It’s been mighty quiet around these parts this week.
Last week, I came to the conclusion that keeping up with my almost-daily blogging while writing an e-book was going to be next to impossible.
The book is coming along better than I could have ever imagined. Having a coach makes a BIG difference. He has been a tremendous help in walking me step-by-step through each part of the process.
Last night, I made it to page 45, which I consider to be the point of no return. It’s getting DONE this time. At this pace, I should be finished with my first draft by the 10th of June. Then, I can start editing and hire someone to design the book layout.
There’s a light at the end of this tunnel!
In the News
Book aside, there were a couple news stories that I wish I had the time to blog about this week. The first was front-page news regarding the World Health Organization’s declaration of cell phones as possible carcinogens.
Didn’t I just blog about this? (links below)
Looks like we were ahead of the game, as usual. Another win for the underground.
I write it. People roll their eyes. Then shortly thereafter, it makes headlines. That’s typically how it works.
Speaking of cell phones, we heard back from Dr. Devra Davis’ people (author of Disconnect: The Truth About Cell Phone Radiation). She’ll be on UW Radio very soon to tell us even more than the WHO revealed.
Update: Dr. Davis just confirmed for next Thursday, June 9.
From the Ridiculous File…
Last year, Good Morning America sent me through the roof with their segment on The Cookie Diet. Yesterday, they did a fun little piece featuring caffeine-infused leggings that claim to take two inches off your hips and one inch off your thighs by just wearing them for five hours a day for 21 days.
Then again, SAM’s a pretty big guy in general. In fact, he’s a beast.
Standing in at six-foot-two, his size and mass are about equal to the top 10-percent of all military recruits.
I like to give SAM a hard time about his head. I hope he doesn’t mind me blogging about it.
Sometimes I wonder if there are any brains in that noggin. There are days when I could have sworn I heard water sloshing around in there!
But I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. At SAM’s age, I would imagine his brain is fully developed with a nice thick skull. But you never know. His weird habit of talking on his cell phone for only six minutes at a time makes me wonder. Dude doesn’t like to talk much.
Okay, okay! SAM isn’t really one of my buddies. He’s a figment of scientific imagination created back in 1996 to estimate safe exposures to cell phone radiation.
His given name is Standard Anthropomorphic Man.
SAM’s brain is unlike any human I’ve ever known. He has no hypothalamus or medulla oblongata (I love saying that). Nope, his brain is perfectly uniform. In the 90s, scientists poured liquids of differing densities into SAM’s plastic dome to measure how much radio frequency (RF) radiation reached specific parts of his “brain” as a cell phone is held ten millimeters (about 1/3 of an inch) from his ear. (Davis, 75)
When was the last time you held your cell phone 1/3 of an inch from your ear?
SAM may have liquid for brains, but at least he practices cell phone safety. Then again, Blackberry phones come with instructions suggesting that you hold your device at least 0.98 inches away from your body.
SAM didn’t read the fine print.
The Blackberry directive must be there for a reason.
Could it be the fact that cell phone radiation has been shown by multiple studies to breach the blood-brain barrier, leaving our noodles wide open for toxic exposures?
Or could it be that studies from various nations have shown that cell phone radiation causes DNA strands to break in animals, as well as human and rodent cells?
The accuracy of these studies can be debated for eternity. But one thing that cannot be disputed is the fact that my head is pretty darn big, but nowhere near the size of SAM’s. Nor are the heads of most women I know. Or even most men I know (with the exception of my Mom’s boyfriend).
And definitely none of the kids I know!
Furthermore, my head (nor yours or your child’s) is NOT filled with “liquids of differing densities”.
What is most disconcerting to me is that these days three-quarters of all 12-year-olds and half of all 10-year-olds have cell phones.
Children’s brains are much different from yours, SAM’s, or mine. Hang out with one for five minutes and I’m sure you’ll agree.
A child’s brain contains more fluid through which RF deposits itself. It has thinner marrow, increasing RF absorption. The skull covering the brain is much softer, offering less RF protection than an adult skull. And the child’s brain cells replicate at a feverish pace, leaving them more prone to increased replication errors.
Also, let us not forget that the lifetime exposure of today’s children to potentially harmful cell phone radiation is much greater than yours and mine.
Sounds like a science experiment to me.
In her book Disconnect: The Truth about Cell Phone Radiation, Dr. Devra Davis writes, “children’s brains and skulls absorb at least twice as much radio frequency radiation as those of adults. Bone marrow can take in ten times more radiation in children than in adults, according to reports from Austrian scientists is 2010.”
Your child is not SAM. None of us are.
Realizing the limitations of using a liquid-filled plastic head to measure safe RF levels, Dr. Om P. Ghandi, professor and chair of electrical engineering at the University of Utah, utilized a biologically based model of the human head to determine where and how invisible RF signals are absorbed. (Davis, 85)
Appearing before Congress in 2009 and referring to Dr. Gandhi’s research, Dr. Davis showed that cell phone radiation goes about 2 inches into the brain of an adult and much deeper through the brain of a five-year-old. (Davis, 85)
Despite an ever-growing mountain of evidence showing multiple problems with cell phone radiation, an alteration of safety standards is out of the question as conflict of interests abound in the committees that call the shots.
