Goodbye fiber, hello Vitamin D. Researchers now say you should chug an extra glass of the white stuff in the morning to fortify your body against those nasty cancer germs (or whatever it is that causes cancer). Oddly enough, Vitamin D seems to work only on colon, ovarian and breast cancers. Wouldn't you think it would be good for bone cancer? That's for next week's news.
This new development was discovered by a couple of scientists pawing over 64 studies that had previously been completed. These guys did no original work of their own - it's like the Cliff's Notes of science. And if these studies have been lying around just waiting for a PhD with a flair for investigative science, why are we just now hearing about it?
And what's the best way to supplement your daily intake? No, it's not an extra glass or two of milk, which would add to our nation's existing obesity epidemic. The same theorists that found the Vitamin D link are advising people to spend more time in the sun - the human body becomes a Vitamin D factory when soaking up the rays. Be careful, though - too much sunlight can cause skin cancer. Oh, and high doses of Vitamin D are toxic and may cause an excess of calcium in the blood - extreme cases may lead to death.
Isn't healthy living fun!
January 5, 2006
Step Right Up!
Today's Washington Post contains the surprising finding that average people will actually pay money to enjoy a grim spectacle, particularly if it makes their own dismal situation in life look rosey by comparison. The Post couldn't have said it better:
"Mountains of debris, collapsing houses, a weather-ravaged stadium: It's yours for $35 per person ($28 for children)."
Some people might say this is comparable to honoring the fallen at Ground Zero after 9/11. Folks would visit the site and come to terms with the loss. It was a form of therapy.
This is different. After 9/11, most folks held off for a polite interval - at least until the rubble was removed and families of the dead had a chance to grieve in peace. I don't remember anybody charging admission to see the smoking ruins. New Orleans is a place that is still coming to terms with its new reality. Even as life goes on in the French Quarter, large swaths of the city and surrounding parishes remain uninhabitable. There is institutional uncertainty about what to tear down, what to rebuild, and what to give up on altogether. Former residents are cast far and wide. I was there a few weeks ago and, believe me, this is a place that is not being rebuilt - it's being built. Big difference.
Charging rubberneckers to take a cruise through the lower ninth ward in an air conditioned coach is like selling pieces of the collapsed World Trade Center. There is nothing to be learned here. This is eye candy for the morbid.
At least it's a local company that is reaping the benefit. Gray Line New Orleans is the carrier, and they'll be happy to take you on a "three-hour bus tour of the devastation." I recall another "three hour tour" that ended badly - this one with castaways and Ginger (well, I was always a Mary Ann guy myself). What a wonderful twist if our Katrina cruisers were to get lost in the lower ninth, never to be heard from again! Serves 'em right.
In a sign that all is not lost, some cruisers are showing signs of remorse: "I felt guilty about going out and looking, but it's something we had to do," said Toni Stone of Harrisonburg, Va. Really, Toni - did you have to?
Get The Picture?
January 7, 2006
Reuters reports that Nursultan Nazarbayev, the President of Kazakhstan, has grown tired of his country's old national anthem. Perhaps the President wanted a fresh new tune to accompany the breeze of liberty that his people enjoy now that he has secured yet another seven year term after soundly defeating the meek and oppressed opposition. Nothing secures the blessings of liberty like a strong, unchecked executive. The United States is living proof.
Or maybe the Prez just wants to celebrate Kazakhstan's independence - the previous anthem was an old Soviet tome and Kazakhstan secured independence around the time of the Soviet Union's demise. "The text should reflect the heroic centuries-long struggle of our ancestors for independence", according to Nazarbayev. Well, we did just cross a century boundary, but I think N is stretching things when he describes the Kazakhstan independence movement as a "centuries-long struggle". Then again, who's going to argue with him? And maybe I just don't know enough about central Asian history. Maybe he's talking about independence from the Mongols or something.
Nazarbayev, an old steelworker who usually doesn't allow himself to appear quite so joyous in public as the above picture suggests, lets his soft side come through on his web site, www.akorda.kz, where he has been known to open with poetic entreaties to his fellow citizens. Check it out, but be prepared for slow downloads.
The US has been pretty tight lipped about the political situation in Kazakhstan, particularly in light of our mission to nurture, promote, facilitate and otherwise secure democratic forms of government across the planet. Our own President, in a letter to Nazarbayev had this to say:
“Dear Mr. President! Under your leadership, Kazakhstan has become one of the world’s leaders in non-proliferation of weapons of mass destruction.
The United States is also grateful for Kazakhstan’s steadfast friendship and solidarity in the Global War on Terrorism, particularly the outstanding service of the KAZBAT detachment in Iraq”.
Two things I caught right off. The exclamation point and the KAZBAT. Very scary, this KAZBAT. Just what are they up to, anyway? I'm guessing that W can be thankful for learning a thing or two from N. Things like how to accumulate power in a single branch of government and, preferably, in a single close-knit group within that branch. Also, how to apply mysterious groups like the KAZBAT to domestic security.
Why Is This Man Smiling?
Oh, Now I Understand . . .
