Tuesday, August 26, 2008

2. Processed Cheese

Industry and technology have bestowed upon humankind countless wonders and conveniences. Blessed be the names of those responsible, for instance, for the pocket calculator! The concept of the cell phone boggles my mind to no end - that someone standing thousands of miles away, nearly anywhere on the planet, can punch a series of buttons on a small plastic device, causing my device - regardless of my location mind you - to ring so we can carry on a real-time conversation is amazing beyond words to describe. The time, study, collaboration, engineering and dedication that had to go into making the idea a reality is truly humbling, and a testament to human ingenuity.

Some products of industrial advancement, however, are rather less awe-inspiring and have detracted from the richness and romance of times gone past. A desk, say, manufactured from MDF, or Medium-Density Fiberboard is somewhat less impressive and commanding of respect than one painstakingly crafted from solid oak (though, granted, likely also much less costly). Likewise, a rack of baby-back ribs, nicely smoked and slathered with a good sauce approaches the divine, but the vaguely rib-shaped meatlet that the McFoodChain stuffs in a bun is somewhat less tempting.

My argument, just so you understand, is not against the ideals of thrift and/or efficiency - I think it's great that a student can go into a Wal-Mart and procure a sturdy desk for school for less than $100 and grab a McRib on the way out. My problem is that these products PRETEND (and do it so poorly) to be something they're so obviously not. Surely their purveyors don't think consumers THAT stupid (or maybe they do... and maybe some are...). More likely, their statement seems to be - "here's a little hint to tell you what this product SHOULD look like if it were the real thing..." It seems incredibly ridiculous to me that a manufacturer would take a picture of real wood, transfer it to a laminate, then glue it onto pressure board.

Of course, the most grievous offender of the bunch is what devious but ingenious marketers have appallingly named American cheese, to the shame of us all, but SHOULD be called something like: "foul, disgusting paste not fit for human consumption" (though I admit they probably wouldn't sell as much of it). Just thinking about the stuff makes me squirm and cringe - the floppy, plasticky, palidly glossy little squares in a shade of yellow unknown to nature, un-lovingly packaged as individual slices - no more made of cheese than I am. Maybe it would be better if they used a completely different color of dye - blue or purple or something else that would announce loud and clear "I AM NOT CHEESE!!"

Alas, I seem to be almost alone in my crusade against the vile glop so it's probably not going anywhere anytime soon. And hey, it does make pretty good fish bait...

Friday, August 22, 2008

1. Spiders

Anyone who knows me could have seen this one coming as the inaugural post. More than anything in the world - except maybe centipedes but they're really just elongated arachnids right? - spiders FREAK me out! I have no problem with snakes, rats, you name it, but put a latrodectus mactans in front of me and I'm standing on a chair screaming like a little girl. Spiders just aren't natural - the way they walk upside down and look at you through their creepy little compound eyes. People try to make the argument that they eat other bothersome insects, that they're a key part of the delicate ecological balance, blah-bedy blah blah... it's all propoganda, spread by the evil hoards of satan! (Actually, that designation could just as easily describe the spiders themselves...)

What's a little bit strange is that bigger doesn't necessarily = worse... at least for me. Tarantulas are actually probably my favorite spiders (it's not as if I'm going to run out and buy one as a pet though). Their bulk and the hair makes them seem almost like little mutant mice or something, not exactly pleasant but certainly preferable to their smaller, spinier cousins that can hide in the folds of your sheets and...

...excuse me, I just had to step away for a moment to jump around hysterically and make high-pitched noises...

And in case you didn't agree with me that spiders are the evil-est, ugliest, freakiest and most horrible creations ever to disgrace the face of this lovely planet, I offer a little photographic persuasion.

Until next time...