In my book Unfrosted, I make no secret of my loathing for HFCS and processed food. However, in the interest of fair play, let's examine the latest goings-on regarding high fructose corn syrup. Sometimes it's hard to spot manipulation, by virtue of its definition, but for the truly paranoid like me, there's rumblings in the processed food industry. They're mad as hell and not going to take it anymore. Their golden child, HFCS, has been beaten to a pulp by the current schoolyard heroes: foodies, chefs, organic farmers, nutritionists, Michael Pollan, me. When everyone from morning show hosts to network news and even Facebook pages tout the evils of HFCS, it's well known. Raven's definition of irrelevant and uninteresting is when news hits the mainstream media but at least it's put a spotlight on HFCS. So they're fighting back:
The Corn Refiners Association has poured more than $30 million into ads to prop up their baby. Unfortunately, more people have seen the parodies on youtube.com than the ads themselves: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYiEFu54o1E&feature=related . There's also a lot of scientists and nutritionists, even Marion Nestle, who wrote "What to Eat", who are saying there's no discernible difference between HFCS and sugar.
Then, ConAgra, possibly the biggest processed food producer in the world, along with Kraft, Pepsico and a host of others, are now making products with sugar, rather than HFCS, bending to market pressure. Hunt's ketchup, Garorade, Kraft salad dressing, Wheat Thins and many more are now reformulated and even though it costs them more, they aren't passing that cost on to consumers, according to Michael Locascio, ConAgra exec. (This is no time to dive into sugar tariffs and corn subsidies and why sugar costs more, Goldman Sachs, lobbyists, black hearts and gold bars, another post, perhaps.) Isn't it nice they care so much about their customers? Hmm. When the sharks climb into the boat, you have to look at what's in the water. In that sea of doubt, there's a couple of new clinical studies about HFCS. To wit:
When a person's liver is deciding what to do with glucose, it has options: use it for energy, convert it into triglycerides or store it as fat. A 2008 study by Elizabeth Parks at University of Texas SW Med Center and another by Peter Havel at UC Davis found that HFCS consumers showed an increase in intra-abdominal fat, the kind that embeds itself between tissues in organs, is less sensitive to insulin and creates elevated blood levels of lipids, or LDL, bad cholesterol. So much for ConAgra's kinder gentler reformulation.
That's enough research for me, and probably for you. It backs up what I've always said: eat natural stuff, even sugar. Yes, sugar is refined too, but not in the manner of high fructose corn syrup. When there's this much controversy, go back to the smoke and fire analogy. Don't eat HFCS and processed food!! As always, the caveat is the same however: knock off the sweet stuff period. Sugar and HFCS are the same when it comes to weight gain. Put down the Coke and pick up the water.
That's the end of Take Two, and there won't be a three on this one. Take care of yourself.
Raven
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Soda Pop Sluts - An Unfrosted FairyTale
Once upon a time, in the land of USA, the farmers were happy and productive. They were so productive, especially with the golden ears of corn they grew, that soon they surpassed even the king's wildest dreams of how much corn they could possibly grow. All the greatest wizards in the land put their heads together to figure out what was to be done with all that huge surplus of corn. Mounds of the stuff were molding away all over the land and it was expensive to ship, not to mention smelling bad.
Well, it didn't take too long. Corn can be made into syrup, specifically "high fructose corn syrup". The wizards then discovered HFCS, as they lovingly called their creation for short, can be put into almost anything that people eat, in place of sugar and more cheaply, too. It's especially wonderful for sodas, which the people loved.
Another group of wizards was involved in making food fast, packaged, processed and convenient. At first they started with simple stuff, but once they discovered HFCS, they put it just about everything they made, and discovered the people loved it just as much as the sodas they drank when they ate it.
There were a couple of wizards who kept droning on about nutrition and obesity and a responsibility towards the health of the people, but they were quietly and efficiently turned out of the kingdom by the court jesters who made advertisements. Nobody wants to listen to boring statistics when they're eating cheeseburgers, French fries and sugar-coated cereals, not to mention the great taste of Coke and Pepsi.
