Thursday, May 31, 2007

Wild Blueberry.


The little guy is free. Having spent the evening curled into a peach basket with some watermelon and cat food (apparently, the diet of champions -- Charlie also approved), Blueberry was released back into the wild yesterday evening. At first, he was a little hesitant to leave the confines of the basket, choosing instead to play, rolling the basket back and forth along the ground. Like any kid. "Look surrogate ma, no hands!" I guess that means he had at least been comfortable overnight.


Even when we tried to encourage him to leave the basket, he clung to it with Captain Hook-like claws. Eventually, though, he succumbed to the smells of the pond, the twitterings of birds and insects and the opportunity to frolic about among the reeds, taking tentative steps -- blueberry nose twitching. But really, who wouldn't? "Hey, there's a turtle! Got a nutcracker handy?"


Musical accompaniment: Ohbijou - "Raccoons"

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

And Its Nose Was Like a Blueberry.

On an evening when SCS and I rescued a frightened little 'teenaged' raccoon caught inside the market downtown, I found myself reflecting a bit about the level of kindness many exhibit toward others. Sometimes it's surprisingly high; others, it seems to be completely lacking.

The young raccoon was separated from its family and had been wandering through the parking lot before climbing up into SCS's wheel well. Eyes, little pools of night with small stars glimmering behind them. Paws with claws, quick as snakes. And its nose was like a blueberry, which became its name.

Eventually trapped in a bag and handled roughly by market staff, Blueberry was resting in a shopping cart with a stray rind of watermelon and a stalk of celery when I first saw him. Sure, raccoons can be pests, but I didn't get the impression the staff wanted anything other than to see the animal die. And he was frightened, with eyes as wild as he, particularly as I transferred him to a bushel basket for transport.

Earlier in the evening, I had come home and there was a cardboard box placed in the hallway down from my apartment with a note on it. Yes, prying eyes had to know what it said, particularly as I had to step around the box. While there may have been some history between the tenants about which I am unaware, there, likewise, may have simply been a misunderstanding. Either way, the wording on the note seemed to me to be a little harsh:


"To whot (sic) it may concern.

There are no servants (underlined) to take your empty boxes and put it (sic) outside, where it belongs. Suggest you do it yourself ASAP.

One of your fellow residents."


Yes, we may annoy each other and sure, many people don't bother to follow the rules. It can still be tough to fathom our capacity for callousness when we get so bent out of shape over a cardboard box, but really have no regard for a living, breathing animal whose home is increasingly being encroached upon by human sprawl.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Borders Patrolled by Google.

While I certainly understand the importance of security, both at our borders and online, it was with more than a little incredulity that I read this story about a noted British Columbia psychotherapist who was denied entry to the United States after a border guard 'Googled' his name.

And it's not like he turned up a rap sheet. No, Andrew Feldmar, in the course of his studies, had experimented with LSD
nearly 40 years ago which, given the times and his profession, would hardly have been uncommon. Having published some of his results in a respected academic journal, Feldmar's admission to past drug use has now turned up online and was grounds for his permanent banishment from the United States. I can just imagine the thick red tape -- the stripes from 'Old Glory', perhaps -- pulled across the border between our two countries.

Post-9/11 particularly, there is very little question we must be vigilant at our borders. While I cannot imagine the personnel staffing them have an easy job to do, one must still exercise a certain degree of common sense. Feldmar had travelled to the United States frequently without issue and the statute of limitations for drug offenses is even generally capped at five years.

Just how much information about us is available online can be startling and a certain amount of savvy and diligence are required to ensure we take necessary precautions. It's not uncommon for schools, employers, friends and others to search online for information that will round out their impression of you and 'Facebooking' someone now seems akin to what 'Googling' them was just a few years ago. Technology can be a fascinating tool, but while the Internet breaks down borders for many, it apparently closes them to others.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Greatest. Headline. Ever.

