Thursday, May 29, 2008

Agronomy or asskicking

Stop all this "organic" and "natural" treehuggery. Because that's all it is. Well, that and money grubbing on the part of the people selling you that overpriced stuff
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"Organic" means almost nothing in the USA thanks to the influence of the USDA, and "Natural" means less than nothing.

However, you are sadly mistaken about the basic realities of farming...

"Organic" and "natural" crops cannot even remotely compete in terms of volume of perfectly safe, edible food with the genetically modified, pest free varieties.


The following things are true:

1. A hundred years ago, there was no such thing as agriculture which was not "organic", because we did not turn petroleum into fertilizer or, for that matter, pesticide.
2. The use of shallow tilling of soil, especially when done with heavy machinery, creates hardpan.
3. The use of petroleum-based pesticides and fertilizers (as well as other artificially-sourced pesticides etc) harms soil diversity. Good soil is over 60% organic material (ideally, over 80%!) and can be 20% or more living matter. The chemicals with which you are so enamored harm beneficial insects, the worms which we depend on to create soil (they are also defeated by our tilling practices) as well as nematodes and mycelium.

Enough facts, I don't want to confuse anyone with them. Let's get back to the battle. Again, a hundred years ago it was all "organic" farming. Therefore "organic" itself doesn't mean a whole lot. If you're fertilizing only with poop and the like you can still be horribly harmful to the environment by simply allowing topsoil to wash into rivers. Or, for that matter, by tilling it and leaving it uncovered, which allows it not just to wash away, but even to blow away. This results in harm to air quality and thus to our ability to breathe - living in agricultural areas is no fun. I am living in Lake Country now; I was living in Marysville last. Here it's vineyards, and you can find them south (Napa) or west (Hopland) where various items are sprayed on the plants - and into the air, where we get to breathe them. That shit sets off my asthma every time, so I really don't want to hear about how "safe" your inorganic farming is.

Now, let us discuss the issue of sustainability in more depth. "organic farming is mining the soil of its vital minerals, particularly phosphorus and potassium. ... Conventional farming, on the other hand, restores mineral balances through fertilization." This is amazingly empty-headed cheerleading bullshit. In fact, organic farming restores mineral balances through fertilization, but in conventional farming techniques (those of the so-called "Green Revolution") instead of correctly amending the soil with those things which it requires, and allowing natural forces to fix those nutrients and make them available to your crops (these "natural forces" are also called "other plants" or, by the ignorant, "weeds") we spray ready sources of the food into the soil and feed the plants. Feeding the soil is a basic tenet of true (i.e. nothing to do with the USDA) organic gardening, but I understand that there is always a temptation to simply ignore facts in the pursuit of a good argument.

It just so happens that in my yard there is an organic garden which produces food crops at an extremely economical rate. It is based on compost, poop (steer, llama, seabird, bat, and chicken shit) and the usual range of organic soil amendments including alfalfa meal, blood meal, bone meal, feather meal, seaweed meal and so on. Those with an eye for detail will note that much of this is actually recycled refuse from animal processing and the like - I'm no space cadet from Vega. The soil is better this year than it was the year before - it's been obvious for months because the cover crop (mustard) was about four times taller this year in spite of similar (if anything, less ideal) conditions otherwise.

Now, let me address the issue of food quality. In theory, commercial farming methods can safely produce food of the same quality as organic methods, or even superior quality. In actuality, this almost never happens. First of all, the pesticides are unequivocally not safe for you (I don't know what makes you think that the food is safe, when it has repeatedly been shown to not be so - some of the pesticides don't wash off conveniently and we even have special vegetable washing products for this purpose now - the global "We" you understand, because I produce my own produce and otherwise general buy organic) and honestly, you should never spray anything on your plants that you wouldn't at least spray on your own body, if not something that you wouldn't mind putting in it. Common sense here. While the food for the plants is taken apart one molecule at a time and put back together the way mother nature intended regardless of if it comes from poop or from oil, the pesticides don't get the same treatment.

