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This morning I'm questioning my reality. it's 12:43pm and I'm saying morning because in my realtiy right now it is still morning. And i'm questioning it.
A co worker of mine has put me off an Author, Michael Pollen for a long time, mainly because she keeps quoting him, and the things which she is quoting completely contradicts everything I've been studying in regards to nutrition. As a result i have ben completely put off from him, and disregard anything he supposedly says. Then one day it occurred to me that she might be misquoting, taking things she has read and twisting it around to mean that she can eat beef regularly, and that cooking vegetables does not in fact decrease their nutritional value. A lot of people take what I say and twist it. When I, a vegetarian, say that beef is not good for you meaning that if you have the option, go for a bird of some sort, people take the words and twist it into vegetarian promotion and tell me i'm preaching and that it's good to eat meat. So finally, I bought a Michael Pollen book - two in fact: The Botany of Desire and The Omnivore's Dilemma. I'm a good way into the former, which is about how plants treat us as honey bees, so to speak. By appealing to our desires, plants have been able to get us to do what they need. Not just plants either, he uses the example of the domesticated Dog opposed to the Wolf. He talks about the people he's met along the way, describing them from their eye color to their accent, and I realized that he's not a Nutritionist, He's a journalist. I sought out the "about the author" and sure enough, It says nothing about him studying nutrition but just having written for the New York Times.
I felt like laughing. All this time I thought there was some wonkie nutritionist out there who was preaching McDonald's endorsed slogans, and so I, without having delved into any of his works, and have been turning my nose up at him. My reality altered. He is merely a journalist asking questions enough to produce books. Good or bad, right or wrong, he's only reporting what other people are telling him.
Within my course, there is a "Book Club", where people can share the books they've been reading in relation to what we've been studying. Michael Pollen comes up alot, and I wonder that if he is just a journalist, how much of what he writes should we be taking seriously? not that i'm saying journalists shouldn't be taking seriously, but if we are writing a paper say along the lines of The Botany of Desire, should we use his book as a guide more than say going and studying under and anthropologist and a botanist, or rather, several, and maybe even throw in a chemist in there? Vs say Patrick Holford, author of The Optimum Nutrition Bible, who is also a British Nutritional Therapist?
I know there's an incomplete thought somewhere in there, and I am restraining heavily on advancing my opinion on a vegetarian, mainly because I'm over the debate of it.
But As far as my reality goes, my reality is currently that I'm laid up again, approaching my second week off work on L and I due to a back injury, the second one in just under a year, and I can't write - this is the first time I've written in just about four weeks. My co-worker is harassing me and taking it personally that I'm off work, and my dr wants me to go on walks to help my back, which I also want to do because I'm getting cabin fever. However, due tot he harassment my coworker is giving me, I'm afraid to go for walks as said coworker lives just up the road from me, and I'm afraid of her seeing me and raising more hell in my direction.
But the main issue of my reality is that I can't write. I want to write, fill my future self in on all that has gone one, as I know alot has gone on that I might find important, and I need to just get it out, instead of it allow to be quarantined within myself and fester into that ooz of negativity, which will only seep through my pores. But I can't bring myself to do it. I can't sit at a table long enough to write out my thoughts in my book - typing isn't enough. there's not enough connection for it to be enough. My back hurts too much to support me upright in a chair. I can slouch on the couch with computer on my lap, but I can't write in my journal. And it's driving me insane.
At least one part of my reality has changed, and that is that Michael Pollen in a journalist. And in a silly, immature way, that brings me alot of joy.
A co worker of mine has put me off an Author, Michael Pollen for a long time, mainly because she keeps quoting him, and the things which she is quoting completely contradicts everything I've been studying in regards to nutrition. As a result i have ben completely put off from him, and disregard anything he supposedly says. Then one day it occurred to me that she might be misquoting, taking things she has read and twisting it around to mean that she can eat beef regularly, and that cooking vegetables does not in fact decrease their nutritional value. A lot of people take what I say and twist it. When I, a vegetarian, say that beef is not good for you meaning that if you have the option, go for a bird of some sort, people take the words and twist it into vegetarian promotion and tell me i'm preaching and that it's good to eat meat. So finally, I bought a Michael Pollen book - two in fact: The Botany of Desire and The Omnivore's Dilemma. I'm a good way into the former, which is about how plants treat us as honey bees, so to speak. By appealing to our desires, plants have been able to get us to do what they need. Not just plants either, he uses the example of the domesticated Dog opposed to the Wolf. He talks about the people he's met along the way, describing them from their eye color to their accent, and I realized that he's not a Nutritionist, He's a journalist. I sought out the "about the author" and sure enough, It says nothing about him studying nutrition but just having written for the New York Times.
I felt like laughing. All this time I thought there was some wonkie nutritionist out there who was preaching McDonald's endorsed slogans, and so I, without having delved into any of his works, and have been turning my nose up at him. My reality altered. He is merely a journalist asking questions enough to produce books. Good or bad, right or wrong, he's only reporting what other people are telling him.
Within my course, there is a "Book Club", where people can share the books they've been reading in relation to what we've been studying. Michael Pollen comes up alot, and I wonder that if he is just a journalist, how much of what he writes should we be taking seriously? not that i'm saying journalists shouldn't be taking seriously, but if we are writing a paper say along the lines of The Botany of Desire, should we use his book as a guide more than say going and studying under and anthropologist and a botanist, or rather, several, and maybe even throw in a chemist in there? Vs say Patrick Holford, author of The Optimum Nutrition Bible, who is also a British Nutritional Therapist?
I know there's an incomplete thought somewhere in there, and I am restraining heavily on advancing my opinion on a vegetarian, mainly because I'm over the debate of it.
But As far as my reality goes, my reality is currently that I'm laid up again, approaching my second week off work on L and I due to a back injury, the second one in just under a year, and I can't write - this is the first time I've written in just about four weeks. My co-worker is harassing me and taking it personally that I'm off work, and my dr wants me to go on walks to help my back, which I also want to do because I'm getting cabin fever. However, due tot he harassment my coworker is giving me, I'm afraid to go for walks as said coworker lives just up the road from me, and I'm afraid of her seeing me and raising more hell in my direction.
But the main issue of my reality is that I can't write. I want to write, fill my future self in on all that has gone one, as I know alot has gone on that I might find important, and I need to just get it out, instead of it allow to be quarantined within myself and fester into that ooz of negativity, which will only seep through my pores. But I can't bring myself to do it. I can't sit at a table long enough to write out my thoughts in my book - typing isn't enough. there's not enough connection for it to be enough. My back hurts too much to support me upright in a chair. I can slouch on the couch with computer on my lap, but I can't write in my journal. And it's driving me insane.
At least one part of my reality has changed, and that is that Michael Pollen in a journalist. And in a silly, immature way, that brings me alot of joy.