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And what an environment it is. Billed as the world’s largest art colony, the Brewery arts complex (former home of the Eastside and later Pabst breweries and the Edison Power Plant) felt like it could have been in Oregon, or upstate New York, anywhere but within the city of Los Angeles. The studios in the one-story buildings each had front “yards,” with plants, lawn furniture, interesting trinkets, and even a hot tub or two. Inside, while some of the studios had distinct living and working spaces (often the living spaces were the lofts upstairs), others had a more seamless flow between the two. It was fascinating to see how different each space was, reflecting the personalities of the artists. Some of those artists, by the way, were painfully shy, and it must have been weird for them to have strangers tromping through their combined homes/work spaces.
As might be expected, the artwork ranged from painting to photographs to jewelry, mixed media, video, and more. However, we found the prices to be surprisingly high, up to at least $ 9,500 (why do art prices so frequently end in multiples of $ 500?) Much of this art was not priced to sell, in my opinion, and, according to our observations, sell it didn’t. We only saw one item sold, an attractive and reasonably priced ($120 or less) lamp. I began thinking about the whole art vs. commerce tension. I can understand how many of these items must have taken scores of hours of painstaking work, and that the artists would not want to part with their babies for less than a sum that reflected all of that hard work. And perhaps many of these artists are selling commissioned pieces beyond the gaze of art tourists such as myself. But it seems to me that some of these artists could use a bit of marketing assistance (especially for those artists or their assistants who hid in the corner when potential buyers came through their studio doors).
This artist had a terrific PEZ collection. 3 Elvises on the right.
Likewise, I was pleasantly surprised that admission to the Artwalk was free. They could easily have charged a modest admission price of, say, $5 to $8, and still have attracted thousands of people. Moreover, we really lucked out on parking, which some say can be difficult. We showed up at after 1:30 p.m., and the parking staffers (who were pleasant and efficient) opened up some non-spots right inside the entrance to the neighboring UPS parking lot for us, so basically we got the third spot in. That also made for a quick and easy exit, and a very low-stress afternoon overall. The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
Speaking of cheese, the only knock I would give the Artwalk is the food. Inside the complex, there were basically two choices — the crowded Barbara’s restaurant, or the crowded food tent that was heavily biased towards meat items such as grilled hot dogs/sausages and beef ribs (and I am in no way intending to recall a certain verrrry long comments thread here from a few months ago). Whether or not one tries to take into account the demographics of who attends the Artwalk, it seems to me that more food options would make sense, and dollars.
So maybe next April, or next October, I’ll be back with my own snacks. But I’ll definitely be back.
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Jodi Kurland (jodi) on April 20th, 2010 @ 6:12 am
I love the Brewery Artwalk and often go twice a year. We only made it for a short time last Fall and didn’t manage to go this past weekend. I’m bummed, but will hopefully get there for the next one.
We all know that gender roles in media affect people mentally, and consequently physically. During childhood and adolescence these media exposure events become part of a constellation of sociocultural factors that promote a thinness schema for girls and the muscularity schema for boys amongst other ideals.
Consider these facts about the development of body image which begins developing when we are just newborns. A child immediately begins to explore what his or her body feels like and can do. This process continues his whole life. A child’s body image is influenced by how people around her react to her body and how she looks. A pre-adolescent becomes increasingly aware of what society’s standards are for the “ideal body.”
It is long known that the media (television, movies, magazines, etc.) have, since World War II, increasingly held up a thinner and thinner body image, (and now ever more physically fit image) as the ideal body configuration for women. The ideal man is also presented as trim, but muscular.
the association of attractiveness and thinness was present in over 100 female characters appearing in 23 Walt Disney animated films (cel cartoons) produced over a 60-year period.
Thin female characters in television situation comedies were more likely than heavier female characters to be praised by male characters, and less likely to be insulted by male characters.
Since the 1980s magazines have increasingly depicted the male body in a state of objectified undress, such that a significant focus for the camera and viewer is raw, exposed (“chiseled” or “ripped”) muscularity. This might be the reason my oldest son was chomping at the bit at fourteen to gain permission to start working out. (He didn’t get that permission until he was sixteen, but at that juncture he jumped right into it, buying a gym membership and start working on a “six pack.”
Most working class adolescent girls are dissatisfied with their weight and shape. A study done by ‘Field, et., al in 1999, found that 70% the girls stated that pictures in magazines influenced their conception of the “perfect” body shape, and over 45% indicated that those images motivated them to lose weight. Further, adolescent girls who were more frequent readers of women’s magazines were more likely to report being influenced to think about the perfect body, to be dissatisfied with their own body, to want to lose weight, and to diet.
Teen-age girls who viewed commercials depicting women who modeled the unrealistically thin (yet ideal by media standards), type of beauty, caused adolescent girls to feel less confident, more angry, and more dissatisfied with their weight and appearance. I wonder what the percentage is of girls that go on to form medical and psychological maladies like shyness, depression and others?
In a study on fifth graders, 10 year old girls and boys told researchers they were dissatisfied with their own bodies after watching a music video by Britney Spears or a clip from the TV show which showcased people thin “media ideal but uncommon in real life’ bodies.
In another recent study on media’s impact on adolescent body dissatisfaction, two researchers found that:
Teens who watched soaps and TV shows that emphasized the ideal body typed reported higher sense of body dissatisfaction. This was also true for girls who watched music videos. Reading magazines for teen girls or women also correlated with body dissatisfaction for girls.
