A new study that followed 120,000+ people for 20-26 years concluded that animal-based protein diets make you die sooner; this is not a groundbreaking study as research has been concluding this for years.
Yay, more evidence but also more of the same ridiculous reporting: “Plant-based diets – fruits, vegetables, whole grains, a little fish, soy products, legumes – you want to eat more towards that end of the spectrum, not exclusively vegetarian,” says Ornish, an unaffiliated doctor, founder and president of Preventive Medicine Research Institute.
Uh, why not?
That would just be too preventative?
A vegetarian diet prolongs your life… but don’t eat an exclusively vegetarian diet, no. What do you want to live forever or something?

I’ve spent all week so far setting up my fifth grade classroom and haven’t cooked a darn thing. I entered my classroom mid-year this past January and didn’t have the opportunity to imprint the room with any of my own pizazz. But this year! Vintage fabric is strewn about and my tidy sense of deep-down organization and lively design will be invading the room. Not a fan of the half-butt and an admirer of spatial efficiency, I needed to cover closet doors of worn out wood with some inspiring messages and color, color, color! After some mishaps with some contact paper from the 1970′s, I thought it best to order a few feel-good but politically-charged posters from Northern Sun, a company that used to outfit me in my idealistic rebel teenager days. Then I moved on to Etsy for some wall art that was a bit more unique. Etsy always has deliciously wonderful prints, the kind I can peruse for hours smiling. Given my meager funds, I chose to replicate my own feel-good, life-is-beautiful prints in photoshop. Below is the series 1. Now to find a good printer… 



This one below will not go up in my classroom, but I wanted to make it anyway. It is a fascinating tidbit of science-love from the American physicist Lawrence Krauss.

Figs are a lovely and fascinating fruit. They are internally-flowering. In fact, they’re not really a fruit at all but flowers. Their innards, so chock full of life and movement, are rows and rows of inner-flowers, like eating a sweet, sweet bouquet. Besides playing a role in many faiths and worships, figs are high in my book of praises for their unique texture, sugary ooze and their many medicinal qualities. They have laxative effects, are loaded with calcium (the highest source in the plant world) and increase sperm mobility and production. What many-splendored little dollops they are! Besides this all, they’re beautiful, a testimony the the magnificent visual patterns and design within the natural world.
Dear Birds, I know it’s been awhile since you’ve all seen each other and all but can you please use your inside chirps in the morning. You’d think my apartment building was constructed in those seeds they make bells out of the way you guys flock to my window.
Dear Columbia University academic regalia, The quality of your fabric is similar to a bagged Halloween costume. Perhaps with a hem and cinch I could resell the graduation gown, entitling it Sexy Ivy League Graduate, to offset my student loans.
Dear New York Times, You annoy me a lot. You’ve publish outlandish op-ed pieces (see rant here), throw around ridiculous terminology, like “hegan” when referring to male vegans… and now you question whether oysters should count as animals. How about a lesson in Scientific Classification? Two words: Kingdom. Animalia.
Dear people interested in the extramarital affairs of celebrities and sports superstars, So there are these people who are young, extremely wealthy and often attractive. They are known world-wide in a global culture that values these attributes greatly, however depthless. This increases the quantity of people who would desire to have sex with them immeasurably. So, when they have affairs, it is not interesting at all.
Love, Karen
A must-see in Guanajuato is its mummies. Museo de la Mumias is sure to creep and fascinate. The very popular attraction had a huge line on our first visit and so our second attempt was timed to beat the rush on the morning of our departure. Here’s the draw:
The Museo de las Momias in the little province of Guanajuato in Mexico is full of the exhumed, mummified bodies of unfortunate locals who could no longer pay their graveyard rent. Because of a unique law that is in force in this part of Mexico, graves in the local cemetery have to either be bought for an exorbitant amount or rented every five years. If the deceased’s family fails to pay the rent, the body is exhumed and disposed of to make way for new arrivals. Through some mysterious process that scientists have not been able to explain, a small proportion of the bodies from this graveyard end up naturally mummified. Rather than being destroyed by the local authorities, these bodies are put in the macabre Museo de las Momias. Here they join a vast “human library,” poised in all possible postures of death, that has been accumulating since the museum was founded in 1865. It is not only the death fetish of the Mexican imagination that has kept this museum going (there can be an eerie, almost carnivalesque atmosphere among the visitors lined up outside). The main draw is the air of supernatural mystery about the whole phenomenon. Scientists from as far away as Tokyo have analyzed the bodies trying to find an explanation, but no one has so far succeeded in understanding why five or six exhumed bodies every year have turned into mummies. Some speculate that the minerals in the soil are the cause, while others suspect divine punishment for crimes committed in life – the bodies seem condemned to a perpetually moribund half-life of paralyzed torment. Whatever the explanation, this sort of place is obviously only for those with a strong stomach, and even hard nuts may want to avoid some exhibits – such as shelves full of mummified babies. The only other known mummy-museum of this kind in the world is the Catacombe dei Cappuccini in Palermo. (source)


The odd gift shop’s gummy mummy.
