Lamps in a cafe in San Juan Islands

Reality: Economics and War

11.08.08

Recently, I was discussing the difference between the current economic situation/war in Iraq and the Great Depression/World Wars I and II with a friend of mine. We were talking about how, even though we haven’t lived in both eras, they seem so different even though they are both times of war and economic crisis. We are in a war, but I don’t feel like I am sacrificing anything, and it just feels so far away. I’m not having to ration sugar or flour, donate scrap metal or tires, or grow a victory garden. We are in hard times, economically speaking, but I still have my home, my job, and food on the table. I’m not making dresses out of curtains or living life the Walton family-style.

The main difference seems to be the abstract nature of war and economics in this century. In fact, so much seems abstract, especially information, advertising, and the nature of some people’s jobs. So little feels “real” anymore (including our food–see previous posts). How might we live differently if we could feel the weight of our country’s actions? We get so far removed from issues of national debt–even our own debt–and the debt of those who have lost their lives in a war that, to so many Americans, doesn’t even feel real. How might we live differently if we could grasp this reality?

My Harvest: Part III

09.01.08

Sunday I had pre-church breakfast at a home in Seattle where chickens take residence in the backyard. I have already expressed my fondness for the idea of urban chickens, but reading “A Delicious Revolution” by Celia Barbour made me want to don my overalls and purchase some laying hens. Barbour argues that every day we eat something–something that should connect us to our natural world, but in this day of over-processed and over-packaged food, she states, “the food that crosses your lips probably bears as much resemblance to its natural state as a chicken nugget does to a barnyard hen.” She states that a food revolution is going on, and she seems to say that this revolution is one in which anyone with money and taste buds can be involved. By buying organic and local, by frequenting farmer’s markets, by growing your own food, or by participating in Community Supported Agriculture, one can take a stand about the food they are eating.

How might our world be different if we took ownership of our food, especially for our children’s sake? What if all cities had a School Lunch Initiative that replaced over-processed, HFCS-infused mystery meats on a stick, made into fingers, or put on a bun with fresh, local, nutritious ingredients, as Alice Waters has done in Berkeley, California. Granted, Seattle Public Schools has made progress
with multigrain buns, seasonal fresh fruit, vegetarian options, and r-BST hormone free milk, but could we partner more with local farmers or p-patches for some of these meats, fruits, or veggies?

Last Friday, Justin and I celebrated our 8-year anniversary at a neighborhood restaurant that attempts to use as many local ingredients as possible, and I must say, it was delicious. What would it look like if more restaurants adopted seasonal ingredients and seasonal menu? Again, I think Seattle is ahead of the curve with such restaurants as Union, Dahlia Lounge, and La Medusa (all delicious!) that make it their mission to feature fresh, local, and seasonal ingredients. But should I have to pay almost $100 a meal for two people to enjoy the delights of fresh, local, seasonal, and organic foods? Right now, enjoying a slice of an heirloom tomato or a prairie-fed, pan-roasted organic chicken in a restaurant is an exclusive treat that few can enjoy, when it used to be a routine that most Americans What about the majority of our nation’s restaurants–can they, too, benefit from a partnership with local farmers? One might state, “But then the menus would be different from month to month! But then a meal in Santa Fe chain might be different from one in Vermont!” Yes. The towns in the US might just regain some of their regional distinctiveness again, perhaps at the expense of our all-important consistency and homogeneity in fast-food restaurants and sit-down chains. Americans might have to regain their sense of taste and seasonality in an effort to cut down on carbon emissions, support local farmers, and eat in a more healthy manner.

The other day Justin and I walked to Safeway in our neighborhood. On the end of an aisle, right next to the checkout, there was a display for 10 Little-Debbie boxed snacks for $10. Each box contained at least 1600 calories, meaning a person could buy most of a day’s worth of calories for $1. But is that the type of food that we want to encourage our American families to eat? Apparently someone close to home has thought about this, because Seattle’s Columbia City Farmer’s Market, according to the Rainier Valley Post, is doubling food stamps. This means the “money” will stretch a little further for these families at the sometimes-pricey farmer’s market. Sustainable, local food should be an option for low-income, urban apartment dwellers and middle-class suburbanites, not just a luxury that a few can afford due to lifestyle changes of neo-hippies who move to a coop, rural families that still sustain themselves through hunting, fishing, and growing their own food, or those with enough money during these hard economic times to spend on quality food. Now….who wants to help me figure out how to raise chickens?

