tragbares

A comprehensive study commissioned by Greenpeace Germany of sports- and outdoor wear articles has determined that virtually all coats, jackets and clothing treated to be weather-proof retain those harmful chemicals.

It is not quite like the formaldehyde that leeches from furniture and carpets over its lifetime and exacerbates chemical sensitivities in people who live with it, but rather poses little risk of harm to those who wear the items—though the news, I suppose, could have been spun to incite a riot. The cumulative run-off of the manufacturing process, however, does present a hazard, with the polyfluorinated compounds (PFCs) that don’t degrade naturally and have the potential to build up in the environment, detrimental effects finding their way back to these outdoorsy types—really all and any consumer since it’s hard to find a new piece of clothing without such enhancements, like trying to find a telephone without a camera or a light bulb or a Quittung that is not a poisoned dart. The argument Greenpeace offered was a rather reasoned one: considering that some adventurers and professionals really do need to keep warm and dry even in the most violent weather, governments should not be harnessed with the responsibility of fully detoxing our jackets but consumers should instead take on the social conscience of asking retailers what went into making this or that coat and what traces are left behind and make a choice, since we all don’t need to be fully buffered from the elements at all times. Besides, so girded, one usually just stays dry for the first volley or so and a sustained downpour usually leaves everyone drenched.

we won't be pwn'd again

Via the ever splendiferous watchers at Boing Boing, Electronic Frontier Foundation reports on what struck me as a new tact on the part of the entertainment industry and intellectual property chieftains but is just I suppose the latest assault in the bullying-desperate attempts to alienate ownership, entrepreneurship and fair-use. Essentially, an international textbook publishing house has placed an injunction against a student from selling his used learning materials, because, they argue, the content was manufactured, compiled overseas and therefore not subject to the legal principle of first sale, a doctrine that makes venues like eBay and flea-markets and charitable giving possible because one is selling one’s ownership of the thing and not the copyrighted content of it. The US Supreme Court is scheduled to hear arguments, for what seems like a sophisticated and possibly pervasive loophole, since there’s little that is created without non-domestic contributions, and is expected to strike the publisher’s case down as clawing.

For companies to be able to dictate what can be resold or given away after they’ve made their initial profit seems absurd and specious, if not blatant overstepping.  Industry, however, has been codifying and campaigning against the idea of right to property or some time, through various avenues and with unbalanced successes, attempting to extend the lifetime of copyrights and franchises and introducing a little estranging thing called an end-users’ licensing agreement (EULA), which is not a bill-of-sale but rather a permit to use and enjoy their goods and services within strictly defined parameters. While I do not think that the American high-court would open up a legal framework to criminalize garage sales and that there’s no way to argue stealing and counterfeiting out of piracy, there is a creeping and seemingly relentless offensive in favour of large-holders that is in the interest of everyone watching carefully.

in season: butternut-salmon lasagna

There was a bit of confusion, mincing terms, when it came to identifying a Butternut squash (Birnenkürbis, “pear-squash”) distinct from a pumpkin (Kürbis) and the gourds (Winterkürbis) and the weirder varieties of bumpy and pie-faced squashes used to decorate stoops and storefronts for Autumn. Kürbisse are more generic (and diverse) than I thought, referring to any member of the Cucurbita family, native to Central America and separate from their European analogues of beets and turnips, including zucchinis and cucumbers, but once that was cleared up, we were ready to try something new.
For this dish to serve 3 to 4, one will need:

• A medium casserole dish
• A large Butternut squash, enough to get 1½ pounds from (600 – 750 grams), minus the skin and seeds (a slender squash, as compared to a dumpy one with wider squash hips tends to have less seeds) 
• A bit of butter, flour (about 4 tablespoons each) and salt and pepper and fresh dill (chopped) and nutmeg (Muskat) for seasoning
• 1 cup (250 ml) of cream
• 2 cups (500 ml) of vegetable stock or bullion 
• A 9 oz (250 g) package of smoked salmon (fresh or from the refrigerated section)
• About 7 oz (200 g) of grated cheese (gouda or mozzarella) 
• A 4 oz (about 100 g) package of lasagna pasta 
• A large onion

Begin by shelling the squash and removing the seeds, and then slice the squash into small cubes and set aside.

