Thursday, June 28, 2007

Cancer Link Confirmed (Again!)


First, go HERE (it opens in a new window).
There's something I just don't understand, and Aspartame (or NutraSweet), the artificial sweetener commonly found in Diet Coke, Pepsi Max, Coke Zero and just about any food marketed as "sugarless", is a glaring example.
By way of background, let me tell you a story...
In the late '70s, Searle Laboratories applied to the US Food and Drug Administration for approval to market a revolutionary new sugar replacement as a food additive.
The company presented a great deal of research that they claimed proved this new chemical was perfectly safe. The regulators from the FDA that evaluated this data raised a significant number of red flags. It was clear that, at best, the the conduct of the research was incompetent. At worst, it was fraudulent.
For example, a couple of rats in one of the studies (each rat having a number) were recorded as having died, and then, miraculously, were then recorded as being alive again some weeks later.
When rats did die, they were autopsied to determine the cause of death. The rats were dissected, and tissue sample taken and stored for later examination, which would have been great if they hadn't waited more than a year, by which time, brain tissue had degraded to a point where it was impossible to determine of there had been any tumour.
The regulators unanimously recommended against approval, but the company applied significant political pressure so the FDA relented, granting "conditional" approval... the condition being that the company refrain from marketing the substance as a human food additive until such time as a further review was conducted, and new studies carried out.
Aspartame looked dead in the water.
Enter Donald Rumsfeld. Yes. THAT Donald Rumsfeld, who was appointed CEO of Searle with the specific brief to get Aspartame approved. Rumsefeld, of course, looked at this as a political problem, and was uninterested in research findings, product safety or any of the other things rational people would have concerned themselves with.
Once you take the facts out of the equation, politics becomes a much easier environment, and the way Rumsfeld got Aspartame approved demonstrated his mastery of the dark political arts.
He went to his friends in the US Congress and suggested that the problems with the Aspartame approval process was indicative of a lack of regulatory framework. "What we need", he said, "are minimum standards for safety testing, so that companies know the rules, and this sort of stand-off can't happen again."
It's difficult to argue with that position, and a Bill setting down such standards seemed certain to pass through both Houses of Congress. President Reagan, being a long time friend and supporter of Rumsfeld, would rubber stamp it if it was passed.
The problem was, that Bill wasn't going to help Searle because it would have meant they would need to redo all of their safety testing. It would cost millions, take years, and, given what they knew, would probably fail...
...which is where Rumsfeld played his hand. At the 11th hour, Rumsfeld's buddies in Congress inserted at clause into the bill dictating the compliance with the standards shall not be applied retrospectively. The Bill passed and was signed into law, which then allowed Searle to tell the FDA that its "conditional" approval could no longer be enforced. Aspartame was "approved", and approved by stealth rather than by real science.
(By the way, the bureaucrat in the FDA that gave Aspartame its final rubber stamp resigned within weeks to take up a position as spokesman for the US Soft Drink Industry. Similarly, the lead attorney representing the FDA through all the approval hearings resigned within weeks of the approval to take up a partnership in the law firm representing Searle.)
The sweetener was an instant hit, and the hundreds of millions of dollars it was now earning its makers would be put back into re-doing human safety trials for other jurisdictions (like Europe and Australia). Those trials would be manipulated to deliver the desired outcome.
For example, another rat trial was conducted, and rats were fed pellets of food that were either laced with Aspartame, or not. That trial showed NO difference in mortality or cancer rates between the two groups, and this is one of the key trials upon which approval in other jurisdictions was granted. It wasn't until years later that one of the researchers came forward with a startling admission.
When the pellets were prepared, little attempt was made to properly blend the Aspartame into the food. That meant the pellets were filled with chunks of Aspartame, and the clever rats were simply eating around those chunks. That meant the mortality and cancer rates were the same because the rats in the "Aspartame" group weren't actually consuming any Aspartame.
Since the initial approval, there have been more than 140 studies into Aspartame's human safety. Of these, roughly half either find Aspartame to be safe, or find it probably safe with additional research required. The other half find Aspartame unsafe, or probably unsafe with additional research required.
When that happens, follow the money. The "safe" half were mostly funded by the food industry, while the "unsafe" half were mostly funded from outside the food industry.
Ok. That's the background, and I apologise for the length of the story but it was needed to get to the core of this post.
Given the balance of evidence, how is it possible for regulators to continue to allow this poison into our food supply. It's been linked to more than 90 serious medical conditions including brain tumours, liver cancer, chronic fatigue, Parkinson's Disease (ironically for Diet Pepsi poster boy, Michael J Fox) and Alzheimer's Disease (ironically for Ronald Reagan). It's also been linked to reduction in intelligence and cognitive ability. And here's the kicker... it's marketed as a "diet" sweetener to help people lose weight, but it appears to do exactly the opposite.
Would you drink a Diet Coke? Would you let your kids drink a Pepsi Max?
Even if the 50/50 split in research is the reflection of some bias on either side, and the truth lies somewhere in the middle, isn't there enough doubt to say "no". After all, that's the argument the climate change doomsayers use when they tell us to cut the carbon.
I just don't understand how bureaucrats are more concerned with following rules and regulations than they are about the real job they're there to do. The FDA in the USA, or the ANZFSA here downunder, are charged with the responsibility of ensuring something like Aspartame doesn't enter our food supply.
Even more of a mystery is why, in a hyper-litigious environment like the USA, the courts haven't been overloaded with lawsuits.
Somehow, money speaks, and when it speaks, those in power and in the bureaucracy listen.
Let me tell you how to get money to speak even louder. Stop buying the stuff.
Footnote.
A few weeks ago, Coca Cola announced that it had patented a "new" sweetener derived from a South American plant called Stevia. This sweetener isn't new, and it's safe. Coca Cola's "patented" form will get FDA approval. Natural Stevia still isn't formally approved for human consumption in the USA or Australia.
Another natural sweetener with significant health benefits is curiously called "Xylitol", though why you'd want to name something natural so that it sounded artificial must have something to do with fashion. Xylitol is a restricted import in Australia.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Mind Control