Back at Hotel Occidental in Guadalajara I was lucky to catch game 5 of the World Series! After a long drive back north, it was a welcome sight. We—me and the room’s la cucarachas—all snuggled in to watch the Phillies defeat the Yankees. Satisfacción para un aficionado al Los Mets!

It is all the rage but what is Daiya? What’s in it? Here I go, deconstructing sunshine.
- Purified water
- Ground cassava: a starchy root from the tropics you may know as yucca. It’s related to tapioca.
- Arrowroot: another tropical starch related to tapioca
- high oleic sunflower oil: sunflower oil that is at least 82% oleic acid, a mono-unsaturated omega-9 fatty acid
- Safflower oil: safflower is close to sunflower oil. It can be used as an oil paint binder too, like linseed oil.
- Coconut oil: Damn, Daiya is so tropical
- Pea protein: veggie protein
- Salt: you know, the mineral
- Inactive yeast: a dough conditioner for stretchiness
- Vegetable glycerin: an emulsifier (see sunflower lecithin) and thickener
- Natural flavors: a combination of plant-derived gases that release as flavor/scent as we chew. So weird.
- Xanthan gum: increases viscosity, creates a bounce-back bite, so to speak
- Sunflower lecithin: another emulsifier, keeps all these oils and gooey things binded together
- Natural vegan enzymes: help with digestion and other bio-tasks
- Natural vegan bacterial cultures: to bless digestion and taste
- Citric acid: flavor additive from citrus fruits
- Natural color: vegetable-derived dye (I hope. Natural color on a label could be sourced from veggies, animal or mineral. I’m curious why they wouldn’t confirm a vegetable source like they did with the enzymes and bacterial cultures.)
A friend of mine recently asked me if I ate Good n’ Plenty, the pink and white coated licorice candy. I had to tell her no and why and, in doing so, managed to help push her finger down on the “w” key, as in “Ewwww…”, long enough to maybe instill a pink and white boycott.
“The insects are carefully brushed from the cacti… and placed into bags. The bags are taken to the production plant and there, the insects are then killed by immersion in hot water or by exposure to sunlight, steam or the heat of an oven. It is to be noted that the variance in appearance of commercial cochineal is caused by the different methods used during this process. It takes about 70,000 insects to make one pound (454 gm) of cochineal. The body of one coccineal is said to contain between 18-20% of carminic acid.The part of the insect that contains the most carmine is the abdomen that houses the fertilized eggs of the coccineal. Once dried, a process begins whereby the abdomens and fertilized eggs are separated from the rest of the anatomical parts. These are then ground into a powder and cooked at temperatures in excess of 212 F to extract the maximum amount of color. This cooked solution is filtered and through special processes that cause all carmine particles to precipitate to the bottom of the cooking container. The liquid is removed and the bottom of the container is left with pure carmine.”
So much to my friend’s surprise she had been scarfing down insect by-products! Ew indeed. And even grosser, bugs are in many candy products. Ingredients lists that say “natural color“, “added color“, “artificial color” may very well include boiled bug by-products. Additionally, “confectioner’s glaze“, “food glaze“, “resinous glaze” and “pharmaceutical glaze” are all bug-acquired coatings and, therefore, not vegan.
In my elementary, middle and high school education I excelled more in the language arts and humanities. I wrote my way out of atrocious grades, learning early that one writing assignment could compensate for a term’s worth of lacklusterness. As a tight-lipped introverted wallflower extraordinaire or, later, the queen of truancy, the voice I expressed through writing had always been my saving grace. It still is now in many ways at Columbia, my job and my personal life.
Anti-Love Drug May Be Ticket to Bliss
By JOHN TIERNEY
Published: January 12, 2009
In the new issue of Nature, the neuroscientist Larry Young offers a grand unified theory of love. After analyzing the brain chemistry of mammalian pair bonding — and, not incidentally, explaining humans’ peculiar erotic fascination with breasts — Dr. Young predicts that it won’t be long before an unscrupulous suitor could sneak a pharmaceutical love potion into your drink.