Pre-heat the oven to 400° F (200°C). Peel and dice up the onion, frying it in a large pan until glassy in some butter over medium heat. Add a few pinches of flour to the pan (about a tablespoon in all) then pour in the broth and the cream, reducing the heat, and add the graded cheese, seasonings and garnish with the bundle of dill. Mix and leave on low heat for around five minutes. Take the uncooked lasagna noodles and arrange in layers in a casserole dish (grease with a bit of butter) apportioning slices of the salmon, squash and a dousing of the sauce, three layers deep. Pour the remaining sauce over the top, spinkling a bit more cheese over it, and allow to bake for about 45 minutes. Enjoy with a fine Moscato white wine.

trick or treat, money or eats

in sextus novembris

Reflecting on the upcoming and rather secularized celebrations of Guy Fawkes Night, commemorating the foiled Gunpowder Plot of the Fifth of November where the triggerman Guy Fawkes is burned in effigy, it is curious how in some four centuries of historical memory documenting revelry, sentiment and celebration, we witness perhaps the process of transposition and myth-making. The many hypotheses regarding Christianity supplanting pagan feasts with their own holidays in order to ease the tradition, like All Saints’ Day and Halloween for Nordic and Celtic Samhain or Christmas for Roman Saturnalia, cannot be tested and accounts are only implicit and worked backwards.

From the evolution of children making and parading straw men (guys—the word entered the English language because of Guy Fawkes) to burn, the excuses for partying, the waxing and waning of traditions to the modern day trappings and personae of anonymity and disestablish- mentarianism. A roundly reviled character has been elevated and romanced as a folk-hero, but as a charitable abstract of their original motives, to return the monarchy to a Catholic throne and stop the persecution and punitive taxation of recalcitrant Catholics. Such movements, I think, would not like to swap one dominating authority for another, nor order for chaos neither. The celebratory mood may have been co-opted or evolved convergent with the close lying customs of Halloween and poses a strange puzzle to unravel, despite being faithfully recorded. This year there is quite a bit of healthy competition, with the election, as to what day might be the scariest. The choice of symbols is often a bit ironic, I think, like the Alamo where the Texan freedom fighters lost and their ranks decimated or the sign of the Cross. This year, on the eve of the presidential elections of the United States, there are some vague and unclaimed threats to kidnap and ransom the executive and legislative branches until the government is returned to the people. I only fear that the plotters’ ambitions will be forgot and the aftermath celebrated as another reason to brag and to continue girding ourselves against all threats--real, imagined and opportunely rebuffed.

ölkur oder open sesame

Since sharing my crooked smileand knowing that others have scrolled past it, I have become more aware of what I can do to improve my dental state—or at least feel better about it whether any measurable change happens. Let me preface what might turn out to be a cautionary tale with medical professionals are much better suited to dispense sound advice than any non-sequitir blog sought out or found at random on the internet and one should seek consultation before trying to stave anything off with home-remedies that could become a serious and costly problem. With due warning, I took to heart my aggressive tooth-brushing habits and wondered if my gums weren’t receding. I was not exactly sure, since as with the dulling of the enamel, it’s a gradual process to look long-in-the-tooth. Aside from smoking and genetic-predisposition, however, brushing too hard is the top culprit for gum damage.

I researched a bit to become more conscientious about being gentler yet effective and kept running across the term “oil pulling,” which sounded likewise aggressive or complicated so I didn’t investigate at first. In German, it’s called Ölsaugen or Ölkur and is a technique based on the hygiene practices of Ayurveda and only calls for an undemanding and passive regiment of swishing a spoonful of vegetable oil around one’s mouth. There is some commitment that can’t be shorted: the session ought to last between fifteen and twenty minutes (that basic level of dedication to any task, I think, would make a difference) and preferably should be performed in the morning, after brushing (maybe reverse the order from time to time or see which way works better for you) but before breakfast and coffee and swishing, channelling and pulling the oil over and through one’s teeth in a purposeful way. The choice of cooking oil should be circumspect as well—maybe not Wesson but any quality oil will do. Many practitioners use a cold-pressed sesame oil or sunflower oil, which probably are also beneficial due to their high vitamin E content—I chose thistle oil (Distelöl), half recalling another recommendation from Ayurveda that one’s diet ought to be native to where one was born and plain old corn oil did not seem to be advisable. Some use coconut oil, too, but that seems a little exotic for me. The idea is that the swishing and churning action “pulls” toxins from one’s mouth and they are absorbed into the oil, spit out afterwards, since it’s full of poisons. I guess it is the exercise, rather than the details, that’s important and though I was a bit sceptical and reasoned that I could not make any judgments on the effectiveness until at least two weeks of keeping up the routine, after the first few times trying it, I was really impressed with how clean my mouth felt, like it had been to a mouth-spa, a bit sore in a good way from the motion and detoxed, not jarringly but in a way hard to describe, like a feeling of curious disorientation. At minimum, oil pulling is supposed to be good for overall dental health, whiter teeth, stronger gums and fresher breath. There is only a paucity of scientific evidence or study, but on balance, there sure are a lot of positive testimonials, and I think I will see for myself if this simple routine helps.

gestalt

Campaigning sets off a dissonance that I think goes hidden, unexamined too quickly for both the presenter and for the audience. It is not the art of oration, in my opinion, to suggest and convince segments of the public that what they want to hear untangles half-truths and heated promises, nor does anything more than mask the compromise and confusion. Though we’d like to look away and turn inwards, sometimes it is necessary to try to reconcile what does not quite correspond with reality.