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Congrats to Lorette on her latest book

Friday, November 20th, 2009

Lorette, a regular contributer here at The Paleo Garden, has recently just published another book.  Please go to her fantastic website to learn more.

Lorette also wrote a 2-part piece here on the late Michael Jackson regarding looking at his life as A Matter of Life and Myth in The Paleo Garden:

http://www.thepaleogarden.com/2009/08/02/a-matter-of-life-or-myth-why-immortalizing-michael-jackson-is-just-human-nature/

http://www.thepaleogarden.com/2009/08/11/a-matter-of-life-or-myth-why-immortalizing-michael-jackson-is-just-human-nature-part-ii/

Lorette’s latest project is titled “goodbye, Billie Jean: the meaning of Michael Jackson

goodbye, Billie Jean: the meaning of Michael Jackson

goodbye billie jean pic art
goodbye, Billie Jean: the meaning of Michael Jackson

fifty-one writers, curated by Lorette C. Luzajic

Handymaiden Editions, 2009

316 pages

$27.95 (shipping approx. $6 to Canada, $9 to U.S.)

to order, pay with paypal.com- direct funds to thegirlcanwrite@hotmail.com- include your mailing address and note that you want MJ book!

or contact Lorette at thegirlcanwrite@hotmail.com.

book will also be available shortly online at Amazon etc.

Dearest friends, I am thrilled to announce the project that has occupied the last four months of my time. Please join me in celebrating the most fascinating person of all- Michael Jackson. I am honoured to have worked with fifty amazing writers to bring this book to you, a collection of thoughts, opinions, ideas on the meaning of Michael Jackson. These very interesting contributors range from therapist to Pulitzer-prize winning journalist to bestselling author to friend of Michael himself to monk to drag queen, and so many more. In addition, I thank internationally renowned pop artist Iaian Greenson for the custom cover commission. And I thank Toronto’s premier graphic designer, newly branched into fashion- designing shoes- Gonzalo de Cardenas for cover design.

The Writers

Jason Bourner
Russell Bowers
Coline Covington
Kevin Craig
Michael Davidson
Jeff Dayton-Johnson
Antony Di Nardo
Joseph Dispenza
Donnarama
Sherman Fleming
Eddie Ford
Timothy Gabriele
Stephen J. Gertz
Andreas Gripp
Andy Guess
Rohin Guha
Stan Guthrie
Chris Hedges
HiScrivener
Obiwu Iwuanyanwu
Reuben Jackson
Pat Kane
Jamyang Khedrup
Willie James King
Jeff Koopersmith
Kimberly Krautter
Raymond Lawrence
John Lee
Lorette C. Luzajic
Jonathan Margolis
Ralph Martin
David Masciotra
Angela Meyer
Rev. Irene Monroe
Georgianne Nienaber
Jess Nevins
(O)CT(O)PUS
Onome
Dion O’Reilly
Carolyn R. Parsons
Samuel Peralta
Michael Hureaux perez
Javad Rahbar
Dr. Pamela D. Reed
Lauren Reichelt
Ralph Remington
Steven Rybicki
Tara Stevens
Edwin Turner
David R. Usher
Uwineza Mimi Harriet

Thank you to all of these amazing contributors. This anthology would not have been possible without you.

xoxoxoxo Lorette

Congratulations Lorette! 

A Matter of Life or Myth: The Drunken Monkey (part IV)

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

The Drunken Monkey

why humans love getting high (Part IV)

by Lorette C. Luzajic

For Part III of The Drunken Monkey, please click here

You may already buy drugs on a regular basis- for your cat. Isn’t it so cute the way some cats go nuts for this green leafy thing? Who among us would say, “Felix, I’ve made you an appointment because I’m worried about your catnip use”? Sure, if Felix pants by the special spot you keep his stash and stops eating or cleaning himself, you may have reason for concern. But chances are, you think it’s sweet and quite healthy the way he licks, paws, and clambers for the weed, then frolics about the house before falling into a dreamy slumber. And yes, it is what it appears to be- your cat is getting high, very high, and then coming down. It is less widely known that cats also enjoy getting high- or low, rather- from the relaxing valerian plant, which humans also use in tea as a relaxant.

The big cats have appetites for much stronger intoxicants. The jaguar seeks out and chews on a poisonous vine, then trips out of his mind. Naysayers say we can’t prove the jaguar is hallucinating, and that he chews the vine simply to purge, much as housecats chew grass in order to barf. But the shamanic tribes of the same Amazon jungles just happen to use that same plant to make ahuasca tea, that brew which sends users flying into alternate worlds for days on end. Some Peruvians say they learned to use the plant FROM observing the jaguar, which is a sacred, totem animal.

This is not farfetched. In Ronald Siegel’s Intoxication, he talks about the probability that coca leaf chewing was a habit South Americans first learned from llamas, whose gnarly temperament became cheerful and energized after chewing on the shrub. Then there’s the old legend about the goats in Africa eating coffee beans. This may well be how humans discovered the wonders of coffee.

Among dozens of other stories, Ronald Siegel talks about lab monkeys who will press a lever thousands of times to make it drop some cocaine once in a while. These monkeys will starve themselves and ignore their young to get at crack. Then there are the reindeer up north that fight over the fly agaric mushrooms that grow each year- those pretty red and white ones that are probably responsible for our conception of fairies and elves.

Birds are stoners, too. Science writer Stefan Anitei recounts in “Animals on Drugs” how Australian red-browed finches enjoy smoking. They are delighted by brush fires, parking themselves nearby and inhaling the fumes. They may get scorched or choked up and fall over, but they’ll get back to their post and continue inhaling. It may be hard to believe, but Anitei tells us that birds have built their own bonfire with twigs and lit it with a match- on their own, having learned the skill- just so they can smoke!

