Word and Definition by Merriam Webster
Quote from Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer
“Factory farming, of course, does not cause all the world’s problems, but is is remarkable just how many of them intersect there.”
Producers: Jennifer Barrons, Geralyn White Dreyfous, Noam Dromi, Sandra Keats, Jon Levin, Natalie Portman, Christopher Dillon Quinn, Burton Ritchie, Jonathan Safran Foer, Regina K. Scully, Biz Stone, Evan Williams, and Hana Wuerker
Director: Christopher Dillon Quinn
Writer: Christopher Dillon Quinn based from Jonathan Safran Foer’s book
Narrator: Natalie Portman
Rating: NA but not suitable for young children
Running Time: 1 hour and 34 minutes
Eating Animals is the documentary version of the book by Jonathan Safran Foer. This documentary states the facts and the close relationship between the American government and the agricultural business. It begins with the landscape of the United States before factory farming became the way of life where big businesses profit and those supplying the demands suffer with cutthroat practices and competition. Believe it or not, most of the meat, eggs, and dairy consumed are full of hormones, chemicals, and antibiotics because that is the standard farming practice. Yet, most of the farmers are drowning in debt and the animals suffer from birth to death. With this being said, this documentary is not preachy but factual. It gives some historical background and insight into the evolution of the factory farm and its practices. It discusses the hard work of reputable and respectful hog, beef, and poultry farmers who raise the animals outside with plenty of grasses and sunshine. These small town farmers hope to bring their true and tried practices back one state at a time.
I completely respect this, but what I don’t respect is corporate greed for the sake of everyone’s else’s welfare from consumers to whistle blowers to the animals. As one former poultry farmer who broke his contract with Perdue, Craig Watts spoke of the practices the USDA endorses and the realities most farmers face. If a meat and non-meat eater are standing next to each other, I hope both would realize large man made ponds of pink liquid (pig farm waste) is not normal or safe. Another whistle blower and animal welfare activist is Dr. James Keen, who once worked at MARC, a USDA research facility aimed to increase livestock production. He saw horrendous, unnecessary experiments and shared them when he was ignored over and over by his colleagues. This isn’t to say there won’t be animals to eat in the future, but alternatives will become even more mainstream when the supplies dwindle. Even if you’re a big meat eater and you can’t put down that sizzling bacon or beef burger, it’s all interconnected in some way.
Pisaries Creator gives Eating Animals FOUR FINGERS and ONE THUMB at 100%.
Office desks have 400 more times bacterial than a toilet seat. Think about it. You sneeze, blow your nose, eat and drink, blow dust from it. Other people come to your desk and touch your stuff. It’s a dirty surface so clean it more than less.
It takes about fifteen minutes for a healthy sleeper to fall asleep. If it takes less than five minutes, it is likely some kind of sleep deprivation. It never takes me less than five minutes unless I’m completely exhausted, but taking an hour to fall asleep isn’t good either.
Imagining doing exercises increases muscle strength. Okay, so the brain is powerful. It probably is better thinking of executing arm curls when compared to the shake weight, but we all know actually putting weights into your hands and lifting is the much better option if you want to see results. Case closed.
There’s quite a bit of range so I’m sticking with the answer that it would take a person yelling for eight years, seven months, and six days would heat up a cup of coffee. The other answers were seven years, one year, and five days. The bottom line is it takes energy to heat up coffee whether done by yelling, machine, microwave, and old school maybe on the stove.
The human being has survived for two million years while the dinosaurs survived for 150 years. We have a long ways to go and unless scientists and technology can purify salt water, human beings will probably die out from lack of water over anything else. A person can live without food for a good month, but the average is ten to fifteen days. Water is a different story. We last about three to five days without water.
Most lip balm is made to be addictive. The more you use it, the more you need it. This might be the case, but I’d rather be addicted to it than have cracked and bloody lips. I’ve had this happen before and worse, it hurts especially during cold winters. I don’t know what people used to do to protect and moisturize their lips before lip balm was invented. I would have suffered even greater.
To smell a person’s odor on a Monday
when there’s no law that says you have to take a shower,
not even after a few days.
If the same person stinks on Wednesday,
the one you stood behind while waiting in line,
it isn’t good to complain.
