And now, it's that time again where I get all Unabomber/conspiracy theorist/back-to-nature/luddite/hippie on you while making complete sense, at least in my own mind.
So, awesome new Austinite Amy V Cooper forwarded me an article called Microwave Ovens: the Curse of Convenience. In my health-nutty mind, I knew that microwaves were No Damn Good and too much of them surely equaled cancer, like so many technologies seem to, but I didn't have any science to back that up. Admittedly I still don't, since I skimmed the sciencey parts of this article, but it was enough to have me swearing off the microwave for good. I've only been using the micro for heating up leftovers and the occasional thaw-out, but it looks like the old toaster oven's going to get more use now.
After the jump, I will beautifully dovetail this topic with a man I saw yesterday who I'd like to call Crazy Mc Crazerson.
A point in that article that resonated was (to paraphrase): Why do we need to go so fast? Why skip over the pleasure of preparing real food, smelling the smells of food really cooking, having food taste better, and oh, I don't know, having food be less cancery? Which brings us to Crazy Mc Crazerson here. I was walking at the track, as I now have to do like a common gerbil in a wheel since my part of town is not so pedestrian-friendly, and this guy comes onto the track with a regular stroller, and he starts running with the stroller. Here he is in a calmer moment. He totally saw me taking this photo, by the way.
Crazy Mc C must have thought his running time a fine opportunity to multitask and put in a little quality time with the kiddo. I assume this is already a thing in urban areas, since I'm peripherally aware of the existence of the "jogging stroller." (It's set up like a tricycle.) Let me just state not just as someone who hates running, but as an advocate for humankind, that anyone who runs with their baby in a stroller should probably not have reproduced.
Here's the part where I tie it all together like the master craftswoman I am.
I'm no expert on child development, but it seems to me that babies don't need to be jogged. In fact, I'd say they need the opposite. They need calm and quiet, and they need for their little eyes to learn to focus on things and understand their surroundings and comprehend the connection of what they see as the objects they feel, not to mention that whole figuring out "self" and "mommy" and "daddy" and/or "other mommy" or "two daddies" or whatever. You know, all the things they don't yet know because babies are dumb. And toddlers in strollers might know a bit more, but same idea. But if you think the world should be blurring past them as they have a sweaty action-packed afternoon of extreme workout, by all means go for it, then give them one of those classic Fisher-Price baby toys that now comes with all the extraneous beeps and boops and flashing lights and music. And then good luck figuring out why the kid has ADD in ten years.
We don't need cooking or babies to go this fast, and too fast can actually hurt. And speaking of too much convenience, as Amy put it, "I was telling a friend of mine about how at these huge grocery stores in Texas you can get all your freakin veggies any way you want them, like have you seen those vacuum packed avocados already peeled? They also sell carrots and potatoes any which way, sliced diced, cubed, 'matchstick'. There is more plastic in the veggie isle than vitamin C!"
And more Styrofoam, too, I'll bet.
This is where I have lost focus and sign off saying that hopefully we won't all die and murder the planet from all this convenience. Dying isn't very convenient.