Many children watch between two and four hours of television per day. The presence or absence of role models, how women and men, girls and boys are presented, and what activities they participate in on the screen powerfully affect how girls and boys view their role in the world. Studies looking at cartoons, regular television, and commercials show that although many changes have occurred and girls, in particular have a wider range of role models, for girls “how they look” is still more important than “what they do.”
In a 1997 study designed to study how children described the roles of cartoon characters, children (ages four to nine) “perceived most cartoon characters in stereotypical ways: boys were violent and active and girls were domestic, interested in boys, and concerned with appearances” (Thompson, 1997).
In another study, three weeks of Saturday morning toy commercials were analyzed. Within the sampling,
50% of the commercials aimed at girls spoke about physical attractiveness, while none of the commercials aimed at boys referenced appearance. What are we teaching our young girls and boys? Young males interacting with the toys or items being advertised, acted aggressively in 50% of the commercials aimed at them, while none of the girls behaved aggressively. Even voice-over for young male’s toys was overly presented with speed and aggression.
With regard to work roles depicted on television in a study doen by Sobiera in 1995, no boys had unpaid labor roles, while girls were mainly shown in traditional female jobs or roles of unpaid labor.
Dr. Nancy Signorielli, Professor of Communications at the University of Delaware examined the types of media most often viewed by adolescent girls: television, commercials, films, music videos, magazines and advertisements. While the study did find positive role models of women and girls using their intelligence and acting independently, the media presented an overwhelming message that girls and women should be more concerned with romance and dating (as it follows how they look and looks supposedly determine how successful they will be at their roles), while men focus on their strength, aggressiveness and occupations.
I would like to extrapolate out the conversation and ask you to consider the lasting effects of this ‘body image / gender moulding pre-occupation”. Can the high incidence in male and female dissatisfaction and deprssion be linked to these practices in our media or in a larger context, in our society?
Can we further say that physical maladies such as bulemia, anorexia and a host of anxiety disorders are a result of such seemingly unbalanced ideologies? I have to venture a ‘yes.’ Don’t forget about the boys. Consider the boys who are twelve and thirteen and already asking for ‘muscle building supplements.’ or ‘chin up bars.’ All you have to do is visit any MySpace profile pics for young boys and we see them flexing their muscles, which have yet to even finish developing! Our society is sexualizing, under contextualizing / and gender moulding our children into very narrow roles causing them to see a narrow purpose that is connecting attractiveness with general personal worth. These are dangerous times. Kids are worried that they don’t fit in. Worried that they don’t measure up. Some of them have acquired negative mental and physical manifestations of these anxieties and are killing themselves slowly or in a quick and deliberate way.
What can we do at a grass roots level? I invite discussion.
Going Veggie can change the world. It can make us healthier, it can relieve suffering, it can even make a huge dent in slowing down global warming…
For some of us, it’s an easy decision and lifestyle to adopt, and for some of us, we wish we could but for some reason we can’t and when we try… we get thwarted and we end up slopping a motherlode of “Redd Eye sweet relish” on a swollen juicy Nathan’s on a fluffy sesame seed bun. I’ve been there, and I also consider myself a former veggie. My ‘Veggie Identity began right around 1988 and lasted right on up until 1991. I had broken free from my ‘amino acid -savory-meats-addiction. I became a non flesh eater and felt wonderful, and free. Eventually I came back to meat like a battered lover. I was catapulted back into a bad symbiotic relationship. I needed the meat and the meat industry needed me. But my flash point incident slinging me back to my savory suffering wasn’t some juicy steak or In-n-out burger, ‘animal style’ It was a “Nathan’s Best” one of those lightly scorched colored ones that promises to plump and sweat with fat, (and yes a small percentage of indigenous nitrates).
I couldn’t say no to that sunburned torpedo of willy nilly fleshy matter, but it was more than that. I got off the health gravy train and back in bed with the helpless drooling flesh-o-philes mostly because people close to me were ‘feeding me nutritional propaganda.’ I was newly pregnant at the time and I was constantly warned about the supposed “dangers of staying veggie while pregnant!” Yes my first son, Garet, was proudly on the way and I craved female input on all things neonatal. Anything from the standard, “which diaper type is best for baby?” To, “what feeding pattern should I adopt?” or, how about “Should I pick up the baby every time it cries?” I was interested in all things relating to pregnancy health, happiness and of course maternal diet.
Some dubious advice offerers said, ‘You need to eat beef! you need the high amounts of protein that chicken and beef give you! All the while coyly nudging their left over plate of slow roasted BBQ toward me, “Think of your baby!” “HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY GET ENOUGH B12 FOR GOD’S SAKE.! or, HOW WILL YOU GET ENOUGH IRON AND MAGNESIUM FOR THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE BABIE’S BLOOD WITHOUT EATING BEEF?” …”And one of the most ill thought out prods was, “Look…this is SLOW ROASTED…and I CAN’T POSSIBLY eat it all, but you? you’re eating for two! You’ve got THAT BABY’S HEALTH IN YOUR HANDS! Well, impervious woman of steel I am not. But nor am I a shrinking violet. I was mostly ‘advice challenged and not so willing to go out on a lonely limb of nutritional independence I didn’t want to forge a new territory sans friends, their parties, their eating fests. I didn’t want to be the one with the Scarlett “V” on my Princess cut maternity sweater. Suffice to say I was a bit spineless and totally awash with pregnancy confusion. You see fending off Gale force female pressure with no basement to quickly duck away into, was a very tough gig. Soon I would be ‘restarted’ on a pattern of nonchalantly eating my mooing, furry and feathered friends.
