I stopped eating Negro soul food about 10 years ago, as it is extremely bad for your health (your heart and your arteries will thank you for cutting out that swine), and I'm not really a fan of the taste of that so-called "scrap food."
However, people love to eat their junk food, particularly anything that's made from pork products. I'm not the nutritionist, but I believe pork is chump for you because it's so dense in fats.
Some people don't give a fly-F and they just keep eating pork anyway.
Well I've got good news for you, read on...
A group of university researchers in the United States announced Sunday that they had created what sounds like a nutritional holy grail: cloned pigs that make their own omega-3 fatty acids, potentially leading to bacon and pork chops that might help your heart.
For now, the benefits of the research are highly theoretical. Omega-3 fatty acids, which have been linked to reduced incidence of heart disease, are primarily found in fish. No one knows whether the omega-3s would have the same effect if people ate them in pork, because the saturated fat in pork might cancel any benefits.
And government approval for such genetically modified foods is certain to face opposition from consumer groups.
Alexander Leaf, an emeritus professor of clinical medicine at Harvard, said he was confident that pork and other foods with omega-3s would eventually get to consumers and that consumers would be the better for it.
"People can continue to eat their junk food," Leaf said. "You won't have to change your diet, but you will be getting what you need."
For years, nutritionists have urged people to eat fish rich in omega-3 fatty acids. But fish can be expensive, not everyone likes it and omega-3s are in greatest abundance in oily fish like tuna, which contains mercury. Not to mention the fact that fish tastes a WHOLE LOT BETTER THAN pig!
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Monday, March 27, 2006
Quit Pushing Dave Chappelle
Over the weekend I had a chance to see Dave's flick Dave Chappelle's Block Party, and I was extremely surprised. Mainly because the trailers and promos don't do the film justice. It's not a comedy film, it's a music documentary up there with the Woodstock film or The Last Waltz or Gimme Shelter or any of the other successful concert films that we've seen over the past forty years. The one interesting note is that concert was record in September 2004, right before John Legend droppped his amazing debut album, and we see John up on the bandstand backing up Kanye West. Curious bit of history missed, in that we could have seen an early performance of John before he became a staple in the urban music scene.
The film is one of the most entertaining films in recent memory (as 2004 & 2005 were rife with junk from all corners of the entertainment spectrum), Dave continues delight and entertain like the best of them (sadly, though this is before he cancelled Season Three of his wildly popular show, so who knows if he'll want to invite this kind of attention again..."
It was interesting seeing The Fugees come back together and preform. I wonder if this performance was the catalyst for their supposed reuniting to record a new album (it was scheduled to drop last December, so I'm not going to hold my breath).
I couldn't understand Erykah Badu's presentation... I'd be extremely curious to talk with her, as most entertainer men who have kicked it with her have suffered some sort of distortion affect.
Favorite Lines: "How many white people does it take to change a light bulb? None, they'll just get a nigga to do it."
(sic)The thing about The Sty is, you walk down one street and it's right out of the Cosby Show, you turn the corner and it's something right out of Good Times.
The one thing this film shows, at the end, is that Dave has thumbed his nose at the white power establishment, in that he's told them, "ya can't buy me, ya cracker bastards." This makes him more of an icon, but also puts him in a weird place, because I think a lot of people don't want to deal with a Black man in entertainment who can't "be bought."
The film is one of the most entertaining films in recent memory (as 2004 & 2005 were rife with junk from all corners of the entertainment spectrum), Dave continues delight and entertain like the best of them (sadly, though this is before he cancelled Season Three of his wildly popular show, so who knows if he'll want to invite this kind of attention again..."
It was interesting seeing The Fugees come back together and preform. I wonder if this performance was the catalyst for their supposed reuniting to record a new album (it was scheduled to drop last December, so I'm not going to hold my breath).
I couldn't understand Erykah Badu's presentation... I'd be extremely curious to talk with her, as most entertainer men who have kicked it with her have suffered some sort of distortion affect.