Even if it was a Friday,
she still wouldn’t care to use deodorant under her pits,
cleanly shaven or not.
Immune to the dirty looks,
her nastiness floats among the people waiting,
spreads as she moves forward and lingers as she stops.
She remains aloof,
this interference with people’s hunger is not right,
tacos should be eaten on any day of the week.
Quote by Whoopi Goldberg: “Immoral is choosing not to act when you hold in your hands the power to create perfection.”
(Non-read book on the left and my clearly used book on the right. It’s true that over time the inside book covers can change colors.)
Publisher: Avon Books
Publication Date: October 1998
Page Number: 286
Long before Whoopi Goldberg was duking it out on screen with Megan McCain on The View, she wrote a book titled “Whoopi Goldberg Book.” It came out in hardcover in 1997 and paperback in 1998. I’m glad I waited 22 years to finish reading it. I don’t think I would have appreciated it was much when I was still in my twenties. She mentioned and wondered what life would be like 25 years later. Well, we’re basically 2 years and 11 months away. I doubt she ever thought the United States and the world for that matter would be so polarized among races, cultures, and groups. She also wondered if she had it within herself to write like a formal essayist later. She was in her early 40s when this was published. Since this time she has written more books and a children’s series called Sugar Plum Ballerinas. I suspect she wrote about this because secretly she wanted to be a ballerina or because like myself am at awe with dancers who stand vertical on their feet or maybe a combination of the two. She writes it like she sees it and lets it all hang out in this book: the things she holds dear, the things that bother her, the things she doesn’t understand, the things she won’t ever do, and most of all incorporating her background and who she is as a person. I’m not that kind of person to be so forward, unabashedly so, but it gives me the inspiration to include certain information I might be hesitant with in future stories. While I may not agree with everything she says, I pushed all the other 14 books I’m currently reading to make room for this one.
Word and Definition by Merriam Webster
Photo by Schnipidy
Video of Ruby Rose singing Raise Your Glass by Pink on Lip Sync Battle
I feel like a have a seesaw in my head with a string attached to it. It goes back and forth from one topic to another. I call it diarrhea of the brain. Not a great image but a phrase I came up with all by myself. I have other phrases I use in life, but they won’t be included in this blog. Ever since I’ve finished my rewrite, I’ve been excited to start my next novel idea and I did a few days ago. After I was done writing a good five pages, I was still tired but wider awake mentally. It kept me up that night. I’ve been purposely not going on my personal FB because I have friends who post political stuff morning, noon, and night. As I suggested to one of them, get a hobby of some kind. I know my retirement isn’t going to be about gambling my money away, trolling the internet, and doing whatever else that doesn’t include being creative and reading and traveling if my body is up for it. I’ve thought about the wildfires in Australia and surrounding areas and how absolutely tragic it is for estimated 500 million animals already dead on the 26 million acres already burned. I’ve thought about the thousands of homes that have been incinerated and people who have died in these fires. All this damn suffering and the smoke inhalation Australians are encountering all over the place. I can’t believe people debate the futility of wishing and praying for those in need versus something like donating money or volunteering your time to help in some way. Not everyone has the ability to give money and not everyone wants to say a prayer or wish, but those that do, well let them. Aren’t there worse things than that? I get practicing what you preach and someone repeatedly saying how bad something is but sitting on millions of dollars and hoarding his or her money as if it’s not enough, yeah that’s pretty selfish. The money you make should be used in whatever way you want it, but in today’s worldwide social media, it’s an eyesore more than ever. I donate when I can and I get the principle of social influence, but there are times when pressuring people looks bad even on social media. I ended up giving money to the candidate I want to be the one to go opposite Donald Trump in the 2020 U.S. Presidential election, but now I’m being hounded morning, noon, and night to give more money. I wish that whenever I breathed, I had money. Since that’s not possible, I don’t have the luxury to keep giving money every week of every month until November. I wish I did, but I don’t.
