But People Are Starving in Africa!


On June 9, I’m going to try to do something very difficult…

I’m going to try to eat 25 hot dogs in 10 minutes.

That’s just a few less than this many.

But don’t worry, I’m a pro. I’ve got this.

Wait… a pro?… What?

Yeah, I know. When people find out I’m a competitive eater, I tend to get a few different reactions.

(1) How the… Where do you put all that?!
and/or
(2) Gross. There are starving people in the world and you’re doing that?! That’s horrible!!

So just for fun, let’s address these really quick.

(1) Post-contest, I tend to carry a few extra pounds. I’m ok with that. It’s a work hazard that you kind of have to accept when you’re in my position. Plus, I’ll eventually burn it off through a combination of my undiagnosed ADHD and almost-daily workouts. My metabolism is pretty killer, plus, I poop a lot…. No, you don’t understand — I mean A LOT.

I was going to put a picture of poop here, but the google image search kind of grossed me out. So here’s G. W. Bush eating a kitten.

(2)  Yes, there is a terrible hunger problem in the world. My gut reaction is always to ask “What have you done to fix this situation?” But, let me put cattiness aside for the sake of advocacy and instead start by saying that world hunger, in fact, isn’t a result of a global shortage of food.

Fact: The world produces enough food to feed everyone.* World agriculture produces enough to provide everyone in the world with at least 2,720 kilocalories (kcal) per person per day. The food production is unevenly distributed, though. So those without land for farming or money for buying are left to starve. Even in America, tons of fresh produce are sent to the landfills every year, because food banks can’t afford to get that produce to warehouses for distribution. No gluttonous Americans are eating this food. And no one is paying to get it to the hungry mouths in Africa.

Fact: Poverty is the principal cause of hunger.* The lack of resources, an extremely unequal income distribution in the world (and within specific countries), and conflict lead to hunger. Countries torn by civil war, ruled by uncaring dictators, and affected by decades of unfair foreign policies (by the US and other countries) have populations that can’t afford to buy their own food, or raise their own animals and crops. Education funding is basically nonexistent, so a better tomorrow seems hard to imagine.

To be succinct, people aren’t starving because I’m eating food from their plates.* They’re starving because we’re not doing enough to help fix the situation.
(*note: my family and friends may in fact be starving because I’m stealing food from their plates)

P.S. This is all good news. If there was a global shortage of food, that would compound the issue and we’d be hard pressed to help solve it (short of community garden projects and global rationing).

Bet I can eat 25 of these in ten minutes…

This brings me to my point — The problem is poverty, and that we can impact.

In fact, since that’s the case…

Competitive eating can help fight hunger.

Unlike this picture, my situation might actually be ironic. #LearnWords,Alanis

You see, I tend to enter competitve eating contests with two goals. For this year’s Nathan’s Hot Dog Contest, these are my goals:

(1) To eat 25 hot dogs in 10 minutes (my last year’s record is 21.5).

Ridiculous? Yes. I’m planning to compete in the Nathan’s Famous Hot Dog Eating Contest qualifier in Tempe, AZ. 25 hot dogs is my a goal, and I’m going to do everything in my power to achieve it. Plus, that’s the EASY goal.

My other goal….

(2) To help the kids of Sudan have a brighter future.

The people of Southern Sudan are poor, illiterate, and have been through way more than any person ever should. Their country has been ravaged by back-to-back civil wars that brought with them a horrible genocide. The society has been ripped apart, and the kids are the ones who suffer most.
In Southern Sudan, only 1,600 schools exist for 1.6 million children. Only 1/4 of adults are literate (and worse, only 1/10 of women). Without access to education, the people will only see their poverty, illness, and suffering continue.

I’ve started an effort to help fund schools and public healthcare efforts in Southern Sudan through supporting the Deng Ater Foundation, whose ultimate goal is to build 3 schools in 3 townships of Duk County. They also hold public healthcare and education clinics on the topics of: AIDS education and prevention    Malaria education and prevention    Guinea Worm edcucation and prevention (a waterborne illness)    Land Mine Risk education and prevention (a real result of the civil wars)

Like, for reals. It’s a thing.

They have also distributed medical supplies to the local clinic, and recreational supplies (such as soccer balls) to the local schools that already exist.