My well-meaning but sadly mis-informed friends howled again and again “we just CARE for you!!!”
They bellowed painfully as their faces crunched up and eyebrows turned up in sadness. I began to think I was very wrong about my position without meat. It was a pseudo-warm-fuzzy guilt-laden blitzkrieg. In the end I didn’t have good information to help me resist their wails of impending disaster.
Since Al Gore hadn’t yet tweaked his nose a la Samantha Stevens style, and blinked the internet existence, I couldn’t simply surf The “INTERNETS” which we all know he invented. I couldn’t find out where the pregnant veggie women went to get their goods. I also couldn’t drill down to the street level and even check out the neighborhood I was to waddle through.
Suffice to say I had no way to substitute the ‘quick and dirty’ slab of animal meat for something wonderful healthy and tasty. Had I been able to do do all this back in the time of analog, I wouldn’t be dealing with my animal flesh habit right now.
I don’t consider myself ‘meat conflicted,’ incidentally, an ingenious little term, which by the way was thought up by my dear cousin Marcie, now has the esteemed etymological distinction of coining on Facebook last night. (We’ll see if Urban Dictionary picks this up by next week), and my suspicion is they do…
Unfortunately I consider myself “relapsed.” It’s a renewed torture this minor animal flesh habit. This sounds pretty gross but I hate to tell you people shoveling a piece of medium rare steak a piece of Ikea flatware, or gnawing on the leg of Wilbur the pig, we’re all in this together. Can ‘meat lust’ be like any other addiction? I would return a vote of ‘yes.” Can Dr. Drew Pinsky build an MTV show on this addiction? Not sure, but my tendency is to say no. Is it the most pervasive addiction? Strangely enough… probably. How many of us see the act of keeping animal meat in our diet as an unrelenting and purely human instinctual ‘need?’ Many of us think so. We can’t live with out it we say. Well I offer…maybe not.
Maybe we can actually ‘break the habit!’ This is the good news for the “meat conflicted.” What if we can stop this ‘gastric meat lust’ and simply employ some logical strategies to help us lose this “taste?,” No longer do we have to feel the dichotomy of, hate for the animal processing industry, and the relenting and guilt we feel as we reach for a burger or a big fat drippy rib eye. Now we can look at our desire to eat animal meat as an addiction. Every other ill in our society for which we cannot seem to control soon gets deemed an addiction anyway! So why not?…For every ‘addiction’ there are plans consisting of 4, 5, 7 or 12 steps. And when the plan doesn’t work, sadly, some type of pill is usually dispensed to finish the job. The addiction to meat CAN and should be corralled. Why not? there are tons of healthy people who really ‘get’ why going veggie is a good thing, There are people who have either lost their desire for meat or never developed it. For those of us former Wilbur-eaters, it will take a commitment, reminders, commaraderie and support.
Here are some ways to quell “meat lust” and live a happier, healthier life:
1) slowly cut the ounces of meat that you include in your diet by 1/2 oz each week. Add more fluids, and increase your regular serving of vegetables on your plate by 1/4. Decrease the meat and add veggies, nuts, flax, grains and root vegetables.
2) Add 2 oz of your favorite snack nut to your dessert or just have the snack nuts (watch the salt if you have to! – unsalted is usually available) as your after meal treat. Jazz up the nuts if you need to, add some cane sugar, but don’t dust them like a bad 70’s christmas tree. the point is to slowly move away from the craving and introduce alternate proteins.
3) Utilize the many forms of soy! Soy is a joy. Cook with soy, use soy as an additive! Soy’s come a long way. Don’t hate on the soy. Make it your friend.
3) Research protein alternatives (It’s easy since Al Gore discovered the Intertet(s). …Be diligent and add enough each day so as to keep up your specific recommended daily amount correct per your weight. Especially if you are pregnant. It’s really not that hard. Thanks to Al, there are tons of websites that you can peruse for tips, even full on meal plans.
4) Inform yourself of the latest events in the political action against processors that run askew of general respect, health and humanity of animals. Make your voice heard. Have a vested interest in seeing the animal processing industry clean up it’s act. Donate funds, your time or just plain talk, blog, or communicate about it.
5) Find friend and social networking groups that will encourage you. Veggies have risen and shirked their negative generalizations. Advocate. Renew your commitment to life and all living things each year.
6) Dine with people who support your convictions and respect you. Talk about the issues facing animals, people and nutrition.
7) Visit a slaughter house (if you are brave), and see firsthand why you are committing to a life without the contribution to cruelty.
Being a vegetarian is not trendy, cool or hip. Respecting living things THROUGH BEING A VEGETARIAN is cool and hip!
Let’s help each-other and let’s help animals. Break the meat addiciton. Implore animal processors to play by the rules (if we can’t initially shut the bad guys down), at least they can and should be accountable to ‘we the people.’ We are the consumers. We are the people who create the demand at the markets in the first place!
I really don’t need my body anymore, it’s just causing me problems. I’m really upset that my brain decided to forshadow an “event” and create such a rush of agitation, bewilderment and commotion. I’m sure that neurologists, anesthesiologists, interns, and the like waited like hungry hyaena under faux gum tree cover just outside the Emergency Room at the ‘newly re-designed’ Huntington Memorial Hospital. Swallowing their baded breath, eager to “figure out my brain mystery” and get a little piece of the ‘disaster pie,’ every kind of medical mortal, a few days ago, was invoked in my honor.
