Meat to Perfection

Friday, December 29th, 2006

The Food and Drug Administration ruled Thursday that it is safe for humans to eat meat and milk from cloned animals.  Although the meat and milk from cows, pigs, and goats will probably not hit supermarkets until 2008, I must say I am a little weirded out.

Okay, so the likelihood of me ever eating beef or pork from a cloned animal is highly unlikely, says USA Today, because a clone is too valuable to butcher.  Instead, most likely carnivores like myself will soon experience eugenically produced meat.  That means ranchers can improve their livestock “by replicating their prized animals, preserving valuable traits such as high meat or milk production capacity, fertility or disease resistance,” the Wall Street Journal writes.  I guess that means better quality meat and milk for consumer…right?

Now I’m no vegan, I definitely like a good burger or steak.  But what does this cloning mean to the animals themselves?  In a few years we are going to see a race of livestock that comes straight out of a Mary Shelley novel.  I find it strange that what would be deemed unacceptable amongst humans is so easily given the green light with farm animals.

the godfather rests

Tuesday, December 26th, 2006


James Brown died this morning at 73 after being hospitalized with pneumonia in Atlanta. He was one of the greatest bandleaders, performers, and tastemakers in modern music. As he put it: “Disco is James Brown, hip-hop is James Brown, rap is James Brown; you know what I’m saying?”

The man had run-ins with the law, drug problems and health issues in recent decades, but his death came suddenly and early. His website lists tour dates that were scheduled to begin December 27 in Waterbury, CT, and included gigs through August 2007.

Last week, Bugs Burnett interviewed the Godfather of Soul for Hour Magazine, previewing Brown’s planned January Canadian tour. Read the interview. Also check out Jonathan Lethem’s June 2006 interview with him for Rolling Stone. Listen to audio. Read article.

Have yourself a Soulful Christmas.

Click here to stream James Brown’s “Soulful Christmas.” Also, “Christmas in Heaven.”

mr hundred and one

Sunday, December 24th, 2006

heat miser

One thing you can say for Heat Miser, he wasn’t a denier. Global warming was for him both philosophy and policy. He never shied away from his designs to put an end to moderate temperatures on earth. He knew it would all end in tears. He never pretended he didn’t want to dramatically alter life as we know it. He was too much.

I’m Mister Green Christmas
I’m Mister Sun
I’m Mister Heat Blister
I’m Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Melts in my clutch

I never want to see a day
That’s under sixty degrees
I’d rather have it eighty,
Ninety, one hundred degrees!
Oh, some like it hot, but I like it
REALLY hot! Hee hee!

fiasco in a stocking

Thursday, December 21st, 2006

lupe

Two of the great non-stories of the year: “Bush To Consider Iraq Study Group Recommendations” and “No Rap Artists Among Grammy Nominees.” The second was the jumping off point for a thousand (gleeful) stories on the death of rap, all of which included, in the second-to-last paragraph, reference to the fact that, although evil rap was surely dying, um, hip-hop, that other kinda rap-ish music, was alive and well, had even, er, garnered a bunch of nominations from Grammy headquarters as evidence of its vitality (because if it gets a nod from Grammy, it’s just got to be good).

So the award is gonna go to… Looopaay! You know it. Put the disc in a chimney stocking today. As somebody told Fader last January: “Lupe Fiasco is the shit. The next hottest shit in the Chi and if Twista said it, ain’t nothing else need to be talked about after that. Fucking everybody else up in the game. Shitting on them with a skateboard song.” There’s some rich dialog with Lupe himself here.

town meeting

Tuesday, December 19th, 2006

abakanowicz

What the hell is going on in Chicago? Holiday shoppers beware: the latest immigrants from Poland are each “about 9 feet tall, shell-like and frozen in walking movement.” They’ve been installed just off Lake Michigan in Grant Park, which has become the mayor’s (da mayor’s) public art playground, a sort of civic-equivalent of Edward Scissorhands’ front yard: daring, bizarro, touching, and fascinating in a million ways.

Magdalena Abakanowicz the creator of the installment, which she made in Poland and calls “Agora” (Greek for town meeting place), says that for many years she has dealt with the issue of “the countless.”

“I feel overwhelmed by quantity where counting no longer makes sense. By unrepeatability within such quantity. A crowd of people or birds, insect or leaves, is a mysterious assemblage of variants of a certain prototype, a riddle of nature abhorrent to exact repetition or inability to produce it, just as a human hand can not repeat its own gesture.”

Has anyone asked her if these figures are supposed to represent American voters, because it sure seems a predictably European-intellectual reading—ie, seeing us as enormous, headless, as a mysterious assemblage of variants and a riddle of nature?!