A day after feeling all clever for thinking of an alternative headline for the story, "Plant Sale Benefits Bursaries" ("Nurseries for Bursaries"), I came across this Associated Press piece with what has to be the absolute best headline I've ever read: "Skywalkers in Korea Cross Han Solo". No, I'm not the most rabid of Star Wars fans, but I can certainly appreciate the cleverness of coming up with a catchy headline about a high wire championship across the River Han. No word if the successful acrobats used The Force to guide them across. Nor if there are plans to hold a similar event to cross the Yoda River in Japan.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Type O? Negative. Typo!

Regular readers of this blog will know I have a fondness for discovering random spelling and grammatical errors, particularly if they are found in unexpected places or if they take on unintended meanings. So no, the Internet, therefore, does not generally qualify. But, packaging, signs, major publications -- all things you want to be sure to have edited thoroughly before going to print -- do. Under the caveat, of course, that we all make mistakes. My personal best included writing an editorial in which I referred to a "research-insensitive (rather than intensive) university." Spell check isn't enough, folks. Of course, sometimes, neither is a team of editors with sharpened pencils.

This week (no, not weak), we have two blunders to add to the pantheon. The box to the right is for a milk foamer, the directions for which indicate "Skin milk works best". Is that the same kind of milk that goes into soap?

The other came from a Canadian Press story, running on the front page of the newspaper on Friday, about the Royal Canadian Mint's issue of a $3-million gold coin. In the story, the writer referred to one side of the coin having "three maple leafs". And I don't think he was referring to the hockey team, despite how central it seems to be to many people around these parts. MLSE marketing at its finest, ingrained in our psyches. Wouldn't it be great if they paid Mats Sundin's salary with a few of the tire-sized coins?

When I pointed this out to a colleague, he contacted CP -- pretty much the definitive source for grammar in our industry -- to see if we were somehow missing something. The editor in charge said he would let us know if there was some anomaly in the grammar; otherwise, if we didn't hear back, they had simply made a mistake. We never heard back. In fact, subsequent versions of the story have run with the correct use of "leaves". Which of course would segue nicely with the noted grammar book, "Eats, Shoots & Leaves", by Lynne Truss. But that's another whole monologue.

Yes, grammar = important. A cartoon I saw a few years ago demonstrated the importance of comma usage. In it, the sentences, "Get me the paper boy" and "Get me the paper, boy" led to two very distinct actions by the family dog. And of course, hilarity ensued. Maybe less so for the paper boy.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Truth, Inconvenient or Otherwise.

For good reason, global environmental reform seems to be on everyone's tongues these days. From magazine covers to government funding to the near rock star status of Al Gore, talk about the environment is heating up just as quickly as our atmosphere. Or likely, more quickly. Even the term 'green' has taken on a whole new meaning during our lifetime. More important than talk, of course, are education and action.

Hosted by The University of Western Ontario today, the Scientific Journey brought together researchers from a variety of disciplines to deliver lectures to high school students and members of the broader community about issues related to climate change and the environment. Five researchers made 20-minute presentations at the seventh annual event, the theme for which was: "Our Changing Planet". I jotted down a few points from the various presentations I found interesting. Or at least particularly staggering.

  • Only six per cent of raw materials used in the production process actually end up in the final end product.
  • Canadians are often up in arms about the United States' refusal to ratify the Kyoto protocol, yet Canada's carbon emissions rates are more than double those of our neighbours to the south (30 per cent to 13).
  • Scientists are predicting an increase in temperature of between 1-6 degrees by the end of this century, which is consistent with the shifts in temperature that have historically occurred every 10,000 years or so and led to ice ages.
  • Scientists trying to 'fertilize' the ocean by 'sinking' carbons created a blume that traveled 1,500 kilometres in three days. This inability to control the blume (and the effects of the blume itself) helped make the experiment an utter failure.
  • A study has been done showing the economic benefit of insects to be approximately $57 billion USD through 'free' things they generate for us humans. Think about that the next time your shoe sets its sights on a little critter.
  • The Wal-Mart empire uses enough energy each year to power all of Namibia (which is slightly more than half the size of Alaska). But at least you and I get Everyday Low Prices.
  • The world's most profitable company? Exxon-Mobil at $39.5 billion. And yet we read in the papers how oil companies make very little profit and how high gas prices are really the result of exorbitant taxes.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Well, That's a Might Unfriendly.