They are also working on a current initiative to drill a clean water well for the community. (You might already know how much I love clean water through my previous food-related fundraisers with charity:water)

All of these initiatives will help strengthen a community in need, leading to decreased hunger.

So this is my Dog-a-thon for the Kids of Sudan.  I will push myself harder than I think I can, if you will support this effort to help the kids in Sudan. Just imagine if all the critics donated instead of complaining. If just 40 people contribute a $1 pledge for every dog I eat, we could have a $1000 impact on Southern Sudan.

By making these contests about more than competitive eating, I’m able to push myself further than I would normally go.  I get up there at the Nathan’s table and know that every hotdog counts. Not just for my stomach, but for these kids, and their community.

I’ll bring the tummy ache if you bring the help.

Please consider joining me in this effort. Any amount helps.

http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/cardboardshell/dogsforkids

To all those who have already donated, a sincere thank you, and this video tribute:

*Hunger Facts as confirmed by WorldHunger.org

How Easy It Is, To Make A Difference


A few days ago, my friend alerted me, via facebook, of this incredible video:

Yes, that’s me they’re referencing. But in all reality, it’s a thank you for all my friends. Because over the past few months, my friends came together to help 100 people get clean water for life. Amazing, right?

All it took was someone to coordinate  the effort. And yes, that person happened to be me, but that part was made easy by the great work of Charity:Water, through their My Charity:Water site. All I did was click a few buttons to start a fundraising campaign (and eat a bunch of hotdogs and gyozas).  But that was enough to bring my friends together and raise over $2000 to help build clean water wells in places where people often walk up to 14 miles every week to get water from stagnant, dirty water sources because that’s all they had.

We're talking a world of difference.

How easy it was! How easy it was for all of us to help 100 people.

So this is my thank you, to all my friends. And my message to all you out there in blogland. Because  every once in a while, something truly tremendous happens. We can sit back and wait for that something to come along — or we can help make it happen.

Don’t wait until tomorrow. Go make a difference.

Gobbling Wieners… wait…


“How many wieners do you have inside you right now?”

Twenty-one. And a half. That’s how many. And stop saying it like that.

Let’s get this straight. I’m not  a “competitive eater.” Well, at least I wasn’t when I drove to Tempe the morning of June 11 with a car full of friends. I’m just a guy (girl) who was egged into doing something incredibly stupid by people who have a weird pride and sick interest in my ridiculous talent.

Give the people what they want.

So there I was:  about to stand before a crowd and try not to embarrass my friends and myself by choking — both literally and figuratively.

I’m always willing to take on a challenge… and this challenge was the Nathan’s Hot Dog Competition Qualifier.

So how the hell did I end up here? Well after my competitive side decided it would be  a fun idea to show a friend up by eating a 3lb burger, I started getting calls whenever anyone I knew heard of an eating challenge.  And, of course, the one I heard about the most was Nathan’s Hot Dog Competition– the big show– the ultimate competitive eating competition.

Well, ONE of them at least.

Naturally, I said no. (It would be unnatural to want to eat a shit ton of hotdogs).  But, as my friends probably expected, I was convinced to say yes. I am super competitive after all, and I wanted to know how I would stack up against the pros. You know, to answer the question man has been asking for hundreds of years: How many hotdogs can you eat in 10 minutes?

But how do you go about preparing for a competition like this?  I don’t “train.” To me, training for eating involves a weird threshold that I don’t care to cross. Plus, I don’t want any more hotdogs inside me than absolutely need to be. Digesting 21 is bad enough. I don’t need training-dogs in there too.

But you see, that presents a dilemma. In my mind, the thought of scarfing hot dogs just reminds me of that scene in Field of Dreams where the kid would have choked to death if it weren’t for ghostpa. It seems like a food that you need strategy for, is what I’m saying. The last thing I would want to do is disqualify myself by dying during the challenge. That would be embarrassing.

Probably similar to the photo that would run in the paper...

Despite my fears, I went into the competition blindly — without practicing.

And choked on my first bite.

No joke.

It was a big chunk of hot dog — stuck in my throat. I tried swallowing — nothing. I tried using my throat muscles to shift it around — nothing. I tried to take a breath — tiny squeak… and then nothing.  Shit.

So I did what any person would do. I put more food in my mouth.

Game on.

