Friday, October 30, 2009

Oh Natalie


"Factory farming of animals will be one of the things we look back on as a relic of a less-evolved age." - Natalie Portman

Perhaps so, but I also believe that vegetarianism will be seen as an inadequate and perfunctory response to factory farming, one that does not account for the fact that if there is no economic incentive to produce meat from well-raised animals - which are vital to healthy farms - we will never extricate us from the blight of industrial agriculture. In other words, someone needs to want to eat the meat, milk, and/or eggs of those humanely raised and slaughtered, pastured animals for farmers to continue to raise them, otherwise it will always be more economical for them to use artificial fertilizers and industrial farming practices. Eating the right meat can be a more active step in healing the planet than not eating meat at all. The factory farming of plants is A) a huge part of why the meat industry is harmful and B) as harmful as the meat industry itself. Just my humble fucking opinion.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Steaks at Stake


Peoples, when cooking your average steak or pork chop, please get your pan very hot, then sear your meat for just a few minutes on each side (I would say like 2 to 3 minutes for beef and 3 to 4 minutes for pork - beef can be very rare and bloody and pork should have some slight pink in the middle). Don't fuss with it once you put it in the pan except to flip it (use tongs, not a fork!). Leave it the fuck alone — if it sticks, don't worry, it will automatically release from the pan when it's properly caramelized. After you get a good, rusty brown sear on both sides with some spots turning black (you can only do this without overcooking the inside if you cook over high heat), remove it from the flame and let it rest for at about 5 minutes. If someone asks for well-done, politely tell them to fuck off.

Herbs and spices should be rubbed or marinaded into the meat before cooking and/or sprinkled on after. You can/should be quite generous with salt before cooking the meat. Don't add shit when it's cooking, certainly not vegetables or anything else that needs to cook because you'll A) compromise the Maillard reaction (the caramelization of protein) and B) your steak will be done before the other ingredients. If you are trying to do like a mushroom or pepper-and-onion type of topping for the meat, cook them in the pan after you've removed the steak. You can also deglaze the pan with wine, citrus juice, or stock and make a nice sauce (hint: add a knob of butter and emulsify that shit). Keep in mind with sauces and liquid though that the best part of steaks and chops is the crusty caramelization, so you don't want to drown the meat.

I've witnessed too many people tepidly heat pans before timidly placing meat into them, only to flip the meat over and over, not giving it a chance to cook and then adding in all kinds of other shit while it's in the pan. The results are invariably tough, flavorless, and gray.

Don't be afraid of heat, that's what cooks your damn food. Turn your flames the fuck up, man. Even if you're braising or stewing your meat, it's important to first sear it if you want your final dish to have that great meaty flavor. An animal fucking died for your meal, make sure you honor it by making it taste delicious.

Happy World Vegetarian Month.


Sear Bliss - Forsaken Symphony



Year: 2002
Genre: Atmospheric Black Metal

Tracklist:
1. Last Stand
2. My Journey To The Stars
3. She Will Return
4. The Vanishing
5. The Forsaken
6. When Death Comes
7. Eternal Battlefields
8. Enthralling Mystery
9. The Hour Of Burning

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Saturday, September 26, 2009

Adaptation



I really don't get fear of terrorism, or even fear of nuclear war for that matter. In my mind, there's not much you can do to protect yourself from either other than hole up in a bunker somewhere, so why worry? Same thing with global warming. Whether or not it's our fault, it's happening, and there's little we can do to slow it, let alone stop or reverse it. I think using reusable bags at the store, driving more efficient vehicles, and reducing energy usage are all great things to do, but I don't think they will make much of a dent in the damage we've already done and continue to do. I think joining CSAs and buying recyclable toothbrushes are fine and dandy, but even Americans that do things like this are consuming and wasting many times more resources than the average person living in a shanty town in Bangalore or in the remote mountains of Afghanistan. Until we question why we even need to buy toothbrushes to begin with, I don't think we're doing much to help the world. "Eco-friendly" has just become another empty marketing term. Just like people on diets will go for the low-fat cookies rather than eliminating cookies all together, people are buying shit with pictures of the earth on the packaging rather than simply buying less. People don't fundamentally change their habits until they have to.