When I felt, what the doctors now call a ‘thunder-clap’ headache, (no it’s not some sort of head swelling associated with a venereal disease, but an uncommon
sudden onset headache), I was astounded, a bit frightened, and knew at the moment it struck that something was askew. Very badly askew. This wasn’t just some sort of tension thing, nor was it ‘the worst migraine’ you could ever imagine, it was a lightening bolt to the brain, whom felt as though it had no recourse but to explode.
Holding my head in my hands and falling onto my bed, I told my husband through whispers, “something’s not right.” What an understatement that was. I could see that, his face was white. He tucked me into our little Mini Cooper and off we went bumping and thumping along the ill-repaired 210 freeway. Once we arrived, the supposedly trained, ‘laymen looking’ triage team scanned my face and looked at me with suspicion. I was sure they were thinking, “yah, right lady, headache…come to the emergency room…oh sure…you’re sick…riiiiight….ah ha…okay.” I peered at them through my hands and said, “I feel like i’m gonna die..”
After sitting in an intentionally uncomfortable chair, (they don’t want fakers to get comfy I would assume), I searched for a flat place to lay down, no dice. For some strange reason there is no place to do this in an E.R. (Which smacks of serious un-coolness as most people with real emergencies don’t want to; or can’t be, upright for too long!) The E.R. rats got me in semi-quickly (guess they thought better of their quick visual and sneering assessment when I threw up into one of their ash trays – I was thinking, “There! You see?” Proven with vomit!
Surprisingly I quickly got a CT scan and then was sent out to wait, non-supine, I might add… to be called in for a lumbar puncture. Wait!? did they say, “lumbar puncture?” isn’t that a fancy way to spin a “SPINAL TAP?” ‘why yes, dear’ i heard my own voice say…There I was, a wikipedia-informed girl with a pounding headache that was making all information foggy, slow and sort of otherworldly. I definitely heard, “Lumbar Puncture.
‘ My husband looked at me with his handsome dark eyes and grimaced and said, “well, honey, they have to rule out a ‘brain event,’ the CT scan is only 98% accurate, and we want to be 100% accurate. That’s just great, I thought…you marry a guy whose employment history includes quality control and measurement analysis, and that’s what you get…”the quest for 100% accuracy.” I should have been happy about his insistence in total quality management and accuracy, but I was so scared of the dreaded “spinal tap” that I would have been happy to roll the dice.
I jauntily stepped toward the wheel chair, helped by a miniature Paula Abdul with a gold tooth and a starbucks cup in her hand,
and swung my bum into the canvas chair. I rolled to my torture room, where a bespectacled and bearded phlebotomist awaited my fresh blood filled arms. Being quiet and anti-compliant as my body has always been, it’s veins quietly rolled and shrank in horror as the phlebo’s large gauge needle approached it’s endolethium. I knew this wasn’t a good sign, it was obvious my body was not interested in having an I.V. inserted, nor was it happy about the impending lumbar puncture. I had never had never joined my fellow birthing friends in accepting an epidural as an analgesic to the direct pain of childbirth, though they sang the praises of them. I had a bad experience with epidural with my first and only one at Andrew’s birth. The tap itself didn’t hurt , but it was the medicine they sent through it was what really caused a strange effect on my body temporarily paralyzing me so that the baby had to be palpated out of me! read: ‘squeezed’ out of me by nurses and doctors. But with this procedure, they are just drawing out some fluids. what could be simpler? or less nefarious anyway? i reasoned.
My body was right. What started out routine was quickly seeming barbaric, as the 22 gauge needle went into the epidermis (the doctor gave me the ‘ol…’this is to help you not to feel pain’ routine) – but here’s the dichotomy; which the patient is usually too sick, woozy or plain slow to suss out…and that is that, THE DOCTOR IS STICKING A NEEDLE INTO YOU (WHICH IS PAINFUL RIGHT?) IN ORDER THAT YOU DON’T FEEL PAIN!! Well this conjecture is obvious, but as a person in pain or some sort of intractable position, you just don’t want to bone up to any critical thinking at a time like that. The needle went into my back with a burn and i let out a quashed yelp. The doctor was mid-diatribe of a blatant description of what his tools were doing to me during the procedure, and what they would be doing after the invasive procedure. A larger needle has then entered into the crevice between my L3 and L4 vertebrae and was now ‘SUCKING’ fluid out of me! This wouldn’t sound so bad if it didn’t FEEL SO WRONG!
Apparently your brain immediately senses the loss in cerebral spinal fluid and momentarily turns in your cranium. It’s no longer floating correctly being bathed in cerebral spinal fluid! Your world spins, you want to wretch and there is hot lightening in your back along with a weird sucking ache from where the needle’s collection compartment is being changed quickly so as to draw at least 20cc from you. That’s alot of CSF and your brain can’t make it that fast. I was given oxygen (STAT, is what i heard through my Easy Rider floatation experience, where I heard my voice far far away from me, as I screamed and called for Steve my husband). It actually flashed through my mind that I might now know what torture actually is and how the Abu Gharib prisoners might have heard their own voices as experienced water-boarding! I had been ‘outside’ of myself for a moment and it was shocking and strange. During my ‘out of body weirdness’ I heard the ER doc in a tight muted but still panic-stricken voice tell the Nurse’s assistant to get me ‘on the heart monitor’ and get me ‘oxygen STAT!’ I was back in my body as soon as they layed me down and gave me oxygen. I can’t help think that all of this would have been bearable had Nigel Tufnel been floating around there with me, telling me that ‘you can’t dust vomit,’ or ‘this one goes to eleven.’ with his longish cleft chin and seventies-like feathery- do.
