Now who’d have thought that a seemingly innocent little comment about my own desire to stay away from this round of government and media recommended injections would bring about such a shit storm of responses?
I would like to go on record to say that I am, like usual, on the fence about this one. Being raised in Nancy Reagan’s ‘just say no’ era, I find it endlessly fascinating that we are a culture who spends billions of dollars on the war on the bad drugs, while simultaneously being subjected to an equal amount worth of advertising touting the benefits of good ones.
The TV tells me that I can prevent pregnancy, high blood pressure, impotency, and insomnia with an assortment of magical pills, while at the same time telling me that if I get a vaccine that may or may not have profoundly detrimental effects on my health, everyone around me is doomed… or, I mean they are if I do take it.. No, no, I definitely mean if I don’t take it, until the following report comes out claiming the contrary.
At one time we watched cigarette ads on television, and now those have been banned and thankfully replaced with story lines of happy couples who, despite the fact that they have Herpes, can still go kayaking.
If you’re overweight, there’s a pill.
If you have a virus, there’s an antibiotic.
If you have a rash, there’s a creme.
If you have a cough, there’s a spray.
Being a member of Kaiser Permanente® for a few years, I was subject to prescription after prescription being written for anything I went to see a doctor about. Instead of being diagnosed with an appendicitis, for example, I was given prescriptions for painkillers, and Mylanta.
Not once, but three times.
For the same appendicitis.
I have never been of the opinion that not only the pharmaceutical companies, but the medical industry as well, are terribly interested in my best interests, and that experience only solidified my thoughts.
Is it any wonder that I have a distrust of these agencies?
And if I may, allow me to broach the subject of Chicken Pox. When I was young, getting Chicken Pox was a rite of passage, and a relief for the parents. Then when I was a little older I heard of parents having pox parties, so that all of the kids contract it and get it out of the way, but now? Nope, better get a shot for the little sucker so that we can avoid all of the unpleasantness of the bumps and the itching. One shot and it’s all taken care of.
I’m not telling you to forgo the entire barrage of inoculations for your children. I’m saying to try and see the big picture, and to make a decision based on well rounded information gathering, because unfortunately that’s what it boils down to for just about everything in this day and age.
Articles like this lengthy and informative one in Wired Magazine and this comprehensive site are excellent places to start.
I don’t ever claim to have the answers, except for when I do, and I certainly am not saying every inoculation of every sort is bad, but I think we as a culture need to take a look at what we consistently ingest and inject in the name of good health.
Like I say concerning just about everything, “all things in moderation, including moderation.”
Anyway, I expect that guy who barked at me to stick to bikes to be coming along any time now, so I may as well do what I’m told.
685 sent me a photo of what the Haverford Cycle Shoppe in DC looked like before they invented color;
Graphic designer extraordinaire, Steve Anderson sent me an email packed full of good stuff, the first being an updated flyer for the Halloween leg of a local cross series that we’re smack dab in the middle of;
He also sent me an artist’s rendition of what my new cüzies would look like if Budweiser and I teamed up and started producing the oft dreamt 72 ounce bottle of beer;
“We attempted the beer hand down with a 72, but ended up killing most of the people standing along that particular stretch of the race course.”
By the way, and this is neither here nor there, but girls who race bikes in knee socks make my pants feel smaller.
There is a small and ever revolving group of people in MPLS who year after year loosely organize an event called The Homie Fall Fest. I’ve been to it a couple of times, and it’s a damn hoot. Sadly, I live in a world ruled by money, and I can’t get to it every single year, but my liver is probably better off that way.
I tried to do my part this year by doing a flyer for it, but it would appear as though someone a little sharper with a flyer maker than I, has done one that’s nicer;
While we are touting (or doubting) my skill with a pen, I previously mentioned that you all had the opportunity to own a little slice of history and get my quick rendition of what the world’s first ever beer hand down looked like;
I started the bidding off at $0.00, but Ryan came in out of nowhere and dropped a fat stack of pennies on the auction block with a bid of $6.66. Cary countered that offer with a bid of $15.00, to which Ryan aggressively responded with $16.66.
I suppose the bidding has to end at some point, but as long as I can eek one more burrito out of the deal, I may as well keep the good times rolling.
I will go one better and offer to frame said drawing in the finest that the thrift store has to offer;
Now this isn’t to say that I will be able to find a homemade Wonder Woman frame.. I just typed ‘thrift store picture frame’ into Google for a visual aide, and this is what I found..
I’m afraid I just set the bar pretty high for myself.
Now on the tail end of this installment, we get a heads up from Revolution Bicycle(dot)com‘
“Bring your mullet wig and illegitimate children, we’ll make sure they have a good time, too.
And just in case you’re worried you won’t get your fill of hillbilly action at the race, be in town Friday night for Hillstomp, even if they kinda suck when you’re not drunk/dancing.
No offense, but I think that in wilds of Arcata, a mullet wig might be a tad bit unnecessary.
They do them for real up there.
Finally, I’ve been hearing murmurings about TCB’s business plan for some time, but it looks like they have finally stepped off into the abyss of self employment. When the times change, you gotta adapt or be ready to get left behind;
“I need a box of condoms, an Elmo puppet and a bucket of fried chicken, STAT!”
Alright cats and kittens, that’s it for me. If you’re in the area, don’t forget about Art Crank SF this weekend. It promises to be a good time, and who don’t like good times?
We’ll see you around the block.