My Harvest: Part II

08.30.08

I spent a few minutes this afternoon in my garden picking cherry tomatoes and green beans. I have mentioned before how satisfying this process of planting, tending, and harvesting my own food is, but this time, I want to approach it from an environmental angle, as well as from the perspective of gardening as an innate need.

Since reading The Omnivore’s Dilemma, I have run across two other articles about growing one’s own food in two magazines: Wired and O. Wired’s September 2008 article, written by Clive Thompson, is titled “Grow Your Own” and is about urban farming and microgardening. It seriously makes me want to buy chickens. Thompson argues that this movement is not just for health-conscious foodies and hipsters, but for those that would like to tackle our world’s food resource problems. Thompson states, “a massive increase in edible gardening could help solve them….the next president should throw down the gauntlet and demand Americans sow victory gardens once again.”

I would have no problem with that. I remember my own curiosity as I watched old cartoons that featured these patches of patriotism–these front yards filled with carrots and beans, a backdrop for the roundup of old tires and aluminum cans. I yearned for my own square of earth to tend, and now I have one. However, I doubt that mine is as prolific as the ones grown during the WWII era, which produced “roughly 40 percent of the fresh veggies consumed in the US in 1942 and 1943,” states Thompson. I sense that quite a bit of canning and preservation must have been happening, as well.

Thompson argues for urban gardening for the following reasons:
1) We are facing “a wave of obesity,” states Thompson. Growing fresh veggies might encourage families to eat the recommended 5-9 servings per day, although I think the preparation of these veggies as well as several other factors are going to make more of a difference.
2) The globalization and industrialization of our food poses health risks. If we grew our own food, would we have e. coli in our spinach and jalapenos? Globalization also means that our food is coming from further away, emitting tons of CO2 in its wake. Thompson states, “when you shop for dinner ingredients in and around your home, the carbon footprint nearly disappears.” He advocates for a 100-yard diet rather than a 100-mile diet (which, I argue, is far better than the 1,800 mile average that any given food product travels to most consumers). He states that growing our own food would establish our food independence, although I am not sure how much we truly rely on other countries for our food NEEDS versus our culinary wants.
3) Planting crops in rooftops will cool cities cheaply (and, I say, provide fewer impervious surfaces in our cities).

I will gloss over Thompson’s weak connection to gardening technology–a requirement for his ability to publish this very non-wired topic in Wired magazine–and skip to my favorite part. Thompson states, “Growing our own food again would reconnect us to this country’s languishing frontier spirit.” But is it the frontier spirit to which we need reconnecting? I argue that it is a connection to something more primal (and for that matter, less Eurocentric)–the Neolithic need for self-reliance, as discussed in The Omnivore’s Dilemma.

I cannot tell you the number of times I have felt the urge to build, create, knit, grow, sew, and preserve–skills that, unless stranded, are not necessary to my existence. Michael Pollan, author of The Omnivore’s Dilemma, puts it this way:
“Isn’t it curious how in so many of our pasttimes and hobbies we play at supplying one or another of our fundamental creaturely needs–for food, shelter, even clothing? So some people knit, others build things or chop wood, and a great many of us “work” at feeding ourselves, by gardening or hunting, fishing or foraging…..something in us apparently seeks confirmation that we still have the skills needed to provide for ourselves. You know, just in case…..It may be little more than a conceit at this point, but we like to think of ourselves as self-reliant, even if only for a few hours on the weekend, even when growing the stuff yourself winds up costing twice as much as wit would to buy it at the store.” Well, we won’t even go into the cost of my knitting hobby or how little I have used my sewing machine in the last 8 years, but I agree with Pollan. Americans love to be self-reliant, but I think it’s more of a human need than an American need.

Perhaps I can relate to Pollan because I come from Arkansas, dubbed the Natural State, a land of green rolling hills where, in the southeast and southwest of the state, I have grandparents that tend successful gardens. Do folks from Los Angeles and New York feel the same tug to plant seeds indoors that I do when March rolls around? Would they get the same satisfaction from nurturing their need for self-reliance in the same way that I do when it comes time to can tomatoes or bake homemade cobbler from freshly picked blackberries? I don’t know, but from reading Thompson’s article, perhaps it would be better for planet Earth if everyone gave it a try.