That would have been the virtual WD-40 to the fix I was in, but we all know that reality bites and neither Mr. Tufnal, nor the effervescent, charmingly dim but hugely likable Mr. Derek Smalls couldn’t have soothed me at the time.
After resting for the predisignated time, signing oodles of paper, and drinking the prescribed amount of fluids, I was told the L.P. showed no cranial blood, so I wasn’t having a stroke, hemmorage, or an anyeurism. I was happy. My brain was happy. I was put in a wheelchair and released me to the cloistered but cool confines of our Red Mini and into the loving hands of my hugely helpful husband Steve.
When I got home I layed down for an hour or so and felt pretty good, save for the headache! Nackers! that’s what I started out with! Well it wasn’t the nefarious sort, that blasted “Thunderclap” species. I payed no mind. The addage, ‘no pain no gain’ was somewhere on the tip of my tongue as I washed a cereal bowl or two, so that the kids had some clean ones to choose from. Placing the last bowl into my strange looking Ikea dish drainer, my spine started to course with lightening. The electrical charge went all the way up to my head and my entire back, and was seizing up quickly. Even while laying down and not moving, the pain increased until it was unbearable. Soon any whispering wind through the window that caused me to slightly flinch caused the electrical shocks and tightness. I could not move. I spent the night taking ibuprophen hoping that this was just a stage and that the L.P. was in such a sensitive area that this must be one of the stages of ‘getting through it, to get better.” By the next morning, the birds were singing and I woke up with tears meandering down my cheeks. ‘Back to E.R.” my mother said, who had kindly come to ‘watch me, handle the house and ‘kid-stuff’ during the day while my husband went to work. Back in the glaringly fluorescent E.R., the gum chewing facebook updating certified technicians rambled about ‘what restaurant to get take-out from. “Look, I’ll shave my chinstrap if you don’t like Zancou Chicken, one semi-bearded thrity-something male pleaded ‘ The elder of the flock gave a concerned look and sent out a scout apparently to retrieve a wheelchair for me. I watied a few minutes until ‘chinstrap’ came back and announced that they were going to admit me and do a ‘blood patch.’ Once in the procedure room it was explained to me that the lumbar puncture had breached my dura and the resulting hole had not closed. furthermore, what seemed to be life-giving CSF was leaking out! I wondered if I’d soon be again listening to myself from far away and up above if everything leaked out!? My mind was racing, outstripping logical thought. Soon I was prepped, shorn and put into one of those ridiculously cheery patterned gowns. Mine had cherry fruits with small laughing faces on them. Not a sign of luck. I laid on the thin operating table ready for the procedure and the door opened once again. I was staring right into the eyes of the host of “Man-vs.-Food.”
Okay, you have to be a food channel viewer to key into what I’m talking about here. My anesthesiologist was a carbon copy, I mean TWIN of Adam Richman, the host of “Man-vs.-Food” an amazingly funny show. I should have taken this as a sign of good luck but I was shivering with fear and the comfort of a funny celebrity twin doing my procedure was no match for my tenuousness. I soon found out that the “fix” to my ‘leaking cerebral spinal fluid problem’, was to go in the same way, and then pump in my own blood in hopes of it forming a “patch.” This did not calm me. I will admit, “Man-vs.-Food-twin” was kind, explanatory, sweet, and explained the entire procedure to me. I figured I’d get the meat of the matter, and this answer would either soothe me or sink me. I asked boldly whether this typically hurts as much as a lumbar pucture. MVF – twin just grimaced (he looked even more like his long lost t.V. land twin. but sans ketchup, hot sauce or bits of pickle on the corner of his mouth. He offered, “well, all I can say is that we’re going back into the same area. There! I had my answer. As I bared my precious L3 and L4 to him draping my torso over a padded stainless surgical steel tool tray, I squeezed the hand of a nurse that looked alot like my mother. I shivered, tried to stay still, and took a deep breath. I hardly felt the needle! and MVF (Man-vs.-Food) injected the blood that he had drawn from my arm quietly into my back.
He finished the procedure, put a band aid type patch on my back, took off the surgical masking and came around to talk with me. Beaded sweat permeated his brow, his side face area and upper lip were soaked. Was he worried? Was he running in circles as the needle was sucking up fluid? maybe he had been doing some Billy Blanks exercises in order to keep his ‘core’ toned, you know you gotta fit those into your everyday life! as Billy says…but my senses were thinking critically. He was nervous.
Over the next few days, at home I once again became an electrical pin cusion and proceeded to partial paralysis. This time in E.R. I was admitted, and MRI’s were ordered. I pictured myself like a hot dog being stuffed into a cornbread wrap being heated up with magnets. This didn’t help,
Once at the MRI lab I invoked great joy in the MRI technicians as they realized that the patient they were setting up and sliding into the machine was a latent clausterphobe! Imagine getting a patient on a gurney only to pull them out 30 seconds later crying, saying that they ‘just can’t do this’ because they felt like they were being entombed? That was me. I never would have known until that moment, but the fear is very real. My husband expained to me that the MRI was open at the other end! (Stupidly noone had shown me the full architecture of the machine, nor does one have a vantage point when laying on a gurney so as to see that the machine is actually open on the other end). Nevertheless, my husband stood at the other end and stroked my forehead and hair until the test was done. What a cool guy. he represented a way out if I absooutely had to get out. It’s comforting to know that if you ‘freak out,’ for lack of a better term, that someone can rescue you.
