Why the French are so slim

Guardian reports on what I’ve often suspected. The French stay slim not through dieting, low-carbs, or a, like, totally awesome cardio workout, but because they don’t eat as much, not as often, eat real food, and enjoy their food. Simple, really. The article is dryly witty though not without the usual generalizations. It’s also not mentioned in the article what is said in the comments: smoking also keeps you slim.

Mimi Spencer takes a look at French women’s eating habits
A recent survey conducted by the French government’s Committee for Health Education (CFES) found that eating is still very closely linked to a national heritage of consuming good food for pleasure. In France, 76 per cent eat meals they have prepared at home; the favourite place to eat both lunch and dinner is in the home, with 75 per cent eating at the family table. In the UK, by contrast, we like to eat our meals (a) standing up, (b) in front of Coronation Street , (c) at a desk while catching up on emails or (d) by the side of the M40.
Whereas the French typically spend two hours over lunch, we bolt down our food in the time it would take them to butter a petit pain. Nutritionist Dr Francoise L’Hermite believes that the French secret is to sit down with friends or family for a meal, and to eat three times a day at regular intervals. She points out that the French don’t eat in front of the television, and they eat slowly, enjoying both the food and the company. How very civilised.

In the lunchroom, I listened to two obese coworkers talk about the great new holiday drinks at Starbucks, while they drank their Diet Dr. Pepper and ate their microwavable, processed “Lean Cuisine.” Sigh.
By way of City Comforts

The Geography of Nowhere – James Kunstler

Touchstone
1993
Does what is says it will: give voice and the language to the nagging feeling that much of America suburbia, building, and way of life is a empty, hollow void of greed and consumerism. However, it’s not all a tirade against this modern world, but more a history of how we got here. Don’t look to Kunstler for the rosy glasses and small town nostalgia–his tour of major movements in American planning shows how the rot was there from the start. The main strand he sees that links us to our Puritan town planners is their break from European tradition and the idea that land and property have value beyond that of the dollar. This is what results in the splendid cultural and social centers of Europe–the Italian piazza, the central square. When land is assigned monetary value only, there can be no public places. Now, of course this changes–there’s a nice section on the design and theory behind NYC’s Central Park–but the idea of property value stays with us. Doing what you want for yourself and not for any public good has resulted in bland, anti-social architecture, strip malls that beg not to be looked at.
The bad cop to David Sucher’s good cop, Kunstler in small doses is a hilarious crusty curmudgeon (though he’s not that crusty). In book-length form, he’s a serious, world weary analyst of our particular social malaise. It was only when I read out the following passage to my friend that I realized how funny it was:

Carpentry is an exacting set of skills. Even at the professional level it has been debased as a consequence of mass production, and the number of incompetent building contractors is disturbing. At the amateur level, it is worse. In fact, the home improvement industry actively promotes the idea that skill is not important. All that matters is buying the right tools and building materials. The tools will do the work, and the materials–such as factory-made drop-ceiling kits–will eliminate thinking. All the homeowner need do is lay out some money at the building-supply store, and then take the stuff home Saturday morning. The job itself is “a snap.” All this is based on two contemporary myths: [1] the idea that shopping is a substitute for design, and [2] the idea that it’s possible to get something for nothing, in this case skillful work without skill.

For me, there’s very little exaggeration, and so I had stopped laughing some time back.
Some of the book takes in the best and worst of American cities, best being represented by Portland, the worst by Las Vegas, Atlanta, and, well, pretty much everywhere else. He’s ambivalent about Los Angeles, which can be new urbanist or hellacious depending on which onramp you choose.
Kunstler’s theories on the end of cheap oil and the downfall of suburbia should be listened to, if not heeded. There’s little chance of that these days. But being so, this is an essential book.

And my friends thought I was insane with my music collection

This so-called King of the Pirates is dedicated to collecting “a copy of every song every recorded.” But why? The answer will tickle you.

I spent the day with a guy who spends every free moment collecting music. So far his music collection rivals Apple’s iTunes Music Store, and his goal is to own a copy of every song ever recorded. Can he do it? Maybe, but you know what they say; it’s the journey not the destination.
What do you say to someone who has a digital music collection that exceeds 900,000 songs? This was the question I was pondering during my long drive to interview the man who claims he is on a quest to own a copy of ever song ever recorded. What do you say? I think the only way to begin such an interview would be to ask ‘why'”

UPDATE: As of 2005, MacNet seemed to have problems even printing the article and as of 2012 the whole site has vanished. So after the jump, I’m printing it for y’alls.

