Food and the Holidays

I’ve got issues with both, but I’ll be there.  

Belief-wise I’m more or less a monotheist with Buddhist leanings.  Theological discussions I “win” because it’s less “winning” and more understanding my “opponent” and finding common ground.  Walking away with mutual respect, that is a ‘Win’ in my book.

So many aspects of “religion” are bound in communal attempts to get people to interact without conflict.  A big aspect of these deal with a weird thing I’ve got.  

I can’t eat non-seafood meat without hurting.  

There’s a visceral appreciation for gnawing into a venison steak that I could pick up and use to both re-target aggression, and condense into a targeted determination to take care of my current hunter-gather beta male tendencies.  (Alpha male primates are overrated.)

On to the important bit…  Food and the Holidays…  Why me?

Food is a sacrament that transcends all but community.  I’m a good guest, told a better host, but I’ll find something to eat.  I’m a competent enough cook, I’ll get creative if I have to.  Turn it into a unique experience.  

But in a spread, you need to realize, I see the fatback in the green beans, I can taste the chicken broth in the mashed potatoes, the little things that are otherwise ‘OK’, but cause me hours of suffering.  Sometimes you can hide it, but it comes back and attacks, eventually.

Add alcohol, and…  My system is VERY efficient.  It purges well.  I haven’t touched a Tom’s pizza in…

[Checked when Vampire: Bloodlines was in my hands, along with the happy t-shirt from the pre-order.  Night off, bought a cheap pizza and a six pack.]

Nine years.  I’ve got bleach stains you don’t want the particulars of.

Dominoes has chicken fat in their white sauce.  FYI.

I love food.  Anybody continuing to wonder why I’ve gotten all ghetto gourmand in the last few years?   What can be done with spices escalates the last borderline efforts of community stronger than alcohol can.  You can live without alcohol.  You can’t live without food.

City of Heroes is dying.  Send off date is 11/30/12.

Star Wars: The Old Republic is not.

I will miss both when they find their end.  But the latter has a few years, contrary to "popular" commentary:
Going Free to Play is not a give-up state.  Game life is experienced in 3 to 5 years, if you're lucky, SWTOR is barely a year old.  It's an experiment.  An experiment based on the fact they made back their initial investment before they went live.  Out of BETA.  Gnaw on that and spit it out before you counter.  DDO still  exists.  Iron Realms still exists.  LOTOR still exists.  Warhammer still exists.  Aion still exists.  F2P is not a death kneel to the proverbial axe, it is an opportunity to use marketing to solidify your customer's interest in your product.

Sure some people can argue pretty flashy things as being unnecessary, and make SWTOR sound negative, but most of what's on their market is not pretty flashy things (unlike Aion), so that argument dissolves like a cube of sugar on a horse's tongue.

I'm waiting.  I'm watching.  They'll fuck something up before it's all said and done with, but I'm far from the headache I had with Star Wars:  Galaxies (Sorry, only one galaxy, FYI).  I still have fun with the game, a year later.  And the proverbial "End Game Content" is about a non-starter for me.  Unless I get lucky and have more than my roommate in my party, don't advertise it to me.  Seriously, just walk away.  Preferably far away.  I'll stare at you, and make you horribly uncomfortable until you do.

I have it on good authority from drunken predators that I remind them of serial killers, when I'm in that state of mind.

I'm almost 40.  I don't care if people like or don't like me anymore.  (Not that was an issue before, particularly.)  I've grown into someone who WILL be left alone, and giggle later at how fast they ran away.

Ancient Astronauts?

When I was a kid, I got my hands on "Chariots of the Gods". It amazed me. As did the much more 'reputable' (that's being kind) Zacheria Sitchin books. Daniken's "CotG" was monumental in its day, but it reads almost like an infomercial with sensational exclamations and SUDDEN capitalizations and emphatic italics. Sitchin does much the same, but reads more like a thesis paper, or dissertation.

For a decade or more, one of the things that has bugged me more than just about anything else in this semi-pseudo-science field of study has been the flagrant disregard for other possibilities. For those who don't recognize the two names above, for the last few decades they've been proposing that aliens from another world came to Earth and twiddled around with our ancestors. Even the History Channel and Discovery Channel have fed into the pop hysteria, and produced some 'documentaries' on the subject.

My problem with it boils down to a central issue regarding human ability. Why couldn't our ancestors have done amazing things with our insanely large brains (compared to other species on our planet), ability to use tools, and tendency to trade, wander vast distances, and wage war?

When combined, monument building, out of time objects (oots), myth, and general human creativity, tend to offer many other possibilities than aliens. I feel it short changes the species as a whole to say these things could only happen with alien intervention.

When I get into conversations with people over this subject, (amazingly enough, I'm usually sober) they are usually thinking I am referring to Plato's Atlantis, or something similar. I'm not. Much like how most people think The Wright Brothers were the first aeronautical engineers, they weren't. A hot air balloon preceded them. The more modern version in 1783, and similar devices dating back to the third century AD in China, called Kongming lanterns (though nobody rode them, the engineering principles were the same).

