Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Alzhamburglar

As Alzheimer's awareness month comes to a close, I wanted to comment on a book I recently read, titled "Dying for a Hamburger - Modern Meat Processing and the Epidemic of Alzheimer's Disease"


Looking back through history, reviewing scientific literature, and examining the practices of various cultures around the world, the authors make a complelling case that the processed meat industry is directly linked to the growing epidemic of Alzheimer's disease.

It's generally accepted that as people get older, they naturally become foolish and forgetful, having "senior moments" and things like that. Senility is assumed to be a natural development - but until about a century ago this was not the case. All of the great documentors and physicians of the past infrequently reported cases of dementia in the elderly. Yet today we are literally seeing an epidemic of the disease, and the majority of people over the age of 85 develop some form of dementia. And this disease is unlike any other - it robs people of who they are and who they were, not to mention the emotional impact on their friends and families.

Looking to the past, it appears that Alzheimer's disease only became prevalent as modern meat processing facilities developed. And the fact that all parts of the animals we slaughter are put to use - be it for human consumption, animal feed, or a plethora of other uses - it's hard to find many products that don't contain processed animals. (It's in your make-up ladies.)

A correlation is also found between countries that use these mass produced meat products (mainly Western cultures) and those that don't (i.e. India). Basically if you don't eat alot of meat as a society, you don't get many cases of Alzheimer's.

On the scientific front, a new theory has developed in the past few decades that aberrant proteins called prions can interact with normal proteins and convert them to prions as well, in animals and humans alike. This causes a cascading effect that leads to more and more prion production, which eventually leads to the destruction of cells. And it seems that the most susceptible cells are those in the central nervous system, which explains the shrunken and "Swiss cheese-like" brains that are found in Alzheimer's victims.

Coming from a scientific background, it's fairly easy for me to understand the fundamentals of the theory, but to lay it out simply, prions are tiny compared to viruses, which are generally accepted as the smallest infective agent known to the Earth. And viruses are thousands of times smaller than bacteria, which are the smallest organisms we can see through a basic microscope. Viruses can be readily sterilized using known methods, but prions are a new threat that can survive these precautions taken by doctors and scientists. Such evidence for this includes the fact that scalpels used to dissect the brains of Alzheimer's patients have been sterilized and reused on live patients, but still confer Alzheimer's to the living patient.

Scary shit eh?

A parallel is also drawn that shows how similar Alzheimer's disease is to Mad Cow disease and variant CJD - diseases that hit Britain especially hard, and was traced to the practice of feeding dead animals to live ones, in effect creating cannibals out of grass eating ruminants. And the goal here is to increase yields for farmers and make more money - make a cow eat a cow, and they become bigger and fatter. Always with the money...

Speaking of cannibals, the book also examines cannibalistic cultures and discovers dementias are directly related to eating your own friends! So don't eat your buddies, especially their brains.

The end result of the British follies was to prevent cows from eating other cows, and laws were passed to ensure this rule would stand (though mistakes are often made, and sometimes rules are ignored). But here's the brilliant part - you can still feed these extra cow parts to chickens and pigs to make them bigger and fatter. And then you can slaughter the chickens and pigs, and feed their remains to cows! So the prions flow everywhere, and the holier-than-thou race of humans can pat itself on the back. Well played sir...

One point that I found particularly unsettling was the argument against eating ground meats. Imagine 1 in 100,000 cows has prion disease - if you only buy steaks, your chance of getting those prions into your system is 1 in 100,000 right? But if 1000 cows are ground up in a large vat and hamburgers are pumped out, your chance of getting that prion just skyrocketed to 1 in 100. I'm not a big fan of those odds, especially considering how many hamburgers the average Joe is going to plow back in a lifetime.

So I've basically summed up some of the arguments, albeit not so eloquently as the book does, but it's certainly made me reconsider my food choices. And it also makes me want to visit an abattoir and become a vegetarian, but that's not likely. Though I will stick to the solid cuts of meat more often than I used to.

My main criticism of this book is the lack of alternative theories offered for the Alzheimer's epidemic. Many, many things have changed in the past century or so. Countless factors could be involved in this phenomena, but not much is offered beyond the apparent culprit of the meat industry.