Still, I suspect that there are other reasons for our eagerness to jump into bed with N. It didn't take long for me to find out - see diagram at right. I'll bet the Kazakhs pay a fortune for gas, even as the spigot to the world is wide open - that's just a hunch. Seems like oil has replaced money as the root of all evil.
I haven't heard N's idea for a new anthem, but maybe he can use some help. I do know that the title will be "Oh, Kazakhstan". Where can we go with that?
The Associated Press reports that Georgia farmers are in a state of panic. The wild hogs "are eating anything they can find, from turtle eggs to garbage to the carcasses of other animals." The garbage and rotting carcasses make sense - but why through in the turtle eggs? Can't these pigs leave any nest unscathed? I'm picturing farmers guarding their homesteads against ravaging hoards of beasts with a shotgun in one hand and a bottle of JD in the other. Kind of like Night of the Living Dead, except, unlike zombies, you don't need a rifle to take a pig down.
The scariest aspect of the tragedy is the fact that the wild pig population is exploding. Steve Ditchkoff, an associate professor of wildlife at Auburn University, calls wild hogs "one of the greatest ecological threats to the U.S., and right now, we have no way to control them." What happened to acid rain, toxic chemical wastes and noxious industrial emissions? You telling me that pigs are a bigger threat? I'm not buying it. And if the professor is really having a problem controlling the pigs, I'd suggest that there are thousands of well-armed Georgia farmers that have a solution at the ready.
Oh, and the professor has a profit motive for all this fear-mongering. He's planning a boondogle in Alabama called the 2006 National Conference on Wild Pigs for May of this year. Any academic with an interest in the problem and a healthy expense account is welcome to attend. I can't wait to read the research papers.
AP leaves this little tidbit out until the end of the peice: "Both pseudorabies and swine brucellosis have been found in Georgia hogs." Why didn't you say that! Let's quarantine Georgia.
Night of the Feral Pig
Concerned about Avian flu? Losing sleep over relentlessly increasing global temperatures? Suffering from post traumatic stress disorder over the recent spate of horrific catastrophes? You ain't seen nothin' yet. Wild feral pigs are literally eating everything in site in Georgia.
An Example of a Good Pig
January 12, 2006
letting us all know what precious little we can do to mitigate the effects of this looming public health catastrophe.
Here are some examples for the stout-hearted:
Stock up on non-disposable food and other dry goods.
Get some extra drugs (the prescription variety, though I'm not ruling out the advantages of experimentation with various mind-altering substances in the midst of a plague).
"Tell family members and loved ones about how they would get cared for if they got sick . . ." Hmmmm. History suggests that this may be ill-advised. One of the most common occurrences during the black death was the utter disregard for human bonds of any kind. Once you get sick, you're a street urchin.
Teach the kids to wash their hands right
And tell them to cover their mouths when they cough or sneeze.
They don't mention duct tape, but that might come in handy too. But the most startling thing about this list is how utterly benign it is. Aren't we all doing this kind of stuff already? Listen, I understand that they probably aren't ready for this and don't have a lot of good stuff on the shelf to dish out. But why open the web site with a confident statement list this:
"You can prepare for an influenza pandemic now. You should know both the magnitude of what can happen during a pandemic outbreak and what actions you can take to help lessen the impact of an influenza pandemic on you and your family. "
OK, how about ten doses of Tamiflu right now?
News From a Secure Homeland
As word seeps out that pandemic flu is creeping east across the steppes of Asia and into the nether reaches of Europe we should all take a moment to get real scared. And if you're one of those practical sorts who is always looking for the silver lining, you'll be happy to know that the Department of Health and Human Services has launched a new web site dedicated to
Note To Self: Avoid This Creature
January 13, 2006
Straight from the folks who just rolled out a ubiquitous, real-time vehicle tracking system we can now look forward to full-frontal nudity at airport check-ins. The British are testing the feasibility of a new system "capable of digitally strip-searching travelers" to identify potential evil-doers. This is a form of full-disclosure that I can do without. It's not the x-ray vision that bothers me so much, it's the digital search. Sounds painful.
The new scanning technology is being tried at Heathrow and any other major transportation hub that the local security geeks can shoehorn in. Assuming the searchees remain in blissful ignorance about the examination process, I predict a successful outcome. The security guards will surely have a thumb or two on that scale.
Let's hope our own venerated TSA doesn't get it's mitts on this gadget. Thinking back on the luggage fiasco, I'm imagining the endless varieties of mischief that can be perpetrated with nude photos of hapless travelers. Within six months I predict that everybody that has passed through an airport in the US will show up on the Internet in their birthday suit. Happy Birthday!
Avian Flu Update
Good news today from Reuters. Genetic tests of the avian flu virus now bouncing around in Turkey show that, while the virus is mutating, it's "probably not enough to make it more dangerous yet." Wait a minute. Weren't we told that we needn't get too concerned about this avian flu nuisance since it doesn't propagate easily between people, and that we should only start to worry when we see evidence that it is mutating in humans? Isn't that what's happened here? And we're supposed to relax because it didn't mutate "that" much? How much is too much? Is anybody measuring that? How will we know? I guess when rush hour traffic on the beltway starts to ease up.