I spent the next two days doing tests and finally, amazingly…got the one brain MRI that peratained to the original problem and wasn’t just damage control. That MRI unequivocally ruled out any past brain event that might have been the reason for the ‘thunderclap’ / ‘sudden onset headaches’ FINALLY! but…even when you think you’ve got complete honesty and intractibility, you get spin. As great as the hospital staff was (demanor, care, manner, attentiveness, services..) once admitted, every good scenario seems to have it’s caveat. “Your brain is perfect!, the MRI shows a healthy brain! the attending doctor said.- we, however cannot rule out this as a precursor to an upcoming event in the future, as this was an MRI without contrast.” But we don’t forsee anything because your veins are all clear! There is no sign of mass or distress!
This is when it’s a good thing to be an optimist, or a non-critical thinker, or even just to be the type of person that ‘spin’ actually works on. I could be called a pessimist, but I think realist is a better description. It could still happen. It could happen to anyone for that matter. I don’t want it to happen, but I am savvy enough to know that this hospital and it’s doctors were doing ‘damage control’ and ‘making me feel better about my situation. Neverheless they actually did seem to care, which is so rare these days. To actually have that translated to you, whether you are a consumer, a patient, an employee…it takes a well trained and well selected group of people to translate this through their jobs.
I’m glad this hospital kept ‘spin’ to a min. I can’t say they didn’t engage in a little bit of it, but they did it to keep me from worrying about something which none of us can control. Forcing doctors to tell the unequivocal truth is important. I do understand the semantics used about my MRI. What can I do about it? what can anyone? Until then, no worries. I have the choice to put those possiblities in the back of my mind and use them as experiences whose data might need to access one day in a even life-threatening circumstance. To the medical industry thanks for the care but don’t spin me…unless you’ve got Nigel, Derek, David and the gang standing down waiting to hang out with me.
Ah…the diabetes epidemic, it’s epic and it’s sad.
Why are there so many people with diabetes? 23.6 million people—7.8% of the population! “Why?” is the million dollar question, but It’s not too hard to generate a pretty likely hypothesis. If we look at the basic machinations of business, or, the way our food industry and national economy have changed, and the ever growing number of diabetics in the United States, it’s not hard to see a pattern. Here’s what I see. The food industry more and more has evolved to produce largely low quality highly processed foods, food companies have answered the distress call from 2 income families strapped for time and have produced quick serve inexpensive meals and accompaniments at very inexpensive prices. This is great for busy parents and even singles who come home tired and have to throw a meal together in thirty minutes or less, but… In the process the ingredients necessary to provide products largely consist of uber-processed materials.
Uber-processed: vacant of much nutritional value.
High in fat, carbs and / or a high glycemic index (which means it hardly takes any time for the body to turn the food into sugar, and most of it gets stored as fat) Uber processed means that it can have the likes of High Fructose Corn Syrup or other nefarious sugars, fats, oils, conditioners, bulking agents, coatings, thickeners, gums and colloids contained in it. Even savory products can contain sugars like HFCS, xyanthan gums, colloids, or even titanium dioxide which is not assimilated by the body and it is just used as a whitening agent. (did you know that white chocolate is not chocolate at all? it’s all the other ingredients in chocolate without the cocoa powder but with the addition of titanium dioxide? ) That’s what makes it white! Betcha don’t eat white chocolate anymore….it’s franken food for sure.
Franken-Food feeds diabetes
Given enough time, Uber pr0cessed food (Franken-food) contributes to diabetes. One of the major problems is that the food companies have strayed very far from what is considered “real food”. Why has this happened? It’s all in order to keep the food companies competitive in a struggling economy, or in ANY type of economy to be exact. Whether it’s cruising along, or sinking under the weight of inflation, food companies will keep re-developing their existing products to keep a profit margin, or just to stay ahead of the competition. It’s all about the almighty buck. This food matrix has been in progress since our food chain became corporate owned a slow process over many years. It’s just the business of business with competition at the core. When business gets tough products are re-formulated with ever cheaper ingredients. But what about the product that goes on the shelf? The customer may be Vons and the items sold may be vons syrups, or vons yogurt. Now the consumer is buying a product that is not exactly the same (that’s okay actually, as long as the product has the same body, taste and the ingredients are exactly what is listed on the packaging), but when real sugar gets substituted with high fructose corn syrup (which acts compeltely different in your bloodstream) or a a natural starch, in a yogurt, is changed to a colloid or a certain type of gelatin in order to hold the body of the product. The consumer can be surprised by the change or not notice it at all. It’s just business right? Well in some cases. Sometimes products are “changed to death” I call it. Take the highly regarded “Chips Ahoy.” No…please! TAKE THEM!!! really! they suck now! …But really those cookies have been changed so mightly and so often that in my opinion, they have become the flagship of Franken-Food!, they have become so processed and different than their original incarnation that I refuse to waste my money on them anymore. I used to LOVE LOVE LOVE them! No longer. They are dry, crumbly, lack luster in taste, color and appeal. They remind me of a double walled 250 pound test cardboard box. Yes, I used to be a buyer…you guessed it…of food ingredients and packaging.