More spam. And much like the processed meat product, this message contained very little substance. In fact, it was so off the wall a colleague and I shared a laugh when he forwarded it to me. Completely random.

Intended to stir panic, it (in very poorly worded English, no less) threatens destruction of your hard drive, yet contains no executable files. Talk about driving a hard bargain with your hard drive. Better yet, it threatens the appearance of "the pornographic procedure". Hunh? If that fear mongering wasn't enough, the spamster was kind enough to play on east-west tensions. Oh, but at least he wants nothing. You know, except money. A few anyway.

Subject: [Spam?] how you doing?are you hear me?
hi there
hi you,first i want tell you im not a good man,im a Hacker, therefore when you saw this email,my virus already invaded in your computer,i want nothing,i just want a few money. so you must send 80 US DOLLARS to my epay(web site removed ) account,if you dont do it,i will Releases my virus,and then your computer will be paralysed and appears the pornographic procedure.This is not a joke,think about it. check this link to send money to me: (removed) when you send money to me,call me at: (email address removed) and then i wll Cancels my virus,but i just can wait you 5days only. if u dont care about this,so lets see what will happen
see you very soon
A Iranians man( i Hate Westerners)


As an added bonus, yesterday's quote of the day comes from the ever-quotable Courtney Love:

"I'm going to have a Christie's auction. [My house] is like a mausoleum. My daughter [14-year-old Frances Bean] doesn't need to inherit a giant hefty bag full of flannel f***ing shirts ... A sweater, a guitar and the lyrics to 'Teen Spirit' -- that's what my daughter gets. And the rest of it we'll just f***ing sell."

Um, okay. Thanks Courtney. I wonder if -- as an added bonus -- Ms. Love will throw in any of the thousands of copies of her last solo effort that went unsold?

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

A Calm Descends Over the City.

With final exams wrapping up yesterday and nearly 30,000 university students packing up to begin the mass exodus homeward for summer, a strange calm has descended upon the city this morning. Albeit a calm littered with burnt-out couches, splintered desks and sheaves of paper left in the wake of student experience. It seems so recently wide-eyed students descended upon the city in anticipation of fall classes and renewed acquaintances. Eager, with unburnished Ikea Allen keys and a freezer full of home cooking.

And now, the city gets a reprieve as it sheds its skin for a few months prior to an injection of new energy, and new life, again in September.

move out day in the student ghetto

Empty shells in the shadows,
contents outed
haunted by the whispers of shouts,
echoing still.

A year's story written in the scattered trail
of colourful packaging
(new and improved!)
leading to the horse trailer idling outside.

2007.05.01

Monday, April 30, 2007

Someone Has a Sense of Humour.

Now that's a road trip. This began making its rounds over the past week or so, but I hadn't taken the time to check it out until tonight. It seems the programmers (or at least one of them) at Google Maps have a sense of humour (look for forthcoming trademark on "Giggle"). And maybe some very strong arms. Simply enter a point of origin in North America and a destination in Europe before choosing "Get Directions" and you'll find out just how long it will take you to get there. London, Ontario to London, UK? Apparently, such a voyage should take you "about 29 days and 16 hours" to cover the 6,955 kilometres.

Point number 25 on the left-hand side, though (click on image for larger view)? "Swim across the Atlantic Ocean." Only 5,572 kilometres! Alas, there's no mention if the time calculation includes any compensation for having to strap your car to your back.

Friday, April 13, 2007

No Lakes, Nor Swimmers, But Great.