Other birds practice myrmecomany- “ant mania”- allowing themselves to be covered in ants, then doing strange little dances. It was long hypothesized that the ants somehow participated in cleaning the feathers and wings of the bird- but now it’s known that their venom, en masse, treats the bird to a little mind trip. Perhaps the most interesting tidbit in Stefan’s report is that chimpanzees enjoy smoking tobacco so much that they blow smoke rings and take great joy in watching them form.

Then there’s the primate known as slow loris, who enjoys a tipple time to time from the bertam palm, where shot glasses metaphorically grow on trees. The fruits are in a perpetual state of fermentation, nearing four percent alcohol. For this reason, it’s the favourite tree of many, especially the Malaysian tree shrew, to whom we are distantly related. The shrew can drink even us Germans under the table, with barely a wobble.

New Scientist magazine reports some interesting party animals:

Morphine is one of the wonders of the world, a true gift of painkilling when you’re having your leg cut off or your heart cut open. But growing them poppies is quite difficult, what with those wallabies gobbling up the crops and all. Yes, marsupials break into the poppy fields to get more heroin, just like the junkies we dismiss as depraved. “We have a problem with wallabies entering poppy fields, getting as high as a kite and going around in circles,” said Australia’s attorney general in The Mercury paper.

Female macaques love booze so much they’ll take it until they stop ovulating.

Recovering methamphetamine addicts may have the least hope of all addicts, as much of the brain damage is permanent. The only thing that can temporarily haul you out of the pit of despair is the speed, which causes more damage. Given access to meth, mice binge on it, too, and their cravings continue long after they have quit, just like in humans.

South American cocaine growers worry less about the law and more about the Eloria noyesi caterpillar. This caterpillar loves the leaves of the coca plant. When researchers investigated why the silkworm doesn’t bother with blow, sure enough, he is resistant to the drug, while the poor eloria noyesi’s dopamine receptors go off like fireworks, making him eager to partake over and over.

The facts go on forever: sheep and horses favour astragalus, a common weed that makes them run in circles and leap and frolic like ravers on ecstasy. Also known as locoweed, ranchers have a real problem because the stuff grows everywhere, and though once or twice won’t hurt you, a long-term habit does a lot of damage.

The legendary marula fruit tree in Africa draws a veritable Noah’s ark lineup of revelers with its rotting fruit. Most scientists dismiss the idea that the elephants get drunk as folklore, because it would take a lot of marula fruit to inebriate a few tonnes. The story began in the ‘70s with a staged “documentary.” Yet elephants DO love getting drunk, though it’s hard work, and have been known to break into liquor supplies and ransack villages for booze.

The Canadian bighorn mountain sheep has problems of its own. It likes rare yellow lichen that grows sparsely in the Rockies. This mountain moss offers no nutritional value, and it grows in dangerous rocks way up in the mountains. But it messes the sheep right up, and they will clamber to incredibly dangerous locales to get at it. And while that’s all fun and games, it’s not that great when the sheep rubs his teeth against the rock, scraping them pretty much off completely, just to get every last bit of moss. So anyone who has experienced the humiliation of scraping the last traces of whatever it was out of their bag, bowl or pipe, or licking the last of the vodka up from a spill on the table, can rest easy. We’re not alone.

What does all of this mean, then, this secret history of the world, including the natural world?

It means we’ve been barking up the wrong marula fruit tree for too long. Clearly, complete abstinence is an aberration of reality- history is soaked in just as much booze as blood. But obviously addiction and physical damage are also realities, problems we haven’t solved by stuffing our prisons full, by demeaning addicts as defective, weak, nihilistic sinners. Facing the truth is our best bet at finding balance, in becoming responsible about our natural instincts

Life is hard. The gods sent us salves to ease the pain, provide pleasure, relieve boredom, create community, and expand our spirituality. Nature is often brutal, but built into us is a desire that can lead us to relief, however temporary, so that we can catch our second wind and tarry on. What might happen if we look truthfully at history, at the economy, at those we consider to be the lower echelon of the social ladder? What would become of crime, of health, of the mental health care industry, of church, of prisons, if we acknowledged reality for a change? What might happen if we develop a reverent relationship with these primal, built-in needs? I’d love to find out.

Check out Lorette’s wildly popular series, “A Matter of Life or Myth”, here on The Paleo Garden.

A Matter of Life or Myth: The Drunken Monkey (part III)

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

The Drunken Monkey

why humans love getting high (Part III)

by Lorette C. Luzajic

For Part II of The Drunken Monkey, please click here

Drug addiction or abuse or even use is considered part of an “unhealthy” mind by most therapists and shrinks. It’s a “deal breaker” for relationship gurus like Dr. Phil. Yet the pursuit of intoxication rules the vast majority of the world, and for those rare animals who don’t drink coffee, take painkillers, drink, smoke, smoke up, snort, pop, puncture, inhale, inject, and so on and so on, abstinence is a harsh mistress. In fact, the “normal” model is not abstinence, but use.

But how does use turn to abuse? Why do so many of us fail at strict regimes of avoiding alcohol, or slip from moderation into persistent drunkenness? Well, it’s obvious: we love the feeling.

It may end bitterly the next day, or later on in our lives, but in the here and now, we love the feeling of two or three or four or five or six glasses of vino, lines of cocaine, cigarettes, cups of coffee. We are wired, according to more and more discoveries about the human mind, to seek out pleasure, a brief distraction from the hell of survival, the stress and sorrow of life.

See, the fact that anthropology and history textbooks skirt over drugs, except to mention that they’re bad, is really a disservice to understanding the world and humankind. Mention of drugs as religious ritual, community binding, medicine, economics, export and import, trade, migration, etc is fleeting or nonexistent, which falsely gives us the idea that drugs are of minor importance.

Yet that’s a fallacy, as any careful analysis of the global economy or religious history would show. Yet hard facts about hard drugs are left out all the time. It’s just a wee bit important, for example, that Hitler was pumping vast quantities of methamphetamine. It doesn’t take much meth to cause paranoid, psychotic breaks with reality. It also creates megalomania and grandiosity, and keeps a user awake and energetic for days or even weeks. Adding this cocktail to a mad maniac with drive and charisma may have been the poisonous icing on the cake.