The next factor negatively affecting food quality is the process with which these products are shipped to the store. It affects every stage of the plant's existence from its very selection - the varieties of food available on the shelf at your local supermarket are based more or less entirely on appearance and ability to travel. Food is picked early, gassed to force "ripening" (as if it were ripe after that) and then shipped hundreds of miles to the store. Consequently, not only does organic food generally taste better simply because it's a superior variety, but also because organic farming is usually carried out on a smaller scale, with the product being used closer to the point of production. Far from being a "throwback", this makes good economic sense and you can see the principle at work all over the world; in fact, China is going to have cars built in Mexico to sell to the American market in spite of the fact that American companies have things built in China to sell to the American market because it's cheaper than having them built in Mexico. Welcome to our world. Because the food does not have to travel so far, it can be picked at an actual state of ripeness, when the parts of the plant which we eat are fully developed, and thus the macronutrients are fully developed. Genuinely ripened products are always substantially richer in the things which are interesting to us; things with antioxidants have more of them, things with beneficial complex amino acids have more of them, et cetera.

Shocking to discover that fertilizer and pesticides yield more crops.


Food is rotting in silos all over the world (except maybe for Africa - wait, it's rotting in warehouses!) which should clearly make the point that the reason people are starving in this world has nothing to do with adequate supplies of food being available on the planet, but with them being available locally. Right now Mexicans are going hungry because our demand for subsidized ethanol fuel has increased the demand and thus the price for corn. The issue with people starving on this planet has nothing whatsoever to do with the amount of food available, and everything to do with greed. It is really just that simple.

NOW, where do we go from here? How do we correct the downward spiral that is destroying the soil all over this planet?

The first step is to stop throwing away valuable poop. In this country almost all sewage is pumped (at great expense) to sewage treatment plants where it is processed (at further great expense) and then generally put right back into some water system that someone will be drinking out of later. Then we later pump that water out of the stream, spend huge amounts of money to clean it up so that we can drink it or take a crap in it and flush it towards the treatment plant. The solid waste (lovely euphemism) left over from this process is usually either burned or landfilled. Or burned and then landfilled.

Instead of doing this, we need to recycle this human waste and feed the plants. You don't just pump the shit out into the fields, that's a recipe for E.Coli sprouts. You do have to process it slightly, but there are actually a number of methods to do this which involve very low (or basically zero) energy input aside from the crap, and which not only produce fertilizer but also methane gas. The methane gas can be used onsite for cooking, or compressed and taken offsite. It can be used pretty much anywhere we normally use propane or "natural gas". Most sewage plants actually just "flare off" or simply burn this methane, putting the CO2 right back into the atmosphere without any gain. And we pay them for the privilege of having our shit processed in the most inane way possible.

Of course, a lot of basic assumptions about the way people should live have to be revised - we have to reconsider location, location, and location. Or we can still spend a lot of money to pump the shit, but instead of pumping it to a treatment plant, we pump it to what amounts to an array of wildlife refuges with submerged plastic tents which capture methane. The shit is pumped into the bottom with a supply of water, and bacteria process it and heavy metals settle out and are fixed by other bacteria. The process produces algae which can be used to make biodiesel and alcohol fuels, and methane which I have already discussed. The only reason we're not doing this today is the very same reason that there is so much resistance against organic farming - in order to protect the profits of oil barons and their vassals, who are making big metric fuckloads of money by shitting on the planet and taking our money unnecessarily.

If you would like clarification of any of these points, or any further explanation of why organic farming is absolutely essential and why modern mass agriculture is destroying the planet, I will be happy to provide you with more information.


A more political tenor than the last one, but still good.

Also, a/n (implied) correction: In my previous post, I may have implied that photons are not affected by gravitational fields. This is distinctly not true. While it's true that photons do not exert gravitational force, they most distinctly are affected by gravitational fields, a la light being unable to escape black holes, parallax and the like.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

As if we didn't love the guy already



Because this picture isn't getting enough press.

Funny story:
"I hate to break it to you, but everyone already has a gravitational field around them."
"Not me, I'm made of photons."

Monday, May 12, 2008

Oh Sparky Oh Jet




Quintessential YouTube: a teleology satisfied. I believe the ascension will be complete soon. In other news, why does Slashdot insist on giving me mod points? Just because I'm an awesometastic mod doesn't mean you should. *sigh* back to work...

Saturday, May 10, 2008

She felt she had to do it

Which was strange, because she didn't feel much of anything these days

Would anyone be so kind as to remind me of what that's called, when you stick a word into another word? They mentioned this elusive little linguistic phenomena(non? more literary puzzles) on QI, but it escapes me right now.

