In December last year I agreed to travel to Winnipeg to accompany my dad to the hospital for his surgery for hernia. He had the operation in January. It disrupted his routine of visiting mother in the nursing home for a few days, but he was back at it. He realized that his needs to visit and be with her had been putting a strain on his family – specifically my sisters, who had been picking him or taking him home. He agreed to apply to be placed in a nursing home – on strict condition that it would be the same home as mother. He was surprised when his application was approved quickly. He had been underestimating his frailties.
He moved when a room became available. He is on the same floor in a different wing. He visits mother and tries to anticipate her needs and wants, and to provide care that the staff can’t provide. This tires him out, because his ideas of what she needs and deserves are not the same as everyone else’s, and he reacts to her smallest gestures. As her behavior is impulsive, this can be frustrating for him. He says he is happy. He is busy with his efforts to help mother. He turned 80 in June. I visited at the end of June.
2008 is over, Hallelujah
My story about my musical year starts with a short term obsession about a song.
The CBC broadcast a story about the popularity of Leonard Cohen’s song Hallelujah in Britain on the National (TV news) on the Friday night before Christmas. The CBC was interested because the writer was a Canadian. The story was that two different versions of the song were topping the British charts in the week before Christmas. For the last few years, some kind of Christmas themed piece has topped the charts. There is no Christmas list as such, and the charts continue to track the popularity of modern popular music in Britain, on sales.
The only connection between Hallelujah and Christmas is that the word Hallelujah is used in some Christian prayers and songs, including some Christmas songs and hymns. There is a Hallelujah Chorus in Handel’s Messiah, which has become a Christmas concert favorite for choral performances. The oratorio is more of an Easter piece, and the Hallelujah chorus alludes to passages in the Apocalypse (Revelations as English speaking Protestants call it) rather than to King David, King Solomon, or Samson and Delilah. I found one artist, Allison Crowe, who had recorded the song on a Christmas album.
I listened to clips of the Alexandra Burke version that topped the British charts. I listened to several versions, including Cohen’s, John Cale’s, Jeff Buckley’s, and Crowe’s. Wikipedia has a clip of a cover by John Cale. I found a cover – vaguely techo – by Bono on a Cohen tribute album. I thought Allison Crowe did well, but Jeff Buckley’s version was better, perhaps the best. That young man was a great performer. Jeff Buckley understood what Cohen was writing about when he said that the song was dedicated to the orgasm, which one of the few things that provokes serious (as opposed to profane and vulgar) religious exclamations, and the closest thing to mystical ecstasy that people can credibly claim to have had.
Cohen sings the song as a song of memory and regret, sung by lovers who have exhausted the physical potential of their relationship without finding a way to stay in love. When Cohen sings it, you can smell the Scotch and cigarettes, and visualize the books by Camus and Sartre on the bedside table. Cohen celebrates and preserves the memory of the sexual relationship within the context of rationalizing the fact that the emotional intensity of relationship has changed, and that the ecstasy was temporary.
I heard a Victoria group, the Gruff, sing their cover at Spinnaker’s Brewpub last spring, and then a few more times at other venues in Victoria and at the Mission Folk Festival in July. For some reason, their version is less worldly and more optimistic and anticipatory.
My year in music was pretty quiet. I listened to Cohen, and some performers who covered him. I bought some old classic Fairport Convention. The high point of my year was travelling to Vancouver to hear the Oysterband at St. James Hall – the Rogue Folk Club’s principal venue . They were touring to promote their newest album. Their concert was amazing, and the new album is pretty good.
I wasn’t happy about the Vancouver Island Festival in Comox-Courtenay this year. It was hot, and the camping is crowded, leaving the hardy party folk drinking and carousing amid the families and people trying to sleep. I recall a couple of good workshops about calypso and Indian music, but the festival was disappointing. Michael Wrycraft was one of the hosts on the main stage. He was trying to pay a tribute to the great musician Oliver Schroer, who had died a few days earlier. The crowd was indifferent, which struck me as very sad. Folk fans like to fancy themselves as true patrons of the arts, bonded with the artists by love of the genre, but they are just fussy consumers. They know what they like, and they like what they have been groomed to listen to. The best that I can say about them is that they have stretched their tastes beyond mass culture to be listening to folk at all. I will stay away from negativity.
The Mission Folk Festival was small, quiet and well programmed. I enjoyed the Gruff, and Moira Smiley and Voco, Rani Arbo and Daisy Mayhem, and Nathan Rogers. I have caught Rogers at different stages in his career. His stage manner is respectful but a little manic. He performs fine covers of his father’s songs – some imitative of the canonical performances, others innovative. He has experimented with a song with throat singing. He caught me with a good cover of Into White, a song by Cat Stevens. I could have done without the all the extra stage time lavished on a Tibetan singing nun.