It’s ridiculous to believe that drugs have been of minimum importance in understanding our world. But does that mean just because “everybody else is doing it” we should do it, too?

Of course not. It’s all fun and games until someone loses a life. Plus, there were a lot of things our ancestors did that we shouldn’t try at home- from bloodletting to cutting our penises in half to sacrificing widows at the husband’s funeral.

That said, we might be sipping wine even as we rail against the crackheads ruining our neighbourhoods. We’re just like the drunken monkeys. We’ll take what’s available, and once we’ve developed a taste for it, we want it to keep on coming, whatever it is. We’ll find it. We’ll get it. Commonly, we’ll steal, rob and kill for it.

But why is it that humans and our ancestors are the only morons who want to cut ten years off of life to live the high life?

The answer is, we’re not. Getting high is not uniquely human. We share the fourth drive with most species. Yes, that’s correct: animals use drugs, and lots of them. Like us, they’ll use anything they can find. They’ll take as much as they can- curiously enough, like us, and they’ll take more in stressful situations. And their favourites are remarkably the same as ours- alcohol, cocaine, morphine.

Ronald Siegel’s Intoxication: the Universal Drive for Mind-Altering Substances argues that the pursuit of inebriation is not cultural, it’s natural. Omni Magazine says that Siegel knows more about drugs than anyone else alive, and indeed, the psychopharmacologist is a guru to the likes of Albert Hoffman, the man who invented LSD. The book is a veritable compendium of facts about the animal world’s pursuit of intoxication, animals from insects to humans. Spanning more than twenty years of lab experiments, field observation, and research, Siegel gathers in one place a cornucopia of information that is known but ignored.

It is unconscionable that the facts never make it to addiction treatment centres or psychiatry schools or therapy offices, where outdated misinformation about “self loathing” or “deal breaking” is still doled out religiously with no basis in fact. The “disease” model of addiction may be more relevant than the nurture people care to admit- but only because it acknowledges the biological. There is nothing sick about the desire for intoxication- it is, as Siegel writes, universal. Just as humans are hardwired for opiates, so are all other creatures.

So if this is all true, why does no one know about it?

They do. It’s just that rewriting history thing again, leaving out important parts we might not want to accept. Like Hitler’s methamphetamine psychosis, or like Aspirin’s dirty little Heroin secret.

Acknowledging the facts means we’ll require a new paradigm for drug laws and for treatment of addiction, and we’ll need to stop pathologizing moderate drug users- they are actually the paragon of truth, as opposed to abstainers or addicts. We would have to stop lumping all drugs together in our dependency literature and acknowledge specific effects, good and bad, of each “poison.” We would have to accept the spiritual connectivity millions have claimed come from drugs. We would have to acknowledge that alcohol, our drug of choice, is indeed a drug, not separate from the illegal ones, but among the most wonderful and dangerous. We would have to identify with the addict, realizing he or she is no different from us, not a victim but not weak, either. It is our poor understanding of our nature that can catch anyone unaware.

It is our all or nothing thinking that makes responsible models of consumption difficult, as we consume either in private, or to show off, both leading to potential danger.

And we would have to accept our disconnect- for the United States, the nation of zero tolerance, the nation that hates drugs more than any other- uses the most.

(Stay tuned for fun facts from the animal kingdom- monkeys on crack?)

A Matter of Life or Myth: The Drunken Monkey (part II)

Saturday, October 31st, 2009

The Drunken Monkey

why humans love getting high (Part II)

by Lorette C. Luzajic

For Part I of The Drunken Monkey, please click here.

What on earth would Fred and Barney FLintstone order at their local wet spot? How did we satisfy our bottomless thirst without shot glasses, stir sticks, and little paper umbrellas made in China?

Patrick McGovern is an archeological chemist who has a fun job: alcohol experiments that bring history to life. He makes booze out of beets, berries, and roots, emulating as closely as possible ancient brews. Discovery Magazine writer Larry Gallagher wrote an amazing story about him back in 2005, and that’s where I learned about molecular archeology. McGovern uses spectrometers and chromatographs to analyze traces of whatnot on old artifacts. That’s how a little pot shard told him that our Neolithic pals in Jiahu, China over 9000 years ago were already enjoying the, uh, fruits of the Chinese hawthorn berry, and the Chinese’ other favourite staple, rice.

Patrick wrote Ancient Wine: The Search for the Origins of Viniculture, and Uncorking the Past: The Quest for Wine, Beer, and Other Alcoholic Beverages. In the latter, we learn a few things they forgot to tell us in grade ten health class: “The human liver is specially equipped to metabolize alcohol, with about ten percent of its enzyme machinery, including alcohol dehydrogenase, devoted to generating energy from alcohol.” (Abstainers actually have shorter life spans, he says, than drinkers. But slow down, there, my friend- so do binge drinkers. Moderation, as with everything, is king.)

Patrick is pretty sure that humans were sniffing out alcohol since we could walk upright, and maybe before, given that we’ve always loved fruit. Spoiled fruit split open in the hot sun is an easy target for airborne yeast spores, resulting in boozy goodness that we wouldn’t resist.

Patrick tells us about biologist Robert Dudley’s “drunken monkey” hypothesis, that alcoholism is as natural as human history is old, which is difficult to prove given the paucity of physical evidence. Fragments of our earliest selves are scarce, and there were no wildlife cameras available to witness our first habits. Nonetheless, it would be a big leap of the imagination to assume that ancient hominids abstained from gorging on pomegranate toddy, given what Dudley tells us about monkeys. The biologist witnessed howler monkeys in Panama greedily sucking back the ripe fruit of the palm tree, imbibing about ten standard drinks worth in twenty minutes. Like humans, apes, chimps, and monkeys of all sorts love booze, and most of them don’t stop after a small glass of wine. They drink as much as they can.