People also are usually unaware of how far late Roman Empire technology had progressed before the Dark Ages. They had factories designed to utilize water power using paddle-wheels to operate bellows to stoke fires for the production of bread and weapons. They had carriages with leather straps that provided suspension systems. They had flamethrowers, and they had rapid fire javelin throwers that in practice were very similar to 19th century Gatling guns.

The Greeks had steam powered temple doors and elaborate stage magic-like entertainment and religious setups.

And the Greeks were borrowing heavily from Egypt at the time in regards to engineering and the like. Considering the wealth that was laid in the tombs of the pharaohs, and that their writings were largely upon papyrus, and their very, very strong religious leaning in their governmental structure, loosing what the Egyptians wrote about these things isn't as surprising as that there's anything left at all given grave robbers and early modern efforts at archaeology.

Frankly, the number one reason "experts" like to give about ancient monolithic structures being improbable for ancient humans to build is how difficult it is for even modern equipment to manipulate the objects. I lay down one little trump card that I think really puts this to shame. Modern man is fucking lazy, fat, and feels like it has better things to do. However, take a person who isn't lazy, has a fanatical devotion to accomplish something, and give him a Divine Mandate to do something when during the season when he isn't laboring in the fields and staying in shape, and give him a task and 'free' food to reward him, and they'll move mountains. Literally.

A lot of mythical figures, I feel, much like Ramses the Great (or Ramses II), who lived to be insanely old for the time, around 90, really existed and just got old. In a time when you were considered old at 30, this would have seemed like living to be over 200 today. Of course legends would be written about this. Legends would be written today if this was verified regarding a person currently living. Though that sort of legend in today's terms would be called a 'biopic'. Over time, their achievements would have grown with succeeding generations and been recorded as magical efforts when all they originally did was demonstrate an above average ability to lead, direct other people to accomplish their goals, and utilize, for their time period, cutting edge science. As the time period would have limited the rapid dispersion of new ideas, those advancements would have died a fast death, only to be stumbled upon decades, centuries or millenia later.

Though the Greeks were dedicated scholars and wrote down copious amounts of material, the likely-hood of Roman, Catholic, and Muslim (c.f. Moors) efforts to capitalize on their texts, and simple errors of transcription, have limited what survived. And that's in relatively recent times.

Imagine if a culture existed thousands of years before that and had managed to achieve a level of astronomy to enable them to travel from continent to continent. Or even something as simple as following a band of kelp forest in the northern Pacific from Asia to the Americas after the last Ice Age. A stepping stone, as they'd eventually want to go home to proclaim their achievements, and would have to figure out a way to get back home against the currents, in the wide open expanse of the lowest density of above sea level land on our planet. Some of this technology could survive in Polynesian navigational techniques.

The only problem with this hypothesis is the lack of direct evidence. However, the lack of evidence is almost expected, and I really don't plan on seeing anything saying anything one way or the other on a revised 'Atlantean' culture traipsing across the world thousands of years ago. I'm just offering another, much more realistic possibility to explain some issues with surviving monolithic structures and similar things that give enough ammunition to allow people like Sitchin and Daniken to continue make money cashing in on people who forget that people and culture really haven't changed all that much in the last several thousand years. Abductions by gods and delving into the underworld became run-ins with angels and entering hell, and abductions by fairies became abductions by aliens from other planets.

We all want something more from life than to live in a world where nothing really makes sense and other people dictate how we interact with this world. But putting ourselves into the hands of frauds and charlatans who tell us that the improbable is the only likely explanation is a disservice to the very probable answer which is that humanity is the most adaptable, intelligent, and ingenious species to ever walk this planet. We could have done these things that seem unlikely through modern eyes. And thus we can, and eventually will, do so much more.

The Cranberry Conspiracy Pt. 4

In "recent" memory, I related my opinions of the Cranberry Conspiracy to my wife. She laughed at me, of course, they all do, and insisted how much she loved cranberries. She had just bought some cranberries and proceeded that next Thanksgiving to make a cranberry relish. She had two bites with her meal, which I had to remind her to take, and put it away in the fridge. In the interest of marital harmony, I didn't shove the moldy remains under her nose some weeks later when the fridge was cleaned out, but I did point out what I find inescapable. People hate cranberries.

In an effort to defy me, or rather my opinions of the cranberry, she went out of her way to produce a similar dish a year later, with similar results. She's since bought more cranberries, that remain in the freezer, uneaten.

I refer to this as "The Cranberry Conspiracy" in the accepted definition of a 'conspiracy' as a group of people out to commit a crime. The crime in this case is fraud. We as a people have been led to believe the cranberry is a good thing, when you could be getting significantly better health benefits from drinking water, or eating blueberries.

If not for insanely good marketing, we'd all still be looking at the things and wondering what to do with them, other than using them as cheap bearings in jury-rigged mechanical contraptions. (Something I don't think anybody's actually done, but I think if given half a chance, or the need due to decreased demand, they would try to market them with such intentions in mind.)