Favorite Lines: "How many white people does it take to change a light bulb? None, they'll just get a nigga to do it."
(sic)The thing about The Sty is, you walk down one street and it's right out of the Cosby Show, you turn the corner and it's something right out of Good Times.
The one thing this film shows, at the end, is that Dave has thumbed his nose at the white power establishment, in that he's told them, "ya can't buy me, ya cracker bastards." This makes him more of an icon, but also puts him in a weird place, because I think a lot of people don't want to deal with a Black man in entertainment who can't "be bought."
Friday, March 24, 2006
Enough Already
Okay, you know what's killing me (softly)? Is that the Natalee Holloway investigation is still in the news. The chick's been missing since las May -- from a tropical island! She's not even fish food anymore, she's plankton. or part of the reef right now!
And yet, she's gets full story write up on CCN.com today.
No one is every going to find her.
Just chalk it with the rest of disappearances or killings that never get solved. Some old Jack The Ripper type of shits.
And yet, she's gets full story write up on CCN.com today.
No one is every going to find her.
Just chalk it with the rest of disappearances or killings that never get solved. Some old Jack The Ripper type of shits.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Americans = Idiots On The Higest Magnitude
Recent reports have stated that far too many students can't pass the High School Exiting Exams. In fact some kids are suing their State government, because they've passed all their classes and done everything else required by their school district to get a diploma, but the State says no.
One huge problem with the United State Education System is that each little township controls the educational standards.
Funny thing is people enjoy being dumb. Take the Gas Pricing, it's averaged out to 2.51/gallon. Pretty much what it was when everyone was screaming bloody murder last year, and the Oil Industry made such record profits that the leaders of that Industry (part of the Bush cabal) have been called up to testify in front of Theocratic control GOP run Congress.
And do the under-40 set give a shit? Nope!
The public is so selfishly caught up in what ever else is infecting their puny little lives that they've just absorbed the price hike like it ain't no thing.
What it is, is a Tax that feeds the corporate robber barons, instead of the government, to pay for the War In Iraq. Bush is playing it smart, he's refusing to raise taxes, because that just puts money in the hands of the Government; by enabling the petroleum industry to gouge the fuck out of the consumer, the so-called Gas Tax is making all the Bushies who are getting no-bid hand-outs, uh I mean contracts, from the Government more wealthy than they need to be.
What's the biggest kick in the pants (or should I say nutsack) is that Hybrid Car sales are faltering, because consumers have "done the math" and feel that the premium price tag of the hybrid doesn't off-set the higher gas prices (at their current level, they will go up by next summer, breaching $3/gal. for most places except the Heartland of America) IN THE MUTHAFUCKIN' SHORT RUN.
The issue with hybrid cars is not to save a quarter or two at the pump, but to ween the country off of diminishing fossil fuels for transportation; thereby localizing oil for use only as a power source for the Big Grids that juice up our over-populated megaopolises.
If I still didn't owe money on my car (5 payments left!!!), I look into getting a hybrid. Only thing is I'm NEVER going to have a Car Note again. Which means that if I don't the cash to pay for it, or some other income stream that can handle the car note and still pay for the rest of car owning expense AND still kick me a little cash, then I'm not getting rid of my current car for another 3 to 5 years.
Have you ever seen how the Taliban-esque Evangelical Christians that dominate the South and Republican politics believe in this janky-ass concept called Imminent Rapture? Not the expert, it's basically a concept where the Earth is 'bout to get ass-fucked and only the true believers of Christ's teachings (as outlined by people like Jerry Falwell) will survive by going to Heaven (apparently there's a whole cottage industry on this belief, with millions of books being sold and converting Southerns into this boolshit line of thinking). Anyway, the shameless trick about Imminent Rapture is that it forecasts a wild explosion of the society that we know, which makes planning for the future, completely and totally unnecessary.