That's why I don't sweat it. It's sad to see what we're doing to the environment, but in the end, the earth will still be here. We may be going through a great extinction, (which may not even be entirely our fault) but in a few millennia life will flourish again with or without us. The earth will have billions of years to adapt. It's been here and will continue to be here. We, on the other hand, may only have a few decades. That's why I think it's a waste to simply cower in fear. I think the hysteria surrounding climate change is really part of the same mechanism that our leaders use to keep us confused and impressionable. Rather than saying "climate change is happening, you're going to have to adapt whether you like it or not," they frame it as "stop global warming!" The command is so vague and impossible to fulfill that it diverts our energies and helps sell policies and products with the word "green" in them. It keeps us mired in pointless arguments like whether or not global warming is even real. Who cares if it's real or if it's our fault, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that our population can't continue to expand at exponential rates without something happening to the planet. I'm not trying to sound bleak, and in fact I am in a pretty optimistic state of mind right now. I'm just saying that it's all happening and we can't stop it. It's arrogant to think we can. The best we can do is adapt. Forget about recyclable toothbrushes, at some point in the future, toothbrushes will be a rare luxury. Forget about eating locally, pretty soon we won't have a choice. Self-reliance is the best we can strive for. It's nice that making your own soap or conserving water is good for the environment, but pretty soon, you'll have no other choice, no matter what our governments finally decide to do. We might as well learn as many skills now while it's still fun.

Here's one of the best albums I've heard lately. Listen to it while mulling over what I've just said.



Genre: Funeral black metal

1. Pyre Without Flames 07:29
2. Embrace A Green Distress 01:34
3. The Banks Of The Shadow's River 04:36
4. The Fall Of Everything 01:43
5. I Hate The Human Race (Grief cover) 03:38
6. Silence Is Weapon 04:12
7. Black Is Not A Colour 06:13
8. River And Fog 01:04
9. Unchained 11:57

Total playing time 42:26

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Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Feeding the Slaves


Ok, I haven't been updating this shit. Facebook sort of sucks out most of my blogging impulses. However, I am at risk of offending a lot of my close friends with the following statements about bread, vegetarianism, and food ethics, so I'll post my brain here where people don't have to read it if they don't want to.

People think bread is simple. It's not. It has been with us for at most 10% of our existence as a species. It cannot grow in the wild and requires a lot of technology and intense agriculture. It enabled civilization - it provided maximum calories per acre of land, allowing people to live long enough to be slaves and breed more slaves without allowing them to be healthy enough to live up to their evolutionary potential. Grain enabled overpopulation. Jared Diamond (author of Guns, Germs, and Steel) wrote an essay about how agriculture was man's worst mistake which addresses this. Also, the cultivation of grain (not to mention all other commodity crops) absolutely ravages ecosystems and destroys habitats for countless species.

Vegetarianism is a response to an intensely industrialized food chain. I understand why people choose to become vegetarian, and I respect their personal choices. However, I'm not convinced that eating meat in general is more cruel than eating industrial wheat, corn, or soy. To me, whether or not you eat a pork chop, a slice of bread, or tofu, you're usually partaking of the same industrialized agricultural system. Don't think you're off the hook because you eat Earth Balance - one of the main ingredients is palm oil, the cultivation of which is devastating rainforests in Borneo and around the world. Someone told me Boeing has come out with a line of soy milk, and while I can't verify that, it would make sense since they are part of the military-industrial complex from whence industrial fertilizers and pesticides come. Agribusiness doesn't care if you eat meat or not, it just wants you to consume as much commodity crop as possible. Whether you get it in the form of a steak, breakfast cereal, ketchup, or a seitan patty, whether it's whole wheat, corn syrup, soy protein, or beer doesn't matter to them, as long as you consume it in some form. According to one recent poll, half of people in the UK are trying to avoid meat. The food industry isn't stupid and it's listening - it's just going to get us to eat their products in other ways. I guarantee you if half of us stop eating meat, heart disease, obesity, and diabetes rates will not change, nor will overall health.

Given that Morningstar veggie burgers are as eco-friendly as a chicken leg, why not eat the thing that's closer to what we have evolved to eat, or at least closer to what we might imagine we could hunt or gather in the woods? What if eating a shit-ton of soy and wheat is the very cause of many of the "diseases of affluence" - diabetes, heart disease, cancer, etc? What if it is simply just not good for you? When you hit middle age and you start developing those diseases, you'll tax the healthcare system and drain a fuckload of resources, natural and otherwise. Indeed, according to Gary Taubes' book, Good Calories, Bad Calories, as the percentage of meat and saturated fat in our diet has decreased in the US, heart disease and obesity rates have gone up.