With tremendous anticipation, I went to see Great Lake Swimmers last night at Aeolian Hall, an intimate setting with excellent acoustics and a pleasant ambience, replete with an older gentleman volunteer handing out ballots for the evening’s door prize. Can’t say I’ve been to many rock (okay, folk) concerts offering door prizes. Aeolian Hall is also where GLS recorded their latest album, Ongiara.

Meeting a number of friends, the evening started off with a pleasant surprise as the first of the evening’s three bands, ohbijou, threatened to steal all the thunder. Well, as much thunder as a seven-piece band decked out with cellos, banjos, glockenspiels and the odd melodica can muster, anyway. Ooh, and a tiny xylophone. Okay, it wasn’t that much of a barn dance – the audience seemed spellbound, likely in part out of surprise, at the beauty of the performance. They alone were worth the $10 admission. ohbijou's debut album, Swift Feet for Troubling Times, is a spectacularly packaged (and individually numbered) ensemble produced using letterpress and salvaged engravings. But it’s the music that’s most highly recommended.

I had also been looking forward to the evening’s second act, the Two Minute Miracles, in part because their memorable song, Rayon Queen in a Nylon Dream. To me though, they fell a little flat, but gathered strength as the set progressed. Both in style, and in performance, they just didn’t measure up to the evening’s other two acts.

No ifs ands or buts, though, everyone was there to see the spellbinding Tony Dekker and Great Lake Swimmers. Generally, it’s nice to have live performances vary from the performance given on an album, but as Ongiara was recorded in the same room, it was almost haunting to hear the performance duplicated. It was crisp and polished. And beautiful. Stepping between the band’s three full-lengths, Dekker et al. played most of the favourites, including some solo, though a notable absence was merge a vessel, a harbour (a shout-out to Joyce, who took my camera to a better vantage point and provided the shots found here).

A real treat was having Basia Bulat join GLS on stage to perform four songs. Bulat, a recent musical obsession of mine, has been opening for the band on their recent tour, so I found it surprising she wasn’t on the bill for her hometown show. Such a talent. She came out and sang accompaniment, which added another dimension to Dekker’s voice. A very nice touch.

Oh, and the door prize? My name called out from the stage, leading to pats on the back from those around me. Raised arms and loud hurrahs. The prize? A hippie candle set from a local retailer. It sort of led me to think: “Hey mom, I won you a candle at a rock (okay, folk) concert”. And really, how often do you get to say that?

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Bio Meets Tron. And Insects Scatter.

Having watched this project develop from being just a concept and a plot of land, I was glad to finally have the chance yesterday to tour the nearly completed Biotron, a new $30-million research facility on campus at The University of Western Ontario. A name like that makes me think of some futuristic movie rather than a very large science experiment.

A movie, it is not -- but futuristic would certainly apply. The one-of-a-kind facility is, according to the international scientific community anyway, a decade ahead of its time and will allow researchers to reconstruct entire mini-ecosystems so they can address complex interactions that occur between biological organisms in air, soil and water, particularly in light of changes to our climate and environment. Specially constructed chambers will even allow biologists to reproduce climates ranging from 40 above to 40 below.

Why? Among key studies, researchers will be better able to evaluate issues of biodiversity, safely testing genetically modified organisms and performing gene transfer experiments for developing crops. Providing particular benefits to third-world countries, these crops could be used to grow food in harsh environments and to develop protein-rich plants used in pharmaceuticals.

Another neat component of the project is that, through high speed computing, researchers around the world will be able to conduct and monitor experiments at the Biotron without ever leaving their desks. Using computers and imaging tools installed in the facility, they will be able to control and manipulate microscopes while receiving real-time data and communicating with colleagues across the globe about their observations. It does indeed almost seem to be the stuff movies are made of.

Walking around in awe of the size and capabilities the facility will have once construction is complete, I still found myself chuckling at what was without question the funniest part of the whole tour: we were told there's going to be a full-time "bug chef" employed to make food for insects that will be part of the various modules. Yum -- I have to get my hands on one of those business cards.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Chalkfitti?