Over the rest of the year, I began to listen to Billy Bragg more carefully. I also have appreciated Richard Shindell, Richard Thompson, Joan Osborne. I went to Sheryl Crow’s concert at the Memorial Arena in Victoria with some of my friends from my Dragon Boat team. I know most of the songs, the production overwhelmed the music, and I realized that I didn’t have a clue about the way women from 15 to 50 felt about her songs.
I have been tending to read with the TV on, tuned to news, or soccer, or a bad movie, and not listening to music. That has started to change. So ends the year.
2008 Rides
In 2008 my logged rides were 804.4 km. I cycled to the Victoria Canoe and Kayak Club for a dragon boat practice on 2 Saturdays in February and April, and to the GO Rowing Centre on the Upper Harbour for a day of dragon boat racing in March. My ride in Victoria were on my Giant Yukon, with two rides on the KA. I had a couple of rides in Winnipeg in June.
End of Summer
The milestones of life …
Toshiba Satellite A200 without Vista
Over the last 6 weeks I spent more time than I want to think about trying to get a new Satellite (Model A200, or A200-03V, specifically PSAE3C-03V08C) to run an alternative OS to its pre-installed Windows Vista. The laptop was attractively priced, perhaps because it was pre-loaded with Vista, as much as the fact that it was being cleared out for newer models. I think these models were engineered for XP and thrown on to the market with Vista drivers when Microsoft terminated its OEM licencing for XP installations, forcing computer manufactures to pre-install Vista.
Given the resources of the system – processor and memory – it falls short of what it seems to take to run Vista, and running Vista has other drawbacks.I wasn’t sure about changing to XP although that is the route I took in the end. One problem, for me and many users is having to buy XP off the shelf. There is a cost factor, and even if I had owned a valid working copy of XP, I needed to get working drivers for the hardware in the Satellite to complement the install set and complete the installation. Another potential problem is losing the recovery functions that Toshiba builds in with its HDD Recovery Utility.
MT 4.1
Back in January, I ran the upgrade to Movable Type 4.1. The developers made a number of moves to make MT more attractive to personal users including changes to let personal users migrate from Word Press and to port Word Press Styles to MT. The management of pictures and content has become easier with the ability to upload and manage “assets” and then use the assets in the blog.
I haven’t used it much. I have been busy at work, and spent more my personal time reading and pursuing other things.
Ribbons are Nice
Jennie Bristow, reviewing Sarah Moore’s Ribbon Culture for Spiked, nails the self-obsessed culture of advertising one’s moral quality by fashion accessories. Her review is called Untying the ‘ribbon culture’. The moral virtue of wearing ribbons is to show awareness or solidarity with a group of victims. Being a victim has become a way of attracting attention, building political support, explaining the lack of joy in one’s life, and selling media product. Cry, cry, cry. Frank Furedi’s column about faked victim memoirs, History-as-Therapy, complements the ribbon piece.
Corn is not a Vegetable
Reuters Science News has a new story today reporting that the genome of maize has been sequenced, which reminds me that corn is a grain. It is a starchy carbohydrate. Like rice and wheat it could be cultivated to produce an abundant harvest that would feed villages and cities. It was a miracle food. It has been developed into a fertile, abundant and cheap, food resource. This has presented a business dilemma and challenge for farmers, food processors, distillers, and business people. How much corn can people be led to purchase and consume?
It turns up as an ingredient in processed goods. Michael Pollan provides an interesting and informative explanation of modern corn, corn farming and industrial food processing in The Omnivore’s Dilemna.
In the grocery store, it is presented identifiably in ground corn flour (grits, meal, polenta), as the main ingredient in corn chips, and as a fresh, frozen or canned product. In its raw forms, it is a nutritious and tasty item. It is a starchy grain, though, not a vegetable. Corn chips are fried or baked flat breads or croutons, made of starch and fat, just like potato chips.
A meal of meat, potatoes or rice, and corn, has protein and two kinds of carbs. I was looking at the labels on the (Green Giant) frozen foods in my freezer. Corn has over 150 calories in a 3/4 cup serving. Peas have about 90 calories for that size serving. Beans have about 35 calories. Mixed vegetables with corn, peas, beans and carrots are marked at about 70 calories.
I like corn. I plan to keep using corn as a occasional treat – corn on the cob is wonderful. I think it is a staple, but I have to think of it as a starch course like bread, pasta, potatoes and rice.