Tune in to UW Radio TONIGHT to hear more about SAM and the shenanigans going behind the scenes that keep you itching for the next iPhone with no regard for the potential dangers of electromagnetic waves, which cannot be seen, heard, or felt.
If you’re like SAM you have nothing to worry about.
She tells me when I have an appointment. Keeps me from getting lost. Plays my favorite songs. And she lets me kick some major butt in Words with Friends.
I seldom leave home without her. You can say we’re attached at the hip.
Over the last day or two, my iPhone and I have grown distant. I’m not sure if I can trust her anymore. I even cheated on her today. I left her zipped away in my backpack while I used my landline. Twice.
Yes, I have a landline.
While knowing how much my baby oozes with love and tenderness, I’ve also been well aware of the fact that she emits quite a bit of radiation.
No woman is perfect, I guess.
Maybe it all began when I heard Dr. Oz on a local radio program stating that he would not allow his kids to have cell phones. Quite a statement for a man with such strong commercial ties.
1. Did you know that most cell phones come with a notice that says, “do not hold closer than one inch from your body”?
2. Did you know that insurance companies refuse to provide coverage to cell phone companies and operators in case of claims of health damage from long-term operation of their devices?
Is my cellular love a black widow at heart?
I thought I was playing it safe. I won’t even talk on my iPhone if I have to hold it up to my ear. This is partially out of sheer laziness, but I’d also rather not hold a device pouring out radiation at the rate of two billion cycles per second right up to my brain. I lost enough brain cells in college! So instead, I use my earbuds and chat away with my phone stowed safely away in my pocket. So I thought.
Today, as I prepared for Thursday night’s UW Radio show with the author of Disconnect, my relationship was dealt a major blow.
This one was below the belt.
Turns out my pocket may not be the best place for my iPhone. I may be saving my brain, but I’m hurting “my guys”. You know, my little soldiers. Mom’s grandkids. My Olympic swim team. Or as my buddy Mike calls them: my seeds.
Turns out that there are multiple studies from multiple nations showing that men who keep their cell phones turned on in their pockets for hours a day have fewer sperm with more deformities. (Davis, 138) In fact, upon the advent of the radar, sailors would use the new technology for more than detecting German fighter planes. They used radar as birth control! Standing in front of high frequencies of electromagnetic radiation just seemed like a better idea than having a baby mama (and baby) overseas.
The electromagnetic frequencies (EMFs) don’t necessarily kill sperm. Rather, they hamper their swimming skills. With each ejaculation (skeet!), up to a half billion swimmers blast off at a starting speed of ten miles per hour with a common target, a waiting egg. Some get lost or run out of steam. Others die at sea. But as you know, baby-making only requires one sperm to reach its final destination. The best swimmer wins.
It looks something like this:
According to Davis, “if the sperm were the size of a human, a successful one would need to stay on course and swim from Los Angeles to Hawaii to arrive at its target”.
I want Michael Phelps sperm. But if I had to guess, a lot of my guys are on the injured list. And we’re a few men short.
Of research conducted by Ashok Agarwal, esteemed andrologist and director of the Andrology Laboratory and Reproductive Tissue Bank, Davis writes “men with the lowest sperm count were significantly more likely to keep their phones on their bodies all the time, usually in their pockets. By all measures, men who used no cell phones had far more healthy sperm than those who used a phone two or four or more hours a day, and those who reported using a phone for four hours or more had the lowest and sickliest sperm.”
Another of Agarwal’s studies showed that sperm exposed to the highest levels of cell phone radiation had the most deformities and the worst swimming abilities.
Before you call me a quack and accuse me of reporting merely one scientist’s findings, Agarwal is not alone.
In Australia, Laureate Professor John Aitken’s analysis of human male germ cells showed that after a little more than a day of exposure to cell phone radiation, sperm become sluggish swimmers. (Davis, 142)
In Hungary, researchers at the prestigious University of Szeged found that men who used cell phones the most had the slowest- and worst–swimming sperm. (Davis, 143).
At a Polish fertility clinic, men reporting the highest use of cell phones had the lowest and sickest sperm. (Davis, 143)
In Turkey, researchers have found impaired movement in human sperm exposed to cell-phone-type radiation. (Davis, 143)
Sounds like The Pill for men.
But before all the guys start freaking out, I must do the responsible thing and say that despite the above findings, there is no conclusive research proving that cell phone radiation impairs male fertility.
Yeah, she may be crippling my guys and potentially damaging my brain, but I’m not breaking up with my iPhone just yet. I’d miss her too much and I have zero sense of direction. Instead, I’ll keep her out of my pocket and away from my noodle. I’m sure she’ll understand. The last thing she’d ever want to do is hurt me.
Tune in tomorrow for another raw cooking (how’s that for an oxymoron?) video with Melissa and me. Then, on Thursday, I’ll introduce you to a guy named SAM.
And of course, don’t miss UW Radio Thursday night with Disconnect author Dr. Devra Davis. I have a feeling she’ll be dropping lots of truth bombs on us.
The cell phone industry’s radar is about to light up.
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