28 February 2012

How to Tell if the “Documentary” You are Watching is a Steaming Pile of Poo:

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I don’t know why I pressed play. I knew Forks over Knives was going to be a terrible documentary as soon as I read the synopsis. I must be a masochist, because I watched it anyway. But then I hit STOP halfway through. It was that bad.

I am sick of documentaries being made like communist propaganda videos or a FOX News report. It’s like everything else these days, as blogs, with no incentive to dig any deeper than Wikipedia, are being read as factual news because journalists have been sold to advertisers and every station on TV has an agenda to polarize what once were differences of opinion into the ultimate battle of God vs. The Devil. There is no compromise, no nuance. Just good and evil in their most cartoonish forms.

I am not writing this post to lay down the TRUTH or OPEN YOUR EYES, MAN. The fact is I don’t know all the answers. But I do know bull when I see it, because I have learned some of these fine points of scientific thought:

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Claim: “A diet high in plant-based foods and  lower in saturated fats, coupled with regular exercise,  contributes greatly to overall health, both physical and mental.”

Extraordinary Claim: “Cutting all meat and dairy out of your diet cures cancer!”

There is sh*tstacks of evidence and research that concludes the former claim to be true. That is why it isn’t sensational sounding, nor does it say it is the be-all, end-all cure and panacea of human ailments. There are many other factors woven into health and well-being and the regular claim knows this. It is only stating what it can factually state. Now let’s take the extraordinary claim … “cures cancer, you say?” and ask where is this evidence?

ONESTUDY

Studies that are worth their salt are peer-reviewed and successfully replicated numerous times in other labs before the collective gets behind them completely. Anyone can do a study on anything and fudge facts or screw up their math or leave out some crucial step. So when some dude in a lab somewhere claims to have made pigs fly, cured cancer, found a definitive link between the MMR vaccine and Autism, etc., you have to ask if it has been backed up.

So, citing one half-assed rat study and ‘The China Study” (which both have more than a fair share of criticism) as definitive proof that meat causes cancer, diabetes, high blood pressure, heart disease and the blues,  while vegetables are the cure to all these diseases is flawed, to say the least.

CONSIDER THE SOURCE (1)

T. Colin Campbell, the maverick doctor at the forefront of this film, is the source of all this mindblowing information. The only original source. A red flag to watch for is the lone hero, up against the world, who wants to “blow the lid off this whole thing.”

TESTIMONIALS 

If they were, I would tell you all about my Aunt. She was a personal trainer, a marathon runner, an avid health nut and one of only 2 vegetarian/vegans in my entire family. By the time she was 47, she had developed Stage 4 colon cancer.  Clearly, then, vegetables cause cancer. The rest of us have been so far protected by cheeseburgers and bacon grease. I could flash a picture of Steve Jobs across the screen and say “Look what veganism did for this guy!” Then, I would add – in a snarky tone – “it seems consuming too many vegetables also causes prolonged episodes of megalomania and assholery.”

CORRELATION

Meat consumption went up! Dairy consumption went up! Cancer went up! Just look at these line graphs! …. yes but, Population went up! Use of new chemical compounds went up! Life expectancy went up! Sedentary lifestyles went up! Prescription drug use went up! Hormone therapy went up! The volume of rock n’ roll went up!

Another way these docs try to confuse correlation and causation is by spouting random facts with scary-looking graphics. “500% of Americans are Obese!” “This fast-food megasandwich is the equivalent of 3 sticks of butter.” “I am a fat diabetic.” “100% of our children will have type 2 diabetes for 60% of their lives.” “Americans are fatty boom-batties.” “Use of cholesterol drugs, like Liptor, went up 98% in the last seven minutes!” ”Did you know that heart disease is non-existent for folks in Africa, where they eat a plant-based diet?”

(Yeah, because they’re all dead by 40.) Once you consider the source of these “facts” and weigh the actual evidence to support them, it still is not a cohesive argument, no matter how good of an ‘anonymous fat butts walking down the street’ montage reel you have to back it up.

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Last but not least, if a documentary uses Bill Maher to support it’s hypothesis, GONG! It is done. Bill Maher is fine for opinions and a chuckle (sometimes), but that’s about it.

Look, I believe that regular exercise, plenty of veggies and fruits and whole foods does a body good. I believe that a healthy lifestyle can lower the incidence of some disease and lessen the severity of symptoms. But there was a point where a nutritionist brought up the fact of animal protein having the only source of complete amino acids and one of the interviewees responds with, “A potato has, what,  6% protein and that’s enough.” Well no one was debating how much protein one needs, they were questioning the claim that a person should solely consume incomplete proteins.