In Defence of Food
In Defence of Food: An Eater’s Manifesto has received favourable reviews in the LA Times and the Sunday Times (of London), and is a bestseller at this point in time. Michael Pollan is an experienced journalist and writer. He reviews a fair amount of history and science in a short book. He tries to talk about food from a common sense perspective. He is cautious about food science, which is often bad science. He is skeptical about anything the food industry, nutritionists and journalists say about food. All too often, claims about food are made to sell new kinds of processed foods, or to sell books, diet plans, supplements and fads.
His advice for eating well, to avoid malnutrition and obesity is: “Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.” His idea of food is something pretty close to the original plant or animal – fresh, dried, frozen – cooked at home, not processed at a factory. Don’t buy or eat processed and packaged things that claim to produce health benefits or weight loss. If you want to avoid obesity, eat less.
Pollan advocates a natural diet, organic produce and Slow Food. He describes the Western diet as a disaster, and cites the studies of people who return to a traditional diet from a Western diet. He says that there are many traditional diets incorporating indigenous resources and cultural traditions – and all of them are healthier than the Western diet, which manages to produce malnutrition and obesity at the same time. Many of the themes of In Defence of Foods were developed in his previous book, The Omnivore’s Dilemma. In Defence of Food summarizes those themes and adds a discussion of the research into traditional diets – many of which are high in fats – and why people who stick to those diets don’t have the same problems with obsesity, diabetes and heart disease as people who eat a high-carb Western diet.
His main criticisms of the Western diet are that it is based on a handful of plants and animals raised under industrial conditions, heavily processed, mixed with chemicals that are not food, and served in gargantuan portions. He suggests that refined white flour, processed in mills with steel rollers is probably the first true fast food. It was the first food processed to the point that vitamins have been added back in to avoid contributing to vitamin deficiency diseases.
Throughout the book, he flirts with the French paradox. The French diet, like the Italian diet features wheat flour, carbs, meat, fat, sugar and alcohol, but it doesn’t seem to produce as much heart disease or other health problems. The French eat small portions at long meals, and to some degree they invest in diverse fresh ingredients.
The problem with food in America is that it is cheap, and served in large portions. North Americans don’t know when they are full or when to stop. The food processing industry has succeeded in securing a supply of cheap ingredients – partly because of government agricultural subsidies, and it sells lots, cheap, with the full force of modern marketing. Medicine, science and journalism don’t provide eaters with valid information, because science is too fond of trying to refine the idea of food into the idea of essential ingredients. The problem is that the science never gets it right. Science has not identified all the key nutrients and the idea of adding vitamins back in to make food healthy is, in his view, ridiculous. It isn’t completely ridiculous, but he makes a very good point about the marketing of processed food on the basis of health claims. Food should be nutritious – nutrition shouldn’t have to be a marketing point.
The history of food science has been blotted by disasters. Margerine was marketed as a healthy alternative to butter – it has been easier and cheaper to make, but the hydrogenation of vegetable oils has produced a toxic chemical. There is a long history of processed baby foods that prove to be nutritionally deficient. Nothing has come close to mother’s milk.
Pollan doesn’t think that buying fresh food is the answer, because the food industry has already colonized the production of fresh produce. Intensive production and specialized fertilizers grow large vegetables full of water and fertilizer. I was a little surprized – I thought that the people who said that fresh produce was lacking in nutrients were trying to sell vitamin supplements, but it turns out that there is something to that claim. He doesn’t push vitamin supplements though – he suggests finding organic vegetables grown in healthy soil, and he encourages home gardening.
In large part, he encourages investing more money in good real food, more effort in cooking it, and more time enjoying it, eaten slowly, in the company of family and friends, and savored. My main criticism of the book is that his recommendations are aimed at affluent Westerners who can afford to purchase organic produce. He ignores the green revolution – the genetic programs that produced healthy high yield grains and other scientific advances, in favour of a rather Arcadian view of life. He does, in the end, align himself with the organic food snobs, as Rob Lyons’s review in Spiked agrees. But Pollan makes a lot of sense.
Continue reading “In Defence of Food”2007 Rides
In 2007 I used Cateye cycling computera to monitot my speed and distance, and kept a record of my trips. Most of my rides were on the Giant Yukon. A couple were on my old road bike, a Kuwahara Apollo. My recorded distance in 2007 was 1,384.2 kilometers. I road a century August 6, 2007 on the road bike.
I took up dragon boating with a team out of the Victoria Canoe and Kayaking Club on Gorge road, which meant practices two evenings a week, June until late August. I noted trips to the folk festival in Courtenay BC. I noted rides on a trip to Winnipeg.