We can listen to Prez. Bush with a tin ear, 'cause he doesn't really have to means or power or political clout to ween the adicted American economy off of oil from those chumps in the Middle East.
Americans will reap what they've sown. Malcolm X said it, and I'm saying it again.
One huge problem with the United State Education System is that each little township controls the educational standards.
Funny thing is people enjoy being dumb. Take the Gas Pricing, it's averaged out to 2.51/gallon. Pretty much what it was when everyone was screaming bloody murder last year, and the Oil Industry made such record profits that the leaders of that Industry (part of the Bush cabal) have been called up to testify in front of Theocratic control GOP run Congress.
And do the under-40 set give a shit? Nope!
The public is so selfishly caught up in what ever else is infecting their puny little lives that they've just absorbed the price hike like it ain't no thing.
What it is, is a Tax that feeds the corporate robber barons, instead of the government, to pay for the War In Iraq. Bush is playing it smart, he's refusing to raise taxes, because that just puts money in the hands of the Government; by enabling the petroleum industry to gouge the fuck out of the consumer, the so-called Gas Tax is making all the Bushies who are getting no-bid hand-outs, uh I mean contracts, from the Government more wealthy than they need to be.
What's the biggest kick in the pants (or should I say nutsack) is that Hybrid Car sales are faltering, because consumers have "done the math" and feel that the premium price tag of the hybrid doesn't off-set the higher gas prices (at their current level, they will go up by next summer, breaching $3/gal. for most places except the Heartland of America) IN THE MUTHAFUCKIN' SHORT RUN.
The issue with hybrid cars is not to save a quarter or two at the pump, but to ween the country off of diminishing fossil fuels for transportation; thereby localizing oil for use only as a power source for the Big Grids that juice up our over-populated megaopolises.
If I still didn't owe money on my car (5 payments left!!!), I look into getting a hybrid. Only thing is I'm NEVER going to have a Car Note again. Which means that if I don't the cash to pay for it, or some other income stream that can handle the car note and still pay for the rest of car owning expense AND still kick me a little cash, then I'm not getting rid of my current car for another 3 to 5 years.
Have you ever seen how the Taliban-esque Evangelical Christians that dominate the South and Republican politics believe in this janky-ass concept called Imminent Rapture? Not the expert, it's basically a concept where the Earth is 'bout to get ass-fucked and only the true believers of Christ's teachings (as outlined by people like Jerry Falwell) will survive by going to Heaven (apparently there's a whole cottage industry on this belief, with millions of books being sold and converting Southerns into this boolshit line of thinking). Anyway, the shameless trick about Imminent Rapture is that it forecasts a wild explosion of the society that we know, which makes planning for the future, completely and totally unnecessary.
We can listen to Prez. Bush with a tin ear, 'cause he doesn't really have to means or power or political clout to ween the adicted American economy off of oil from those chumps in the Middle East.
Americans will reap what they've sown. Malcolm X said it, and I'm saying it again.
BOOK REVIEW - AMERICAN THEOCRACY
Kevin Philips, the man who coined the term Sunbelt in the late 60s and predicted the rise of the neoConservative Moment, smacks the hell out of that brand of corrupted politics in his new book. A semi-polemic that meticulously outlines what will cause the end of America, as it still vociferously
Although Phillips is scathingly critical of what he considers the dangerous policies of the Bush administration, he does not spend much time examining the ideas and behavior of the president and his advisers. Instead, he identifies three broad and related trends — none of them new to the Bush years but all of them, he believes, exacerbated by this administration's policies — that together threaten the future of the United States and the world. One is the role of oil in defining and, as Phillips sees it, distorting American foreign and domestic policy. The second is the ominous intrusion of radical Christianity into politics and government. And the third is the astonishing levels of debt — current and prospective — that both the government and the American people have been heedlessly accumulating. If there is a single, if implicit, theme running through the three linked essays that form this book, it is the failure of leaders to look beyond their own and the country's immediate ambitions and desires so as to plan prudently for a darkening future.