A far cry from the idea that we wouldn’t pour a highball to go with our tubers and game, McGovern says the opposite is true. We would find fermented juices wherever possible, and then look for ways to make more on our own.

Some anthropologists are sure that it is the thirst for easy access to alcohol that made us settle down to farm grains in the first place, which would mean that the pursuit of intoxication indirectly gave us everything we have accomplished. It IS pretty widely accepted that booze preceded bread, so the possibility is real. We made beer from whatever was on hand in our part of the world- sorghum, wheat, millet, corn, rice, barley.

But don’t think our hominid forebears stuck to our legal preference. They enjoyed any other plants that tripped them out without directly killing. Magic herb tinctures, fungi, cacti, steeped leaves of every sort occupied us. We hallucinated for spiritual ceremony, imbuing the highest honour and reverence to anything that made us high. In our puritanical culture of denial where we demonize “illicit” drugs, marginalizing them to the fringe of society, it’s hard to understand how important intoxicants are to human society. They were integral to religious rites in the far reaches of the world. They still are used in shamanic societies for ceremonies. Ahuasca rites promise a three day bender that makes even the best LSD seem like a pre-party. The Greeks had the true breakfast of champions- to break an overnight fast, they consumed a beverage made from barley and ergot, a potent hallucinogen. The Eulesian mystery festivals celebrated with kykeon as a sacrament, one that would send anyone into a revelatory trance.

We ate scorpions, licked toads, chewed on “dream fish,” and smoked cobra venom. The Arabian Humor tribes hunted giraffes to scoop out their bone marrow, said to induce hallucinatory visions, though we hope this is anecdotal folklore…The Aztecs loved Teonanacatl, or “divine flesh” -mushrooms that sent you flying into other worlds. Many Paleolithic caves feature paintings that express therianthropic sentiments- that “we’re all one” sensation that the flower children were still trying to describe after thousands of years. Early Americans alone enjoyed some eighty species of mind-altering botanicals. Remains in a Neanderthal cave excavation in Iraq in 1960, the Shanidar dig, have convinced many archeologists that drugs were used some 50 thousand years ago.

Ancient Hindu Vedas reference Soma, “the food of the gods,” in over 1000 love letter-like praises. The mushroom made everything heavenly. But not all drugs did: some were horrific, and some awesome ones had a few hellish side effects or were a ‘bad trip’ risk. Is it possible that we began to perceive heaven and hell because of the worlds we witnessed?

But drugs aren’t always a religious experience. They are social, like chilling in our favourite bars. They take the edge off. They are painkillers. They put stress out of our minds. Legal drugs like booze, coffee, cigarettes, prescriptions are practically the backbone of legal commerce. The rest of our economy is bolstered by the illegal ones. In east Africa- Kenya, Yemen, Ethiopia, Somalia- the stimulant khat IS the GDP. It’s huge to think of that- whole countries subsist on khat, and coffee- the other big seller. And there is no South America without cocaine, for all the terrorism and grief it has caused. Before we all got greedy for a hastier hit, cocaine was an innocent and important staple, a small shrub whose leaves could be chewed or brewed, chock full of vitamins. Coca tea helped workers toil in high altitudes, and it was handy if your belly was empty because you wouldn’t notice. Today coca tea is still popular “slimming tea.” As a matter of trivia, Sigmund Freud was addicted to cocaine. Given how many find the aphrodisiac qualities of blow extraordinary, at least at first before they turn hellish and just plain weird, might that have had something to do with his unwavering emphasis on all things sex?

And then there’s opium. You may be surprised to know that most of the world’s opium- a powerful drug from a humble poppy plant- is made in Afghanistan. Not long ago, much of the world was addicted to opium- including our founding father Ben Franklin. Morphine, that miraculous killer of all pains, physical or emotional, was a potent lure for millions. Bayer, the maker of innocent aspirin, is the company that gave opium its brand name: Heroin.

Pulitzer prize winning science journalist Jon (not Benjamin!) Franklin talks about heroin in his book, Molecules of the Mind. He explains the nitty gritty of molecular psychology for the layperson. And this layperson was a little startled, despite my personal historical affinity for all manner of intoxicants, to learn that there is a human drive more powerful than hunger or sex. The human mind is decorated like a Christmas tree with receptors waiting with open arms for one thing alone- intoxication.

Yes, that’s right. The human body is equipped with zillions of phone jacks waiting to be plugged in to drugs.

Scientist Ronald Siegel calls this overwhelming desire the “fourth drive.”

The war on drugs is a joke, according to scientists like these, and let’s face facts- a joke according to statistics. Consider that less than five per cent of the world’s population- us- consumes most of the world’s illicit drugs. Seems Bob Marley was right, that we’d be better off to legalize it.  (Pot is, after all, the United States’ biggest cash crop.)

Siegel writes in his book, Intoxication, “This ‘fourth drive’ is a natural part of our biology, creating the irrepressible demand for drugs. In a sense, the war on drugs is a war against ourselves, a denial of our very nature.”

Would legalizing our human nature work better? We know it was impossible to prohibit booze. As Jon Franklin’s states, quite the population was high or addicted- to Heroin, barbiturates, amphetamine, Valium, cocaine.

But it took a while to notice the gravity of the problem. Why? Because “the American middle class was too drunk to worry about what was going on.”

(Stay tuned for some surprising discoveries that convince me that it’s only natural.)  

A Matter of Life or Myth: The Drunken Monkey

Wednesday, October 28th, 2009

The Drunken Monkey

why humans love getting high (Part I)

by Lorette C. Luzajic

Despite the major headway I’ve made these past few years in abolishing so many bad habits, the first thing I did after moving was head down the street to check out the neighbourhood pub.

I reveled in a kitchen much more spacious than in my previous flat, and I wasted no time making a ten-veggie super salad and a maple pecan pork roast. But the cheerful drunken faces laughing and toasting their pints behind the glass beckoned and the first night in my new home I headed over to join them. It was a scene straight out of the always-astute Simpsons: during a cook-off, Homer ingests a chile pepper so hot it bends his mind. And Chief Wiggum whines mournfully, “I want to hallucinate, too!”