Conventional nutritional advice is bogus and designed to benefit the corporate farmers and the pharmaceutical industry. They have made us terrified of fat, carbs, calories, and pretty much every natural component of food to sell us statins and factory foods. We take lipitor as a matter of course and we eat fake butter and low-carb cookies. We've forgotten what real food is and we're scared, and that's exactly where the food industry wants us. Just as fear of terrorism keeps us docile and impressionable, so does fear and confusion over what we eat.

As we're relearning slowly, fat is necessary for good health - many nutrients are only fat soluble. Cholesterol and saturated fat are natural components of meat and dairy. Coconuts, nuts, and avocado are also high in saturated fat. Why then did societies that ate large amounts of such food not become morbidly obese? Lard and butter were the primary fats used for cooking for centuries, yet it didn't make everyone fat. Furthermore, there has never been any proven connection between blood cholesterol and heart disease, let alone dietary cholesterol and blood cholesterol. Your body manufactures cholesterol whether or not you eat it.

Many still would argue that the higher in the food chain an organism is, the higher the concentration of pollutants in its tissue. But chard, spinach, strawberries, and many other plants absorb high levels of lead and other contaminants from the soil without filtering it in any way. If you eat these vegetables from contaminated land, you are directly ingesting the contaminants. As for bacteria, we've seen that spinach and peanut butter and green onions are as likely to be contaminated with salmonella as chicken.

Vegetarianism also doesn't make evolutionary sense. Even other great apes eat small birds, rodents, and insects, and they HAVE functional appendixes and large, muscular mandibles to chew and digest tough, raw vegetable matter. It's no accident that we had to invent cooking to be able to access most nutrients in plants (did you know that the oxalic acid in raw greens like spinach, chard, and beet greens is mildly toxic and prevents you from absorbing nutrients from other food? Did you know that nightshades like potatoes are also mildly toxic before cooking?). The most commonly accepted theory of our evolution now suggests that we became bipedal because our jungle habitats gave way to open savanna, where I can't imagine it was easy to find enough vegetation or fruits to sustain us without supplementing with meat. It's no accident that India is the only civilization that has an old vegetarian tradition, and they compensate with a lot of dairy, legumes, and saturated fat from coconut and ghee.

Additionally, plants have been shown to be capable of fear, pain, and even empathy, so why do we think killing them is more ethical than killing animals? Do predators consider their prey's comfort level before the kill? Also, why do some vegetarians occasionally eat fish? Do fish suffer less than chickens, which suffer less than cows? How is mercury-laden fish from polluted waters healthier than a well-raised pork chop? Are we really judging the moral purity of meat based on how white it is? If you're a vegetarian for environmental reasons but you occasionally need some animal protein besides eggs, wouldn't it make more sense to have some lamb or goat or rabbit or even *gasp* cow from a local farm? After all, fishing is one of the most environmentally devastating industries, and unless you're fishing your own fish or buying it from someone you know is harvesting it sustainably, you're inflicting as much damage as you would eating any other meat, perhaps even more considering how far many of us are from the ocean.

People often have the misconception that a proponents of meat like me only see animals as commodities to be exploited. They think that, like in the cartoons, I look at a cow and see a steak. They think that I don't care about the welfare of the animal and they think I'm just a libertarian hedonist only concerned with my own selfish right to consume whatever I want at the expense of those around me. Nothing can be further from the truth. I just think that a truly biodynamic and sustainable farming culture must include animals. Animals keep invasive species at bay, fertilize fields, and even help with labor, not to mention the fact that they provide companionship. Farms without animals are sad places. Keeping animals as part of our food system ensures biodiversity and healthy albeit human-managed ecosystems. If we keep animals around, we are going to have to manage their numbers and breeding, which in turn will necessitate the culling of their herds. If we are willing to do that, why not use their bodies for food so that they don't go to waste? Interest in bison meat has brought the animal back from extinction. Interest in heritage breeds of cows and pigs have also brought them back from extinction. I think it makes sense to have an economic incentive to keeping animals around i.e. if we raise them, we should sell their meat in order to keep it economically viable. I'm not a radical anarchist crust punk who thinks that we should all go off the grid and destroy capitalism. But even if I were, I would still insist that we have animals on our commune, and I would for sure use them for food be it eggs, milk, or meat. I owe it to nature to respect my own evolution.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Fuck New York


