Wednesday, July 22, 2009

a chocolate bar that won't melt in your hands or pack on the pounds.

One of the world's leading producers of industrial chocolate and cocoa, which it distributes to global giants such as NestlĂ© and Cadbury, claims its new product, called Vulcano, is the world's first — and so far only — melt-resistant, low-calorie chocolate. "No more stains or sticky fingers," the only place where Vulcano will melt is in the mouth, because of the enzymes present in the saliva."

Regular chocolate starts to soften at 30°C (85°F), but Vulcano can withstand temperatures of up to 55°C (130°F). The manufacturer also claims that its new creation has 90% fewer calories than standard chocolate because it contains less of the treat's fatty ingredients like cocoa butter.

Given its unique no-melt, low-fat combination, Barry Callebaut is keeping the tasty details of Vulcano's ingredients and manufacturing method under wraps. The company will only reveal that the chocolate was invented accidentally, while food engineers were working on another hush-hush project. "When we realized what we had stumbled upon, it was a real 'Eureka!' moment," Tschofen says. But whether Vulcano can melt the hearts of chocoholics around the world remains to be seen. "Generally speaking, low-calorie products, particularly those in more indulgent parts of the market, like chocolate, have become increasingly popular in recent years.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

The Most Trusted Man in America

His obituary in the New York Times was well done, but this memory of his made me laugh.

"I have stood on a long-held principle in refusing even to entertain the idea of running for office. Should one who has achieved national fame as a presumably impartial news person ever run, the public is going to have every reason to question whether that person had been tailoring the news to build a political platform. The burden of credibility is already heavy enough without that extra load.

I tried to explain that to Bobby Kennedy, who was then a Senator from New York, in 1968. I had just returned from Vietnam and the controversial broadcast in which I stepped out of my normal role and, clearly identifying the material as editorial opinion, suggested that we should seek an honorable peace and get out.

Kennedy called me down to his Senate office to have lunch, just the two of us. He wanted to hear more about Vietnam but it turned out he had something else in mind. At that moment he was considering whether to run for the Democratic nomination against the incumbent, President Lyndon Johnson.

After hearing his strong views on Vietnam, which happened to coincide with my own, I fell into a trap which always lies there for the unwary newsman who succumbs to the heady narcotic of being on the inside. I became a player rather than observer.

"If you feel so strongly on the subject," I said, "it seems to me you certainly ought to run for the Presidency."

"Give me three reasons why I should run," he challenged, "and I'll give you three why I shouldn't." We discussed Vietnam a little longer and then he changed the subject.

"You don't vote in New York, do you?" he said. I said that I did.

"But then you are not registered as a Democrat." Apparently he had been checking the registration rolls.

I told him I was an independent both by registration and inclination.

"Well, that doesn't matter," he said. "I want you to run for the Senate in New York."

I thought my answer was very clever. "Give me three reasons why I should and I'll give you three why I shouldn't." Then I told him why I would never be a candidate.

I went back to CBS's Washington bureau to get ready for that evening's broadcast only to find that Roger Mudd, then a correspondent for the network, was preparing a story on the Kennedy clan and advisers gathering for a weekend conclave to decide whether or not Bobby should run.

Our luncheon conversations had been strictly off the record and I needed to explain to the Senator that the story had been developed independently by Roger Mudd with no input from me. But I also saw the opportunity to ask him for a comment on the report.

Kennedy was on the floor of the Senate but his assistant, Frank Mankiewicz, a little miffed, I think, because he wasn't in on the lunch, promised to take my request to him.

Frank called back a few minutes later.

"I don't know what this is about," he said, "but the Senator gave me a message to give to you and said you could use it only if you used it in full."

"The message is: 'I am thinking of running for the Presidency even as Walter Cronkite is considering running for the Senate in New York.' "

A few days later I was to learn again the dangers of a newsman trifling even ever so innocently in the complicated game of politics.

Dr. Frank Stanton, the president of CBS, called me to his office and sternly faced me down with a serious complaint from President Johnson that I was urging Kennedy to run against him. So much for our off-the-record luncheon.