Unmitigated douchebaggery: I have to admit it right now. Having a laptop is AWESOME

Bastardly devious business practice:

"If I'm selling you drugs, the best thing I can do is sell you $400 a month of marijuana, but if I can get you on to heroin at $4000 a month, that's dead easy to do. All i've got to do is spray the marijuana with heroin in a drying process and you'll be addicted within a week. The chances of you getting off it, if you do into detox, is about 12 per cent. Most people can't get off it." [emphasis added]

Hot damn. That's so cunningly evil, I'm repellently impressed. And I thought I was good at evil...I think I want in on this. Interestingly enough, from a business magazine about 'leadership'.

I'm almost embarrassed by the number of lesbians I know. Almost.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

There is a God

Scrolling through the SEP (as to deluding myself that is equivalent to research on my essay) I ran into these:

Zombies.

Holy carp.

Oh but it gets better.

Scroll down to the end of that, and you get:

Zombies on the Web. Featuring the works of: Daily Dinosaur Comics!

David Chalmers contributed to the SEP entry, and also maintains (in addition to a whole cavalcade of other philosophy related minutia) Zombies on the Web. I knew David Chalmers as a smart Australian philosopher when I ran into some of his work for logic. What I did not know was that a) he's funny and b) A total goddamn hippie.

Look at him! Also featuring such great work as: Ramsey + Moore = God.

EDIT: Why the fuck do I continue to use Opera, when it seems to have a indefatigable need to eat or generally destroy the formatting of my posts?

The infinite cruelties of old age

this isn't over yet

Article the first: A few things:

You walk wrong. If you're still obstinate about this, atleast admire the pretty trompe l'oeil pictures. There's some nice shoes in there as well, of atleast one I want a pair of (The 3mm sole ones, if you must know). One page version, if you don't want to give NYmag the money (I know I want to.)

Article the Second:
I wrote what I believe is one of the greatest sentences I have ever done, or perhaps, ever will do.

On not providing a sketch of even a basic taxonomy of political protest (or even just civil disobedience):

"I prefer not to think of this as philosophical cowardice or intellectual laziness, but rather due to the incredible range and critical complexities engendered in political intercourse."

And I threw it away in a footnote. I am so fucked for honours.

Article the Third:
Grrr. Winter's coming back. Wasn't part of the deal. Also, depressingly useful to know that chronic depression makes you smarter (Answer: No.) Or does being smart make you chronically depressed? (Answer: No.) Either way, I'd prefer one of those two things.

Article the Fourth:
I realised I cannot die.


Article the Fifth:
We, the Highest Authority of the Land, hereby fully and completely, do solemnly revoke the fourth article, with Prejudice.

Article the Sixth:
I've realised I cannot die until I've learnt enough french to read In Search Of Lost Time (À la recherche du temps perdu, in the original french) atleast once. At the least, frustrated with trying to learn enough french to give up and just read the damn thing in english.

Addendum to Article the Sixth:
If anybody gives me shit about certain proper nouns not being capitalised, this is your fault. I know, and it was deliberate.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Dammit, where's a sound engineer when you need one

This problem comes up a surprisingly awful lot. I have suspicion that this is faked somehow.


Mario Theme Played with RC Car and Bottles

Continuing the vein of the Mario Theme played in awesome ways.

Because I didn't turn up to Uni today (i'm a terrible, terrible person) I've posted some extra stuff for youse guys. Enjoy!

Friday, April 18, 2008

Hilarious litigatory action

Not at all hot.

Funny though!

First, this. This is the one making the rounds on the WEB 2.0 (policy dictates this is always capitalised) or the Intertubes, as I believe it's called. It's a little dry and technical at the start and middle:

D323643 is the least dissimilar to the Tartan connector of any of the patents, and stands as an obstacle to any claim of infringement of the others because it establishes prior art; if its scope, like the others, is granted the breadth you argue for, then the Tartan connector falls plainly under the prior art and cannot constitute an infringement of the later, and more dissimilar, patents. Read the patents narrowly, and Monster loses; read them broadly, and Monster loses. You are welcome to point out any error in my reasoning; but I have to say that I will be unreservedly surprised if you are successful in doing so.

In legal terms, that's known as a ZING!