The king and his advisors gave lots of money to the farmers to keep growing way too much corn, (called subsidies) so the food processors could make HFCS and put it in lots and lots of foods, and those royal edicts continue to this very day.
So, in the land of USA even today, some thirty years later or so, a few people are richer, and everyone is happy, and...much fatter, spending more time going to doctors and worrying about their cholesterol and blood pressure. (Television and video games helped a lot with that too, cause it's really fun to sit on your ass, eat chips and dips and wash it down with gallons of HFCS sweetened soda. Hello worried populace on diets, and goodbye to playing outside.)
Love, Raven
Well, it didn't take too long. Corn can be made into syrup, specifically "high fructose corn syrup". The wizards then discovered HFCS, as they lovingly called their creation for short, can be put into almost anything that people eat, in place of sugar and more cheaply, too. It's especially wonderful for sodas, which the people loved.
Another group of wizards was involved in making food fast, packaged, processed and convenient. At first they started with simple stuff, but once they discovered HFCS, they put it just about everything they made, and discovered the people loved it just as much as the sodas they drank when they ate it.
There were a couple of wizards who kept droning on about nutrition and obesity and a responsibility towards the health of the people, but they were quietly and efficiently turned out of the kingdom by the court jesters who made advertisements. Nobody wants to listen to boring statistics when they're eating cheeseburgers, French fries and sugar-coated cereals, not to mention the great taste of Coke and Pepsi.
The king and his advisors gave lots of money to the farmers to keep growing way too much corn, (called subsidies) so the food processors could make HFCS and put it in lots and lots of foods, and those royal edicts continue to this very day.
So, in the land of USA even today, some thirty years later or so, a few people are richer, and everyone is happy, and...much fatter, spending more time going to doctors and worrying about their cholesterol and blood pressure. (Television and video games helped a lot with that too, cause it's really fun to sit on your ass, eat chips and dips and wash it down with gallons of HFCS sweetened soda. Hello worried populace on diets, and goodbye to playing outside.)
Since I wrote this in my book Unfrosted: Get Real about Food and Fitness, HFCS has become a buzzword for the American public, worried about obesity. I wanted to know what had changed, if anything, so I'm doing some research on the chemical breakdown of sweeteners in general, and HFCS in particular, checking clinical studies and public reaction. I'll post these findings soon, but don't worry, the wasp hasn't lost its sting. In the meanwhile, drink water, real lemonade, tea and uh..vodka.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
The Best Music, How You Find It and Why the Music Industry Sucks
OK, the Olympics have inspired me. It's all about the best, isn't it? So in that vein, I have a few comments to make about the music "industry". I really hate that word. Creating music is an art, not an "industry". The very word sort of makes me nauseous, because it's about taking people's creative genius and boiling it down to how much money can be made from that, at the greatest profit. Right there, it's truly disgusting.
I guess I'm a musician myself, of a sort. I play piano, classically trained to only play other people's stuff, mostly dead European guys, pick at guitar and used to sing. My venue was smoky nightclubs that catered to folk, and I never cut a record or really wanted a career in the biz. Along the way, though, and through my son, I've learned a few things. The thing I've always known is, I know good when I hear it and that's never changed. The second thing I learned is that talent goes begging when it comes to the "industry". They don't care really how well you sing, or if your lyrics are amazing, or if the music you write is wonderful, they only care if they can make a buck off your ass. Think American Idol and if you have ever listened to Patti Smith, Daniel Johnston, or Jim White, you know I'm right.(I'll give you a list of more, but not today, this is about finding it for yourself. Almost every city has it, just look in the right places, and no, it's not the arena.)
So how do you hear good music? You go to clubs where those who are creating it, perform it. Get out there, listen to it, buy their CDs, and tell everyone you know about them. That's where it's being heard, and if you care about it, and want to hear more, you support it. Sometimes it's some dive where you'd never think of going, because that's all they could get, or a coffeehouse you usually go to during the day, or a college radio station somewhere that played something you loved at midnight. You want to hear more, make an effort. The best music I've heard in the last fifteen years has come from just these sources. Once in a great while, I read that the band or musician I loved has signed with a big label company, and I finally hear them on mainstream radio, or see them advertised in a big venue. Well, great. I hope they haven't had to compromise everything they started out believing in, or their music, to make that happen. Sadly, sometimes they have.
