What You Don’t Know You’ve Eaten Can’t Hurt You

I was going to relegate this link (alert: PDF file) to the sidebar, because who needs yet another list of cicada recipes? But then I started skimming over the intro, and came across this reasonably interesting bit of trivia:

“You have, in fact, probably already eaten many pounds of insects in your lifetime. Most Americans don’t realize that they are eating a pound or two of insects each year.”

“Right, right, swallowing bugs while running, etc.,” you say. “Gulping spiders while you sleep,” you say. “Old hat.”

Except that’s not what she (the author) means. What she means is:

“…insects are a part of all processed foods from bread to tomato ketchup—it’s impossible to keep mass-produced food 100% insect-free. There are regulations stating the maximum amount of bug bits that food can contain and still be fit for human consumption. These bits, unseen, have been ground up into tiny pieces in such items as strawberry jams, peanut butter, spaghetti sauce, applesauce, frozen chopped broccoli, etc. For example, the ‘Food Defect Action Levels’, as currently defined by the Food and Drug Administration state that macaroni and noodle products can have 225 or more insect parts per 225 grams of product (4). This may sound disgusting, but these insect parts actually make some food products more nutritious.” [emphasis added]

Go give it a glance. In addition to covering the history of humankind’s intimate culinary relationship with those shelled marvels, the piece also gives numerous recipes that call for cicadas, from ‘Cicada Dumplings’ to ‘El Chirper Tacos.’

(University of Maryland: “CICADA-LICIOUS: Cooking and Enjoying Periodical Cicadas” by Jenna Jadin and the University of Maryland Cicadamaniacs [2004])

Noplace

The road is now like television, violent and tawdry. The landscape it runs through is littered with cartoon buildings and commercial messages. We whiz by them at fifty-five miles an hour and forget them, because one convenience store looks like the next. They do not celebrate anything beyond their mechanistic ability to sell merchandise. We don’t want to remember them. We did not savor the approach and we were not rewarded upon reaching the destination, and it will be the same next time, and every time. There is little sense of having arrived anywhere, because everyplace looks like noplace in particular.

—James Kunstler, The Geography of Nowhere, pg. 131

(Quote from the excellent Geography of Nowhere, like it says. I just finished the book, so I’ll whip up a review for the curious [sooner or later]. Till then, this quote will have to suffice.)

All In Favor of Doomsday Proposal…

It’s not everyday words like “doomsday proposal” get tossed about semi-casually in the news headlines.

(BoGlo/AP: “House rejects doomsday proposal” by Jim Abrams [June 3, 2004])

Transit of Venus

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Ecomiscellany

Fighting Techniques of Rumsfeld

You may have defeated my Southern Hook Palm technique, but can you defeat the 1000 styles of Rumsfeld?

A few of my favorites…

Drunken Temple Boxing
drunken temple boxing

Mirror Swan Palm

Sleeping Dragon Technique
sleeping dragon

Twin Cobra Fist
twin cobra fist

There’s more where that came from.

(via Memepool)

What Happened, Is

You know how it is when you write something, some kind of journalish thing on a piece of paper, that, in a matter of months becomes completely incomprehensible?

traveling allows you to be abstracted from the landscape you’re an anomalous critter. …you don’t know what item doesn’t fit, because you don’t understand enough about the context… :: Brooms are popular; two have walked past in the last five (?) minutes, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the same Broom twice. rocketships, there have been none. … I really am seaweed. Do I need to be ground up and mixed in with toothpaste?

also, den ersten tag, nicht als [wie] erwartet. um viertel vor zehn habe ich D telefoniert, und dann viertel nach zehn habe ich “auscheckiert” [abgereist]. ich habe etwas gegessen, orangensaft getrunken. usw. was geschah, ist,”

Ed: [so, the first day, not as expected. at 9:45 I called D, and then at 10:45 I checked out. I ate something, drank some orange juice. etc. what happened, is,]

Solaris (***1/2)

(2002) Steven Soderbergh – w/ George Clooney, Natascha McElhone, Jeremy Davies, Viola Davis, Ulrich Tukur

Synopsis: It’s the future. Strange things are happening on the privately-owned space station Prometheus, stationed above planetoid (and potential natural resource) Solaris. “Strange things” as in, the crew’s turned a little batty; people have been sent to fetch the crew, but they haven’t been heard from since—well, since they were sent. The last message sent from the space station is of one of Prometeus’ crew, Gibarian, calling for help. (But in an introspective, disturbing kind of way.) Gibarian appeals to his friend, Chris Kelvin [George Clooney], to come and help sort things out on the station. “Kelvin,” he says, “you’re the only one who can help us.” Kelvin goes. Strange things continue to happen, not the least of which has to do with Kelvin being visited by his dead wife.

Review: As introspective humanistic sci-fi movies go, ‘Solaris’ isn’t half-bad. The acting’s relatively decent, the movie itself is surprisingly thoughtful—for a ‘mainstream’ movie—and for the most part the atmosphere is appropriately eerie. Yet despite the (comparatively) slow, meandering pace, you get the feeling that the movie’s being hurried along; you get the impression that important details are being left out in order to placate an audience that bores easily and that would rather be watching an action movie. The result of which being, film-goers hoping for a more thoughtful movie and film-goers hoping for a more exciting movie are both disappointed; the former are left wishing for more development, and the latter are left unnecessarily confused. This is an exaggeration, but hopefully gives you an idea of the movie’s problems with pacing. Still, I’d like to commend ‘Solaris’ for its efforts. Clooney does well in a different role, McElhone does fine in a fairly bizarre role, and Jeremy Davies and Viola Davis both do well as the being-drive-insane skeleton crew of the Prometheus. Aside from the ending, which Soderbergh completely mangles, the movie holds together pretty well; and, if it stood by itself, Soderbergh’s ‘Solaris’ might almost seem like it’s a masterpiece. Maybe. Possibly. Problem being, Soderbergh’s ‘Solaris’ isn’t the first movie to be made from the book by Stanislaw Lem. Andrei Tarkovsky was the first to make a film version, and his is far superior to this.

Rating: [•••½] out of [•••••]

Etc.: Official site; a much more thorough comparison of Soderbergh’s and Tarkovsky’s takes on Solaris.

Survey Says, Global Warming Rocks!

Another one of the billions (well, not quite) of climate-themed articles sparked by The Day After Tomorrow.

Interesting thing about this one being the figure(s) it cites:

“While 72 percent of Americans said they were concerned about it [global warming] in 2000, only 58 percent say so now, and only 15 percent believe it has anything to do with fossil fuel consumption.”

Only 15 percent believe it has anything to do with fossil fuel consumption?

I honestly hope that’s one seriously flawed survey.

In unrelated news, 37% of people asked didn’t know (or “knew” incorrectly) what country’s army U.S./allied troops were fighting in the D-Day invasion. In what I’m sure is also unrelated, 37% of people asked thought the mafia might’ve had some involvement in the assassination of JFK.

I’m sure it was a different 37%, at least.

(San Francisco Chronicle: “Getting warmer . . . A movie on climate change is a warning” by William S. Kowinski [May 30, 2004])

True Story

“CHARLES WYCKOFF: Hello.

KEVIN B. WYCKOFF: Hey, Dad.

CHARLES: Huh. Well damn, boy. We just had your funeral today.

KEVIN: Yeah I know, I heard.

CHARLES: Well, what the hell is going on?

(Harper’s, via MeFi)