Yuk. [School Dinners]

Growing up in New Zealand, I never really understood school dinners. Food came from home; everyone packed a lunch. Not the case over here, where the majority of kids in primary and secondary schools trudge into the canteen each day for their meal.
The meals are crap.
There’s been a series on the telly, Jamie Oliver’s School Dinners. I believe Mr Oliver’s fame has spread far and wide. What respect I lost for him for adding Heinz Baked Beans to his swank restaurant’s menu in return for a secret payoff (which, in fairness, was used to subsidise the training of new chefs) he’s regained and then some with this series, which is all on his own initiative. He’s clearly appalled at the state of school dinners, and passionate about changing them. Sample Jamie: “Lets be honesty here, my kids aren’t going to a state school, are they? I’m not sending them to a state school. But there’s a lot of kids that don’t have that.” The show also spends a lot of time showing him looking pale and sad as he realises just how poor children’s nutrition has become.
I often tell of how, on my second day in the UK, I thought I’d buy a sandwich from a supermarket for lunch. The average sandwich cost 2.50 or so. A packet of crisps and a chocolate bar, on the other hand, cost a cool 70p. I was stunned. No wonder people here have problems with nutrition. It is hard to find food that isn’t full of crap – and when you do find it, you are made to pay for the privilege.

I believe the single most important change in the lifestyle of members of Western society in the last few decades is our food. It has changed, massively. The amount of garbage and strange chemicals and processed fats and sugers eaten by your average person today must dwarf the equivalent twenty years ago, let alone forty years ago.

Nutrition has a direct impact on our experience of life. This is no secret, but the extent of this effect can be startling. Look at Morgan Spurlock’s Super Size Me experience, and that of the family on Jamie’s show who cut out junky food for a week – massive changes in well-being in both cases, happening with surprising quickness.

Poor nutrition leads (apart from stunted physical development) to an inability to concentrate, a lack of focus, peaks and troughs in energy, depression, and all the fallout that comes from these things. These are exactly the problems we point to in youth.

We know they are undernourished; we know they are restless; we know one leads to the other – but there is a terrible reluctance to draw that simple line of causality. Misbehaving and underachieving young people are treated with anti-social behaviour orders and prozac or ritalin. We are medicating and criminalising people for the effects of their poor nutrition.

Another documentary fairly recently featured a Tory MP going to live on the dole for a week, to experience life on that incredibly tight budget. The scariest thing to him, and to me, was the amount of medication in use in the society. The vast majority of adults and children were on some behaviour-management medication like ritalin or prozac. The prevalence of these drugs was incredible – “everyone I know has a prescription”, one of the mothers said.

This isn’t a co-incidence.

Props to Jamie for trying to do something about, harnessing kid’s interest and showing them that simple, good food can be a pleasure to eat. Now, his changes aren’t sustainable as-is – novelty wears off fast for kids, and most weeks there won’t be a TV celebrity dancing around in a corn costume exhorting them to eat healthy food. They’ll want the quick fix of junk food soon enough. Older children than primary age are an exponentially tougher sell – the preview for next weeks episode showed some pupils staging an anti-Jamie demonstration. But for all these limitations it’s a start, it’s a demonstration of the viability of healthy food on tight budgets, and its a call to arms.

The responsibility for children’s health is, in the first instance, the parent’s – but we can’t rely on this. Parents are human – often ill-informed, often resistant to change, usually stubborn. Absolute love for their children doesn’t mean they aren’t doing them harm, as any given ‘kids gone wild’ talk show episode/reality show expose will demonstrate. Some parents will screw up their kids and fiercely defend their right to do so.

It is not right for society to rely on parents. That leaves the state carrying the can. I believe schools have a duty of care to their pupils – they are the only direct intersection of the state with its youngest members, the only time they are all reachable.

School dinners sounds like a silly, small topic – but really what we’re talking about is the nutrition and health of the entire next generation. It really is that scale of issue. It must be taken seriously. I hope Jamie’s series gets more people talking and brings about more changes. It’s a start.