Would you rather have a love potion that made you more likely to become attached to someone else, or a love vaccine that stopped you from falling in love with the wrong person? Join the discussion.
That’s the bad news. The not-so-bad news is that you may enjoy this potion if you took it knowingly with the right person. But the really good news, as I see it, is that we might reverse-engineer an anti-love potion, a vaccine preventing you from making an infatuated ass of yourself. Although this love vaccine isn’t mentioned in Dr. Young’s essay, when I raised the prospect he agreed it could also be in the offing.
Could any discovery be more welcome? This is what humans have sought ever since Odysseus ordered his crew to tie him to the mast while sailing past the Sirens. Long before scientists identified neuroreceptors, long before Britney Spears’ quickie Vegas wedding or any of Larry King’s seven marriages, it was clear that love was a dangerous disease.
Love was correctly identified as a potentially fatal chemical imbalance in the medieval tale of Tristan and Isolde, who accidentally consumed a love potion and turned into hopeless addicts. Even though they realized that her husband, the king, would punish adultery with death, they had to have their love fix.
They couldn’t guess what was in the potion, but then, they didn’t have the benefit of Dr. Young’s research with prairie voles at the Yerkes National Primate Research Center at Emory University. These mouselike creatures are among the small minority of mammals — less than 5 percent — who share humans’ propensity for monogamy. When a female prairie vole’s brain is artificially infused with oxytocin, a hormone that produces some of the same neural rewards as nicotine and cocaine, she’ll quickly become attached to the nearest male. A related hormone, vasopressin, creates urges for bonding and nesting when it is injected in male voles (or naturally activated by sex). After Dr. Young found that male voles with a genetically limited vasopressin response were less likely to find mates, Swedish researchers reported that men with a similar genetic tendency were less likely to get married. In his Nature essay, Dr. Young speculates that human love is set off by a “biochemical chain of events” that originally evolved in ancient brain circuits involving mother-child bonding, which is stimulated in mammals by the release of oxytocin during labor, delivery and nursing.
“Some of our sexuality has evolved to stimulate that same oxytocin system to create female-male bonds,” Dr. Young said, noting that sexual foreplay and intercourse stimulate the same parts of a woman’s body that are involved in giving birth and nursing. This hormonal hypothesis, which is by no means proven fact, would help explain a couple of differences between humans and less monogamous mammals: females’ desire to have sex even when they are not fertile, and males’ erotic fascination with breasts. More frequent sex and more attention to breasts, Dr. Young said, could help build long-term bonds through a “cocktail of ancient neuropeptides,” like the oxytocin released during foreplay or orgasm.
Researchers have achieved similar results by squirting oxytocin into people’s nostrils — not terribly sexy, but it seems to enhance feelings of trust and empathy. Although Dr. Young is not concocting any love potions (he’s looking for drugs to improve the social skills of people with autism and schizophrenia), he said there could soon be drugs that increase people’s urge to fall in love.
“It would be completely unethical to give the drug to someone else,” he said, “but if you’re in a marriage and want to maintain that relationship, you might take a little booster shot yourself every now and then. Even now it’s not such a far-out possibility that you could use drugs in conjunction with marital therapy.”
I see some potential here, but also big problems. Suppose you took that potion and then suddenly felt an urge to run off with the next person you spent any time with, like your dentist? What if you went to a business convention and then, like an artificially stimulated prairie vole, bonded with the nearest stranger? What if, like Tristan, you developed an overwhelming emotional connection to your boss’s spouse?
Even if the effects could somehow be targeted to the right partner, would you want to start building a long-term relationship with a short-term drug? What happens when it wears off?
A love vaccine seems simpler and more practical, and already there are some drugs that seem to inhibit people’s romantic impulses. Such a vaccine has already been demonstrated in prairie voles.
“If we give an oxytocin blocker to female voles, they become like 95 percent of other mammal species,” Dr. Young said. “They will not bond no matter how many times they mate with a male or hard how he tries to bond. They mate, it feels really good and they move on if another male comes along. If love is similarly biochemically based, you should in theory be able to suppress it in a similar way.”
I doubt many people would want to permanently suppress love, but a temporary vaccine could come in handy. Spouses going through midlife crises would not be so quick to elope with their personal trainers; elderly widowers might consult their lawyers before marrying someone resembling Anna Nicole Smith. Love is indeed a many-splendored thing, but sometimes we all need to tie ourselves to the mast.