I don't want to ever see or hear any more Disney-backed half-assed cute at the moment teenage bands, Nickelback misogynistic crap, Britney and her ilk, Madonna (please retire, your tendons are grossing me out, not to mention your increasing desperation), or booty-based hip-hop junk. Let's make an effort to educate the masses, as overwhelming a task as that may be. Remember, one person CAN make difference. Educate your friends, teach your children, get out there. Play it, talk it, listen to it, and support it all you can. Yes, Kurt is dead, but let's make sure he didn't die in vain. There's so many talented musicians depending on you.
Yes, I'm kinder and gentler, but not dead, Raven
I guess I'm a musician myself, of a sort. I play piano, classically trained to only play other people's stuff, mostly dead European guys, pick at guitar and used to sing. My venue was smoky nightclubs that catered to folk, and I never cut a record or really wanted a career in the biz. Along the way, though, and through my son, I've learned a few things. The thing I've always known is, I know good when I hear it and that's never changed. The second thing I learned is that talent goes begging when it comes to the "industry". They don't care really how well you sing, or if your lyrics are amazing, or if the music you write is wonderful, they only care if they can make a buck off your ass. Think American Idol and if you have ever listened to Patti Smith, Daniel Johnston, or Jim White, you know I'm right.(I'll give you a list of more, but not today, this is about finding it for yourself. Almost every city has it, just look in the right places, and no, it's not the arena.)
So how do you hear good music? You go to clubs where those who are creating it, perform it. Get out there, listen to it, buy their CDs, and tell everyone you know about them. That's where it's being heard, and if you care about it, and want to hear more, you support it. Sometimes it's some dive where you'd never think of going, because that's all they could get, or a coffeehouse you usually go to during the day, or a college radio station somewhere that played something you loved at midnight. You want to hear more, make an effort. The best music I've heard in the last fifteen years has come from just these sources. Once in a great while, I read that the band or musician I loved has signed with a big label company, and I finally hear them on mainstream radio, or see them advertised in a big venue. Well, great. I hope they haven't had to compromise everything they started out believing in, or their music, to make that happen. Sadly, sometimes they have.
I don't want to ever see or hear any more Disney-backed half-assed cute at the moment teenage bands, Nickelback misogynistic crap, Britney and her ilk, Madonna (please retire, your tendons are grossing me out, not to mention your increasing desperation), or booty-based hip-hop junk. Let's make an effort to educate the masses, as overwhelming a task as that may be. Remember, one person CAN make difference. Educate your friends, teach your children, get out there. Play it, talk it, listen to it, and support it all you can. Yes, Kurt is dead, but let's make sure he didn't die in vain. There's so many talented musicians depending on you.
Yes, I'm kinder and gentler, but not dead, Raven
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang
I happily admit it. I'm a junkie for good crime/thriller/detective fiction. The good guys usually win, the bad guys lose, lots of action, excitement, occasional philosophy and suspense. How life should be, how you sometimes wish yours was. If you're a little picky you also get a bonus: some of the best writing ever published. There's a few that are standouts, and win my heart every time:
James Lee Burke is a just plain fantastic writer. His heroes are iconic, from the tortured New Orleans detective Dave Robicheaux and his alcoholic pal Clete Purcell, to Billy Bob Holland, ex-Texas Ranger turned lawyer. They are filled with rage, hungry for justice and afraid of nothing. Burke is simply one of the most lyrical writers out there and sees into the hidden chambers of the human heart, both good and evil, with a clairvoyant mirror.
Carl Hiaason is a columnist for the Miami Herald, and his imagination gets a boost from the fertile breeding ground of Florida's idiosyncratic characters and politics. Some of the funniest and scariest people on the planet show up in his books. My favorite is Skink, a runaway former Florida governor turned philosophical swamp rat, who tends to show up for a major or minor part in many of his books. Skink survives on his considerable wits and road kill, dispensing dinner, advice and occasionally, justice.