How does this relate to the title of this entry? It does in this way. I have great novel beginnings or so I think when I write them. I introduce a character, his or her problem, the location, and the gist of what this person is dealing with. It should capture the reader’s attention and then convince him or her to keep reading. This is what all writers want for their books. The more that reads my books, the more my hard work paid off. As I glanced over my printed copy of my rewrite, I thought I’m not that bad of a writer. There’s nothing I can do about it except wait because my roommate wants to finish reading his Stephen King book he’s nose deep into and if I could find a way for him to read it faster, I would. I want to know now, but now isn’t an option. So, I’ve learned to have even more patience. There’s a saying that no book is ever really finished and while this is fine and dandy in the philosophical sphere, as a creative writer, I want an ending because I like solid endings. It may not be the one readers want, but most novels of mine will have a solid ending. It’s sometimes hard to contain my excitement for getting something done even knowing it’s not “fully” done yet. It’s hard not to get excited at the prospect of knowing that by the time I am 65 years old because I’ve disciplined myself I will have more than a few books self-published. I don’t want to be the one and done kind of writer. I don’t want to be the writer that half asses it just to get it out there. It will all come in time and whatever work needs to be done, my first book will be self-published this year because as much as I like freedom within the writing process, I also like deadlines and this deadline must happen.
While there is a beginning and end on some level with writing, there’s a cyclic movement on another. It’s finding the peace in the writing and rewriting process and once it is actually published, not giving your soul to the criticism because not everyone will like it. But, others will like it and this is what you grab and hold onto because these days people love to be shit starters for the hell of it. It was your brain that conceived the idea, your fingers that hit the keyboard, your sanity that probably was lost along the way, and your hard work from start to finish. For the next twenty some years, it will be much of the same process for me of writing, rewriting, waiting, rewriting, making sure the formatting is correct, paying someone to proofread it by someone who doesn’t have fucked up eyes like I do, getting a good photo for the cover, and being satisfied when it’s finally done and not going back but forward when I second guess my abilities. I’m constantly sitting in the middle of many cycles and I’m for the most part fine with it. My mom will ask me if I’m happy now and then and while I’m not bouncing off the walls with excitement, I am the happiest I’ve ever been. I look forward to stepping out of my shadow and putting myself out there more in 2020 and beyond.
Some think on the one dollar bill in the U.S. that there’s an owl in the upper left-hand corner of the 1 and a spider hidden at the upper right-hand corner. According to the Bureau of Engraving and printing, this is not intentional and a coincidental part of the printing process.
We’ve all heard of the fat American. Americans love to eat. They do exist. The country ranked #12 by World Health Organization (WHO) with 36.2 percent of Americans being obese in 2018. This translates to Americans eating an average of 18 acres of pizza every day. This means pizza taking up about 18 football fields. That’s way too much cheese and pepperoni. Even if it’s made with a cauliflower crust and vegan cheese, still too much pizza.
Here’s one for all the science people. A raisin dropped in a glass of champagne will bounce up and down because of carbonation. The raisin gets air pockets stuck in the wrinkles of the raisins. The bubbles pop on the top, creating the raisin to fall into the glass. Loads of fun for all you wine drinkers.
Barbie’s life-size measurements would be 39-23-33, stand seven feet and two inches tall, and her neck would be twice the size of a normal neck. According to the CDC in 2013 (a little outdated, I know), the average height of a female is 64.29 inches or 5.35 feet tall at age 19 and the average size waist was 33.62 in inches. Think what you want, but from what I hear people like a little meat on a woman’s bones.
Oh me, oh my, for how tired am I! I would like to say welcome back to myself to WordPress. It’s been a whole five days not looking at my blog in the New Year. I’m dealing with a major cold right now on top of needing to find a doctor to read my sleep test results and find a new doctor who will turn in referrals so I don’t have to wait another three months for my other problem. I expected a lot better from UNLV medicine, but onto equally important topics like writing. While I might have rushed my rewrite for my love story, I finished it yesterday and printed it today. This version will be critiqued by my roommate. No matter what suggestions he makes, I plan on self-publishing it this year. I’m also going to start my second novel idea soon, so it can be finished in 2020, revised and self-published in 2021. Then onto the next one, my trilogy that might just be one book but I’ll have to see when I get there. I ended up playing Jenga this weekend along with binge watching Orange is the New Black, coloring one of my many designs, and reading the many books next to my bed. The second week of January begins tomorrow and as I inch closer to certain things and farther from others, time and money continues to be weird phenomenons. All I can do is carry on and keep drinking ice tea while trying to get my life more together.
This is what I call SLOW PROGRESS!