All entries for September 2005
September 15, 2005
I suppose I have not written enough about sections A and B. TOday I have not been outside, so I cannot talk about real people.
But the UN have bowed to basically all the USA's demands so its all pointless and the best meeting in the world was a waste of time. Apparantly TB stood up and said we should make it all count. But he never said anything real and he didn't piss of the americans, so it obviously wasn't enough.
They're going to test teachers which is a stupid, ridiculous thing to do. SOmeone in the metro actually thought children should do it. I'm glad I got out when I had the chance. Schools will be terrible soon. I wonder if Ghapson or Coyle will do well?
We're about to break a million human rights now for the terrorist thing, which is nice, and all the nice things happening in Ireland were all a lie.
And the palestinians are being mean and destroying synagogues. This is because they are muslims and they do not like synagogues, but it is never right. Why do people ruin victories by acting like that. Calm and polite is always best. So many Mobs, so much high feeling all the time. and all the time people die.
A scary thing happened today. Well, several scary things happened today. First I couldn't read the metro because it was all full of bad news (well, and I wanted to finish Tess of the D'Ubervilles) and I was just so sick of bad things. Then i find out tess kills D'uberville and gets arrested – in a section called fulfillment.
Dad went to nottingham and has lost his job again.
Everything smells today
September 11, 2005
Section A/B the outside world (ish)
I'm finding it increasingly difficult to keep these things seperate, and so have to confess that I am pretty much giving up. Of course, my inner neuroses will remain seperate, as these are private entries into the distubing depths my mind has been known to plumb. Anyway, as an obessesive foody, I was delighted to recieve the Observer Food Monthly this morning -a monthly ray of delight to my gluttonous brain (food-porn, i believe they call it) anyway, having spent this morning indulging in its glossy and oh so yummy pages, I am again stuck as to how exactly one is to lead an ethical life. Simply within the realm of food the problems are staggering. Organic food is better for your body, fair trade better for your moral health. Fair enough – buy organic and fairtrade where available. But enter the issue of food miles – do you buy organic fair trade Indian runner beans (having never purchased runner beans, I have no idea where they come from), or english non organic ones which have not caused several tons of Carbon monoxide to be released into the atmosphere in transportation, but which may have been produced using pesticides. And thats only fruit and veg. Ethics enter a whole new level of complication when you hit meat and fish. The issue of factory farming rears its ugly (and probably smelly) head. Does organic necessarily mean free-range and killed in a humane way. Does it mean this chicken has had sex in its lifetime (apparantly a major criteria for a good chicken, according to Raymond Blanc) or does it simply mean it ate something natural rather than a swill made of other dead chickens heads and bones. Apparantly when buying a chicken you should check for burns on its legs – supposedly 'free range' chickens are kept in large warehouses with chemicals on the floor to keep away disease etc, and when they get to fat too move, their little leggies get burnt and you can see the remains in the skin. But what happens if you only want breasts? is it unethical to only want breasts? Should we be buying a whole chicken and hacking it up ourselves? Really of course, we should all be attending farmers markets and buying only the freshest produce, right from the earth. We should looke the farmers in the eyes and say 'were you cruel to this chicken?' and we should grab hunks of delicious fresh meat marbled with fat and cook it as fresh as we dare, delighting in the freshness of it, a la Hugh Fearnly whittingstall. And here we have moved on to another issue with food – perhaps less ethical, but important nonetheless.The britsh, we are told have lost the pure pleasure of food. Nigel Slater (OFM's resident foodie, aka, God) cannot stress the importance of food as pleasure. You should choose the freshest ingredients (those which are inseason, chosen – ethically – at your local farmers market) to cook something seasonally relevant and gastronomically orgasmic. If food magazines are food porn, Nigel Slater is the pimp, the producer – the porn king. His descriptions of juicy plums and ripe tomatoes, fresh fruit and vegetables send shivers down my spine (not only is he an excellent cook, but a truly talented writer. He also wears converse, which is so cool that i do wish he wasn't married). I want to rush out and buy some late season plumbs and eat them, juice dribbling down my chin. So now we must combine ethics and pleasure, also avoiding the perils of over packaging and wasting food (about 40% of the food brought into the UK is thrown out).
And therin lies another conundrum. People all over the world are starving and we throw all our food away. What can we do – it would be off by the time Royal Mail got it to Africa anyway. Buy less? but we'd be short of something. Buy more frequently perhaps, but we just don't have time. Well, now the scientists have discovered they can 'grow meat' in a petri dish – wahey! now we can feed the starving masses lumps of tissue cells mashed together to form something barely recognisable as meat in the way we now (or should now be seeing it). King of all things fleshly, Hugh Fearnly Whittingstall's diatribe against petri-meat was amusing in its way, although terrifying in others. The message however has become clear to me: you can't help others without sacriicing something yourself.Even if I eat all organic, locally grown pruduce, full of lumps and bumps and fairly traded, I'm sure i'll still be doing something wrong.
September 05, 2005
Section A: The Real World
Certainly, theres a lot been happening in the world for discussion, even prompting a little hand wringing about the state of the world in general – something I usually leave to the conservatives and the Sun readers. Although I'm surprised they care, given how little real news actually makes it into the Sun these days. All that rubbishy news stuff merely got in the way of what papers were really for – adverts and pornography, innnit? But anyway, terrible things occuring. I am begginning to feel that the world is imploding and Malthus was right all along, although not entirely. Last week my metro must have contained several thousand deaths. Stampedes in Iraq, hurricanes in America and a few particularly twisted and or evil murders. Just think of all the plain old everyday husband kills wife/ junkie kills junkie / random person killed themselves that didn't make the news. (As it turned out, there was a suicide that day, but it was spectacularly newsworthy – mother drags young children in fron tof high speed heathrow express. Its got everything – drama (the train) mystery (who knows why she did it) and tragedy (a mother killing her young children)). Not to mention all of that, going on in every other country in the world – some more, some less (but not that much left) Its a miracle to me that theres any humans left. We appear to be accelerating towards our own distruction on an astronimical scale. And I haven't even got to wars or natural disasters (OK, I mentioned the hurricane, but more i'm talking about famines, droughts etc – long term shit). Malthus reckoned that nature would curb us (this was after a radical transformation from his previous POV, which was that our shocking over use of resources and over population should be controled by abstinence (not contraception – abstinence only) Aparantly, birds do it, bees do it, but humans shouldn't, cause they do it too damn much. But any way, we're apparantly giving nature a helping hand. Of course, this in itself is supposing that humans and nature are seperate, and that is a whole 'nother debate.