Roving through the blog for Toronto urban landscape magazine, Spacing, today, I found this story and was immediately drawn (pun intended) to the piece about public chalkboards.

Started by a Halifax art student, the chalkboards -- replete with chalk and cleaning rags (and in this case, thankfully, a ladder) -- have begun popping up in the Nova Scotian capital.

"Locations were chosen based on how the site might normally be used as a place for advertising or other forms of communication that members of the public would normally not have access to, other than through the illegal act of graffiti," says the artist, on the project's web site.

Not one to be bored, this is chock-full of potential. Clever, though I can't imagine chalk would be too easy to read from billboard height. Still, it's an interesting way to look at, and question, communication in an urban landscape.

As an aside (isn't everything here?), I found these buttons on the Spacing site. While I collected buttons as a child (Mary Brown's apparently felt I was pretty special, or at least a 'Tater Lover'), I can't say I ever had a full set detailing Toronto's subway stops, right down to the stations' tiling patterns. Now I can. But I still don't think I'm stuck on them, though I can't quite pinpoint why.

School Spirit.

I had intended to post this last month when we hosted the Chinese Ambassador to Canada, but it got shuffled under a bunch of other papers in anticipation of the American Ambassador's visit soon thereafter.

In this rah rah world of alumni, boosters and school pride, I found it funny to read in Mr. Lu's Curriculum Vitae that he had "graduated from a university in China". No university in particular, but...a university, nonetheless. A lack of connection to the school? A fear its reputation was less than stellar? School mascot was the dreaded Beaver? Then again, it's not like the Chinese government has a reputation for nailing down specifics on a number of fronts anyway.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

No Ordinary Joe.

Often, the best marketing tools are the simplest ones. With the number of meetings held on campus, I thought whomever came up with the idea to spice up coffee cups with comical information hit a home run. If caffeine wasn't enough, it's added incentive to stay awake as hours melt from the clock during back-to-back meetings. And a great branding effort to boot.

These cups were dreamt up by the Faculty of Science and include references to the chemical structure of caffeine, a chart showing the increasing risk of heart attack based on coffee consumption and -- my favourite -- the scientific basis behind the formation of a coffee stain. Brilliant. Also included are the scientific genus of the coffee plant, a discussion of fluid mechanics related to the mingling of coffee and milk, and the quote: "A mathematician is a device that turns coffee into theorems" (Alfréd Rényi).

Alas, for a university known for its environment-related research, these aren't exactly 'green'. Unlike me, who has envy wishing I had come up with the idea.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Awaken: It's Spring.

Sunshine. Like bears from a den, people around these parts are beginning to blink and rub their eyes in anticipation of impending spring. Verdant buds have even begun to tentatively poke their soft noses up through the soil, sniffing for the call that comes to them on the breeze. The crunchy frozen ground has been replaced with the squishiness of mud between exposed toes. And everywhere else. Of course, a couple days from now and we could again be shivering and cursing at the cruel taunt that is the warmth we're experiencing this week.

The nice weather has afforded SCS and me the opportunity to get out for a couple of beautiful hikes, including one two weekends ago in Komoka when the ground was still frozen enough to not be muddy, yet still warm enough to enjoy the stroll. And it's early enough in the season the paths are still relatively quiet.

Last weekend, too, SCS was kind enough to surprise me with a fieldtrip to Springwater to celebrate my upcoming birthday. Mmm, a maple syrup festival: fresh taffy and a horse ride into the bush, followed by a 5km hike in the foggy woods. All quiet except for my ankle, chattering like a squirrel at every step. And pileated woodpeckers, blitzkrieging their way through enormous trees. Spring has sprung and put a pep in my step.

Ugg (ly).

Granted, the Ugg/Uggly joke has been made far too many times already, but really, just take a look at them. Wandering around campus, it appears sometimes as though the ubiquitous boots themselves have sprouted legs, marching their oversized Jackie-O glasses/Lululemon yoga pant-wearing owners to the latest hotspot. Heel, lemmings. Plenty of sole, but no soul.