Regardless, I highly recommend this book.
Read it, and I guarantee you'll grow a serious case of paranoia about your future in the old age home. Not to mention the paranoia we're bound to feel about our parents who are all getting to that age when the baby boom hits the age of senility, right?

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

It's just one of those days

Without the alarm going off, I woke up the the following sight:


Because my life is so awesome, I didn't get that extra hour of sleep. It was fucking twenty-to-seven.

Last night was just as rough - the drive home took three times longer than usual since it was snowing and people can't drive in snow. Computer files wouldn't load. The wife wouldn't stop complaining. All the lights were red. And sleep was lacking for the past week.

My stress level was through the roof since I had to give a 45 minute presentation today in my cancer class. After almost 3 years of hiatus, I'm thrown back into the fray with a week's notice. I fell pretty good about it, but there were definitely some questions that left me scratching my head. Plus the guest prof was a complete cock, but then again I already knew that since I had met him before. The guy is only here for two weeks, and I get stuck presenting to him. Typical...

I'm glad it's over though, and I'm glad that I have almost 2 months before my next presentation. And the next prof has got to be better than the one I just had. You can't really get much worse - arrogant, socially defunct, wild mood swings, and worst of all, FRENCH. Couldn't even understand some of the things he was saying as he looked down his nose at me. Prick.

Anyway, this weekend should be good. The bro and old man are in town, and we're hoping to catch some football and hit the canal. And I'm also looking forward to catching up with my cousin Sean tomorrow. Maybe check out some tunes somewhere, who knows.

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

They made a movie about me and you - it was half good and half true

Last night I had a dream that I was partying all over the US with Anthony Kiedis in the mid-90's. Bitches, blow, booze, etc. Crazy times we had! And for some reason I called him "Tony" instead of Anthony. We were buds tho, so whatever.

It probably came to mind because I read his autobiography a few months ago. Although I found it pretty entertaining, about halfway through it seemed like he was stuck in an endless loop of behaviour that went nowhere. Despite his alleged recovery from drug addictions as the book wrapped up, I was left thinking "this guy is probably ramming a needle in his arm right now", since the book was published a few years ago. And it also occurred to me that half of it was probably true; the other half bullshit.

I also read Heath Ledger's biography a few months back. Boring, boring, boring. Poorly written too.

Xmas treated me well this year.

Sidenote: The wife hates it when I don't call it Christmas... and yes, it has to be capitalized. Yawn. It's all about the money these days anyway. Plus Jesus was probably born in March anyway, so there's no use getting excited about things.

I finally got an Xbox, and it came with a couple of games. Halo 3 is alright, but I'm hankering for COD. And the racing game, Forza Motorsports, is surprisingly entertaining. I haven't played a racing game in years, but this one is pretty solid.

I also got some sweet new sheets and towels for my pad. Never thought I'd see the day that I'd be excited about fuckin linens. But I suppose everybody's gotta grow up sooner or later.
Also got a couple of books - Vonnegut and Bukowski (mint), new headphones, liquor, some custom coasters from my sis-in-law (one of which sports a studly-lookin pick of me), new gloves and scarf (yuppie), awesome new work boots, and a few other things that escape my memory at the moment.

On a melancholy note, I think I just saw our old wise cat for the last time. He was looking mighty frail, and he's definitely taken a turn for the worse in the past two months. But I also got to hang out with my bro's new cat, Ollie Williams. He's got a double set of fangs right now since his adult teeth have come in before the babies fell out, so he looks menacing... if only he weighed more that 3 pounds. Even still, he's something to be feared at the moment with those claws.

The break was busy with travel, but I got to see a bunch of friends and family along the way. TO, Barrie, Chatham, Sarnia, London. And I even wrote xmas cards to the aunts and uncles I didn't have a chance to see. Look at me, all grown up and shit.

My workplace packed up and moved on the 29th/30th, and we had two brutally busy and tiring days for that task. Even now we're still setting up and unpacking like mad.

New years was spent at The Velvet Room, aka the geriatric farm. Actually it was only an old crowd when we first showed up, then the younger crew took over. It was alot of fun, and it was nice to be away from the stupid undergrads for once. Though I could've used a little more cleavage bouncing around cuz I'm a pervert.

And now it's back to the normal swing, with a twist of a "Biology of Cancer" grad course in the mix. I'm looking forward to it.

In conclusion - xmas, xmas, xmas.