Beef — It’s What’s for Dinner

Here’s an interesting New York Times Magazine article on the life of a steer in today’s beef industry. What’s interesting about it is that it is neither an apology for…

Here’s an interesting New York Times Magazine article on the life of a steer in today’s beef industry.

What’s interesting about it is that it is neither an apology for the industry, nor is it a heartstring-pulling gut-wrenching Jungle-style animal rights expose. Instead, it looks at the economics — both obvious and subtle — of America’s passion for cheap meat, and, unsentimentally but not without some emotion, how that impacts Steer No. 534.

Am I off beef, now that I’ve read it? No. And, really, we don’t eat a huge amount of it at home (more chicken, and even just pasta or salad). But we do eat it, and will continue to.

But I am aware that, over the coming decade, we’ll see a change in its availability, its nature, and, most significantly, its cost, as both the society ethics and the economies of the present industry force beef into a less predominant role in our diet. That’s almost certainly a good thing.

But I’ll still enjoy a steak whenever I can.

(Via Rooba)