The post I was initially going to write–did write and did move to trash–was summed up in the last paragraph of this year-old bit of stuff. So if you want to read what I threw out, you can swing by my past.
Side Note Unrelated to Topic:The Weather Channel has painted a bullseye over Nashville today, which is the modern way to tell people that they are doomed. A few centuries ago you might have seen such thing over Pompeii or Johnstown. (A city I always mixed up with Jonestown. I could only keep it straight when I thought of a toilet overflowing and flooding everything. Great mnemonic. In fact it was so good that I learned the difference straight up so I could forget the grossness. And now I just reminded myself. Thanks, me.)
It’s also my husband’s birthday. I had planned a great many things in anticipation of the event and now instead of swanning about doing lunches and movies and happy road trips I find myself huddling in the basement watching the weather coverage like a crazy cat lady glued to a Royal Wedding. The abrupt change in plans is frying the circuits in my brain and the well-laid posts I had stored up are kind of melting together. I can’t keep them straight. At this rate I’ll write about the latest book I’m reading and why that book should vote libertarian.
Commence Actual Blog Entry
I usually keep a non-fiction book to read as my bedtime story. I like to fall asleep pondering the new things I learned; other than inventing things in my head, that’s my favourite way to lull myself out. I don’t ever get more than 3 or 4 pages through it before I stop to think myself to sleep, so my bed book can last me six months or better. Last year it took better than nine months to make it through George Washington. Now I’m wading into dreams with 1493:Discovering the New World Columbus Created, and that has me preoccupied with thoughts of agriculture. Which brings me back around to my musings about First World Problems. (See Paragraph One.)
So right now while I’m reading about things like The Malthusian Trap and The Great Potato Famine I find myself wanting to scream at the top of my lungs. Out of politeness I’ll do this instead.
I know you’ve got all sorts of great reasons for whatever you eat and why you eat that. I’m happy that it works for you; I’ve got food and food styles to which I’m attached as well. And I know the stuff they say in Wheat Belly about the “mutant” (i.e. genetically-engineered) wheat being poison. I’m not in on the Wheat Lobby or the Vast Wheat Conspiracy. I know how sad the life of a veal calf is. Yes, I do know how KFC gets their chicken. I know what They spray on apples. None of it is hearts and flowers. It’s all grisly and bloody or at the very least mad sciencey. But you know what? We ARE ALIVE. For the first time in the history of the world, thanks to Industrialised Agriculture, villains that they are, we are escaping the Malthusian Trap. We can make enough food to feed the people we make. Now I’m not saying ADM or Monsanto are angels. And I know there’s a lot about the way we grow food that could be improved. But food should be for everyone, not just the people who are cool enough or trendy enough to be able to pay the extra $ that it costs to get something grown the old fashioned way. Organic food is awesome. But when all food was organic…people died. The new wheat may have problems. But when we had the old wheat…people died.
Call me crazy, but I call myself pro-life. And from where I sit that includes finding ways to grow enough food to feed the lives on this planet.