What’s the point of avoiding bread if I’m throwing back the beer? Is there any point in cutting out candy and soda if I still drink loads of wine? Yeah, yeah, it’s great that I’ve moved from imbibing the good stuff every day to special occasions only (which inevitably happen about twice a week!) And that’s probably the reason I’m still fat.

I’m not the only one who finds nixing the mind-altering substances the hardest part of healthy living. And for the most part I have nixed them. But if the icons of fitness can’t always resist a drink, how can a weak-willed mortal like me?

Paleo purists who have achieved more success than I have may scoff, but the rest of you know exactly where I’m coming from. And our guru Loren Cordain knows no one will stick with a diet that has absolute no-nos, so we are encouraged to occasionally enjoy a glass of wine with dinner if we must. Still, in The Paleo Diet for Athletes, Dr. Cordain reminds us, “Obviously, alcohol was not part of any hunter-gatherer diet.”

Obviously? Certainly moderation is sound advice, but nonetheless the good doctor is wrong.

Say what? Humans have always been boozehounds. Always. Yes, since the Stone Age, since as far back as we can go and know. In addition to our more primitive ancestors, our first civilizations in Sumer and Egypt both considered alcohol a necessity for everyday living! The Egyptian god Osiris invented beer, and beer was offered to him. Just like we do, the people enjoyed a wide selection of beers and quite a few wines as well. Booze was so important that the dead were buried with it so that they wouldn’t have to teetotal in the next world.

Sumer’s goddess of beer and alcohol was Nankasi, who used honey and dates to sweeten her malt brew. (From here on, there was no shortage of wine deities, reaching from Rome to the remote pantheons of the world.) So it seems that civilization landed in all of its glory with a taste for the sauce already in tact. Winepresses, spirit cellars, and distilleries were magically present at the very dawn, and so perhaps the secrets of turning juice to gold was indeed imparted from the gods.

While civilization meant astonishing leaps forward in creativity, architecture, engineering, medicine, literature and more, it also meant grain and the beginning of degenerative disease.

Perhaps the price of living longer and recording more about ourselves for future generations to know was the deterioration of health. No need to sentimentalize the days of the cave man- death was early and brutal, often from exposure to the elements like cold and the jaws of wild animals. Learning what was safe to eat weeded a great many of us out of the gene pool- today we know the fast-acting poisons thanks to the mistakes of our earlier selves. But the plants of a lesser poison meant degenerative diseases, which anthropologists begin finding as soon as grain agriculture hits our imagination. And those diseases usually don’t accumulate through to death until after the age of reproduction, which means we repopulate before we die. So grains meant extended survival for humans, both in a lifespan and in a cosmic, “go forth and multiply” kind of way. The same poison that ruins our bones and teeth and pancreas slowly meant we could spend that slow death writing, inventing, philosophizing, enacting theatre. Now all grains have naturally evolved poisons- pesticides, actually, and carbohydrates. Humans gravitated instantly to grains- and every other available plant or berry- fermenting or distilling them into a much faster acting poison, one that would marvelously, wonderfully intoxicate it without killing us on that same occasion. Cheers!

The Irish often claim to be the world’s hardest, happiest drinkers. Archaeologists Declan Moore and Billy Quinn confirmed that long before Guinness opened its doors, Ireland had some 4500 breweries during the Bronze Age. There are thousands of fulacht fiadhs, or horseshoe shaped mounds, that mystified experts for centuries. Moore and Quinn date wrote in Archeology Ireland that these pits were in fact microbreweries dating back more than 3500 years, making the first generations in Irish history as beer-loving as all those cute bumper stickers boast.

So the Irish have been brewing and stewing for several thousand years longer than we previously believed. And those first amazing cuneiforms and hieroglyphics tell us that before we could record the story, we already loved boozing it up. Seems the Flintstones loved a bit of firewater just as much as we do.

(Stay tuned for some amazing stories from archeologists about the first party animals, and fascinating facts about our cousins who love to get down, too.)  

A Matter of Life or Myth: Take Your Myths Off My Plate (Part III)

Thursday, October 1st, 2009

This is part II of Take Your Myths Off My Plate, the latest installment of A Matter of Life or Myth by Lorette C. Luzajic.  Part II may be found here.

Believe it or not, a vegetarian friend said there’s no difference between raising chickens or hogs for food, and raising humans, except that it’s taboo.

If that’s the kind of preposterous thinking behind the misinformation willfully being published, it’s clear the agenda is not really human health. The agenda is dehumanization, a sentimentalizing of nature that ignores only human nature. It’s ironic that in this purported “love of nature” and “love of animals,” real nature is vilified.

Nature isn’t soft and fuzzy. Hurricanes and volcanoes kill without mercy. Seas take ship crews daily. Cats massacre birds. And if you believe eating goats is the same as eating humans, then what’s the difference between the thousands of worms and insects you kill to till the soil for veggies? The rainforest decimated by soybeans means thousands of birds and monkeys displaced, extinct, starving. So you can’t eat at all.

If you choose to help cows and ducks avoid suffering, you have my full respect. But I expect you to respect human beings as much as you respect animals, and that means respecting my right to choose my natural heritage diet as an omnivore, eating the nutrient dense meat and vegetables I need and deserve. No more junk science or agenda-oriented myths about how our ancient diet is causing modern diseases. It’s time to update the dusty rhetoric.

Withholding or dissuading human beings from their heritage diet is a human rights violation.

Yes, that is what I said.

It is a human right to eat the food we need and have always eaten, whether fish or grasshoppers or goats or tubers or celery.

Some of us stand on these front lines and say that we kill without apology because our bodies thrive from this food, and food is a human right just as meat is a cat’s right. We’ve known for years now that a vegetarian diet is superior, because it absolutely is superior to the standard junk diet. But it pales in comparison with a junk-free paleo diet, our heritage and birthright. Meat is nutrient dense- meaning the most nutrients in the most absorbable forms. The vilified drawbacks such as saturated fat, cholesterol and so on are returning to the table as HEALTHY elements our ancestors knew them to be. No Native Canadian hunting in my northern Ontario ate boneless, skinless chicken breast as health food!