Then, when I didn't think one could have worse taste in footwear, along came a rash (with no apparent ointment) of fur trim and fuzzy tassles. Obviously trying to get a foot up on the competition and reclaim their position atop the pile, Ugg have now come out with a crocheted version of the boot. I must be out of the loop here -- when did crocheting become cool?

And even with the warmer weather, they don't go away. Ug(g)h.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

The Machine is Us/ing Us.

Despite resisting this long, I was finally sucked into the vortex that is Facebook, so this video, kindly forwarded to me by Joyce, is particularly apropos today. Reminiscent of the Googlezon piece that made its rounds a couple of years ago, this is a really well done short about the progress (?) of Internet technology and the digital compilation of information. Using wires instead of yarn, it's the quilting of the 21st century. Ironically, a lesson taught on YouTube?

Enjoy. Then be afraid. Very afraid. Okay, not really.



Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Whoops.

We had a chuckle around the office this morning at this correction, published in the venerable Globe & Mail newspaper. It tends to suck when you turn up unexpectedly in the obit pages. For those of you outside the country, Ben Mulroney is the son of former Canadian Prime Minister, Brian, and is a television personality here. Personality, that's it. We're thinking the obituary could, however, be appropriate for Mr. Mulroney's career, or does anybody actually still watch Canadian Idol or E-talk Daily?

Monday, March 12, 2007

Fighting the Power.

A panel discussion pertaining to university research ethics – specifically related to military funding – rekindled the academic spirit within me today. For someone generally quite averse to conflict, I definitely had my moments of wanting to throw down the gauntlet and join the fray of debate. Or else have my head explode.

Organized by a group calling itself Counter-Stryker, the event featured academics from Huron University College,The University of Western Ontario, York University and the University of Toronto. Regardless of where your personal politics lay, such discussions and debates are central to the whole nature of academia.

The main source of protest is focused on an engineering professor’s work toward developing lighter and stronger metals in partnership with General Dynamics Land Systems-Canada. Metals that may eventually be used on military vehicles, notably the Stryker Light Armoured Vehicle. Three of the panelists were staunchly against the research on the principle that it advances the war effort in Iraq; the fourth, Western’s Vice-President (Research & International Relations), obviously strongly supported the work on grounds of academic freedom. GDLS-C declined to participate which, given the attacks that would follow, was likely a wise decision.

I was already firmly entrenched (sure, let’s continue to use military-type words) in my personal stance on the issue, but I found I was nonetheless disappointed the ‘con’ speakers – despite the obviously imbalanced panel – couldn’t muster compelling-enough arguments to make me even think about individual aspects differently. I wanted to have my beliefs challenged. Instead, one speaker was abundantly arrogant, rude, offensive and generally disappointing for such a noted scholar. Academic snobbery. And intolerance. Sitting there with his hands over his ears while others spoke and calling the Vice-President “a liar”. Repeatedly. While fine, the other two came across as milquetoasts with insubstantially convincing arguments. I expected more.

Too often, the discussion was reduced to “the war in Iraq is bad and these machines are used in the war; therefore, the research should not be conducted.” A bit simple an argument for my tastes. Of course, much of the same was uttered on campuses during the Vietnam War. Yes, I get it – war is ugly and should be avoided. After thousands of years, however, we still haven’t managed to figure that out. In the meantime, let’s keep our soldiers safe.

One of the speakers said “modern war wouldn’t be possible without university campuses,” which is no doubt true. Should we instead still be digging trenches that scar the landscape the way mustard gas singed soldiers’ lungs? Or impaling opponents’ heads on pikes? History is written by the victors. Some research at the university may have military implications and, frankly, I would rather our soldiers have the best opportunity for coming out ahead. Or of coming home. Then we can put these metals to more quotidian use.

