I think Eric Schmidt just made a thinly-veiled EPIC allusion at MacWorld: “I’ve had the privilege of joining the board and there’s a lot of relationships… if we merge the companies we can call it Applegoo — but I’m not a marketing guy.”
What think you? Can we take credit for that one?
Clive Thompson asks the question of whether the U.S. is geographically unable to perceive global warming. Of course, I’m in Minnesota in January and my lake is still liquid, which suggests the answer is “No.”
Liquid!! There are still ducks on it!!
Street Musique, Syrinx and Walking: three works by the incredible Canadian animator Ryan Larkin. I think this is what you’d get if you mashed up Fantasia, The Science of Sleep, The Earthly Paradise, a Bill Plympton cartoon, and some pot brownies.
Then there’s the also-amazing short 3D documentary about Larkin’s life, Ryan (part 1 | part 2). (MetaFilterrific.)
After being cautioned by my mom and sister over Christmas break about growing reports of the perils of soy milk, I undertook some casual Web research to assess these warnings for myself. I was dubious, of course. It’s soy! It’s ancient! Beloved by healthy Easterners for centuries! I defiantly munched my cheddar-flavored soy crispettes and started perusing Google.
Finding the controversy was easy enough. But further Googling ensnared me in a super-techy recursive loop of a conversation between Bill Sardi and his soy-bashing antagonists, Sally Fallon and Mary Enig. Here, at last, my techno-triumphalist, age-of-mass-culture-is-dead self started scrambling for an “authoritative” source to lead me from this thicket.
And they totally failed me. Snopes said the jury’s out. The frickin’ SF Chronicle delivered a novel-length shrug disguised as a news report.
Best as I can tell, largely on the strength of this 2000 FDA Consumer report, much of the controversy derives from the fact that we currently like to consume not only soy — the protein, the marvelous whole food that makes the peanut seem one-dimensional — but also a number of soy derivatives in pill form, as dietary supplements. These pills or powders are made from the individual components of soy (isoflavones), and holistic health sources like to bottle ’em up and sell ’em to consumers as miracle drugs. But there’s no proof these components bring any health benefits on their own, and there’s reasonable evidence they might bring some risks.
So the pills, not the protein, are the problem. I think. As far as I know, the FDA still allows foods that meet certain criteria to bear a label saying, “Diets low in saturated fat and cholesterol that include 25 grams of soy protein a day may reduce the risk of heart disease.”
I have no particular point in sharing any of this, I just think it raises a few interesting questions. Sorry to those of you who read looking for a boffo insight at the end. For the record, I just finished a delicious bowl of Multigrain Cheerios, drowned in Silk.
I mean, it makes sense, but I’d never really given it much thought. I remember seeing my dogs twitch in their sleep and saying, “Aww, they must be dreaming.” But I guess I didn’t really believe it, or I didn’t really follow the thought through to its conclusion. But I find the image of a dreaming rat retracing its steps through a maze to be a little sad and, er, poignant. Am I a sap?
Emily Oster shares three things you don’t know about AIDS in Africa. Which it’s very possible that several of you already do know. But I found them novel. (Freakonomical, but they seem to have deleted the post.)
John Brockman’s got his crew of deep thinkers he commissions with answering humankind’s big questions, I’ve got mine. So how ’bout it, folks? What are you optimistic about? Why?
Although this is not the “coolest psychology experiment ever,” as billed, it’s pretty freaky all the same. It makes me wonder what other giant glaring things we fail to perceive on a daily basis.