That said, those of us who choose that birthright are not cats or mosquitoes. We can make ethical choices. My first ethic is to nourish myself, case closed. But following this urgent principle, I ask myself and all other eaters of traditional diets to invest as much as they can in support of small, humane farms. Spend as much as you can afford to or more on creating the kind of meat we want- invest in meat with fewer fillers and more humane practices. Supporting cheap meat factory farms supports unconscionable suffering, and when we can afford to, or always, let’s buy locally raised free range that really is free range. Head out to farms and buy real chicken eggs. Look for Mennonite stores, which believe in traditional, whole food.

And just as important, commit to not wasting meat. Don’t let meat go rotten and then throw it out. Don’t eat so much you feel sick if you can eat several meals. Go easy on new flavourings so you don’t end up chucking perfect food that you don’t happen to like.

An animal died to give us life. Acknowledge the iron, zinc, potassium, protein, fat, selenium, niacin, B6, B12, riboflavin, thiamine, Vitamin K, Vitamin D, Vitamin B5, copper, chromium, carnitine, folic acid (yes!), magnesium, phosphorus. Be connected to that. Say thank you. Say grace for that gift.  

A Matter of Life or Myth: Take Your Myths Off My Plate (Part II)

Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

This is part II of Take Your Myths Off My Plate, the latest installment of A Matter of Life or Myth by Lorette C. Luzajic.  Part I may be found here.

There is an omnipresent notion that still pervades vegetarian literature- about how excess animal protein is the true cause of osteoporosis. You’ve heard it, a veritable chorus coming from every book. “Excess protein leaches calcium from the bones.”  To neutralize acids from high protein diets, the story goes, calcium is drawn from the bones and excreted in the urine. Nations with the highest level of osteoporosis, after all, are western ones, not poor African vegetarian tribes.

John Robbins’ Diet for a New America the cheerful veggie guru book that turned me into a vegetarian for five years. Sadly, for all the wondrous compassion inside, the book unconscionably pushes misinformation on dozens of counts. Here’s what he says about the above. “The correspondence between excess protein intake and bone resorption is direct and consistent. Even with very high calcium intakes, the more excess protein in the diet the greater the incidence of negative calcium balance, and the greater the loss of calcium from the bones. In other words, the more protein in our diet, the more calcium we lose, regardless of how much calcium we take in.

SIDENOTE: Acid-Base Balance and Your Health, from the paleo diet’s perspective

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Summarizing the medical research on osteoporosis, one of the nation’s leading medical authorities on dietary associations with disease, Dr. John McDougall, says:

“I would like to emphasize that the calcium-losing effect of protein on the human body is not an area of controversy in scientific circles. The many studies performed during the past fifty-five years consistently show that the most important dietary change that we can make if we want to create a positive calcium balance that will keep our bones solid is to decrease the amount of proteins we eat each day. The important change is not to increase the amount of calcium we take in.”

Dr. McDougall is from the PCRM. But my bias against his organization’s willingness to tell lies is irrelevant.

What is relevant is the fact that this idea went out the window in the ‘80s. No, Mr. McDougall- it is not “an area of controversy in scientific circles.” It is long known that the tests confirming this hypothesis were made with isolated proteins, not whole animal foods, and that you were then and are still spreading absolute lies to people doing the best they can to feed their families right. Shame on you. Animal foods supply phosphorous, potassium, magnesium, and the CHOLESTEROL WE NEED to synthesize Vitamin D out of sunshine. Vitamin D is imperative to strong bones.

Indeed, studies monitoring those who eat twice as much meat as recommended still had no bone leaching going on (Journal of Nutrition, 2003.)

Why do industrial nations that eat so much meat have more osteoporosis?

Sugar, the omega oil imbalance, the microwave, the white flour cult, the lack of seafood, alcoholism, and the vegetable oil scam, for starters.

I did a quick survey of the Internet and found unanimously that veggie websites were using this bone-leaching hypothesis with absolute certainly. Not only were readers being told they shouldn’t have dairy products because the protein negated the calcium, but that they shouldn’t eat meat, because the excess protein would destroy their bones.

Meat is a vital part of healthy bones, and healthy everything else. Our bones are also made of phosphorus, which meat is filled with. Iron is necessary for healthy bones, and heme iron is much better assimilated by the body- meat iron, not non-heme iron from vegetables. Zinc builds the bone matrix and the best form is from red meat.

Meat, part of a natural diet

The American Journal of Clinical Nutrition (July 2, 2009) just published the reality that vegetarians have up to five percent lower bone density than meat eaters. Vegans came in worst- six percent lower. This study surveyed over 900 studies and analyzed the best of them, differentiating between vegan, lactoovovegetarians, fish eating vegetarians, and so on.

A diet higher in animal proteins helps the bodies heal faster from fractures!

The eggs and the bone leaching myth are two of many. There’s the “we don’t really need B12,” the fish are bad, margarine is good, the soy waste is real food, and the “it’s okay to feed children a vegan diet myths.

So back to that “eat like you give a damn” idea. Give a damn about whom?

Stay tuned for part three- meat as our human right, and our responsibility.   

A Matter of Life or Myth: Take Your Myths Off My Plate (Part I)

Sunday, September 27th, 2009

by Lorette C. Luzajic

I used to hang my head and offer apologies for my monstrous lust for flesh. When I fell off the vegetarian wagon, there was a sense of shame and failure, an embarrassment that I had traded in ethics and my health for my appetite for destruction.

“Healthy, ethical vegan,” a friend’s facebook status proclaimed this morning. “Eat like you give a damn.”

We’re supposed to be civilized, ethical, and kind. It was almost socially easier when I would express guilt and shame while reaching for a pork chop. What kind of monster shows no remorse for killing, after all?