FORDLANDIA

The Amazon has always proved fertile soil for extravagant utopian fantasy. Victorian explorers, American industrialists, ideologues and missionaries all projected their dreams and ideas onto this terra incognita, this untamed wilderness of exotic possibility.For Europe and North America, the vastness of South America was a focus for romance, discovery and potential profit, and also a canvas on which to paint a new world according to individual belief. Elisabeth Nietzsche, the sister of the philosopher, plunged into the jungles of Paraguay in 1886 intent on creating her own vegetarian Aryan republic, spurred on by the anti-Semitic effusions of Richard WagnerTheodore Roosevelt predicted the great river system could be harnessed to create “populous manufacturing communities.” 

The Amazon had a way of swallowing up dreams.

Elisabeth Nietzsche left her flyblown, half-starved New Germany to rot, and scurried home to distort her brother’s philosophical legacy. Roosevelt returned from his Amazon expedition of 1914 declaring the jungle to be “sinister and evil,” a place inimical to man. Alongside the myth of the Amazon’s boundless opportunities grew another: the jungle as impenetrable nature, immune to modernity, a world savage and primeval where each successive conquistador arrives puffed with pride, and is conquered.

 Henry Ford’s failed endeavor to export Main Street America to the jungles of Brazil. Fordlandia was a commercial enterprise, intended to extract raw material for the production of motor cars, but it was framed as a civilizing mission, an attempt to build the ideal American society within the Amazon. As described in this fascinating account, it was also the reflection of one man’s personality — arrogant, brilliant and very odd.

In 1927, Ford, the richest man in the world, needed rubber to make tires, hoses and other parts for his cars. Rubber does not grow in Michigan, and European producers enjoyed a virtual monopoly on the rubber trade because of their Asian colonies. So, typically, the car magnate decided to grow his own.

Ford’s vision was a replica Midwestern town, with modern plumbing, hospitals, schools, sidewalks, tennis courts and even a golf course. There would be no drink or other forms of immorality, but gardening for all and chaste dances every week.In Grandin’s words, this outpost of modern capitalism was to be “an example of his particular American dream, of how Ford-style capitalism — high wages, humane benefits and moral improvement — could bring prosperity to a benighted land.” Instead of a miniature but improved North American city, what Ford created was a broiling, pestilential hellhole of disease, vice and violence, closer to Dodge City than peaceable Dearborn.

The American overseers found it hard to retain employees, who tended to wander off after earning enough to satisfy their immediate wants. Those who stayed died in large numbers, from viper bites, malaria, yellow fever and numerous other tropical afflictions.

Meanwhile, some of the Americans brought in to run the project went mad. Indeed, Joseph Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness” resonates through every page of this book, as the white men struggle and succumb to the jungle. 

He never set foot in the town that bore his name, yet his powerful, contradictory personality influenced every aspect of the project. The story of Fordland ia is a biography of Ford in relief, the man who championed small-town America but did more to destroy it than any other, the pioneer who aimed to lift workers from drudgery but pioneered a method of soul-destroying mass production that rendered them mere cogs.

Ford was obsessed, among other things, by Thomas Edison, soybeans, antiques and order. He hated unions, cows, Wall Street, Franklin Roosevelt and Jews. 

The intransigence of the jungle, changes in the world economy and war ensured its ignominious demise. The Ford Motor Company invested $20 million in Fordlandia. In 1945 it was sold to the Brazilian government for $244,200.


Stuff White People Like


Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Dash Snow


Artist Dash Snow died Monday night, reportedly of a heroin overdose. The 27-year-old artist was part of the "Bowery School" and downtown New York scene. In a 2007 profile, New York Magazine chronicled his art and troubled existence. "He has been living as hard as a person can--in and out of jail, doing drugs, running from the police--for a decade." 

Snow comes from a well-known New York art family. His grandmother, Christophe de Menil, is a prominent art collector and philanthropist. 