Away we go to the produce and meat and organic section
I understand what an R&D food lab does to stay ‘relevant’ cost wise, but to me…there are limits. Or at least there should be. Someone should tell that to Nabisco. The guys that continue to peddle “Chips Ahoy” cookies to people too young to know what they are supposed to taste like. Our food has gone from relatively healthy in the 1950’s …okay it was fatty and fried, but at least it was REAL!!!) on through the 1960’s to the beginning of the “diabetes age” which is currently in full swing and started in the mid 70’s. I believe that most of the food on American retail grocery shelves can and should be classified as “frankenfood.” Just start reading ingredients in the grocery store. Our family made a pledge to cut out High Fructose Corn Syrup and in addition any type of diet sugar. It has not been easy finding products on the grocery store shelf that lack either of the two! It seems to me that the only natural items to be found in the modern day grocery store are in the produce or meat section. Even there you have to make sure and find the section that is marked “organic” or “without hormones.” The organic section, which most markets now have, contain items that are sometimes twice the price of the beautiful franken-veggies, sometimes they even cost three times more. “Real food” is what the name “organic” should be changed to, it’s much simpler, more true. But if it was simply called “Real food” do you think that retailers could make the consumer swallow such an increased price? I don’t think so. Organic sounds like an uncommon process that takes time and special concern and therefore, well…it’s worth the extra money right? better for you? special? Not. Those are the ugly vegetables that the REAL ones the ones that we should have been eating all along! , It’s a shame that we have been duped into throwing away extra money on a selling point, when they are really selling our regular vegetables back to us the way they USED TO BE before the farming industry decided to help nature produce at the most convenient time and with a prettier color and condition.
So, when you go to the “real food” section, you see labels like: “Boutique mushrooms” or “heirloom” this or that. but who can afford to buy the real food? Yes some of us can, but most of us say why should we? The process that the American food system has followed has been a sad one powered by the machinations of business and inherent capitalism. Not that there’s anything wrong with capitalism, it’s what makes America go, and what gives us healthy competition to be better and better, but maybe it’s not right for the food industry. Making food for ever increasing profit is innately going to fail the health of the people of America. A failure for the people but a success for business. Where is the collective conscience of the American Food Industry? Why have we not see an action group that will first of all admit that “making food for profit” is a tall order that is only destined to fail consumers? Or advocate for a “real food” / ” meaningful food content standard?” Just as the Mad Cow (Bovine Spongiform Encephalitis scare raised concerns and forged certain controls in the meat industry (whether they worked or not), those ideas of taking control of something in our food industry that was out of control, is beneficial. It’s time to encourage the food industry to balance the quest for profit with the responsibility they hold as first and foremost providers of nutrients to the masses. Is there a way to change our system or the supply chain in order to encourage this change? It is true that business must survive but at the expense of increasing diabetes through offering food items increasingly void of nutrition is irresponsible. Franken-food has fast become the majority of the food our nation is fed on. Most of the products on our shelves (major grocery chains that serve most of our country and thus most of the citizens of the united states) have products that contain HFCS (High fructose corn syrup)* some type of color, artificial or added “natural” flavors and colors,preservatives for extensive shelf life among other food agents.
One Franken food leader rises to the top of the ranks
One hundred percent sucrose (Sugar) got a bad rap back in the late 60’s and it got worse in the late 70’s, the word was out that it was making people gain weight and that calories mattered more than ever. The real problem was that HFCS was introduced and so was aspartame and they were being formulated into coke and pepsi. Sure people were using more and more sugar, but the real truth was that Coke and Pepsi’s war was heating up and as they competed and lowered prices to gain customers, they were re-formulating to keep their profit margin and yet offer their drinks in larger and larger serving containers! The only way to do this was to substitute 100% sucrose for HFCS. High Fructose Corn Syrup reacts differently in the human body causing the insulin levels to be come abnormal. Our society is drinking an steadily increasing amount of soft drinks such as diet coke since the late fifties and now these products contain aspartame (Diet Coke to this day has aspartame on it’s ingredient statement I just looked about days ago), or other sweeteners which hold back the calories but have an extreme effect on blood glucose levels (the brain still perceives diet sugar as sweet in fact tests show it is ‘perceived’ as sweeter and the body’s insulin levels react accordingly. and reacts as so!). So it seems it isn’t really the real sugar that is making everyone fat, it is the franken food ingredients such as HFCS and the high glycemic foods in our dirts. sugars….Sugar is in everything from bar-b-que sauce to tomaoto sauce and of course cake mixes and cereal and even in savory sauces you mix with water and pour over your pork chops for dinner. Most of it contains HFCS. Our country is starving for real food and we are eating ourselves sick, but we are being provided food that is making us sick. We are sick with diabetes and commingling ailments as a result of diabetes.
Refuse to walk down Franken-Food aisles!
