Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
Sitting around waiting rooms exposes a person to a lot of reading material he’d proabably never encounter otherwise. Popular Science magazines are a favorite example for me. They’ve always been great predictors of how our lives will be in the not-too-distant future. As John Prine observed, “We’re all driving rocket ships and talking with our minds” here in this future we’re living in.
Anyway, the November, 2013 edition of Popular Science had a series of articles I found fascinating about some folks who are in the final phases of development of synthetic meats to replace those that came off living animals and poultry. Indistinguishable from the real item. Columbia University’s one of the places it’s happening, not because of better health, but because of the greenhouse gasses resulting from grazing livestock.
Evidently it’s so far along in getting it going they’re already producing real leather that never rode a cow for use on automobile upholstery, etc. And they’re doing well with chicken, since almost everything tastes like chicken.
Naturally, if this doesn’t happen now it well be because the cow industry went in at night and destroyed everything they couldn’t buy up and squash. It won’t be the fault of the lousy record Popular Science has in predicting the future.
Still, it’s nice to think of future generations being able to walk around in the woods without stepping on cow manure if they ever go outside. And driving along rural highways in the west not having to see a yellow sign with a cow on it to warn there’s a rancher feeding his black cows on the pavement at dusk for the insurance.
Interesting stuff, and it ought to get more interesting. Human beings ought to get a lot more violent in a world where there was no real meat that needed killing to take the edge off natural inclinations. And thus far there’s been no mention of where Kosher fits into it all. Synthetic pork might come from the factory Kosher and Jews and Muslims could start sitting down together to a nice ham instead of shooting one another.
Old Jules
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