The Cranberry Conpiracy Pt. 3

Now, this is the point where you can make your own observations. Be the little anthropological scientist and try this little experiment. Watch the cranberry relish, sauce, or whatever is made with cranberries. You'll get a weird relative who will dig in. They'll be one of two people: either the old matronly figure who was alive during the 40s or 50s, or they'll be the weird guy who likes the color. You'll even find a few more people who actually put it on their plate.

Here's where it gets interesting. They won't eat it. It'll be the absolute last thing they eat, if they do. When everyone looks satiated, and ready to burst, throw off a casual comment about how nobody ate the cranberry sauce. Suddenly there will be flurry of activity as everyone realizes that succulently delectable construction still remains. And many with dive in with spoons blazing. And have a bite. And not have another.

A similar event several years ago, in my childhood, made me realize the simple fact, reaffirmed years later when I had a choice between the local water and cranberry juice. People hate the taste of cranberries. The amazing thing to me is how much they've been brainwashed into believing they love them. I used to stock shelves in the juice aisle. There's about a dozen different juice flavors involving cranberry. And all but two have it cut with something else. Cran-grape, cran-apple, the list goes on. Even now the amount of shelf space devoted to cranberry derivatives is mind boggling. The reason, though, is apparent. The cranberry tastes like crap, only not as good.

Cranberry Conspiracy Pt. 2

Now, as everyone knows, the second aspect of the conspiracy is even more insidious. They make you think you actually like cranberries.

I think this is where it gets considerably more dastardly. As indicated in my previous post, the cranberry is a desperation fruit. If you can't get a potato to grow, or want some variety and citrus is out of the question, you try your hand at cranberries.

Around the turn of the century, not this last one, the other one, there was this HUGE bumper crop of cranberries. Farmers were up to their eyeballs in cranberries. This guy named Karl Marx had had this brilliant idea of how to deal with this situation from an economic perspective. A guy named Engle, a businessman, helped him develop it. People call what resulted communism, but it is more accurate to think of it as a commune, or as the farmers referred to it, a "cooperative". The idea was that if they "cooperated" and pooled their resources, for advertising, lobbying and research, they'd be much better off.

It started slowly, with attempts to market the cranberry as something good for you. It's not as bad as, say arsenic, but it's not exactly good for you either. It's health benefits are negligible. A myth that lasted for years indicated that it was good for urinary tract infections. That myth has held since I was a child. Succeeding research says that it can decrease bladder infections, but only as a preventive measure. Once you've got a problem, it is no better than water.

Now, this particular aspect of things takes on a life of its own at this point. During prohibition, people were doing all kinds of crazy things to get drunk. "Bathtub gin" was a common creation. The horrid taste of the stuff is what led people to try and come up with creative ways to kill the taste. This is why, to this day, nearly a third of all alcohol drinks in any bartender's guide involve cranberry juice.

You can, if you're a media historian, go back to a movie as well received as "The Thin Man" and see an example of post prohibition drink making near the beginning, as Nick Charles explains to a group of bartenders how to make a proper martini. I refer to it only as an interesting aside, as I don't recall any mention of cranberries there.

After prohibition, and the limited consumer rights protection of the era, the cranberry was able to be marketed as something other than a way to kill the taste of crappy alcohol. In those days, the likes of Betty Crocker and other recipe books for mass consumption were being developed. The cranberry cooperatives saw this as a way to market their product. Once an ingredient was in one of these books, they were sure to become part of the American Way.

The Cranberry Conspiracy Pt. 1

No. Not the band. Haven't heard them. Oh, no. This is my own private little battle against the agents of propaganda and misinformation. This is a crusade.

Never in the history of human kind, other than possibly philosophical panderings, has there been such a campaign of untruth.

Even in the preeminent literature for the Cranberry at http://www.cranberries.org/cranberries/history.html they can't keep their information accurate.

"The cranberry, along with the blueberry and Concord grape, is one of North America's three native fruits that are commercially grown."

Not entirely accurate. Blackberries, muscadine grapes, and from everything I can dig up, the Raspberry are also commercially grown in the US.

"Cranberries are a unique fruit. They can only grow and survive under a very special combination of factors: they require an acid peat soil, an adequate fresh water supply, sand and a growing season that stretches from April to November, including a dormancy period in the winter months that provides an extended chilling period, necessary to mature fruiting buds."

What this means, in real life, is that the damn things require desperation to grow. You grow this if you are dire need of something edible at the latitudes it grows at. That's just agriculture 101.

Further on you get:

"Normally, growers do not have to replant since an undamaged cranberry vine will survive indefinitely. Some vines in Massachusetts are more than 150 years old."

See? The damn things are impossible to kill once established.

The nutritional benefits are comparatively negligible. A half cup of cranberries have 10% of the daily requirements for Vitamin C. A half cup of lemon juice is 100%.

That's the first nutritional myth dispelled...