But get through that and the man decides to go and tear them a new one:

It may be that my inability to see the pragmatic value of settling frivolous claims is a deep character flaw, and I am sure a few of the insurance carriers for whom I have done work have seen it that way; but it is how I have done business for the last quarter-century and you are not going to change my mind. If you sue me, the case will go to judgment, and I will hold the court's attention upon the merits of your claims--or, to speak more precisely, the absence of merit from your claims--from start to finish. Not only am I unintimidated by litigation; I sometimes rather miss it.

Bahahahahhahahahah.*wipes tear* I nearly fell over my chair when I read that. Good times.

Second, more historical piece: Arkell v Pressdram, or how to say fuck off in legal proceedings properly.

If you hate Wiki for some ungodly reason:

[The plaintiff, Arkell, was the subject of an article relating to illicit payments and so sued the defendant magazine Pressdram.] The magazine had ample evidence to back up the article. Arkell's lawyers wrote a letter in which, unusually, they said: "Our client's attitude to damages will depend on the nature of your reply". The response consisted, in part, of the following: "We would be interested to know what your client's attitude to damages would be if the nature of our reply were as follows: Fuck off".

I look forward to more hilarious legal mischief.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Silly observations

Food crisis, shmood crisis. I'll eat the same as I ever did.

I find it astonishing (and quite frankly, appalling) that I would commit what might be regarded as borderline acts of starvation or malnutrition, all for the sake of short-term convienence. The fact that I have been doing this for several just compounds the madness of this.

Be advised: boundless human curiousity without adequate and appropriate scaffolding will kill you, or at the best, lead you to slow, drawn-out half-death. However, it's goddamn fantastic inbetween.

Tomatoes

I recently had an experience while chopping tomatoes that readers may find a little disturbing. However, in the interests of posterity, i'm recording this as a not-so-weird reminder on my life.

The scene: a kitchen. The players: Me, a knife and a tomato. The play: replete with erotic (sub)text.

I started chopping this tomato to put onto my bread. Everything seemed normal. I picked up the knife and began. There seemed nothing unusual about this; I should note however that the knife was serrated.

From the moment I started cutting, something happened. The way the knife plunged into the tomato was unmistakably arousing; the sound of that red flesh being gently sawn apart was electrifying. This was crazy.

My breathing slowed; the heart raced. The dawn huskiness crept into my voice. I deliberately slowed down cutting as to continue that soft, sibilant hiss of the knife slowing cutting that tomato apart.

And when I was finished cutting that first tomato, I did it all again for a second one.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Don't mind me, it's just the solanine talking

Green potatoes and bargains, that is.

You know, the number of things that I find myself complicating really grows rather large. I've made the supermarket my latest paramour; commerce, especially banal commerce, is ever so thrilling and complicated. You know that crazy guy who walks around the supermarket a lot, talking to himself, looking at things, putting them away, then coming back, going away, and eventually leaving either purchasing a) tubers b) dairy product or c) nothing? I'm that guy.

The economic and moral opportunities (starvational challenges, more like) presented to me in supermarkets are somewhat absorbing. I've stood in front of a dairy section for about half an hour once, debating silently, and sometimes not so silently, what kind of soy juice to buy (if indeed, anything at all is purchased).

Minor changes to the place. I'm wondering what to do as regards archives; given that i've got more visitors to this place (hullo!), I'm thinking about changing the availability of archives. However, that seems to involve a bit too much effort on my behalf, and frankly, at time of printing (how marvellously quaint), I don't care. My one advice is not read too far back, lest you wish your senses assaulted.

Goddamn, I was emo back then. And a terrible writer. That must be how Goethe felt.

I kid, I kid. I'm sure Goethe was better than that. He was German, and I am not.

Resource-rich: or the intoxication. I like it when money is given in physical form. I love the rich (entendres abound) corporeal feel, the usefulness of its instrumentalism. It even distracted from thinking about those sexy kids...

For about 10 seconds. Then it came back.

I think i've had a long day, though I very much doubt it. I'll say this much: smart people are rad. Maximal trust signals maximal return, though i'm inclined not to play that with an economics student. Or me.

I have something else (to my standards, oddly disturbing. I'll venture that others probably find it confusing, but not dangerous. It's funny that things that are truly disturbing and dangerous is what I indulge in, and I refuse to give these up. Yet, i'll gladly embark on half-hearted crusades [A weak Pope, you see] to eradicate my more wholesome desires) to write about. It's about a little encounter I had with tomatoes.