The web is full of absolute gems.

I found these otters while searching for something else a few days ago.

Enjoy!

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Beached

Any of my readers who live here in Oz will know that Sydney and surrounds have been pounded by some pretty foul weather over the last couple of weeks.

Early on in the storm, a 76,000 tonne, 225m long (738ft) bulk coal carrier at anchor off the port of Newcastle (about a hundred nautical miles north of Sydney) ended up on Nobby's Beach, right near the mouth of the port.

Here are a few pics taken from the deck of the ship as the storm worsened... and I think they might explain how she ended up where she is.

You're on a very big ship. How bad can it get?


Ok. So there's waves. Big deal. This ship can handle a little water splashing over the deck.


Hmmm... ok... more than a little water. Are you sure those hatches are closed?


Shiiiite. You know when green sea (I know, it's blue... it's called "green sea") is breaking over the deck of a ship this size, you're in trouble.

Favourite Things

My most excellent friend, CAW, has a list of favourite things on her blog, and I thought it was a good idea.

Hmmm... it's a tough list to compile, but here's a few of my favourite things, in no particular order:

HEAD - The stone 'split personality' sculpture I carved at a weekend long art retreat a few years back.

OCEAN - The blue watery looking painting above my bed, and
DESERT - Ocean's 'partner', still unframed in my cupboard

THE MUZONDO - A single breasted torso sculpture which may or may not be from the semi-famous African sculptor, Joseph Muzondo, which I bought for a few bucks from 'a connection close to the artist' . If it really is an original Muzondo, it may well be the most valuable thing I own by multiples... my one and only 'art investment'. If it isn't, I don't care... it's a fabulous piece of art.

THE BIG BASKET - Belonged to my grandfather, and was used as a shipping container for fabric before there were shipping containers. It's large enough to store a body in (no comments please), and dates back to the 1930's

SYDNEY HARBOUR - and especially Balmoral Beach, one of the most beautiful places on the planet.

AND, OF COURSE, THE STUFFED CHESTER (AND ANGUS) - It's a pretty good likeness.

If I've offended anyone by leaving things off the list, too bloody bad.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Where Are My Keys?

As tantrums go, yesterday's was a beauty... scoring at least a 7 on the 10 point Trantrum Scale and leaving a trail of destruction in its wake that will take days, and perhaps months to clean up.

I was running late. The weather had been more suited to ark building than going to the office, and the shirt I'd just ironed had a stain on the last panel to go under the steam. (Why does that always happen... the shirt thing?)

