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The Oil We Eat

Yesterday I read the most depressing article I have come across in a long while. First published in Harper’s in February 2004, I’m glad I only came across it yesterday. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.

In “The Oil We Eat”, Richard Manning gave me a geography (and biology, and plant physiology) lesson I could have used back when I started, I don’t know, eating I suppose:

“Special as we humans are, we get no exemptions from the rules. All animals eat plants or eat animals that eat plants. This is the food chain, and pulling it is the unique ability of plants to turn sunlight into stored energy in the form of carbohydrates, the basic fuel of all animals. Solar-powered photosynthesis is the only way to make this fuel. There is no alternative to plant energy, just as there is no alternative to oxygen. The results of taking away our plant energy may not be as sudden as cutting off oxygen, but they are as sure.”

Unfortunately, Manning seems to recommend only eating what you can kill or grow close to home but I only have Phil and Don here and I was fattening them up for another project – I can’t imagine them going for more than few meals anyway.

So, at the end of the day I did what any red-blooded male would do when confronted with the imminent demise of the planet and everyone on it: I cracked open a beer and switched on “Top Gear” and tried not think about it.

Tuesday Allsorts #2

Alright then, while I am fiddling with css here are some links to amuse and alarm you:

There, all of these are weeks late but none the worse for that I shouldn’t wonder.

About “Marvellous”

The main reason for starting this blog (correctly anticipating audience numbers in the low singles) was to practice and showcase my own writing, short and long-form. To that end I am archiving my other writing here, assuming that the losers at www.paramount.co.nz will eventually miss the payments on their hosting. The Marvoir actually died at the end of 2004 and condolences, while welcome, are belated. Remarkably, his ashes haven’t been knocked off the top of the television by the new boys.

Soon, with the help of audio-visual aids, I will tell the first chapters of the story of Phil & Don (or is that Don & Phil?) so that people won’t think I am sitting at home festering.