June 27, 2008

Chromium Six--Again

Chromium Six has reared its ugly head again. Now it has been found in Ireland, specifically at a former steel plant in Cork, Ireland. The plant has been closed since 2001 after twenty years in operation stockpiling masses of toxins. In 2003, the Irish Department of Environment took over responsibility for the property. Since then, they have been inventorying the site, which is now a toxic chemical dump. Not the healthiest job to do.

Here is something I have heard before, though it was someone other than the Minister for Environment John Gormley saying it:

"People will not be exposed to any health risk because of hazardous waste at Haulbowline in Cork." He says so because someone in his office says so, according to BBC news.

The statement was in reply to one of the people subcontracted to work on the site who found toxic levels of Chromium Six.

If it isn't dangerous, why did they stop work? Why close the door if you're denying the horses are out? But apparently someone has called a stop-work order. Lucky for those subcontractors and locals whose job it is to pick thru the half a million tons of hazardous materials buried at the dump site. I hope someone is heavily insured. Not that insurance, or lawsuits, or settlements help when people are doomed to die of cancer because their very environment is killing them.

June 16, 2008

A Fathers Days Sad Panegyric

We live in a world of such constant change that we are sometimes left ragged and overwhelmed along the sidelines in shell-shock. Alvin Toffler wrote about this in 1970, and termed the phenomenon "Future Shock." The rate of social change leaves us suffering with "shattering stress and disorientation."

But that was back in the Seventies. Somehow we have managed to bump along without all of us shattering and losing all of our sanity. I think that is because some things change so slowly they almost seem to stay the same. These things become for us bastions of stability, almost foundations for reality, in the same way the rising and setting of the sun establishes temporal parameters. This is day. This is night.

When a piece of that foundation is abruptly gone, we look up in disorientation from our rapid-fire day to day reality. It's like that credit card advertisement, where the people are humming along like happy little machines until someone doesn't pull out the correct plastic, then everything stops.

In a journalistic world where spin and buzz have more impact than fact, and members of the press deliberately obfuscate issues for their own respective agendas, Tim Russert was one of the few who had a great skill. He knew how to ask questions. He knew how to get to the story.

For seventeen years, Tim Russert has been the face of "Meet the Press." For that weekly public "hour," he spent many unseen hours in preparation behind the scenes. Americans know his face and name. He is one of those bastions in our daily lives, one of the bricks in the foundation of American life.

I watched with sadness the news of Tim Russert's heart attack.

What a legacy he left behind. How sadly ironic that he wrote from the heart about fathers (Wisdom of Our Fathers: Lessons and Letters from Daughters and Sons, Big Russ and Me : Father and Son: Lessons of Life) and the timing of his death will forever after tie him to Father's Day.

How gracious and thoughtful he was even under duress.

They said on the news even though he did have a condition, he had recently passed a stress test (in April.) The unexpectedness of his death left me looking at heart conditions, at how much we all work and get stressed over things, and the importance of exercise, excellent diet and sleep.

It has been no time at all since my Mom died in my arms. Tim Russert's death tapped into my own wellspring of grief. I'm sure he reminds us all of those empty seats in our lives.

It's time to remember. It's time to do.
Time to remember just how short life really is.
Time to notice how much we get wrapped up in work.
Time to take good care of ourselves.
Time to enjoy every day.

We all walk in the shadow of death, so don't take anything for granted.

Enjoy your family, the earth and all that we have..

Because ultimately all we have is now.

June 6, 2008

A Little Antihistamine with my Methylchloroisothiazolinone

Theoretically, pollutants inflame me. In fact, it occurs to me that the environment itself is tired of being polluted, and it is fighting back. That's one way to look at global warming.

Dirty water inflames me. It's an allergy; I suppose I'm allergic to pollution, or more specifically pollutants. Not just hexavalent chromium, and not just theoretically either. Allergies inflame us all; it's their "job" to rub us the wrong way; and it's no wonder that we're allergic to allergens. No, really, it's what they do. Allergens are substances in the environment which cause some kind of hypersensitive reaction in us. And allergies are what I wanted to talk about, since Spring is allergy season. For centuries nature has been afflicting human sinuses with all the pollen in the air, but it's only since the industrial revolution (I think) that we've been polluting ourselves.

When we were a primitive species living close to the land, the only allergens we had to worry about were natural biologics like pollen and the common food allergens (proteins in cow's milk, eggs, peanuts, wheat, soy, fish, shellfish and tree nuts.) When we lived off the land, we knew what went into the food. Maybe there wasn't that much of it because this was before fertilizers and pesticides--and maybe the produce from those primitive farms was kind of spindly and bug-bitten-but at least we knew that the primary ingredient of our food was...well...food.

Things have changed some. Now there are so many additives in products, even when it is raw produce, that we have to double rinse off the pesticides with a special solution, or scrub off the wax. And some things don't wash off. Especially if the food we eat may be some weird Franken-fruit or crossbred nouveau veggie hatched in a Monsanto lab by a money-mad scientist. Who knows what the consequences might be to eating this stuff? And then the additives in packaged foods--Disodium EDTA, Nitrates, Formaldehyde, Glutaraldehyde, Ethanol, Methylchloroisothiazolinone . . . just their names are enough to give me hives. Not that I am advocating bacteria infested food. But really, we should be aware of the preservatives lurking in what we consume, and do our best to keep them at a minimum.

The fresher and closer to the earth food is, and the less processing it requires, the healthier it tends to be. I'm sure grocers and canners, and commercial food people would appreciate the benefit in all of our food being as non-perishable as Twinkies. I'm sure it would seem a veritable miracle for a lettuce to last as long in the refrigerator as a preserved cup cake or an Egyptian mummy. But personally speaking as a grocery shopper myself, I'd venture to say that geriatric food does not appeal to the consumer.

This reminds me of a question I just answered in my Ask Brockovich column.

I said it there, and I'll say it here. I prefer organic fruits, vegetables and protein and good clean water. When that's what I eat, my body does great. When I focus on eating the right foods which are preservative, additive and pesticide free, I run like a machine. When I eat right, I don’t have puffy swollen eyes, stuffy sinus, I lose weight, my hair grows, my skin looks good, everything works better, and most of all, I FEEL BETTER. I don't think it is a coincidence.

We see consequences of this commercial food-additive mania in allergies. So think about this when you are sneezing and coughing and scratching, when you reach for your allergy meds, your Kleenex and Benadryl--some of your physical discomfort might be traced back to additives in your food. Try eating fresh for a while, and see if it doesn't help.