Snow began as a graffiti artist, co-founding the (in)famous Irak Crew. The artist worked with video, Polaroids, photographs, collage, founds objects, and his own bodily fluids to create subversive pieces that were garnering critical praise at the time of his death.

How much do you like nesquik?

LV: 40th Anniversary of the Lunar Landing


Last night Louis Vuitton hosted an event at the American Museum of Natural History in honor of the 40th anniversary of the lunar landing.  Buzz Aldrin was there (how cute is he along with Jim Lovell and Sally Ride in the new LV ad campaign!?).  Whitney Port, Estelle, and Lance Bass were also there. The  exhibit was surrounded by (NASA original photographs, antique space toys and sculptures by Jean Larivière, and the Louis Vuitton "Malle Mars" were all set-up).

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Perspective

Much of the progressive blogosphere is aghast at the embarrassing Republican strategy of putting Senator Jeff Sessions, a man with a history of racially insensitive statements, as the central interlocutor of a Hispanic woman. Could they really be that stupid -- again?

Stupid? No. More like strategic. There is a subterranean agenda here has nothing to do with the confirmation of a Supreme Court justice, and subterranean agendas are what the GOP is always about.

Just as torture was not about getting information but about intimidating our foes and exacting false confessions to justify an Iraq-al Qaida link, just as attacking ACORN was not about investigating voter fraud but about intimidating people from going to the polls, and just as questioning science was not about embracing Creationism but about discrediting climate change so polluting corporations could continue their global plunder, Sessions going after Sotomayer's non-existent "bias" is not about vetting a potential Supreme Court justice.

It's about making you afraid.
It's about making the media afraid.
And it's about making the Obama government afraid.

The point of putting a "racially insensitive" white man up to question a Latina has nothing to do with bad GOP planning and everything to do with intimidation. Republicans know she's getting confirmed; what they really want to do is intimidate the White House, the media, and me and you from embracing progressive views.

So, if you're going to embrace affirmative action, feminism, equal rights, economic fairness, civil rights, -- Jesus, even empathy -- you stand warned you will be attacked. It has nothing to do with defeating Sotomayer and everything to do with discrediting what most Americans believe and intimidating us from expressing it. It's also a signal to their dwindling base -- disenfranchised, uneducated whites -- that the GOP is still the party of the cluelessly and inarticulately disgruntled.

Hence economic fairness is "a special interest," universal healthcare is "socialism," and believing in a right to privacy is "judicial activism;" all of it bullshit, but all of it useful.

That's the goal here; keeping ignorance alive so you can cajole it to the ballot box, the streets, in front of David Letterman's studio, at the local Board of Ed meeting or the commencement at Notre Dame.

Margaretagrille

"Be yourself, be pleasant, play hard and have no regrets...."- Jimmy Buffet

Monday, July 13, 2009

first 3-D digital camera


More than two decades ago, Fujifilm was one of the first camera manufacturers to see the future of photography was digital. Today, Fujifilm is one of the industry's also-rans, with just a 6.7% market share.There's one way to get back into the game: invent new rules. That's just what Fujifilm plans to do later this year when it unveils the world's first 3-D digital camera for consumers. The company hopes that its groundbreaking new gadget — tentatively named the FinePix Real 3D System — will allow it to leapfrog the competition by bringing 3-D capabilities to the masses, at the same time putting a little buzz back into the business of taking snapshots.

It was not much bigger or heavier than some conventional digicams. The most obvious difference is that Fuji's 10-megapixel shooter employs two lenses, spaced about the same distance apart as human eyes, which allow for the taking of simultaneous photos of the same scene from different angles. This is where the 3-D magic originates. When two slightly different images are presented discretely to the right and left eyes of a viewer, that person's brain combines them into a single image, resulting in a stereoscopic illusion of depth.

In the past, special viewing accessories such as 3-D glasses or stereoscopes were needed for this to work. Not so with Fujifilm's system, which offers two viewing options. One is a 3-D digital picture frame — an eight-inch (20 cm) LCD screen that directs the dual images to the left and right eyes, creating the 3-D effect. The other option is 3-D prints, which are made with a clear plastic overlay that acts as a kind of 3-D lens. 