The American press in the first days of the Iraq war reported extensively on the Pentagon's failure to post American troops in front of the National Museum in Baghdad, which, as a result, was looted of many of its great archaeological treasures. Less widely reported, but to Phillips far more meaningful, was the immediate posting of troops around the Iraqi Oil Ministry, which held the maps and charts that were the key to effective oil production. Phillips fully supports an explanation of the Iraq war that the Bush administration dismisses as conspiracy theory — that its principal purpose was to secure vast oil reserves that would enable the United States to control production and to lower prices. ("Think of Iraq as a military base with a very large oil reserve underneath," an oil analyst said a couple of years ago. "You can't ask for better than that.") Terrorism, weapons of mass destruction, tyranny, democracy and other public rationales were, Phillips says, simply ruses to disguise the real motivation for the invasion.
There is little in "American Theocracy" that is wholly original to Phillips, as he frankly admits by his frequent reference to the work of other writers and scholars. What makes this book powerful in spite of the familiarity of many of its arguments is his rare gift for looking broadly and structurally at social and political change. By describing a series of major transformations, by demonstrating the relationships among them and by discussing them with passionate restraint, Phillips has created a harrowing picture of national danger that no American reader will welcome, but that none should ignore.
Although Phillips is scathingly critical of what he considers the dangerous policies of the Bush administration, he does not spend much time examining the ideas and behavior of the president and his advisers. Instead, he identifies three broad and related trends — none of them new to the Bush years but all of them, he believes, exacerbated by this administration's policies — that together threaten the future of the United States and the world. One is the role of oil in defining and, as Phillips sees it, distorting American foreign and domestic policy. The second is the ominous intrusion of radical Christianity into politics and government. And the third is the astonishing levels of debt — current and prospective — that both the government and the American people have been heedlessly accumulating. If there is a single, if implicit, theme running through the three linked essays that form this book, it is the failure of leaders to look beyond their own and the country's immediate ambitions and desires so as to plan prudently for a darkening future.
The American press in the first days of the Iraq war reported extensively on the Pentagon's failure to post American troops in front of the National Museum in Baghdad, which, as a result, was looted of many of its great archaeological treasures. Less widely reported, but to Phillips far more meaningful, was the immediate posting of troops around the Iraqi Oil Ministry, which held the maps and charts that were the key to effective oil production. Phillips fully supports an explanation of the Iraq war that the Bush administration dismisses as conspiracy theory — that its principal purpose was to secure vast oil reserves that would enable the United States to control production and to lower prices. ("Think of Iraq as a military base with a very large oil reserve underneath," an oil analyst said a couple of years ago. "You can't ask for better than that.") Terrorism, weapons of mass destruction, tyranny, democracy and other public rationales were, Phillips says, simply ruses to disguise the real motivation for the invasion.
There is little in "American Theocracy" that is wholly original to Phillips, as he frankly admits by his frequent reference to the work of other writers and scholars. What makes this book powerful in spite of the familiarity of many of its arguments is his rare gift for looking broadly and structurally at social and political change. By describing a series of major transformations, by demonstrating the relationships among them and by discussing them with passionate restraint, Phillips has created a harrowing picture of national danger that no American reader will welcome, but that none should ignore.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
MOVIE REVIEW - BRICK
everyone has a soft spot for a center film genre, and mine is for film noir. I was bitten by the hard-boiled bug when I was in high school, and American Movie Classics just debuted. I saw a bunch of those 40s flicks, stuff like Murder, My Sweet, The Big Magambo, Out of the Past, Where The Sidewalk Ends, and Laura. I couldn't get over the distinctive dialogue and delivery style of Spade, Marlowe and the others. I loved the twisted motives that circled around the murder and mayhem in that underbelly of society that those films mined so well.