(One of Charles Clarke’s schemes for the government, talked about without great seriousness, was transforming the role of schools to make them the centre of their communities – adding childcare facilities, health clinics, adult education classes, community law offices, etc etc – a one-stop shop for community well-being. I love this notion. It would mean a huge transition in the meaning of ‘school’, but that transition is already underway. But that’s a whole big issue to itself…)

(I also liked where Jamie snubbed meeting Bill Clinton because he was pissed that the guy and entourage had turned up in his restaurant, having approved the menu two weeks in advance, and then decided they wanted something else entirely that wasn’t on the menu. Hee hee hee.)

Birthday Dad

Happy birthday, dad!
Started in on a new game last night with Steve, David, Brian and Lucy. The game is going to use Clinton R Nixon’s Paladin, which is essentially a game of moral testing and the temptations of the wrong road. The group creates the moral code in question, and we’ve ended up devising a quite sophisticated mythological schema, which should make for interesting times in the coming story. Especially because Steve demonstrated in his Sorceror game ‘Lose Yourself’ that he’s good at giving us all the rope we need to hang ourselves. Should be a blast.
Tonight I intend to get to grips with all the half-finished and/or long-delayed tasks on my personal to-do list. (Including about four months of unanswered blog comments, which wouldn’t be a hassle if the blog comments weren’t so damn fascinating.)

Stress Positions

Just watched the documentary on Channel 4 about torture techniques in Guantanamo. Seven volunteers endured sub-Guantanamo techniques; only four lasted 48 hours to the end of the experiment.
The human mind is a very frail thing, in the end. There’s a kind of blindness in those who downplay what is happening at Guantanamo as to what it really means. We have misconceptions about how strong our mind is, how strict our moral code, how fiercely we can hold to our sense of self. Even when we know, rationally, that we are fragile, we still in our heart of hearts overrate ourselves. I know I do, despite four and a half years of psychology attacking all my assumptions.
It’s all very sad, and it demands change. The West has fallen so far; our failures are on display and those in power seem not to care.
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From the serious to the ridiculous: I bombed out completely in my Oscar predictions, scoring a measly 11 of 20. I suspect it hurt Marty more than me that Aviator didn’t score the top two. At least I got the four acting awards right; supporting is always a tough pick.
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Thanks for the kind words, everyone.

Oscars 2K5: Criswell Predicts

I predict that the stupid academy will do this:
ACTOR IN A LEADING ROLE
Jamie Foxx – RAY
(because… he’s playing a famous dead person! who was blind! and the dead person said it was good before he died! you’re not gonna argue with a dead man are ya?)
ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE
Morgan Freeman – MILLION DOLLAR BABY
(possible surprise for Alan Alda, but I’m backing Freeman, even though he’s playing the same damn narrator character he always plays. Actually, that’s the best reason there is to pick him.)
ACTRESS IN A LEADING ROLE
Hilary Swank – MILLION DOLLAR BABY
(It’s gonna be her or Bening, and Bening has the stink of a loser on her, which the Academy can smell a mile off. The Academy like Kate Winslet but they’re waiting for her to put some distance from Titanic before they start looking at her – Jim Cameron’s ‘King of the World’ still rankles. No Leo gong for the same reason.)
ACTRESS IN A SUPPORTING ROLE
Cate Blanchett – THE AVIATOR
(always a hard one. traditionally goes to The New Girl, but I’ve got to back Cate – she not only delivered a great, effective, real performance that transcended its mannerisms, she did it about a Hollywood star. The Academy loves itself above all else.)
ANIMATED FEATURE FILM
SHARK TALE
(okay okay I’m kidding THE INCREDIBLES give me a break)
ART DIRECTION
THE AVIATOR
(also a tricky one. now that the LOTR behemoth is gone, it’s an open field. Aviator’s AD was actually damn good, but I think it’ll get it because it’s the movie most of the Academy will have actually bothered to watch.)
CINEMATOGRAPHY
THE AVIATOR
(only Flying Daggers can match it, and the subtitle thing is still a killer)
COSTUME DESIGN
RAY
(call it a hunch)
DIRECTING
THE AVIATOR
(FINally they don’t have an excuse not to)
DOCUMENTARY FEATURE
SUPER SIZE ME
(it’s the one everyone saw and everyone liked and it has brought about tangible change)
DOCUMENTARY SHORT SUBJECT
FOREIGN LANGUAGE FILM
SHORT FILM (ANIMATED)
SHORT FILM (LIVE ACTION)
Don’t know any of the nominees, but I hope Plympton wins the animated and Two Cars wins the live-action.
FILM EDITING
COLLATERAL (not sure on this one, but Mann is cool)
MAKEUP
THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST
(so. much. blood.)
MUSIC (SCORE)
THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST
(again, call it a hunch)
MUSIC (SONG)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH
(This award makes my brain weep salty neurochemical tears. I’m gonna pick ‘Accidentally in Love’ from Shrek 2 because it is the movie the Academy actually saw.)
BEST PICTURE
THE AVIATOR
(it’s marty’s year, baby)
SOUND MIXING
RAY
(because… it’s about music and that!)
SOUND EDITING
THE INCREDIBLES
(because I have no idea. just because.)
VISUAL EFFECTS
SPIDER-MAN 2
(slim pickings in this category this year)
WRITING (ADAPTED SCREENPLAY)
SIDEWAYS
(and what the hell is Before Sunset doing in this category??)
WRITING (ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY)
THE AVIATOR
(possible surprise outcome: THE INCREDIBLES)

