A Food Experiment

It’s been a fairly big week for the ipoet. First, and I say this as respectfully as possible, I called the Osama “capture” at year’s start. And, now, just days later, my specific prediction that the Mavericks would defeat the Lakers in the second round has transpired, and I’m one round closer to the fulfillment of my January, and continuing, prediction that the Mavericks will win it all (see previous two links). Frankly, I’m not sure which call is more impressive. All the experts had the Mavericks losing to Portland in the first round. Certainly, no one had them knocking off the Lakers or winning the Championship. It’s a bold call. But, the Osama prediction, as crass as this will sound, may be the crown jewel of this site, second only to my sustained modesty. The fact that I may have missed severely on innumerable other wild guesses about the future should not distract your admiration.

Onto today’s topic.

I hate food raps. I’m rap philosophically opposed to them. Punchlines, metaphors, whatever. They’re almost always corny. So, today, in doing one, I’m breaking a longstanding and pat rule.

I recently heard Dr. Ann Kulze speak concerning the power of food. In 90% of what she said there was little new. Vegetables, fruits, nuts, beans, cut out white flour products. But, her enthusiasm for the elegant value of good foods was pretty inspirational. She calls them super foods. Sweet potatoes, tomatoes, apricots, peppers, Omega 3 eggs. The list goes on. But I was less motivated by the threat of the bad than the promise of the good. My son can be 6′ 4″!! And, I may have overreacted in racing to adopt an exclusive diet of soy nuts and Raisan Bran (still a fraction of the fiber contained in one bowl of Colon Blow). My wife doubts that a body could ever properly adjust.

Additionally, Friday was the debut of Forks Over Knives. The movie “examines the profound claim that most, if not all, of the degenerative diseases that afflict us can be controlled, or even reversed, by rejecting our present menu of animal-based and processed foods.”

I’m not a vegetarian or vegan or even a reasonably healthy eater. I like sausage and cream cheese dip, IBC root beer, and funnel cakes. I have no agenda in suggesting that a radical change in our diet might literally save our lives or make us super human. In fact, I generally have rejected such notions.

I’ve invented all of these half-baked ideas about genetics and nutrition and exercise that mostly justify my preexisting habits in regards to each. I’ve convinced myself that the blessing of my own good metabolism is a window that actual nutrition can barely budge to the right or left. This of course is ridiculous on any account but certainly in light of all I’ve heard this past week.

And, I was especially convicted by a sort of inconsistency of reason. In all of the nutrition debate, there is this push to return to a diet that was somehow original to man. This has always struck me as sort of preposterous. Original man ate roots because he didn’t have Raisinets. That seems pretty obvious. For the same reason, he spent all day chasing fire and not using a microwave. He didn’t have one. Old things aren’t better. They were just first. We would have no nostalgia for books if Gutenburg had miraculously invented the Nook instead of the printing press. Anyway, I just thought eating primitive tree fungi was sort of extreme. But, then it hit me, that for those of us who perceive Creation as a product of Design or even for those who believe in systematically functional evolution, symbioses between available plant based food and our health would be something to expect. And, yet, those in the camp who are most likely to ascribe purpose to the created order are most ready to reject the claims of, for lack of a better term, original diet.

My attention is picqued.

Jaq from Germany produced today’s song. His grandmother recently passed away and I wanted to honor her with his art.

Today’s song blog here:

It's like shhhhh

3 thoughts on “A Food Experiment

  1. Oh, it’s all clear to me now. This post answers lots of questions.

    My favorite line from the post: “Old things are not better. They were just first.” Somehow I agree and disagree with it at the same time.

    Nice song, too. Ha!

  2. oh it’s all clear to you now?? like you can read my blog entry and act like you know me? i’m more complicated than the four walls of this digital window, Ms. Whoever-You Might-Be. i’m about to have a bowl of peanut butter popcorn. unravel them apples.

    as ardency always does. it makes otherwise reasonable points impossible to accept.

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