My friends are sick of me saying this, but I'm done with New York. It's a stupid, over-hyped city that's way too expensive and has decreasingly interesting culture. It's not the only place with immigrants and good street food anymore. It's not the only place with cool bands and great art. In fact, because it's so difficult to live there, most artists who are interested in actually being artists are fleeing to smaller, cheaper cities. I'm from NY. Don't get me wrong, I used to be in love with the place. But I was young, and it's the first city in which I formed important memories. Now that I'm older, I'm more interested in making my own food, making my own art, making new memories, and making my own life — endeavors which are very difficult in a city that forces you to hemorrhage money, even as you keep full-time, soul-deadening jobs. Now that I have escaped, I no longer consider capitalism the default system for living. A rollicking fun night does not necessarily entail dropping wads of cash at overpriced bars and restaurants — they usually involve bonfires, communal meals, free or exceedingly cheap shows, and impromptu art making. A wonderful day may involve going to a free swimming hole out in the county. I can't imagine needing anything more.

I really think New Yorkers suffer from lack on imagination. They are so self-satisfied, and so brainwashed into believing they live in the center of the universe, that they can't imagine any other place being as interesting or conducive to a wonderful, full, vibrant life. Even within five boroughs, people become complacent in the places where they live. Manhattanites rarely venture into Brooklyn past the Bedford L stop, and Brooklynites consider themselves to be more avant-garde than anyone else. Meanwhile, people in Brooklyn and Manhattan scoff at Queens, considering it to be a backwater borough only barely more evolved than Staten Island, a part of the city that might as well be a leper colony. The Bronx is only where bleeding-heart Americore workers trek an hour and a half to from their digs in Clinton Hill in order to feel like they're helping black people. But no matter where they live, New Yorkers attach value to where they choose to pay retardedly high rents based on what they can consume passively i.e. bars, restaurants, venues, pretty people, etc. No one bases where they would like to live on how easily the location makes it for them to create their own community, their own culture, their own independent lives. New Yorkers are so worried about what's cool and what's "cutting edge" that they play it safe and never truly innovate. This is why there are only a handful of bands, all associated with each other, that are making good metal in NYC — even as metal enjoyed a resurgence in popularity across the country in the past few years, the only place until very recently where New York metalheads could see good shows was BB King's. New Yorkers still couldn't shake the stereotype that metal was for redneck people from New Jersey, a state that incidentally has been producing great metal for well over a decade now (Krieg, Ossein, Open Grave...).

In conclusion, New York is played out. There's no reason to live there unless you're A) going to school B) actually have an amazing job or C) a soulless bastard only interested in looking cool without actually having substance to back it up.

Friday, May 29, 2009

This Generation's Cold Lake



Ok, case in point: the most recent Cryptopsy album, The Unspoken King. I know it's a bit late to comment on it, since it came out last year, but it's a perfect example of how extreme riffage and technical proficiency do not a great metal album make. In fact, in this case, it's our generation's Cold Lake, which Celtic Frost almost immediately understood was one of the worst metal albums ever recorded (and by the way, some of Celtic Frost's most renowned output was also their least technical). Cryptopsy perhaps felt too confined by traditional death metal, which is completely understandable, but their way changing things up was to reach for the most convenient, "modern" trends they copped from younger bands — screamo vocals, deathcore breakdowns, and a female "keyboardist" who really doesn't do much more than stand there and look pretty.

A lot of other bands have been expanding our ideas of metal — Yakuza, Jazzkammer, Gojira, Portal, Meshuggah, and (like them or not) Mastodon — and others that just take the genre to satisfying extremes like Fleshgod Apocalypse or Necrophagist. The band that inspired Cryptopsy to begin with, Suffocation, expanded upon the genre by injecting full-on jazz riffs, palm muting, and crazy time-signature changes into their brutality, which now are standard elements of genre. Cryptopsy took the sound pioneered by the NYC band and made it faster and more cacophonous, with different elements seeming to cascade over each other in an avalanche of sound. Cryptopsy were great because they were at once impossibly technical and precise yet impulsive and sloppy, like some genetic abomination using its mismatched limbs to pummel its creators to death.