Post Christmas

Well. Remember that run of posts I had where I rambled on about reconfiguring Christmas as an experience to better serve our personal situations and values?
I had intended to follow up in mid-January with a ‘so how did it work out’ post. Then I got busy so I didn’t.
And I’m still busy now but not so busy I can’t finally get around to this at last. To wit:
How did Christmas work out for you, then, anyway?
Did the consumer stuff get you down and/or dominate your experience?
Did the familial obligations lead to misery?
Or was the consumption under control and the family stuff a joy? Or what?
How was Christmas, this time out?
What, if anything, do you want to change for next year? (Because now is the time to start seeding the notion of change with your loved ones.)
It’s far enough away that we might have some perspective on the whole shebang. And we can start right now figuring out how the next one’s gonna work.
I’m genuinely interested to hear how this Christmas went for anyone out there reading this. Please take a moment and tell me.
My answer is a bit of a cheat, because this Xmas was so random and atypical it’s hard to compare it to anything. Overall it was great, but three Christmases away from home was one too many. I’d always figured on being away from home for two, and probably three, but I knew this Christmas that there was no way I’d miss a fourth. Save me a place at the table, mum and dad…

Slow Reader

I’ve become a slow reader.
I’m still reading Ulysses. I reached the half-way point today. Half. Way.
I blame the rest of my life. By heck, time was, could read t’work of classic literature in a half-week, me, and keep up with t’journals, newspapers, television, all that like, and play sixteen games of that solitaire at once, no peeking, and dig up my meals from t’garden me mam grew in the basement of the neighbour’s house, and milk the hedgehogs four times a day, and be tucked up in bed before sunset, with t’hedgehogs, they like that, and then still have time for a comic book before lights out.
Damn great book though.
Also: Cal and I went away for the weekend. It was nice.

Assigned Further Reading

Some things I recommend you look at. Not an exhaustive list.
Nate visited Brazil, staying in a favela and then attending the World Social Forum. Amazing photos and really interesting reading; start here.
Something cool from Matt: a blog entry sparked by the quote “We are so troubled by how people die and yet untroubled by how they live.” Read it here.
Heather’s blog still makes me laugh more than anything else in the web. Read it all. Featuring: kyoot happy baby pictures!
Making Light’s been covering a sting operation on an exploitative vanity-publisher. Fifteen professional writer-types got together to write the worst book they could, then watched as their baby, Atlanta Nights, went through the “rigorous screening process” and was published! Both the dishonesty of the publisher and the sheer awfulness of the book must be seen to be believed. Start at the overview here.
Finally, a webcomic I can relate to: Alien Loves Predator.
There. Get busy.

Ten.

My daughter would be 10 by now.
I remember being 10. Vividly.
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My girlfriend didn’t realise she was pregnant until she had a miscarriage. This isn’t exactly a secret but it I’ve only ever told a handful of people. The ten-year thing must be significant if I’m still thinking about it in February, when the proper anniversary is in mid Jan sometime.

I think it means that I should mark the occasion. Hence this post.

So now you know.