Sun. Photo © Chad Sparkes via flickr and creative commons, chadsparkesphotography.blogspot.com

The sunscreen supplies we purchase every summer usually last until the following August. But with all the winter sunshine Victoria enjoyed and a couple of trips to the sunny prairies, Nature Boy recently found himself squeezing the last molecules of sunblock from a flattened tube.

The timing means that we can act on the latest consumer-protection recommendations about sunscreen. We can arm our exposed surface areas not just with high sun protection factor but with pointy-headed research.

Oh, goody.

The point of using sunscreen is to avoid sunburns and other sun-caused skin damage, and lessen our chances of developing skin cancer. Science has repeatedly demonstrated the connection between sunlight, in the form of ultraviolet A and B radiation, and skin cancer.

Ultraviolet A rays penetrate deep into the skin and cause premature skin aging and wrinkles.Ultraviolet B radiation makes skin tan and burn, and is more dangerous than UVA. However, both contribute to skin cancers. Basal cell carcinomas occur when genes in cells in deep-skin layers go haywire, squamous cell carcinomas develop in cells near the surface of the skin, and that old bogey, melanoma,  occurs when genes within pigment cells in the skin or eyes become dysfunctional.

Cancer happens when wonky genes start whispering tales of conquest and power to their cell. They prompt the damaged cell to divide and divide and divide again, and its identical child cells to divide and divide and divide again, without end. It’s part of the genes’ attempt to shake off the bonds of communal, cellular citizenship and try for World Domination. Bwaa-ha-ha-ha.

Both UVA and UVB rays can kick start the cellular megalomania.

Sunscreen helps to filter some of those rays, protecting our delicate dermises. Naturally, if we’re putting our trust in sunscreen, we want it to work. We rely on the advertised sun protection factor level to decide which product to invest in, and go from there.

If only reality were so easy….

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cancer society poster at Mount Douglas Park, Victoria, BC

The Thinker. Photo © edillalo, flickr - creative commons

Not so long ago, the Occupational Safety and Health people performed their annual inspection of the safety imperfections of my workspace. Armed with clipboards, they flicked the lights on and off, checked that the bookcases were still attached to the walls, and tsk’d at the four electrical cords plugged into one surge protector. They spent about five minutes in my office, then moved on.

The irony of it.

Oh, they ensured I won’t be buried under a pile of dictionaries and style guides in the event of an earthquake. They made a note to get someone in to fix the ceiling light. They even put an order in for a second surge protector, thereby keeping my computer, data and the rest of the building’s electrical supply safe.

But aside from asking if I needed a pedestal for my computer monitor, they ignored the biggest occupational safety and health risks associated with the work I do. They made no mention nor lifted a single eyebrow about how, for much of each day, I court early death.

Death by sitting….

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Ferry across Georgia Strait. Photo © JamesZ_Flickr

On a recent trip to Vancouver, a great yellow tongue of dirty air greeted us as the ferry surged into Georgia Strait. Stretching out from Vancouver, the tongue licked at the shores of Galiano and Mayne islands.

“We’re travelling right into it,” Nature Boy said. “Gotta love these temperature inversions.”

For much of January, warm air sat like a pot lid over the south coast, trapping cooler air in valleys and against the mountains. At higher elevations, the warm temperatures messed up the ski hills. Down below, in the Lower Mainland, people stewed in chill, polluted air.

And here, coiling out of the Fraser Valley, the corpse-coloured smog tongue demonstrated, on a small scale, pollution’s potential long reach. Wind, rain and pollution recognize no boundaries, and don’t stop at the shoreline, the farm gate or the border….

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coffee art. Photo © Jeremy Keith, adactio.com

Oil is the world’s most-traded commodity. This rating emphasizes our dependence on the substance.

However, I’d say an altogether different commodity has played as important a role in the development of our society. This substance has been used throughout the western world for 700 years. It has fuelled technological, economic, political and social change. It is the world’s second most-traded commodity, but unlike oil, it is a renewable resource. And we are as addicted to it as we are to oil.

Where would we be today if our forebears hadn’t started drinking coffee?…

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