The filmmakers also brought out the obligatory parade of people who ate Dunkin Donuts for breakfast, Taco Bell for lunch and Culvers for dinner, who washed it all down with cans of Red Bull and CocaCola, to say “Look how healthy we are now that we’re on a vegan diet.” The fact that they started exercising too was glossed over and made to look like a natural byproduct of their new lifestyle. Well, no shit they’re healthier. I may be going out on a limb here, but my hypothesis is that they would be in great shape if they had some lean meat, fish, cheese and yogurt tossed in there as well. And for every vegan athlete in awesome shape, there are 40 who eat lots of  meat and are equally as awesome.

The fact is there are many factors contributing to ill health in America. Genetics, overconsumption, sedentary lifestyle, overmedication, stress and – yes – too much processed food all play a part. Science has only determined some of the roles these forces play in making us ill. It sure hasn’t found the cure for cancer, however, and there is no such thing as a panacea. Making these wild claims does a huge disservice to the gen pop by providing misinformation as fact, science as a joke, fanning the flames of conspiracy and creating not informed concern, but outright paranoia about what we eat and who is “in charge.” (Satan, head of the Monsanto board room, if you’re wondering.) Instead of inspiring people to ask the right questions and begin considering their lifestyle, these documentaries are creating more people who see the world in black and white and are unable to have a conversation on the topic without CAPS LOCK and words like “shill,” “sheeple,” “toxins,” and, the scariest phrase of all…. “THE TRUTH.”

On that note, a few years ago, I saw a documentary that balanced the line between humor and science fairly well: Bigger, Stronger, Faster* by Christopher Bell.  Other than that, I try to only watch lighthearted personal documentaries or documentaries that cover an event, like King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters, Pulling John, and Air Guitar Nation.

Viewer, be skeptical.

26 February 2012

Where I’ve Been (as if you care)

After my migraines, I injured my neck. This caused even more headaches, as the muscle created so much tension that it crept up the back of my head. It felt like someone cracked me with a 2x4, so I spent last weekend popping ibuprofen and wrapping a hot pack around my neck, to vey little avail.

When it finally receded, Wolfman’s cough turned into a nasty upper-respiratory infection. On top of that, he is cutting 8 teeth at once. The poor boy’s nose was so full of snot,  he couldn’t breathe through it, but his mouth was so full of drool, he couldn’t breathe through that, either. He was really struggling for a few nights. Then he got a fever. The same night this happened, Good Girl woke up crying that her ear hurt so bad she couldn’t sleep. Took her in the following morning to find out she has fluid in her ear. I asked the doc to look at Wolfman, too, because he had been crying for two days and nights straight. Apparently, with good reason – he had a double ear infection.

Of course this all coincides with the time Viking’s work schedule goes from regular 8-6 plundering and pillaging to full berserker mode. I don’t see him until well after all the kids have been put to bed.

The good news is Wolfman is doing much better, Good Girl’s ear is fine and the Viking should be back to regular hours after this weekend. Last night I finally got some sleep without my little guy moaning and crying and spraying infectious snotty drool in my face. But, as things go, I slept in a bad position and now my neck is jacked-up again. Life giveth and life taketh, right?

I have a few posts going up this week, as I will (hopefully) be busy putting graphite to paper and hammering out my first chapter. I will also be trying to work out again, just no more push-ups and sit-ups for the sake of my neck. Yes, I failed my challenges, but I am not down completely. I am going to be utilizing my treadmill and doing some yoga tapes I found on Nexflix for the next 6 or 7 weeks. I am going to keep it real simple until Disney. After that, my neck should be 100% and I will be free to screw it up again in spectacular fashion.

Sometimes I wish I was a cyborg.

cyborgNo, not that one.

terminatorNah, too monosyllabic and inflexible. 

NUP_102461_0007Stylish and sexy, but I need something more…

Samreplicator Here we go, this bitch would eat the other three for breakfast.

17 February 2012

I am going analog.

My newfound migraines have made me wary of my computer screen. Did I say “migraines”? I meant the inoperable and terminal brain tumor that is surely growing inside of my skull. It lurks there along with the ticking time bomb heart defect that causes my palpitations and the pancreatic cancer that masquerades itself as mild twinge-like nerve damage from my case of shingles a few years ago. It’s a wonder I’m not dead yet, huh?

In the meantime, I have decided that I am going to limit my time at the computer so I can give my eyes, and by “eyes,” I mean the tumor, a much-needed rest. So I am going to write the first draft of Black Tendrils in a notebook. I am hoping this will be good for me, being able to start from the beginning once again and then having a nice solid edit when I type it up in a few months (hopefully.) I have a feeling, though, it will just mean a lot of eraser shavings.