Cryptopsy secured their place in death metal history a long time ago, yet the band has always seemed to be insecure about their sound, wavering between Lord Worm and Mike DiSalvo — one vocalist was too theatrical, the other too macho — and the albums reflected at times a desire to cop a tough-guy stance, at others an impulse to stay evil and scary. Once Was Not, the last album before their inexplicable foray into deathcore, was not their best, but it had hints of the kind of experimentation that was always a hallmark of the band — "The Pestilence That Walketh In Darkness" shifts back and forth from lumbering, mid-tempo passages with spoken words by Lord Worm to more straight-forward death metal sections. The song does not shred, and its arch is slow and methodical, building up, then receding, so that its impact is more atmospheric that straight-on brutal. There are only two or three parts where you want to headbang, and there's even a moment when Alex Auburn plays clean, undistorted chords. It was strange, innovative, maybe a bit awkward, but it showed some potential for a future record. Instead, the band abandoned ship. One of the most unique bands out there could never fully trust their own uniqueness, and with this last record, they finally gave in to the urge to conform to the trends of the time.

Again, my point is that just because it's difficult to play, doesn't mean it's good. I would venture to say that The Unspoken King is Cryptopsy's most technical album, faster and more precise than anything they ever did. But it's also the most soulless, embarrassing, plastic piece of shit they've ever made. Sentiment and presentation are above all else key to good music of any genre. It doesn't matter how perfect each note is or how acrobatic your drumming is, if you don't actually believe in the music you're making, you're going to suck balls. Remember Cold Lake.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

I'm Back. For Now.


Hello again, humans. I apologize for my absence. I have been roaming around this continent you call "North America." I also sojourned briefly in Italy, where I consumed wild boar, octopi, and rabbit. I stayed in ancient, walled cities, and bathed in waters that once flowed red with blood as the ancients birthed your so-called Western Civilization. I am compelled to dispatch again, seeing as two years after the fact, my "Death to False Metal" post is still receiving comments. Apparently I struck a nerve.

I am yet more convinced that people who listen to music for complicated, showy riffs and musical proficiency are merely lost children of the modern age. They forget that almost all folk traditions began with hollowed-out gourds and cat guts, pieces of wood and deer hides. Music, before it could be recorded, was played by professionals and amateurs alike, and most often, people never listened to music unless they played it themselves. Music, particularly folk music, was by definition easy to learn and remember. Anyone could play or sing it.

People who value technicality in music above all else have no patience for old-time country or Malian blues. They dismiss punk as an anomalous and shameful blip in rock history. These empathically challenged dim-wits cannot understand music unless it is mathematically presented — if it is complicated and hard, they deem it good. If it is simple and easy to play, they deem it bad. They overlook the nuances of the music and the real expression and intent behind it. These same idiots are the modern equivalent of people who deride abstract art for not being representational.

I reiterate this again because recently, through some trying times (my failed attempt at homo sapien courtship), metal has yet again provided comfort and solace. I found catharsis through bands like Ulver, Belphegor, Cryptopsy, Slayer, Evoken, and Root not because they are loud and articulate my anger and frustration, but because they deal with themes larger than the individual. They provide an escape hatch from the day-to-day pains and annoyances. They focus on rather religious, epic, and classical themes. Metal, in fact, is spiritual music.

If you have seen Sam Dunn's film Global Metal, the sequel to his 2005 film, Metal: A Headbanger's Journey
, you may have some understanding of how I feel about heavy metal. The closing portion of the film documents Iron Maiden's performance in Bangalore, the first major metal show in India. The tens of thousands of fans in the audience, many of whom were life-long metalheads, had never seen any live metal before, and they were euphoric as they finally got the chance to sing along with Bruce Dickenson. That joy, that sense of connection and community and understanding, is what appeals to me in metal, and it's what, for me, defines the genre, despite its dark and "evil" aesthetic. I've been listening to metal for almost 20 years now, and I can remember maybe a handful of solos. Slayer is probably the only band that plays riffs that stick in my head, even though they are simpler and easier to play than most Necrophagist riffs. What makes the biggest impression on me in metal is the drama and the stories, and how much they take me out of myself. Listen to a Candlemass song and you're not focused on the riffage, as proficient as it is — you're listening for the ache and hatred and mournfulness of Massiah's voice. The guitars are characters themselves, making sad, down-tuned wails. They're not pieces of fancy equipment played by people who've spent too much time at Guitar Center, the place where all those riff-centric motherfuckers should just stay.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Viva ME!







Greetings humans. I have been absent, I know, but somewhere out there, I am still lurking. Someone thought it would be a great idea to put my face on a t-shirt that they want sexy girls to wear. I assume this person still has a job, which baffles me. If you would like to cover your nipples with my face and you have an extra $16, then be my guest.

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