It gets tiring to be hauled on the carpet for the most natural diet in the world. It gets really predictable to hear over and over about how the “beef industry” or “big dairy” has brainwashed us into poisonous eating. Those industries weren’t around when we were driving millions of buffalo off the cliffs and gorging on them, but anyhow.

What’s not ethical is lying, and the smug responses from the garden of vegan are that pure health exists only in this world of plants. Statistics, obesity, diseases are blamed continually on “nations who eat the most meat.” While I have no doubt in my mind that many of the myths pervading guilty meat eating and happy plant eating are well intended, many are outright lies by people who should know better.

This morning I was leafing through an old magazine. “Last year over a million people left the same suicide note,” the ad said. There was a shopping list scrawled out. “Butter, eggs, mayo, potato chips, ham, bacon.”

Very clever. Too bad that after years of science arguments, there’s no more doubt that butter is the better fat. The ancient fat is far superior to “vegetable oil spread.” You know- toxic highly processed artificial industrial chemical waste hydrogenated oil. Read “soy industry.” “The heart-healthy” margarine revolution is now decimated with the embarrassing fact worldwide that ‘zero’ hydrogenated fat is the safe level. And with the fact that not only is butter the better evil, but that butter is good for you just as world cultures have always known.

Then there are those eggs on that suicide note- sheepishly restored to the plate where Grandma served them up each morning. Eggs, which contain every single nutrient we know of except Vitamin C. The cholesterol in eggs scared us for a while because politically and financially motivated movements (sugar, grain, and soy) twisted science- but only for half a century out of several million years. Cholesterol was demonized.

In fact, it was demonized by the Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine, who says zero cholesterol is safe. The fact that the vast majority of human cultures rely on animal foods some or most of the time notwithstanding, these good doctors spread the word. Indeed, the suicide ad I’m referring to is theirs.

But who are they? Caring doctors, right? No, actually. They are the soft arm reaching out through ‘medicine’ of militant animal rights agenda groups. Few of them are actually doctors. They are associated with terrorist animal liberation groups. Founded by a PETA bigwig, their activism bridges groups far more extremist than PETA, groups that do not believe in using animals to advance medicine for humans or for any other reason. SHAC and the Animal Liberation Front speak freely of murdering humans who murder animals. They bomb, blow up, attack, and beat. “For 5 lives, 10 lives, 15 human lives,” Dr. Jerry Vlasak, “we could save a million, 2 million, 10 million animal lives.” ( a bit about PCRM’s militant connections:

http://www.consumerfreedom.com/news_detail.cfm/headline/2784

and more about this group and the many medical groups who oppose them: www.physicianscam.com )

People who don’t believe we should research with animals should not accept the gifts those animals have given us. That means no anesthetic during surgery, no medicine for diabetes or thyroid, no painkillers when you break your leg.

In any event, throughout my vegetarian years, I quoted doctors and scientists that filled the books I read about how bad meat was for you. A vast many of those doctors are from this committee, which has been called out by endless medical associations for lying, willfully misinterpreting data, and far more frightening medical experiments on human beings in Africa instead of on animals.

For those who believe ideologues will disseminate more accurate information than will industry, I beg to differ. Ideology can blind you, and it can also make you willing to ‘lie to tell the truth,’ so to speak. It can make you willing to kill because you think you are right.

Stay tuned to find out whether protein erodes your bones, as the PCRM tells you.   

A Matter of Life or Myth: The Enigmatic Etymology

Friday, August 28th, 2009

The Enigmatic Etymology: How Language Reveals our Ancient Past

by Lorette C. Luzajic

In the beginning, gods created the heavens and the earth. Every social cluster, from great civilizations to isolated jungle tribes, described the mysteries of nature by anthropomorphizing. No matter where we were, we had a pantheon that helped us make sense of the mysteries. It’s easy to see how we first implemented supernatural explanations for mysteries: looking out at the dark sky, littered with stars, of course we thought heaven was poking through. Losing our children to floods or hurricanes, how could we not see a furious fire-breathing dragon mercilessly devouring our unrighteousness? When game became plentiful after scarcities, we thanked the goddess of the hunt for smiling upon us. We made sense of the world through stories.

It seemed perfectly understandable that summing up all things into God would make it easier to control, as well as to care for, societies. In theory, uniting thousands of sects who had thousands of gods for streams and skies and cornfields should have helped unify cultures. But the melodramas and soap operatics of the main players in pantheism continued under new guises. The ancient stories resurfaced within monotheism. We have thousands of saints- for rivers, travel, addiction, childbirth. We have new trinketry and fresh rituals that echo our oldest and deepest needs: we pray for food, for family, for the weather to bless us. We still have hundreds of sects within each of the great monotheist traditions.

Some believe that the one true God is the ultimate fulfillment of truth in our search from the dawn of time. Some believe it is a stepping stone out of paganism and into the next era, one of human responsibility and rationalism, with science as our sole source of reasoning. Some are pretty sure none of it matters: that the heart of faith, in all its variations, through all time, is about how we are supposed to live and love.

And every single one of the above thinkers, and beyond, invokes our pagan past. That heritage is the basis for language. It’s a fascinating puzzle, really, to plug meanings into words to determine how we got them. Languages the world over intricately weave the gods from a culture’s beginning through modern times into their words. In English, we invoke our ancient deities and their doings in nearly every sentence we speak.

We can begin with the obvious: the days of the week, the months of the year. Remember? We learned this in grade school. January- Janus, god of doors and gates. Sunday- god of the sun. Monday- moon day. Thursday- Thor. Friday I’m in love, goes that catchy melody by The Cure. The band could have chosen Wednesday or Saturday, perhaps- but not if Frigga/Freyja had anything to do with it. Friday is her day, the Goddess of love. She is more popularly known as Venus- hence the French, “vendredi.” Also common, but not popular, is “venereal” disease: the infections of Venus. And to “venerate” means to honour or erotically adore the goddess of love.