In the process our bodies assmililate this sugar (most of which is high glycemic) too quickly and store it as fat. We can eat less and yes still stay fat or even get fatter on very little food. Some people say…”Hey! I hardly eat anything, only diet food when I actually DO eat! and I still gain weight! Well the problem is what’s in the food. Oh, and yes exercise can help but even if you get out there everyday, you must rid your body of franken food, which it does not know what to do with but store. The only way this can change for Americans en masse is for the masses to revolt. I’m talking about a food revolt. We need to consciously decide to only buy real food. Buy the organic (err…REAL fruits and vegetables), and dairy without hormones and additives and finally meats with no hormones or chemicals. it means foregoing ANY processed foods. No Uncle Ben’s mix it up mashed potatoes. It means buying the potatoes that haven’t been sprayed (yes they might look a little uglier), but that’s REAL FOOD! it’s like getting so used to seeing everyone with nose jobs, chin implants and boob jobs that we forget what REAL PEOPLE look like. They come in all different shapes, sizes, colors, nose shapes, lengths of chins and there’s a reason for it all…natural selection and personality identification within a group. Anyway, we must refuse to walk down the aisles with the Coke, Sprite, even the Crystal Light! (Crystalline Fructose). We must tell the food industry that they must treat consumers health as gold and that if they want to sell to us, they must make ‘healthy food’ number one in the equation. They cannot sell us food that fits our price point IF the food is detrimental in ANY WAY to our bodies. This is why our country is the leader in diabetes. Body image is impacted as the body grows to abnormal size and a feeling of uselessness, sadness takes over thereby increasing the depression. As doctors prescribe antidepressants to the depressed individuals, their bodies take on more weight as most medications to treat depression also increase appetite, and if that person is still hooked on franken-foods, the cycle enriches and widens perpetuating it’s self. Pretty soon the only thing keeping the individual from deep medical depression or worse are the pills themselves that are making them fat. Who wins? The food industry is staying afloat doing this (selling it’s franken food), and the pharmaceutical industry is having a field day off of the profits of medication for depression. Never have I seen more commercials for a widening array of depression medication in my life. This process is not easy to see at the outset but nevertheless this cycle becomes apparent with some reading and watching what is happening in our society.
We want real food and we want it now!
It seems to me that saying “NO” to “Uber-processed foods,” “Franken-foods” would be a start. Let’s just stop walking all the aisles of the store and just circulate in the fruit / vegetable , meat and dairy areas. Let’s buy the ingredients to make our own bread. We don’t have to give that up, but we can sure make it without dough conditioners right? and preservatives right? If enough people say NO to uber-processed foods / Frankenfood, the food manufacturers will provide what the people want. A bonus to saying “NO!” to Franken-Food is that farmers and farm co-0ps will have no reason to use mega-pesticides and dangerous agents in order to have a perfect looking crop, as there will be no demand for those perfect fruits and vegetables, and farm-workers may actually have the benefit of staying healthier as they come into contact less and less with these dangerous chemicals in their workplace. We are who the food marketers study. We are the people creating the “trends” In order to react to the marketplace, they watch our every move. Remember what WE BUY is what keeps THEM in business. We have the control. We the people. We are the marketplace. Let’s show them what we want. We want health, we want to be rid of diabetes as a society. We want real food and we want it now.
Will anybody talk to me? anyone? anyone? Bueller? Aparently just when we thought we couldn’t get any more desperate to connect, we do. So here’s Chatroulette mind you! I guess it’s better that there’s a person just as eager to connect by accident or through fate to another person instead of a bullet to the brain. I’m sure using it can be as painful as a bullet to the brain at times! Looks easy enough but I wonder if a tag line like “So lonely you wanna just shoot yourself in the head? then try Chatroulette!” or “Don’t be stupid just because you don’t have friends… play CHAT roulette instead.” Or how about, “Meet random boring non-speaking people who may type a few words to you, or may not want to talk to you at all based on your looks, and consequently hit the “next” button within the first 2 seconds!” The most telling tag line would be…”Use our social networking site until the feds take it down citing the nefarious “next button” as a contributing factor to teen depression and low self esteem!” I smell tons of Chatroulette addictions and legal cases on the horizon. There could even be an MSNBC nightline story in the works, where they’ll put Shooter Jennings in for Peter Jennings as ‘ol Pete went to the chatroulette lounge in the sky… and Shooter? …well he resonates with the MTV crowd and the YouTuber generation! It’s natural. He’s playing Coachella right? Okay then. Chatroulette basically is it’s own innate supply and demand! What could be better? First the site’s architects used the resonating desperation and depression and the ever increasing “nature-deficit” of afflicted teens who are locked in dark rooms inavertantly basking in EMF’s from computer screens all day…and then solve that big ‘ol collective hole in their hearts by offering up strange people at the end of some packets of code over an ip address! to visually classify them! Nice job, multimedia site wizards! nice job. Basically these kids and adults are hooking up with strange and loney people who don’t necessarily want to talk to eachother! If your an emotional elitist, you’ll just love the pain that the “next” button inflicts on an eager young loner. If you are a masochist you’ll just love being “nexted” and you’ll probably think of really insane things to do during that “first look” from the lucky viewer that happens to pop in on your monitor, order to get the satisfaction of being ‘nexted” I think this social networking service says loads about the American Psyche. We are bored, friendless, locked in, longing, and yet hopeful still. We are reaching out but somehow we don’t truly ‘want to connect. If we did, we’d be outside together, talking, walking checking out life – where we could talk, touch, feel and genuinely make good on getting to know someone. Unfortunately friendships are only formed once both parties decide to ‘keep listening,’ ‘keep giving that person another chance.’ When we decide to make a commitment to ‘see what that person is all about’ is then and only then do we actually make ‘friends.’ Friendship is a process, not a quick look and a “next” or a one line chat. For those that aren’t in it for ‘friends,’ chatroulette has become a “slow-sift” way to find other pornsters willing to video chat and show it all. Somehow I don’t see the benefit in this site, but it will be interesting to see what people ultimately do with it. Merton’s video where he goofs on random folks on Chatroulette is classic. His experiment was hilarious. I had the video posted here but Youtube, who hosted it, unfortunately had to take it down due to a permissions conflict. The good news is that I’ve posted an interview with Merton here instead.