This week sure has me with a lot of run-ins with the nightshade family.

I've said too much, and not all of it well enough. I'll be good.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Shit be going down in Harare, Sir

Good news!

Mugabe (and his party, more accurately) recently lost control of Zimbabwe's parliament, ceding control to the MDC. Huzzah! Now, i'm not one to get theological on you, but may he rot in Hell. Depressingly odious man.

In other news, my philosophy of law lecturer (The awesome Rick Benitez, or rb, for short [NB: his abbreviation, not mine]) actually used the word theosophical in class! Properly, even! The heart sings.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Thursday, March 27, 2008

He spoke the words into his lips

what happened

There exist, in the course of human life, innumerable little verities that are deeply vexing to one's person that nobody mentions. To mention them would be a moot point; it would be as if to get annoyed at the sky being blue or grass being green.

However, these lilliputian bastards can build up to the point wherein you just want to go, 'Goddamn, I am so fucking sick and tired of the sky being blue or grass being green all the goddamn time.'

A better question would be probably be to ask, 'What are verities, and what are not?' But that's a different question, for a different night.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

David Gerrold (Marker)

"We don't necessarily want accurate maps, we want useful ones. But accuracy is extraordinarily useful."

Waaaagh, he gets it. Can you believe this is also the guy who wrote The Trouble With Tribbles?! Crazy Awesome. Will obtain novels to read.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Humorous Errata

Let us whack mightily upon our enemy as the oaken staff assaults an unwary pinata! All for the chocolatey treasures within!

This time I'm with you 100 percent, Javier.



I don't want to imagine the amount of time and effort required to produce this. God Only Knows..

This quote nearly made me cry

In 1784 the provision banning slavery was narrowly defeated. Had one representative (John Beatty of New Jersey), sick and confined to his lodging, been present, the vote would have been different.

"Thus," Jefferson later reflected, "we see the fate of millions unborn hanging on the tongue of one man, and heaven was silent in that awful moment."

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Mary, carry your shame

Well past all those eyes across the avenue

Running across this (This actually came up in a Boston Legal episode as well, so go figure), I came across some interesting legal trivia, more specifically relating to the Roth v. United States case. It's a somewhat important case in First Amendment law, and it's a sweet interpretation too, from the wonderful Mr. Brennan:

Obscenity is not protected by the First Amendment, but more strictly defines what is considered "obscene". 


Reading on, I was strangely confused that there were dissenting opinions on such a smart ruling. Turns out, the dissenters (Justices Hugo Black and William O. Douglas) argued the ruling didn't go far enough; they argued that the First protected all obscene material. Impressive, yes?

Additional trivia: Heterochromia is nifty.

Also, if you're interested, Slate is hiring general question answerers.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Pushing the fat man

And why apparently now I have trouble doing it.

Traditional trolley case: Oncoming trolley. Lever for you. If you pull, kill 1 save 5. Do nothing, kill 5 save 1.
The fat man case: Trolley oncoming. Pushing fat man will stop trolley saving 5 lives, but kill the fat man.

Consequentially, the cases have the same effects. 1 down, 5 up.

But why I can't push the fat man is this: I actively participate in his death. With the traditional trolley case, the one person on their own on the tracks has assumed some element of risk by being on the tracks; (regardless of whether they've actually assumed responsibility for taking said danger). However, with the fat man, I take his position from a level that has no risk to one that is actively fatal towards him.

Musing about deontological rights. Wonder if this intuition matters all that much. Wonder what Caroline would say about this...

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Beetroot dip motherfucker

Do you stock it?!

Surprisingly, not really. Strange, really, that one would only find such few choices of beetroot/beetroot-themed dip in the wonderful world that is the Western marketplace today.

Have taken a liking to dips and bread recently. I don't know what hasn't possessed me to do so till now. Crazy, n'est-ce pas?

I don't know whether that's grammatically correct. More to the point, I don't care.

That was one of the things I find seriously frustrating about learning other languages. Fundamentally, grammar structures can be seriously, seriously different (e.g. My name is example vs. I am(je, itself conjugated)) named/appended(m'appelle) example) and native speakers are completely used to it. What may sound strange is basically culturally conditioned.

In other words, lots of memorisation. Frustrating, nevertheless.

This was inspired by late-night SBS and kittens. In a french movie, obviously.