“And that’s really the heart of the debate: Who gets to control the images that define the meat industry? The illustrations of rolling green hills and smiling pigs on product packaging don’t mesh with grainy video footage of downed cattle being pushed to slaughter with forklifts. The meat industry is not wholly pastoral or criminally cruel—despite images presented by either side that suggest the contrary—but to control the visual representation is to control the debate.”
— I’ve been working on a piece about ag-gag laws for the past month or so, and it just ran this morning. Even if the animal rights crowd dive you nuts, I don’t think this is an issue to ignore—it’s about far more than PETA vs. CAFOs. There are whistleblower considerations, first amendment issues, etc., etc.
Everyone knows that Dan Brown is the author of Inferno, the most riveting blend of art, history and thriller currently on the market.
But what everyone doesn’t know is that if you excerpt exclusively the fragments of Inferno written in italics, Dan Brown is also the author of inferno, one the most challenging poetry collections of the past decade.
It won’t be artisanal high fructose corn syrup, because this artist is already making it:
[Maya Weinstein’s] DIY corn syrup, packaged in a handmade wooden box, may be disguised in the aesthetics and ethos of artisanal Brooklyn, but the project is more a critique of industrialized food than anything else, says Weinstein, who cops to being an obsessive label reader.
As this scene opens I am walking around grabbing stuff and putting it in my backpack, about to leave for the day, and Keith is sitting at the kitchen table with his computer.
Me: Did you see the review of Taipei?
Keith: No, where was it?
Me: The New York Times.
Keith: Oh. Was it good?
You know the stories about editors and publishers who passed on writers who went on to become hugely famous? Like when Robert Giroux saw Kerouac’s scroll manuscript of On the Road and told him it would have to be cut into individual pages and that was that? Tao Lin is my story. I’ve never really like his writing, but I can’t help wondering if picking up Eeeee Eee Eeee would’ve helped Impetus Press survive—or, conversely if we had published him instead of Melville House, Taipei wouldn’t be getting reviewed in the New York Times.
Either way, I do really wish I still had his submission email.
“The course of the paper, which tracks the fate of the Yakutian cattle through the shift from socialism to capitalism after the fall of the Soviet Union, is dense, but the main argument is that “sociodiversity is an important precondition to sustain biodiversity, that is, to maintain ecological sustainability.” I’d say that the inverse is true too, that once biodiversity—and the varied ways of life it supports—is lost, then our sociodiversity is hampered as well.”
No such thing as cavemen and the earth is only around 6000 years old. You people need to break out of your darwinian,naziesque conditioning and stop your evolution talk. Never has there been proof of evolution…..do your homework and expose the lies.
Above is a Facebook comment on this story I wrote about people who say we should eat “wild” plants.