Charlie Huston, with a taste for chaos, is my new favorite. His trilogy which begins with "Caught Stealing" is the saga of Hank Thompson, a bartender whose life gets turned upside down when he agrees to watch his vacationing neighbor's cat. Never has a hero metamorphasized like Hank. Blood-soaked and killer funny.
There's more: James W. Hall, Robert Crais, Elmore Leonard, Tana French, Lee Child, Elizabeth George, I could go on for a while. There was one writer, though, that got me started on this journey: Robert B. Parker.
Sadly, Parker died last week. I'm sure he was in the middle of writing a new book at the time. His detective Spenser (like "The Faerie Queene" Spenser" as he was fond of telling people) was an amazing creation. He had it all: he was fearless, rugged, brilliant, dangerous, charming, a gourmet cook and had the coolest friends in the world, especially Hawk and Susan. My first foray into Parker's world was "Early Autumn" and that one hooked me forever. Spenser always gave a damn, and had heart and compassion. It wasn't just Spenser, either – there was Sunny Randall, Jesse Stone, and the Westerns. Great plots, great characters. But for me, Parker was the undisputed king of dialogue. Nobody wrote dialogue like Robert B. Parker. Whenever anybody asks me how to learn to write good dialogue, my answer is “Read Robert B. Parker. Then you’ll know.”
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the words, Parker. You were one of a kind and the best at what you did. I'll miss you a lot.
I've always thought that writers who created such wonderful hero archetype characters as Robicheaux and Spenser were channeling the very best of who they were and who they wanted to be into the characters whose exploits they wrote about. Probably just idealistic imaginings... but somehow I think it may be true. At least I want to think so.
James Lee Burke is a just plain fantastic writer. His heroes are iconic, from the tortured New Orleans detective Dave Robicheaux and his alcoholic pal Clete Purcell, to Billy Bob Holland, ex-Texas Ranger turned lawyer. They are filled with rage, hungry for justice and afraid of nothing. Burke is simply one of the most lyrical writers out there and sees into the hidden chambers of the human heart, both good and evil, with a clairvoyant mirror.
Carl Hiaason is a columnist for the Miami Herald, and his imagination gets a boost from the fertile breeding ground of Florida's idiosyncratic characters and politics. Some of the funniest and scariest people on the planet show up in his books. My favorite is Skink, a runaway former Florida governor turned philosophical swamp rat, who tends to show up for a major or minor part in many of his books. Skink survives on his considerable wits and road kill, dispensing dinner, advice and occasionally, justice.
Charlie Huston, with a taste for chaos, is my new favorite. His trilogy which begins with "Caught Stealing" is the saga of Hank Thompson, a bartender whose life gets turned upside down when he agrees to watch his vacationing neighbor's cat. Never has a hero metamorphasized like Hank. Blood-soaked and killer funny.
There's more: James W. Hall, Robert Crais, Elmore Leonard, Tana French, Lee Child, Elizabeth George, I could go on for a while. There was one writer, though, that got me started on this journey: Robert B. Parker.
Sadly, Parker died last week. I'm sure he was in the middle of writing a new book at the time. His detective Spenser (like "The Faerie Queene" Spenser" as he was fond of telling people) was an amazing creation. He had it all: he was fearless, rugged, brilliant, dangerous, charming, a gourmet cook and had the coolest friends in the world, especially Hawk and Susan. My first foray into Parker's world was "Early Autumn" and that one hooked me forever. Spenser always gave a damn, and had heart and compassion. It wasn't just Spenser, either – there was Sunny Randall, Jesse Stone, and the Westerns. Great plots, great characters. But for me, Parker was the undisputed king of dialogue. Nobody wrote dialogue like Robert B. Parker. Whenever anybody asks me how to learn to write good dialogue, my answer is “Read Robert B. Parker. Then you’ll know.”
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the words, Parker. You were one of a kind and the best at what you did. I'll miss you a lot.