You may remember this one, too: lunatic, lunacy etc comes from lunar, of course, but more specifically, Luna, the moon goddess. Her changing temperament brought on insanity. You likely recall from psych 101 how Psyche is “the soul.” From Psyche we get “psychology,” “psychiatry” and more- the studies of the soul.

Even the word “howl” comes from the dirges of death priestesses, called “houloi” or howling. Some cultures still have old women wailing loudly throughout mourning rituals. When we eat “cereal” we invoke Ceres, the goddess of the grains. “Ludicrous” derives from “ludi,” or “the sacred games,” which the church rechristened as frivolous clowning. A volcano is just a volcano, right? Nope. Volcanus was the ancient Roman god of fire and metalworking. And today, a siren’s wail means get out of the way fast, for death is nearby. The siren used to be a sea nymph- a mermaid- who would lure sailors to their death with sweet wailing.

Need some balloons for your kids’ party? Better ask Helios, Greek god of the sun, for his helium. Need herculean men to move your piano? Well, you’ve heard of the extraordinary strength of Hercules. Enjoy the Pulitzer Prize winning novel, Middlesex? “Hermaphrodite” means “with characteristics of Hermes and Aphrodite.” If your favourite flower is the hyacinth, you can learn from the opera Mozart wrote at age eleven, taken from Ovid. It was a gay love triangle: Hyacinthus, a beautiful youth with whom Apollo was in love, was killed accidentally by his discus when Zephyr, the wind god, blew it off course out of jealousy. Is this myth what’s behind the song when Madonna sings, “Zephyr in the sky at night I wonder, do my tears of mourning sink beneath the sun?” When Michael Jackson begged for morphine to ease his pain and help him sleep, he was summoning Morpheus, god of sleep and dreams.

Even something like “boreal” forest or “northern forest” derives from Boreas, Greek god of the north. Wish your mate were more hygienic? Then summon Hygeia, Greek goddess of health. Speaking of health, are you trying to quit smoking? Invoke the god of sleep, Hypnos, to program a new habit. Do you suffer from “panic” attacks? Why, it’s just Pan, the hoofed and horned goat god. Another tempest predicted on the weather network? It’s just Tempestas, goddess of the sea storm. Tired of this sort of trivia? Meet Trivialis, the commoner goddess of the crossroads. Going for a run? Slip on your Nike shoes- Nike, goddess of victory. Looking for an aphrodisiac? There’s Aphrodite, sex goddess again. Want to try martial arts? That’s March, the god of war.

Once you catch on, you see how it goes on forever. Narcissism, nemesis, nymphomania, Amazon dot com, flora, fauna, calliope, pander, python, ogre, atlas, hysterical, echo, berserk, jovial, museum, ocean, odyssey, money, titanic…

It’s time to dust off that forgotten etymology dictionary and pick up a mythology textbook. These handy references make reading curiously enriching. The present comes alive when we look into the past- we can deepen our sense of potential and possibility.  

A Matter of Life or Myth: Why Immortalizing Michael Jackson is Just Human Nature (Part II)

Tuesday, August 11th, 2009

This is part II of “Why Immortalizing Michael Jackson is Just Human Nature”, the latest installment of Lorette’s series “A Matter of Life or Myth”. Part I may be found by clicking here.

by Lorette C. Luzajic

When a much-loved celebrity dies too young, it reminds us of our own mortality. By celebrating and mourning Michael Jackson, we are simply reenacting ancient rituals, petitioning for immortality, seeking transcendence, a bridge to the afterlife. We’re trying to appease the gods by creating a new one.

Let’s face the grim stats: we’re all going to die. And even grimmer: few of us will leave behind anything of lasting value, any trace at all. Sure, sure, I hope my poetry becomes the future grade ten T.S. Eliot, or the Psalms of David, but the chances are slim.

Most of us won’t contribute much beyond our microcosm, and that’s perfectly respectable. Our friends and family love us, and we them. But that’s not immortal. Far from it.

No one knows what happens after we die. Though most of us think we’re sure, the reality is we can’t be. And so, it’s only human nature to leave our mark in some way. Offspring guarantees our genes will move along. Or we might want to paint something that will change the world, or try to find the cure for cancer. The odds, however, are stacked against us, and so we must have gods to transcend our world into the unknown, gods who live with us, looking after us, unseen.

Today half of the world mourns a man who was loved and adored, though at times unpopular, whose simple statements of love rang profound, whose possible faults we have totally erased, who helped millions of lost, sad, hurt people, gave hope to sick children or very nearly brought them back to life, entertained us with stories and sleight of hand body mastery, a man persecuted and finally killed. And we feel him in our hearts, we feel his peace now from the pain, we know he watches over us.

I’m not talking about Michael Jackson. I’m talking about Jesus. Let me say that blasphemy is not my intention. But humans write religion as we go along- we cannot know the exact construct or name of The Mystery. The sacrifice of Jesus Christ was about transcendence, salvation, eternal life, immortality, and redemption. This do in remembrance of me, he commanded, offering up his body and his blood. We become one with god through the sacred rites of the Eucharist. Today we consume an artist’s work or image through merchandise. This do in remembrance of me.

The difference, of course, with Jesus Christ, is clear. He was blameless. Or was he? The prince of peace had some cruel things to say, despite our impression that he was the antithesis of the Old Testament’s god of vengeance. I will strike her children dead. I have not come to bring peace but a sword. If anyone comes to me and does not hate his father and mother, his wife and children, his brothers and sisters- yes, even his own life- he cannot be my disciple. In fact, we have made the message according to the peace we desire, but have never carried it out as his followers. There has been no peace in the church.

But the story of Christ is not where this rite began. Everything about a god who could guarantee immortality for us is ancient news. Bread and wine represented the sacrifice in ancient cultures long before the Eucharist. And long before that, symbolism be damned, we actually consumed the body and blood of ritual sacrifice victims, to bring the god into our own flesh. To be one with god. Their life passed into ours. Communion.

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