So, nu, eat a peach

October 21, 2007

The shifting construction of what is deemed healthy has always intrigued the good doctor – not nearly as much as cataloging vegetation mentioned in the Palestinian Talmud, but no matter. New York City, the ultimate Gesellschaft, has often set the tone in this regard (as it does in many others). Fresh-squeezed fruit juice, it is said, must be thought of by one to be a crucial part of one’s diet if one wants to think of oneself as healthy. Jamba Juice, a local purveyor of such liquid comestibles, enjoys commercial and cultural success. And yet I again find myself to be old fashioned, or at the very least contrary. Not only has New York City contributed to the dreaded Dasindividuationsproblem (sidebar: is this a redundant use of the definite article?) but the crux of modernity itself has been our collective uprooting and alienation from the very soil from which we evolved 5,768 years ago. Is it not healthier for both soul and body, I ask, to simply eat the fruit from whence juice came? The U.S. Department of Agriculture recommends that we eat 5 to 9 servings of fruit a day. I have no reason to distrust such a body or question its motives in any way. As modern people our dilemma is clear: Do we dare to eat a peach? Yea, Reb Prufrock, Yea.

Famous/infamous filmmaker Brian DePalma, say what you want about him, recently made a very good point about US press coverage surrounding the war in Iraq, during an interview about his new, controversial film Redacted. I wish I could find the article that I originally read – but this one does a decent job of relaying the same transcription of DePalma’s basic point: that through a combination of government control of the press, and the desensitization of the public in the face of so much coverage in toe-tal, the horrors of war that “We the People” were able to witness second-hand while our troops were in Vietnam, aren’t getting through to us this time around. Not through the major media outlets, at least.

For anyone who cares to know more about this, please refer to the article. I won’t be going into any more details about DePalma, or Redacted. And one (probably more like two or three or more) could argue forever about what has happened, is happening, or never happened, to journalism as we know/knew it. And-and, quite Frank(Drebin!)ly, there are a lot of contentious issues surrounding the whole production of this film. I am more concerned, at present, with using DePalma’s main point as excuse for making fun of the New York Times.

It was Saturday morning…

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