I've always thought that writers who created such wonderful hero archetype characters as Robicheaux and Spenser were channeling the very best of who they were and who they wanted to be into the characters whose exploits they wrote about. Probably just idealistic imaginings... but somehow I think it may be true. At least I want to think so.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Werewolves, Wild Tales & Writers, Oh My! : iPulpFiction.com
Short stories are truly wonderful things. Little gems of literary creativity and wonder, they are vignettes of a writer's imagination on a small stage, an opportunity to showcase an idea or a few scenes that don't require the length of a novel to be appreciated. Lately, there's been a renaissance of the short story from publishers, and popularity among readers assures that this will continue. Among e-publishers, one website that stands out from the crowd is ipulpfiction.com. Their stories have a wide range: classic Mark Twain, noir detectives, romance, science fiction, dogs, mysteries, Westerns, and the supernatural - for adults and kids alike. Shameless plug: The "New Voices in Horror" section includes one of mine:
iPulp's experienced and professional staff know their stuff. They look for well-crafted tales and provide the same courteous and knowledgable services to mostly unknown writers as they do to published luminaries like Orson Scott Card and Ben Bova. I urge you to visit the site and see for yourself, it's a lot of fun. If you're a writer, think about submitting a story to them, it's a good opportunity. If you're a reader, you'll have a grand time and stock up on some great stories.
Regards, Raven
iPulp's experienced and professional staff know their stuff. They look for well-crafted tales and provide the same courteous and knowledgable services to mostly unknown writers as they do to published luminaries like Orson Scott Card and Ben Bova. I urge you to visit the site and see for yourself, it's a lot of fun. If you're a writer, think about submitting a story to them, it's a good opportunity. If you're a reader, you'll have a grand time and stock up on some great stories.
Regards, Raven
Saturday, January 2, 2010
A New Year, A New Decade, A New Raven?
Happy New Year y'all. 2010 just sounds positive, doesn't it? In keeping with that, I've been inspired to be more upbeat as well. I'm basically happy but a cynical sort who gets easily frustrated, but I think with a new decade and all, I want to accomplish more and the best way to do that is to be a more optimistic, cheerful and buoyant person. What's that weird sound...ah, sighs of relief. Hmm.
Don't get too excited, Pollyanna is dead and I still hate most songs in major keys. However, all angst-ridden alcoholic Hemingwayesque successes aside, I do think creativity is best nurtured when the creator is enthusiastic and cheerful. There will be days when this is an uphill battle but all effort will be made to turn sarcasm into wit and snarky comments into helpful suggestions. If you feel I'm sliding downhill, feel free to verbally push me into a more upright stance. A short text/note will do, I suggest QBB (Quit Being a Bitch).
There is more. This year I also vow to:
1. Finish my years-long apocalyptic novel.
2. Start the next one.
3. Write at least six more short stories.
4. Do more yoga, dance and go to the gym again.
Then there's the really hard ones:
5. Remember wine doesn't count as a fruit serving.
6. Wear clothes that aren't black occasionally.
7. Quit cutting my own hair.
8. Stay away from Macy's.
9. Walk the dogs more often.
10. Stop snarling at people who say "bless you".
Laissez les bons temps rouler, darlings, and merci to Ms. Wolf Aesthetic for the inspiration.
Regardez, the kinder gentler Raven.
Don't get too excited, Pollyanna is dead and I still hate most songs in major keys. However, all angst-ridden alcoholic Hemingwayesque successes aside, I do think creativity is best nurtured when the creator is enthusiastic and cheerful. There will be days when this is an uphill battle but all effort will be made to turn sarcasm into wit and snarky comments into helpful suggestions. If you feel I'm sliding downhill, feel free to verbally push me into a more upright stance. A short text/note will do, I suggest QBB (Quit Being a Bitch).
There is more. This year I also vow to:
1. Finish my years-long apocalyptic novel.
2. Start the next one.
3. Write at least six more short stories.
4. Do more yoga, dance and go to the gym again.
Then there's the really hard ones:
5. Remember wine doesn't count as a fruit serving.
6. Wear clothes that aren't black occasionally.
7. Quit cutting my own hair.
8. Stay away from Macy's.
9. Walk the dogs more often.
Laissez les bons temps rouler, darlings, and merci to Ms. Wolf Aesthetic for the inspiration.
Regardez, the kinder gentler Raven.
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