With the e-book reprinting of The Good Humor Man, or, Calorie 3501 by Ridan Publishing drawing closer, I thought it might be an appropriate time to round up whatever Food Police, Food Fascists, or GMO (Genetically Modified Organism) food terrorist stories are bouncing around in the news and blogosphere. After all, what fun is it to be a Cassandra if you can’t shout from your blog, “I TOLD you it would happen!”
Here’s a selection of headlines that could be torn straight from the first third of my novel:
The Growing Ambitions of the Food Police
Invasion of the Food Police
Food Police Planning Next Attack
LA Food Police Ban Burger Joints
Fighting the Food Police
But wait, there’s more!
Washington bureaucrats work to have Tony the Tiger Placed on the Endangered Species Act
about to do the perp walk
McDonalds’ CEO Jim Skinner, confederate of Emmanuel Goldstein, subjected to “Two Minutes’ Hate” for daring to defend corporate spokes-clown Ronald McDonald
Rather creepy stuff — British school bureaucrats secretly open students’ lunchboxes, photograph contents, calculate nutritional values, then send threatening notes home to parents if contents are not up to approved nutritional standards
And on the genetically modified foods front:
Farmers sue Monsanto over GMO seeds
In East Flanders, members of the Belgian Field Liberation Movement [FLM] destroy field of genetically modified potatoes meant to withstand potato blight, while in Chicago, the Organic Consumers Association protests their local Whole Foods store
October 16, 2011 will be Millions Against Monsanto World Food Day (and there’s still time to read The Good Humor Man, or, Calorie 3501 before the big day!)
Eco-terrorists suspected in chop-down of genetically modified papaya trees in Hawaii (in my book, it was genetically modified bananas that caused all the ruckus, but if Elvis had been fond of fried peanut butter and papaya sandwiches, I might’ve used papayas instead)
swimming pool at the Heartbreak Hotel
We’re now in the home stretch of Vintage Laptop Computer Madness Week here at Fantastical Andrew Fox.com. As one might suspect from the title of this post, today’s installment describes how I met my second and present wife, Dara, and how our romance and eventual marriage put a stop to my runaway purchasing of vintage laptop computers. But not before I managed to break the underfloor joists at the back of my house with the weight of my laptops.
I describe doing research with Dara at Graceland for my novel about how Elvis’s liposuctioned belly fat might save the planet thirty years from now — Calorie 3501, later published as The Good Humor Man, or, Calorie 3501.
I also talk a bit about the upsides and downsides of living in one of New Orleans’ ungentrified historic neighborhoods. I ended up the next door neighbor to a crack dealer, whose most regular customer, a man I named The Whistler, robbed me of sleep and peace of mind on an almost nightly basis. After our marriage, Dara and I moved to a bigger house on the West Bank, allowing me to finally escape The Whistler. We welcomed our first two sons into our family, and I ran out of vintage laptops to buy. Then I began feeling ashamed of myself for going on such an extended buying binge. But I didn’t have long to wallow in my shame, because just then the you-know-what hit the fan in New Orleans…
You can find part five of “Lust for a Laptop, or the Madness of the Obsessive Collector” here.
I’ve posted a new essay, A New Hope, A Different Tack, to the Articles Page. It’s a bit of “where I’ve been” mixed with some “where I am now” and a dash of “where I hope to be soon.” I hope you enjoy it.