I am now in care of a Phalaenopsis orchid. My co-workers gave me the beautiful plant as a birthday gift. It is one of the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received. Its sepals are bright fuchsia and striated, like the palm of a cold hand or stretch marks on the hip’s skin. They explode on the end of a slender stem like in-love faces. I feel nervous holding its pot. On the long subway ride from school to home, riders moved aside for me and my orchid as I settled into the train, uncharacteristically considerate and careful. Looking at it high atop my book shelf, safe from my cat, I’m nervous I’ll lead it to a swift demise. I need some guidance.
When I was a kid I was confused by beer. I remember not understanding Strange Brew. I remember my parents taking me and my siblings to an Oktoberfest carnival, going down a tall and smooth plastic slide with my legs in a potato sack and hearing my Dad complain everyone around us was drunk. He said this as if it was a bad thing yet everyone was happy. Hmmm. My confusion grew. “Booze”, as I called all alcohol, was a big mystery. The meaning I constructed of it made little sense. It had a strong odor, was kept on high glass shelves and Grandmas often knitted poodle outfits for their bottles. It wasn’t until a trip to Busch Gardens that I got the opportunity to try a sip of the mysterious elixir. After touring the the Busch Brewery in Williamsburg, Virginia, my mom gave me her cup to try. I thought it was vile.
Then in high school there was Crazy Horse, a 40 oz. malt liquor all the rage with the stoners and juvenile delinquents I hung around with. I tipped my 40 when no one was looking and used the bottle for decorative purposes. (Note: Crazy Horse malt liquor is no longer. After an 8 year legal battle with the Estate of Crazy Horse and the Rosebud Sioux Tribe, the brewing company settled. Interesting read here.) I just thought that I was supposed to like the stuff… until Ian MacKaye and Ray Cappo (pictured) convinced me otherwise. I was “straightedege for life” for 5 years, which to an adolescent is life.
Eventually I realized that abstaining from alcohol was a useless endeavor. I had never even been drunk before, making it hardly a vice. By the time I managed to swallow more than one bottle of Heineken, I learned it was just fun, a fuzzing of that nagging voice in my head that needs occasional fuzzing.
Onward and into the now. As October looms near, the costume aisle in your local drug store will soon be splattered in red and green, the mornings and evenings are now requiring toasty socks and my Christmas crafting has officially begun. Along with needlework and woodwork, this year I will be brewing a spiced holiday ale! With the expertise of my Milwaukee brewer, Wok Man, fellow ex-aficionado of stoners and juvenile delinquents, CandyPenny, and the hungry hungry yeast of the holy carboy, we’re brewing 5 gallons of bread soda for holiday gift giving.
Steeping the dark crystal grains in the kettle. It’s like a sweatsock teabag.
As the water heats the sweatsock turns it a deep chocolate color.
Adding the malt extracts, mulling spices and hops, the entire apartment was filled with a delicious aroma. It smelled like sweet potatoes and cinnamon, Thanksgiving pumpkin pie and fresh baked bread.
After bringing to a boil again, a thick layer of glop surfaces, breaking like a cracked desert.
Now we have “wort”. And it needs to chill.
Chilled wort is added to the carboy along with water and the yeast. The yeast chomp on the sugars from the malt and give off CO2 and alcohol. We’ll let them do this at least 6 weeks.
Beer!
Every change of season I get sick. It is like clockwork. I self-diagnose this susceptibility to the Earth’s equinoxes and solstices as being amidst some ethereal harmony with my larger environment, to nature; a necessary wrath of my goddessness; and the toil of an omni-sensitive soul, open and, therefore, vulnerable. Or it could be something that doesn’t evoke images of forest dancing and the Pure Moods compilation: stress.
Whichever the case. A long time ago, someone said to gormandize (vocabulary word) when you have a cold.
Black Pepper Mary’s Gone Crackers and basil pesto.
The KZ signature on pumpernickel with CP‘s garden-fresh rosemary & a side of spinach, made by Wok Man.
“Five Amingo” fruit. That’s what Khim‘s calls its cut mango, cantaloupe, watermelon and pineapple medley. I call it a typo and a miscount.
Veganomicon‘s vanilla pound cake is all ready for Vegan Fondue Night this weekend. Of course, I snuck a taste.
Wok Man mans the wok for a bright stir-fry to strengthen me up.
They gave us picks, said “go mine the sun. And go gold and come back when you’re done.”
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