What will it be like to go back into time, before computers, and even the typewriter? Before the days of zillions of maddening distractions, just a mouse click away? No delete key, no forum chats with familiar strangers.  Just me and my mechanical pencils and composition notebooks…

15 February 2012

I Am Stuck

The Shining
I am stuck on one of my characters. He is an integral part to the plot and I have to get his story out, but it’s just not coming to me. I feel as if I cannot go on with the rest of my book until I hammer this out. And once I do, I will have to go back and re-tool everything. I am blocked, stalled, annoyed, irritable. I need a break, but I have children. There is no break for a few years. And now we’re in the last stretch of winter, which is a psychological slog no matter how much snow is or isn’t on the ground. All the coffee in the world isn’t going to save me. I just have to eke this out, word by painful word.

Perhaps this is one reason why I had such a visceral reaction to “The Paris Wife” the other week. I read all about how Hemmingway needed all this space and booze and fresh air and inspiration or he just couldn’t write. He had a private cottage he’d go off to every day. He was always booking wild vacations, getting tanked and being intellectual and existential with other lofty folks who all managed to shirk responsibility in the name of their art. Only then was he truly free to write his great American novel(s).

Well up yours, Earnest, you big p*ssy.

13 February 2012

The Paris Wife by Paula McLain

The Paris WifeThe Paris Wife by Paula McLain
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

I remember reading "The Sun Also Rises" in High School and thinking, what a bunch of a**holes. "The Paris Wife" reinforces my view of these terrible, selfish people. Every character appalled me, even Hadley. Ms. McLain brought the true nature of the scenester artist community to life and it is not a pretty portrait, no matter the era. Some may complain the characters, Hemmingway included, are shallowly drawn, but I went to art school myself and she has these people pretty well pegged. The doom and sadness she created with the slow death of Earnest and Hadley's marriage and the raw pain of having to kill youthful passions in exchange for maturity and responsibility moved me to tears, however I couldn't get past wanting to slap everyone in the entire book, with the exception of Earnest and Hadley's child, Bumby, and the french nanny who raised him.


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10 February 2012

Niches are Bitches

I am beginning to understand the whole social networking as a tool thing. I got on Twitter to see what all the fuss was about and I got back on facebook because I felt I was missing out on my extended family and staying in the loop with people who now use it as their primary communications platform. Also, I eventually intend to create a page for myself once I have finished my novel.

Ultimately, I do hope to promote my writing, but for the present,  I simply feel like I have to keep up or I’ll fall behind. Every resource repeats the same message, “Publishers no longer promote you unless you are a top-seller. ALL authors, indie and non, are responsible for their own advertising and marketing these days.” The other message is,  “social networking is the be-all, end-all of said marketing.”

I can’t argue with that. But it has become more and more apparent to me that I am not cut out to be one of the social-networking success stories. Why? I’m not a niche personality (nor am I famous.)

Blogs are successful when they have one theme: being a mommy or a daddy, a Christian, an atheist, a critic, a skeptic, a new age guru with natural cure for everything, a liberal, a conservative, a knitter, a tech whiz, a Mormon, or a purveyor of all things about one specific topic. People subscribe to these feeds because they are reliable sources that either bolster their lifestyle or keep them up to date on something specific so they can sound informed at their next dinner party.

Much to the disappointment of people who find this site googling “TARDIS,” my blog is not a Whovian haven. I am not really any of the aforementioned things, either. As much as I’d like this blog to be cooler and more relevant to independent authorship, the fact is I am just a normal person with simple interests who writes books. To pretend at anything else would be unauthentic.

Twitter users are successful when they are a celebrity. Let’s face it; unless you already have a following for being a niche voice in your field, a TV star, or have a habit of tweeting pictures of your ass in a bathroom mirror, no one is hearing a word you say or following you. The only people who can be completely random on the internet and still gain traction are famous people. And though it is cool to be able to connect with a famous person, the chances of them noticing your natural wit or your amazing novel , and actually retweeting you, are slim to none. This is not to say I won’t try, of course, just that I am aware of my odds.

I’ll do my thing and try to keep up with the times. We’ll see what happens. In the meantime, I promise I’ll just be, unabashedly, me. Thank you to my 26 google friend connect followers, 41 reader subscribers and the 30-70 people who click on my site on any given day - whoever you are, whatever you come for and why ever you stay -  for reading this random,  niche-less blog.

08 February 2012

Unfettered Will Fare the Fenris Wolf

I remember when you were my itty-bitty “baby Karl.”

6369911897_43164b253e_zAnd now you’re so much more.

You’re my little

Papa,

Captain Slaps,

Lord Bunsnballs,

BoBo

Sugar Dumpling,

Sugar Dumps,

‘Sug Dump,’

Sir Digby Chicken Caesar,

Googles McDougals,

and Lil’ Cockblocker.

You’re my special little guy.

And your boogers are full of sugar.

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Happy birthday, Wolfman.

Momma loves you ever so.