 A choking hazard. Narrowly avoided by the beauty that is wet bread.  The soggy bun and a drink of water helped to force the hot dog down into hell where it belongs. … um… I mean into my stomach.

I lost some precious seconds while choking to near death, but I’m not the type of person to walk off the field because of a minor setback.

I ate my bites differently, and my messy gulps of water may or may not have turned the front row into a Sea World-style Splash Zone. But I kept going.

And won.

Winning is like the opposite of dying.

And that’s it. The entire secret to my success. Overly-competitive nature combined with utter lack of preparation. Oh, and the ability to keep food down when people are spewing forth hotdogs all around you.

I practice by watching Tosh.0

Follow those tips and you too can be the most embarrassed and ashamed winner in all of history.

It's a combination of shame and glory.

 But hey, maybe you’ll get a free trip to New York out of it too. See you at Coney Island!
*You can also be a winner in a whole other way: Check out http://mycharitywater.org/hotdogs to find out how!

Facebook Status Games Are Stupid


Ah, facebook. A place to stay connected with friends, family, and high-school classmates you never spoke to. A place filled with interesting statements, whiny statuses, funny links, and terrible, terrible chain-updates. You may have seen this one recently flooding your facebook newsfeed:

“Send me a number in my inbox, and ill let you know on my wall what I think of you!” (sic)

And of course, it is immediately followed by 15-50 individualized status updates from the same person, purportedly fulfilling the original promise, with messages which:

1. Fill your feed with hundreds of posts you couldn’t understand even if you read them closely,

2. Are things you wouldn’t care about even if you DID understand them, and

3. (If you’re like me,) make you want to stab your friends in the face with live mice.

Well, my friend Shaya took matters into his own hands, posting dozens of nonsense updates to get back at the culprits. This one was my personal favorite, so I went through the trouble of creating a new facebook account so I could play along.

Another successful day of social networking.

Coca-Cola Hates You


Yeah, that’s right my friends. Coca-Cola.

You thought you were cool with Coke. You thought you were “homies.”
But Coke doesn’t like you.

Coke wants you dead.

Of course, it will never come out and SAY it, per se.

It’d rather play its little passive-aggressive game of hand-mutilation.
With it’s razor-sharp little ridges along the cap. It knows you have to get a firm grab and twist. It’s on tight, buddy. Oh, it’s on tight.

In fact, it’s on SO tight, that it’s not going to budge the first time you twist it. Or the second.

Know what that means? Palm pain. Fully intentional palm pain.
And once your palms are nice and tender, you still have to twist the little shank-cap again before you reach the deliciously refreshing carbonated beverage that you so pine for.

Well I say FUCK YOU Coca-Cola.

Fuck you and your intentional palm-pain causing, tightly-sealed, razor-sharp cap. Fuck you and your passive-aggressive brutality.

So shout it to the world, brother. “I’m switching to Pepsi!”

Too old for chocolate milk?! The horror!


Seriously, though. Why is her head so big?

As this gigantic-headed little girl can probably tell you, chocolate milk is amazing. Nectar of the gods, it is – especially if the Hindus have it right. (Hindus believe that chocolate milk is god nectar, right?)

MORE amazing, is drinking chocolate milk with a spoon, so you can get bits of pure, moist chocolate powder in every slurp. mmmm.     ..Give me a moment….

Ok, as I was saying — One of my favorite things to do is drink chocolate milk with a spoon. I would NORMALLY include a picture image of someone doing this, but apparently, I’m the only freaking person on the planet who drinks milk this way. — Go figure.

To top it all off.. today, I realized.. I’m too old for this.

Ok, so that’s not entirely true. I FEEL too old for this due to my diminished lung capacity. (I AM sick after all.. there might still be hope for post-infirmary Michelle) The air intake required to slurp spoon-milk is just more than I can handle right now.

I feel like a 89 year old obese asthmatic trekking up Mt. Everest.
AND. I. AM. ONLY. DRINKING. MILK.

There’s something very wrong here.

Someone get me a straw.

Solving the Global Water Crisis… in ONE YEAR


1 Billion People in this world don’t have access to clean drinking water… and we can fix that in ONE YEAR.


Want to know how? Go to http://ouroneyear.wordpress.com/ , my other blog.

This blog is for absurd conversations regarding gluttony and perhaps baby rape. My other blog is for saving the world. Contradictory? Not really, if you think about it.

