Posts tagged ‘problem’

Waiting for…

…what exactly?

Day in, day out.
Wake-up, coffee, commute, work, more coffee, lunch, nore work, commute, housework, shower, sleep.
Day in, day out.
Dreaming, reading, writing, thinking, posting, arguing, thinking more, feeling, talking, listening, panicking, thinking again, calming and copious amounts of music.
Day in, day out.
It feels like waiting. Passing time.
There was this hunger in the Gordian knot inside my mind: Some more food, and it will become undone. Another coffee and it will become all clear. One more frak and it will become as easy as pie.
Day in. Day out.
One more day.
Waiting.
Day in. Day out.
It will go away.
Day in.
Day out.
Day in.
Day out.
Day in.
Day out.

It won’t.

I know that it won’t. I am fighting against my own procrastination. Against this way of thinking.
If any of you folks out there are as much escapism experts (and talents) as me, or even more so: See the pattern. Fight it. Let’s get outta here!

Our time’s ticking.
A.

Irregular annoyed post 25 March 2015

Brightly lit day, I’d estimate it to be somewhen between 10am and 1 pm:
A dude rides on a Bike, a Bartender at an open air Bar opens a bottle with orange booze in it, next to the “on” Mic for an orange speaker-system in the street.
Orange booze is poured in glasses with fresh ice in them.
Bike-guy steals an orange hat from a girl conversing with another girl at a table in front of a Café. As she follows he rings his bell.
More booze is poured in ice filled glasses.
A stack of boxes containing oranges on a cart is rolling down a street, people (dude with ridicoulus hair; woman in “summerdress”) run after it. As the cart is forced to a stop by an obstacle, two women eagerly catch the oranges using bags (plastic by the looks of it).
Later these people (chasers and catching women) calmly walk down a sidewalk, passing oranges between them by throwing.
Different people steal orange hopping balls from an open delivery truck, smiling like exceptional individuals. Delivery guy sees this, laughs and takes two of the balls for himself, running after them while they are hopping down the road on said balls.
Booze in glasses is now handed out to some people (IN BROAD DAYLIGHT).
Suddenly the balls are baloons filled with “lighter than air” gass, people with booze-glasses walk joyfully around the baloons and several shelves (!) of identical bottles with the orange booze.
A dude on a bike (bike guy from before?) tows an orange sofa by. More booze drinking people, on the sofa and off.
All the while an annoying french song is playing.

Did you guess what it is?
Yes, the overly annoying Aperol advertising.

STOP GIVING ME THE SAME CRAP OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN ON YOUTUBE!

I never have tasted Aperol, and thanks to this advert – I NEVER WILL! So shove it!

If you could rage quit youtube, I’d do it atm.

Take care and drink ANYTHING BUT APEROL!

All this rage inducing shite aside, did you think about what your advert is telling people? THAT THESE PEOPLE HAVE ALCOHOL PROBLEMS! They hear a Bartender (pusher) open a bottle and stream in droves to the bar to get their fix IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY! How can these people get drunk that early? Aperol! “Joy is contagious!” Yeah, contagiously stupid.

Now stop doing idiotic adverts, and for the love the gods – stop dishing out the same advert thousands of times…

A.

The crux of GMOs

Originally I was always against GMOs. As some of you might recall (or will read while browsing my archive).

Simply because we have more than enough food to go around, it just doesn’t really “go around”.
The rich industrial countries hog all the resources, throw much of the abundance away, while the poorer and less fortunate countries hunger.

But.

Yes, there’s a ‘but’ involved.
We can feed the hungry by planting GMOs right outside their doors. Plants modified to withstand droughts, or brack water.
We could grow meat from stemcells in the lab, thus ending the despicable conditions that many food animals have to endure. (Also ending those animals BTW). Perhaps some vegetarians who avoid meat for the conditions the animals live in will return to it.

There are sources crying out for outlawing all GMOs, and for more organic foods.
But there is a little problem my lovelies: Almost everything we humans eat is, to some extent, altered. (Also, not realising that EVERYTHING is organic, if it weren’t, it’d ooze in from another universe or dimension.)

No food-crop that we plant today is occuring in nature. We interfered with their evolution, crossed them (like through grafting) with others, bred only the most meat and milk producing cows and pigs, the chickens laying the bigger/more eggs, etc.
These plants and animals did not evolve like that on their own.
We altered them.
Even your most basic organic stuff is a GMO, if you break it down to it’s origins. We made it that way, just because we did it without a lab, does not matter. It is MODIFIED.

Adressing the issues with GMOs concerning the safety – I can not. I’m not a scientist, and I don’t pretend to know it all. Unlike other groups and people.
It is, however, funny, and it gives me reason to pause and doubt many claims of the anti-GMO-movement, when seeing that their sources for, or melting pots of, information, are also the same places the Chemtrail people and anti-vaxxers (proDeath people) go for information.

While I am opening up for GMOs, I also think we need to be cautious. Too often we rushed crap into production and flooded the market with it, only later realising there were either adverse effects, or better solutions.

The GMOs everyone is filling their panties with poop over, they need to be tested.
Human tested.
Gather a group of volunteers and supply them with this stuff, which was grown in a hermetically sealed greenhouse.
Letting the GMOs grow in open nature can be devastating, due to the same facts that brining foreign species into an ecosystem is dangerous. Native species, both benign and malign, might get wiped or at least endangered. Ask Austrialia how that went for the indigenous species in the past.

How long should they be tested? A year in the minimum, ten years if you want to make sure that the poisonous plants designed to kill pests, so we won’t need pesticides, won’t kille us too. Or turn people into poisonoues timebombs. “Venomous ejaculations” sounds like a B-Movie from the seventies.
But we don’t need to go to the act of making sex, a nice long kiss, and you (almost) kill your partner – no one want’s to be Rogue (X-Men). Trust me. No one.
Diatary changes don’t show up immediately. I ate a lot of Tobasco in my youth. A friggin lot.
It went well for some time – a few years at least – but after some time I got footed the bill. If I eat too spicy food now, an hour later I need to rush to the restroom in agony. And that’s where the fire is truly lit. (If you catch my drift)

GMOs hold great potential for the future of mankind. They should not be dismissed easily, but not rushed out foolishly either. Sadly often enough things these days (including GMOs) are rushed for the quick buck.
The next time one of your root nibbling friends, or some hayheaded politian wants them banned, remind them, EVERYTHING we eat is Genetically Modified (the “GM” part of “GMO”), because humans interfered with it’s evolution through (cross-) breeding.
Next time someone want GMOs released on the fields, remind them of Australia, it’s a prime example, but there are actually many more.

Until then, scientists, keep working. The future needs you, and the rest of us will continue to battle stupid, and remain hopeful for the future.
I want the future to arrive, at least in my lifetime. To paraphrase from Assassins Creed “Embers”: I know I don’T have enough time to see everything, but the way things are going, I’m afraid I don’t have enough time to see anything.

Take care,
A.