So where are my keys? They're usually on the little table right next to the front door. That's a strategy I developed a very long time ago... open door... enter house... place keys on table. I know from experience that if I don't do that, they could end up anywhere.

I looked down at the designated key point and they weren't there. "Farque", or words to that effect. "I don't have time for this."

I tried the coffee table. I tried the desk in my home office. I tried the bathroom. I tried the kitchen benchtop. No keys.

So I did what anyone would do... I threw a full blown tantrum, yelling at myself... calling myself stupid, hopeless and a few more colourful things that generally indicated that I am not worthy. I started to empty drawers, push contents of the desk onto the floor, and tear the cushions off the lounge. "Ransacked" would be the descriptor.

This was a full ten minute tantie, and when there was no more havoc to wreak, I calmed down, said something like "stuff it", and headed off to the fridge for a Chocolate Royal (one of those chocolate covered marshmellow things).

And there were my keys... sitting right next to the cheese, on the shelf above the confectionary.

Words aren't going to describe the feeling.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

And Speaking Of Ghosts...

Dr J and I went to a wedding on Monday night, in the main hall of the Sydney Town Hall.

It was a grand affair... the groom was a florist so the space was filled with carnations, tulips, and more than 25,000 roses among others.
There were hundreds of people, the formal sit-down dinner... you know... the usual wedding that cost way too much money where the bride and groom, in five or six years, will say something to each other like "why didn't we spend that loot on an investment property somewhere?".
Before the reception started they had someone playing the magnificant Town Hall Organ, and I snapped the above pic on my ultra low quality phone camera.

See the ghost of the little girl?
Yes. It's real! The Bear was there.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

It Comes From Where?

This, from the Science Daily website today...

Before your food makes it to your refrigerator or even the supermarket, it often starts on a farm.

"Often"? Don't they mean "nearly always"?

Friday, June 08, 2007

Zac

That's Zac, with his favourite toy, "Dolly".
So far, he's managed to chew through my internet cable, hide one shoe from at least two pairs, bite through my thumb, and relieve himself in every corner of every room in the house.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Good 'Old Fashioned' Spam

It was somewhat reassuring, today, to see my mailbox filling up with spam offering to make my penis bigger.

One displayed an excellence in copywriting normally well beyond the skills of the average spammer...

"People judge your dick size by your shoes size. With megadick you don't have to wear bigger shoes to make women think you have a huge dick."

Um... Ok. Thanks for the tip. I always thought female pre-occupation with shoes was far more narcissistic.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

In Another Language, All Games Sound The Same

Photo lifted from worldpokertour.com without permission. I hope they don't mind.

Long term readers of these musings will know that I'm a fan of the World Poker Tour.

I've said before that I don't know what it is about that show, but it's absolutely rivetting. One just sits there, sucked into the whole circus, hypnotised by the turning of the cards. There are other poker shows on TV, and they're about as interesting as watching paint peel, but Mike Sexton and Vince Van Patten do a job behind the microphone on the WPT that's worthy of any commentary team in any sport around the world. If you didn't understand English and didn't know they were calling a poker game, you'd absolutely believe it was football, baseball, hockey, cricket, basketball, or any other game of the day. It's none of those. It's poker which, last time I checked, wasn't a sport (though it is marginally more physical than chess, which is... go figure). And the "unique" terminology of the game starts to stick in your head when these two prattle on about Rivers, Flops, Dolly Partons, Gut Shot Straight Draws, and a whole dictionary of other things make up the jargon of their trade

That's not the point of this rant though...

Last night Zac wanted to get up at 4am and there were two choices... get up, or be jumped on.

I tried the second choice for a while, but it became clear that the first was the only real option, so we found ourselves camped downstairs in front of the TV watching WPT.

Getting horizontal on the lounge is very dangerous for this bear, because I can enter alpha sleep rather quickly and external auditory stimulii can influence my dream state.

So there I was, curled up, "asleep", with the brilliance of the WPT commentary in the background, and I started creating a WPT tournament in my dream.

No. I didn't win it. I wasn't even in it.

It was as though I was still awake, still watching TV. But it wasn't the tournament flickering in front of me... it was a very diffeent game where the players were "pairs", that is, two players playing the same hand together. That led to the inevitable conflict of playing styles, a fight, and someone shouting "fuck you, you bastard, you don't even have the balls to tell me you're having an affair", which was pretty much the end of that couple as they went "All In" with Big Slick against this other team that had Six Two on Suite, Flopped a Pair of Twos, and drew a Flush on the River.