Even when the genre got revivied in the early 80s and then again in the early 90s, that rip-your-head-off dialogue was absent (except in a few notable films). Obviously audiences wouldn't put up the now-cliched dialogue in a now-cliched situations in New York or LA.
Last night however, it was back (not in its glory, but close enough) in a seeminly slieght film called Brick, a film noir set in of all places southern Orange County, CA with high school seniors as our players. The cast is a bunch of nobodies, except for the weird performance by , the luminous key, but bit role by Emilie de Ravin (the best thing going on LOST) and the hot, hot, hot Meagan Goode - you remember her, right?
How can you forget those DSLs? I can't.
Meagan's performance continued make me a big fan, because it was role that showed she has some acting skills -- basically because she's not playing an archetypical Black Girl role; you know what I'm talking about... a hoochie, a golddiggin' slut, a neck-snaking ghetto bitch, or a gangster's moll (surprising, considering this was a film noir).
The Orange County location with its absentee adults and wacked out kids is a perfect setting for a new entry into the genre. Mainly, because you can't go a month without reading in the newspaper about some sad saps in the O.C. doing some bizarre-ass shit, like schoolyard planned & sanctioned gang rapes, E and coke trafficking in the cafeteria or at the local Carl's Jr., and laughable gun violence that these wannabe's emulate from their silly infatuation with the likes of the gangsta rappers they somehow feel kinship with.
The movie does a great job lifting and re-imagining the hardboiled dialogue that made everyone believe Humphery Bogart was a tough guy.
I don't know when it's coming out, and it's probably going to be overshadowed by the wildly overhyped V FOR VENDETTA - could be good, could be bad, the Wachowski Brothers are only batting .125, let's not forget that (how'd I get that number? They've been behind 5 films, so you do the math. Not living up to their potential, I'd say).
Anyway, the only interesting film noir that was out recently was that UK import Layer Cake, I'm reading the novel right now, I'll tell you how it is once I'm done. Good so far. A bit cheeky, but that's the point.
Even when the genre got revivied in the early 80s and then again in the early 90s, that rip-your-head-off dialogue was absent (except in a few notable films). Obviously audiences wouldn't put up the now-cliched dialogue in a now-cliched situations in New York or LA.
Last night however, it was back (not in its glory, but close enough) in a seeminly slieght film called Brick, a film noir set in of all places southern Orange County, CA with high school seniors as our players. The cast is a bunch of nobodies, except for the weird performance by , the luminous key, but bit role by Emilie de Ravin (the best thing going on LOST) and the hot, hot, hot Meagan Goode - you remember her, right?
How can you forget those DSLs? I can't.
Meagan's performance continued make me a big fan, because it was role that showed she has some acting skills -- basically because she's not playing an archetypical Black Girl role; you know what I'm talking about... a hoochie, a golddiggin' slut, a neck-snaking ghetto bitch, or a gangster's moll (surprising, considering this was a film noir).
The Orange County location with its absentee adults and wacked out kids is a perfect setting for a new entry into the genre. Mainly, because you can't go a month without reading in the newspaper about some sad saps in the O.C. doing some bizarre-ass shit, like schoolyard planned & sanctioned gang rapes, E and coke trafficking in the cafeteria or at the local Carl's Jr., and laughable gun violence that these wannabe's emulate from their silly infatuation with the likes of the gangsta rappers they somehow feel kinship with.
The movie does a great job lifting and re-imagining the hardboiled dialogue that made everyone believe Humphery Bogart was a tough guy.
I don't know when it's coming out, and it's probably going to be overshadowed by the wildly overhyped V FOR VENDETTA - could be good, could be bad, the Wachowski Brothers are only batting .125, let's not forget that (how'd I get that number? They've been behind 5 films, so you do the math. Not living up to their potential, I'd say).
Anyway, the only interesting film noir that was out recently was that UK import Layer Cake, I'm reading the novel right now, I'll tell you how it is once I'm done. Good so far. A bit cheeky, but that's the point.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Tit Grabbing And Other Funny Moments
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