One year and one month since I last posted something here, and… it’s another damn trailer.
- Astrophysicists don’t know that much about basic chemistry (Chemistry, New College of Florida)
- So, colonialism. (History, Wesleyan University)
- Built software development tools for an alternate reality that forked off in 1980. (Computer Science, University of Bern)
- New Jersey’s rivers are really, really freakin’ polluted. Here are some easy ways to fix them that no one will use. (Environmental Science, Brown University)
- Rats like cocaine (Psychology, Reed College)
- We dug a lot of holes and still don’t know if measuring beryllium in dirt is useful, but it does cost a lot of money. (Geology, Amherst College)
- None of my p-values are significant and here are 15 pages on how that’s important to tropical ecology. (Biology, Doane College)
so when I went to post that on facebook (and got detoured by a feminist critique of the Kung Fury trailer), I saw a suggested link to this food blog which grabbed my attention with its title. There I ran across the word Burpee, the wikipedia article for which linked to Hindu push-ups which are
a form of exercise prevalent in Indian and Pakistani physical culture and Indian martial arts, particularly Pehlwani.
And the next thing you know I’m watching a documentary about traditional Punjabi wrestling. Basically a bunch of old guys complaining about how back when the Rajahs and Maharajahs supported the sport all the wrestlers were upstanding and respectable and trained and ate well, but now the government isn’t supporting them, and kids these days are watching movies instead of training, doing drugs and drinking tea (even first thing in the morning!) instead of milk. And then they start bitching about how the wrestlers don’t get enough butter, and how expensive almonds are, and how cows only eat wheat waste products, nobody bothers mixing in cotton seeds, and how much hay costs, and I feel sad.
See, Pehlwani wrestlers were fed a sort of Paleo diet: Ghee, milk, almonds, meat. Whenever I read about Paleo diets, I get a queasy sense that it’s this first-world, privileged-western fad that is economically and environmentally unsustainable. And here you have people who know how much feeding a cow costs complaining about being too poor to feed wrestlers properly and maintain their traditions.
I liked Mark E. Smith’s Audio Guide To Ripon Cathedral more than Werner Herzog’s Note To His Cleaning Lady (through which I found it). Lots of Mark E. Smith love on that site, and that sent me down memory lane. I bought lots of The Fall albums until I understood they’ll just keep coming out as long as MES is breathing.