Bizarre, especially as I have absolutely no idea where the whole "affair" thing came from.
Not to worry... if you see a doubles tournament on the WPT anytime soon, you'll know you heard about it here first!

Friday, June 01, 2007

Good Guys 1 - Bad Guys 0

Some excellent news from the USA today, in the form of a Federal Grand Jury Indictment of Robert Solway. This is a name that isn't likely to be immediately familiar to you, but it's oh-so-familiar to this bear, who for ten years has been waging the war against spam.

Solway owns a company called "Newport Marketing", and he's the lowlife who harvested your email address, either by scanning websites, or by infecting your friend's computer with a virus and stealing it from their address book.

He's also the mongrel who's been sending billions of emails to you every day, cloggin up the web network and swamping mine, yours and just about everyone elses mailbox with ads for viarga, mortgages, stocks and other crap you're not interested in.

My first run-in with Solway came about 5 years ago, not long after I started my little internet company. An otherwise reputable company had been sucked in by Solway's advertising of "Mass Email Marketing Campaigns" to "Strictly Opt-In" recipients. I wrote to that company advising them that they had committed a criminal offence in Australia. You see, under a largely toothless piece of legislation called the Australian Spam Act, it's a crime to traffic in mailing lists that have been harvested by electronic means. It's the only part of the law that has any real bite, and because most of the spam we get comes from outside Australia, our Parliament added a clause which set down that so long as the recipient of spam email was in Australia, any offence under the Act, including the sending of spam or the sale/purchase of lists, would be deemed to have been committed within Australia.

That led me to Solway because it was relatively simple to suggest that, unless the company sending me the spam revealed the source of the list, they risked prosection under the Act. It helped that Australia and the USA have a robust extradition treaty, and that, at the time, someone in Texas had been arrested for some sort of electronic fraud and was being sent down-under.

Sadly, approaches to Solway and Newport Marketing to remove email addresses from their lists had absolutely no effect. This scum just kept on doing what he was doing, with utter disregard for the damage he was doing or the cost to anyone else of him doing it.

His activities got so bad that Microsoft won a US$7m civil judgement against him, as did a small Oklahoma internet provider (awarded $10m). Did that stop him? No. He just went on spamming. He couldn't give a stuff.

Well maybe he'll be a little more concerned now, because he's been charged with
  • mail fraud,
  • wire fraud,
  • email fraud,
  • aggravated identity theft,
  • and money laundering.
These are serious charges, folks, and if found guilty, he faces decades as a guest of the US Federal Department of Corrections (which, when I was growing up, I always thought was the government agency that would correct my homework if I lived in America, but that's for another blog).

If you think 20 years is harsh for sending out "free" email, think about this...

It's been estimated that about 40% of all email traffic globally is spam. In 2006, that meant around 12.4 billion emails per day. Yes. 12.4 BILLION SPAM EMAILS PER DAY!

The cost of that to the world economy can be measured threefold.

First, there's the cost of increased capacity needed in the infrastructure to make sure spam doesn't drown the web and grind it to a halt (which it almost did, for a time, in 2003). Who do you think pays for all that? Yup. You and me.

Next, there's the cost of the bandwidth consumed. It doesn't directly effect you if you have an "unlimited" web access plan, but if you don't, that means some of the megabytes you pay for are stolen from you by the spammers. It's the same as someone stealing a couple of cents out of your bank account every month, or sneaking your car out for a drive to the shops and back when you're not watching, and not bothering to replace the fuel they've just used.

Finally, there's the cost to global productivity, and here's some more of The Bear's marvelous Arithmetic in Very Big Numbers just to make sure you're paying attention...

Let's take the 12.2 billion spam emails sent each day last year, and let's assume that spam filters catch about 50% of them. For the sake of round numbers, let's call it six billion spam emails getting through each day. Let's say it takes a second for someone somewhere to deal with each email (the actual estimate, by the way, is an average of 4.7 seconds, but for these calculations, let's just stick with 1). That's six billion seconds wasted globally each day. At $10 an hour, that's around $10.7million dollars each day, or around $3.9 billion a year in lost productivity. That $10 is very conservative, by the way.

Solway is accused of sending about 20% of the world's spam, which means he's stolen $780million dollars from us.

Now ask yourself what sort of prison time this low-life deserves.