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City Comforts – David Sucher

City Comforts Books
2003

Out of anything else I’ve read this year, David Sucher’s “City Comforts” has completely changed the way I look at the world,
in particular cities and the urban environment.
It was reading James Kunstler that first put voice to my feelings about living in strip-mall America, but Sucher’s book is a sort of antidote. “City Comforts” is a guidebook to what’s right in a city (Kunstler focuses on the opposite), with photo illustrations every page from his native Seattle, Portland, and other livable cities to prove his point.
Sucher’s philosophy of urban planning comes down to three points, which he hammers throughout the book.
One: Build to the Sidewalk (Property Line).
Two: Make the Building Front Permeable. Use windows and doors to link the interior of the building to the exterior of the street. No mirrored glasses.
Three: Prohibit Parking in the Front of the Building. This is not to be confused with on-street parking, which is essential. It is almost a sub-rule of Rule One.
This isn’t just the point of the book, but a backbone. Elsewhere Sucher photographs parts of cities he likes and then tries to divine a rule from them. Some are obvious, others aren’t.
For example: Mixed-use buildings make sense at transportation hubs. At a train or bus station, why not have supermarkets and other essential shops? This is a given in many metropolitan areas, but it doesn’t seem in use here in Southern California. Bus depots sometimes have crappy little gift shops, but so do hospitals and gas stations.
Being able to go for a stroll is not just relaxing, but, I learned, in some cultures it’s essential:

“In many parts of the world, particularly the Latin nations, it is a part of daily life to take an evening stroll. There is s acomplex and involved ritual to this walk, this promenade, this passaggiaeta or paseo, as it’s called in Italy and Spain. It was a tradition in France and Britain, and in the United States, too, before the automobile spread us so far apart that now one has to drive to find a place to walk.”

Sucher titles this section “Bumping into People” because that’s what makes urban living so enjoyable. Last Saturday, for example, I had lunch with my wife, but then took the afternoon to go to the coffee shop to write. On the way there I ran into my professor from my days at UCSB outside the art museum. In the art museum’s cafe I ran into my dad, who was having lunch with my cousin and her husband, who were visiting from England; I briefly checked out the public library’s art gallery and ran into my friend Alex’s girlfriend Carla, who now works there. Finally when I got to the coffee shop I ran into Laura, formerly a waitress at the above mentioned cafe writing two 10-page papers for her class. And that was all in the space of one block and 30 minutes!
Other ideas that turned me on: Widening bridges over freeways into streets with shops (continuing the street that leads up to it); using white noise from a waterfall to cover traffic noise; allow windows to open visibility into businesses, for people watching and to see work being performed (countering idea that work happens outside public sphere).
The book is over 200 pages long and has at least that many ideas. Buy one for yourself and one for the urban planner of your town. One thing Sucher points out is that this isn’t a no-growth proposition. But if the citizens can’t point to examples of what works and what doesn’t in a city, then they can influence developers better instead of just opposing them.
In Santa Barbara, we have a little of both. Downtown S.B. is vibrant and offers plenty of strolling areas, but a majority of this is centers down 10 blocks of State Street. Go one block either way and the “urban village” experience stops. Instead we get parking lots, storage units, blank-walled office buildings, administration buildings, and no mixed use. A stroll down these streets can be very lonely indeed. “City Comforts” is essential reading if you want to understand your environment, and better yet, gives you the tools to change it.
As far as I know the best (and only?) place to buy the book is from Sucher’s web site. You might also want to check out his blog.

Netherland Media Art Institute


I wish these video clips were longer, but the NMAI hosts a major selection of video art from the ’60s on up. The database is searchable, and contains not just a lot of Dutch artists I don’t know but also people like Bill Viola, William Wegman, Gary Hill, and many more. Fans of “Alive From Off Center” and the Channel 4 show “Ghosts in the Machine” will appreciate it all.
Netherlands Media Art Institute.
By way of Metafilter

Paycheck

Dir: John Woo
2004
Some have joked that “Paycheck” alludes to how John Woo saw this film.
They’re probably right. The filmmakers take an interesting premise (from Philip K. Dick, who never gets any respect) and make it exquisitely dull by gussying everything up in cold blue techno sheen and throwing in a pointless car chase. When a solitary (CG?) dove flies out of a door for no reason at all I felt the screen should have read Copyright John Woo 1990.
Ben Affleck plays a reverse engineer who has his brain wiped at the end of every top-secret project he works on. Apparently, he’s very good at this and works at some sort of MicrosoftEvilCorp, who employs him to steal competitors ideas and make them their own (wow, just like in real life!).
Then he is approached by Aaron Eckhart to reverse engineer something so furshlugginerly top secret, Ben will have to have all of three years wiped. Benefit? Ninety million dollars. Sure, erase away.
So, three years later he finds himself with no money, the Feds accusing him of treason, and no memory of what he did except an envelope of random objects that he sent to his future self.
The film remains a run-n-chase, just instead of our hero using his brains to get out of a situation, he has a future self handing him objects. There aren’t too many philosophical conundrums here, just using keys to unlock doors…and the keys are clearly marked.
Uma Thurman turns up to play the girlfriend (Woo’s not very interested in her, or any females, as usual, or the idea of having your lover lose all knowledge of you. It’s interesting that this film came out the same year as Michel Gondry’s near-classic “Eternal Sunshine,” which takes on all these themes and ideas with 1/25 of the budget, but 10 times the intelligence and caring. When will Mr. Dick stop being dicked?

Back to the Source: Ian Nairn

Here’s an excellent post over at 2blowhards.com on Ian Nairn. I’d never heard of him until now, but his writings on London apparently would go down very well with the James Kunstler/David Sucher crowd (to which I belong). He was more of a fan of modernism than Kunstler, but still understood the essential truth that people like to live in walkable, friendly cities, not in pod boxes out in the suburbs. And this was many many years ago.
Looks like it’ll be slightly difficult to find some books by him, but I’ll start looking.