… actually, yeah, I guess it is.

 

Stolen Organ — A Short Cartoon


Alex and I discuss musical instruments. And bears.

Sweet, Sweet Victory


I had just sit down to a salad when my friend Laura called. “I’m at Something Sweet,” she said, “and they have an eating challenge.”

Now, let me just say right now that I’m not a competitive eater. I don’t strive to beat Kobayashi at hotdogs or (insert name) at (insert competition). But I do like a good challenge. And my friends are, well, very supportive.

Why did Laura call? Because of Something Sweet’s Sugar O.D. Challenge:

  • 4 brownies
  • 4 pieces of cheesecake (your choice)
  • 4 scoops of ice cream
  • covered in whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and 4 cherries.
  • Finish it in 45 minutes, and get it free. You also get your picture on the wall and a t-shirt.

To put this into perspective… 72 people had tried it. 72 people had failed.

“Are you telling me to come eat this right now?” I asked.

“Duh.”

I put the salad back in the fridge.

The waitress looked at me with brief hesitation as I placed my order. “She’s going to do it. She’s going to be the first to finish it,” Laura bragged. I smiled nervously. I hate losing. And the ghosts of 72 fallen soldiers* were filling me with doubt. (past participants may or may not be dead)

The food arrived. Fuuuuu…

I guess it's kind of like a sugar salad...

Did I mention I’m not a huge fan of sweets? Because I was reminded of that fact right about now. The familiar sense of regret was creeping in.

This look is a mix of "This is stupid." and "What the hell have I gotten myself into?"

And… go!

I sliced down the tower, getting a mix of all flavors. I knew the key was going to be offsetting the rich flavors of the brownies and cake with the milder ice cream. Listen to me, ha! I knew nothing. I had never tried this before! But $30 and my reputation were on the line.

So I ate.

Oops. Wrong picture.

I trucked along at a fast pace. The key to any food challenge is to finish before your body realizes what you have done. Because in reality– regardless which challenge you’ve picked– what you’ve done is just plain stupid.  If you stop eating, or take it slow, you risk hitting what Adam Richman calls “the wall.”  And it’s hard to come back from that.

At 7 minutes in, the waitress comes over… with a bucket. “Most people need this,” she said matter-of-factly. What she meant was, “You’ll use this — soon.”

At 12 minutes in, the waitress comes over with a look of surprise on her face. “You might actually do this!” she said without hiding her shock, “this is closer than most people get.”

She took a picture. “I should have been taking more of these, but I didn’t think you could do it.”

Me neither. And I still wasn’t sure.

Me neither.

It may not look like much to you, but my stomach wasn't too thrilled about the amount left.

You know how sometimes when you’re watching Man Vs Food, Adam gets to the last two bites and stops? That’s not for suspense. That’s very, very real.

My last several bites were pure brownie goo. Thick. Dense. Sludgy. Brownie goo. I had just eaten thousands of calories of pure sugar.

Do you remember that guy in the old Yoshi’s Island commercial?

"No More." Shrug, Chomp. "Uh oh..." Kaboom!

This felt like my version. Two bites left, but I didn’t want to end up being green splatter on the wall.

No. More. Eat.

But the crowd was rooting. They wanted a victory. They even stopped their Scattergories game so I would stop choking while trying not to laugh food into my lungs.

I had to win.

… So I did. .. In 15 minutes and 11 seconds.

Showing off. The taste of the syrup made me regret this.

Victory is Sweet.

Really, Caption? We’re going with puns now?

 

Sorry.

It’s ok.

Anyhow…

I got to hang my temporary picture in the winner’s section where it sits awkwardly in an empty plot of wall.

It's lonely at the top.

Then they invited me back for an “award ceremony” of sorts, where they would present me with a t-shirt (they had never ordered any because no one had ever won) and hang my framed picture.

P.S. Thanks to Hank Knaack of The Examiner and Something Sweet for the pictures!

And, if you’re curious, here’s a video that the Tucson Weekly did while covering the awards ceremony. *Note, I don’t like being the center of attention, so I was SUPER uncomfortable for this entire thing. You’ll notice — I’m just warning you.

Woman Talk with Sarah. Vol 2: Science


We’ve entered the digital age. Enjoy this video, in which Sarah and I explore the topic of science through discussions on restless leg syndrome, snow, and dishwashing…

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