Both methods produce snapshots in which the central subjects appear to pop off the screen or print.


Sunday, July 12, 2009

Unknown

"At that point I might just become a collector of vegetables ... and I could be a critic on waves."

Best Marriage Proposal in the World

the 90's Hypercolor is hot again


Remember when you could change the color of your clothes just by touching them? That '90s heat-activated trend is back.


Generra Sportswear created the craze in '91, with heat-sensitive T-shirts that changed colors like magic. Touch a purple shirt and leave a pink fingerprint; boogie down and your green tee would be splotched with bright yellow hot spots.

Small-screen cameos on MTV and "Beverly Hills, 90210" propelled Hypercolor into style stardom. The tees sold out across the country, and fluorescent tops bearing the Hypercolor logo became a major status symbol among school-age followers. But the novelty faded as quickly as pink back to purple, Generra filed for bankruptcy, and Hypercolor became a forgotten fad.

Until now. This time around, the trend has a more fashionable spin. The L.A. line Anzevino and Florence is making a racer-back tank dress ($84) and cotton scarf ($26) that start out aqua or lavender and turn yellow or pink. British designer Henry Holland took inspiration from early '90s Vogue photos of Stephanie Seymour and Axl Rose for his heat-activated T-shirt ($110), mini-dress ($236) and denim shorts ($150), all in a neon print befitting Will Smith's reign as the Fresh Prince.

American Apparel offers a hyper spinoff with a unisex tee ($34), and bodyfaders.com has tank tops in a rainbow of changing colors ($24.95). But the most updated version is Puma's sneakers ($65) -- if, of course, you don't mind your hot, sweaty feet dictating the color of your kicks.

Just remember: The gear is dyed with a heat-sensitive pigment, so it's washable in cold water -- but iron it, bleach it or dry it in a steaming-hot machine and your shirt won't last the 15 minutes this trend is destined for.

“I just put on clothes in the morning and hope for the best. I always think I look so normal.”





The Daphne Guinness who vacations with Oscar de la Renta at his house in the Dominican Republic. The Daphne Guinness who possesses one of the most impressive collections of fashion items on the planet. The Daphne Guinness whose clothes make her outshine people like Naomi Campbell.  

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Happy Sunday

Al Franken Shirtless And Smelling Good In '70s Flick (VIDEO)



Al Franken's been anointed as Minnesota's junior senator, but how did the former "Saturday Night Live" writer win over voters on his way to elected office? With Heavy Changes Ego Spray. Watch this clip from the 1976 movie Tunnel Visionfeaturing a long-haired, shirtless, semi-six-packed Franken trying to hit on a sunbathing lady. After his pick-up line flops, Franken takes an olfactory tip from an old friend.

WATCH:




11 points

1. 11Points.com is a blog made up entirely of 11-item lists. Because top 10 lists are for cowards.  Every list is written by one guy. His name is Sam Greenspan.  He's originally from the Cleveland area and, although this may not be evident from this website, he's a classically trained journalist from Northwestern's Medill School of Journalism. Although they never mention him in the newsletters. He loves lists. Enough to write one almost daily. He's debating why he chose to write this list in third person, he's finding it feels really forced. 

Some of my favorites..

11 things you should eat on your first 11 dates

Sarah Palin quits governership


"In television interviews she was out of her depth in a shallow pool. She was limited in her ability to explain and defend her positions, and sometimes in knowing them. She couldn't say what she read because she didn't read anything. She was utterly unconcerned by all this and seemed in fact rather proud of it: It was evidence of her authenticity. She experienced criticism as both partisan and cruel because she could see no truth in any of it. She wasn't thoughtful enough to know she wasn't thoughtful enough. Her presentation up to the end has been scattered, illogical, manipulative and self-referential to the point of self-reverence. "I'm not wired that way," "I'm not a quitter," "I'm standing up for our values." I'm, I'm, I'm.

In another age it might not have been terrible, but here and now it was actually rather horrifying."



Peggy Noonan's words hit it exactly