Another key beef related to an apparent lack of transparency, both before the agreement was signed, and after. The research has been widely publicized – in fact, Counter-Stryker organizers had, without my permission, been so ‘kind’ as to use one of my photographs from the original announcement in their literature. Er, propaganda. Someone questioned why we hadn’t been able to have a similar type discussion prior to signing the contract with GDLS-C, which sounds logical enough until you consider this university alone has more than 4,000 active research projects. Already, its researchers are loathe to accept further delays to ethics approval. Never mind the practicality of deciding who sits on the panels and makes decisions for each project deemed controversial. Who becomes the gatekeeper to decide which projects undergo extra scrutiny? We all have our buttons. And this would grind the whole research enterprise to a standstill. People were calling to see what is in the contracts as though Intellectual Property (let alone privacy) isn't important. It's naive to think we don't have to protect IP; to think someone with fewer scruples wouldn't take the next great idea if it were exposed to the world. It has happened, time and time again; there has to be some balance.

There is a slippery slope, though. It can present problems when researchers are in bed with corporations – checks and balances must be maintained to limit how much industry drives the research agenda. At the same time, where is research funding going to come from? Universities are increasingly being pushed into commercial partnerships by the ever-increasing costs of research infrastructure and by governments who demand industry collaboration. As is, at $9.4 million, contract research is still a relatively small piece of the $221 million research pie at Western. Four per cent.

But the need for money is still there and only industry has the cash – it may not be ideal, but it’s a reality. A notable example: a researcher at Western will likely know within three years if he has a successful vaccine for HIV/AIDS, but could not have undergone necessary clinical trials without financial backing from a company (in this case, a foreign one, no less). The university couldn’t foot the bill. Nor could the government. Is he supposed to drop 20 years of work toward eradicating the pandemic that has plagued our generation just because he has to partner with a company? Personally, I don’t think so.

Our lives are filled with discoveries that have been made as a result of the military complex. Microwaves, Teflon, the Internet. Sure, I’d rather we develop things outside of such arenas, though it’s more common discoveries are made when you’re looking for something else. To muddy the Counter-Stryker argument further, there’s also a GDLS-C-funded researcher who is developing artificial joints for knees and ankles. It’s still military-based funding, but is it wrong?

As one questioner put it at the panel, we are trying to treat the symptom (military equipment), not the illness (war). I’m not in agreement with the war in Iraq either, but the decision to participate in this war is one made by our elected officials (or a decision they were bullied into, but that’s a different story). Make a difference: vote, write to your members of parliament, join an NGO, express your displeasure. In the meantime, it befits us to support those who are putting their lives on the line for our country.

Should we be careful? Yes. Should we ensure there are checks and balances are in place, even while respecting academic freedom? Most certainly. And more importantly, we should continue to engage in discussion and to effectuate change to improve our world.

Friday, March 09, 2007

'Health Food' Gone Amok.

Perhaps taking a little alliteration a tad too far, Krispy Kreme has introduced a whole wheat donut? Krispy Kreme whole wheat. Holey blasphemy. What's wrong with this picture? Have they gone do-nuts? Hard to imagine this little nugget having flown under your radar when it was launched on Monday. Sorry story here. What, don't you have dreams of whole wheat donuts dancing in your head? I know I'm causing sparks by salivating all over my keyboard. Or not.

While I'm certainly not one to discriminate against a fine grain like wheat, if I happen to have a hankering (yes, I'm continuing with the alliterative theme) for some deep-fried, doughy goodness, I think I'm going to want to go all out. Health consciousness be darned like a sock. The sheaves of wheat look pretty and all, but for a savings of just a whopping 20 calories over the regular glazed donut? As they say in Germany, nein, danke.

You know, when you make a product that doesn't really go stale, I'm already thinking it's not going to be the healthiest choice. I've also long been skeptical of fast food's 'healthy' options, particularly after finding out salads have actually long been among the worst options, but if I'm ordering a donut, I tend to be doing so with the understanding I might just need to take the stairs an extra couple of times. Or else end up with a donut around my midsection.