Post-Headache Relief and End of Suburbia

05.05.07

During babysitting last night, I realized I was getting my Friday Headache (TM) again, so Justin and I went to bed right after we got home. For the first time in a VERY long time, we slept past noon. We slept until 2 p.m. Ridiculous, I know. I could have slept longer, but I felt like I might lose a whole Saturday. After making bacon and homemade waffles, we had a nice (afternoon) breakfast complete with coffee and organic Valencia oranges.

Although there were many things I could have done after breakfast, I wanted to watch the end of The End of Suburbia, as we didn’t finish it last night. This documentary highlighted the reasons for and history of suburbs, the peak of oil production, and the impending doom of suburban consumers and their way of life. I felt like I was a bit shaken out of complacency, yet left with little evidence of what really could happen as well as left with little to do about whatever situation we could be left with. At any rate, I think energy (and other types of) consumption should be lowered dramatically by Americans. I don’t mind paying higher prices for oil and natural gas use as I know I would conserve it more that way.

So…my day, now that my headache is gone, is also almost gone! It’s 7 p.m. and I have only been awake for 5 hours. I am enjoying a cup of tea now, and I know laundry, cleaning, and reading for church tomorrow are in the near future.

Quick Thoughts: On My Mind

05.01.07

1. I am very tired for a Tuesday.
2. Good teaching day today….I love seeing the seniors somewhat nervous about their presentations. They produce higher quality work and are much more focused. Also, my bio students are getting to be much more self sufficient at writing lab procedures. In “grading” news, my seniors almost made me cry with their touching dedication sections in the letters to the judges.
3. I want to eat more fruits and vegetables, and I want to be working out more. Justin and I took the first steps (pedal pushes?) in doing this by riding our bikes today and yesterday. We also upped our Pioneer Organics
deliveries to weekly rather than every other week.
4. I also want to live more frugally, which was further reinforced to me while watching the first episode of 30 Days, a documentary by Morgan Spurlock. It followed Morgan and Alex, his fiancee, as they tried living on minimum wage for 30 days in Columbus, OH. Dang, that was hard. And they had a lot going for them, too….I must say it makes me think our health care system and our rate of minimum wage are utterly ridiculous if you can’t work two jobs and pay for an emergency room visit.

Recent Media/Events:
Lost
Gem of the Ocean (play at Seattle Rep, directed by Phylicia Rashad)
Driving to Graham, WA to visit Justin’s dad
Lesley’s B-day party
Justin’s extravagant school auction
awesome video archive website
Watching a 1948 online video of 2 cats reproducing and raising kittens (I know, I’m a weird science teacher)
seeing Justin on our local PBS station, KCTS, on All About the Money tonight!
The Omnivore’s Dilemma

Upcoming Events:
Ogle baby sitting
Anna’s graduation May 5–I wish I could be there!!
watching The End of Suburbia
Soccer game this Thursday

I hope to come back to some of this. So much is going on!!

Incredibly Un-Incredible

04.06.07

There are some days that, with the sun shining on you in all of its warm, Spring-Break goodness and the Friday freedom settling in, make one dream. The possibilities seem endless. The future seems hopeful. I get restless. I reflect, dream, wish, think, and feel both optimistic and dissatisfied. These days make me wonder whether I am doing what I should be doing. They make me wonder why I watch so many movies and grade so many papers. They make me think about health, spirituality, literacy, creativity, beauty, truth, and justice. They make me want to DO SOMETHING. They make me think that anything is possible. This is one of those days….which leads me to my next point….

Tonight Justin and I saw “My Name is Rachel Corrie,” a play written about the young American woman who lived in Palestine for a few months to help stop the violence there. Although there is much more to this story than the play had time (and intentions) to get to, I was moved by this young lady’s intelligence, joie de vivre, passion, and conviction as portrayed by this play. The play was based off of her letters, e-mails, and journals, so it truly captured her voice, which moved me to want to act.

How does one take action in such a messed-up world? What passion can I pursue? What can I devote my life to that will truly make a difference in the lives of others? I feel like there is a secret menu somewhere with a list of world issues that well-off Americans can peruse, select the issue-of-the day, and comfortably try to make a change with the change left over from their cupholders. What can I really do? I feel like we take the easy way out when we say, “Oh, you ARE making a difference. Think about how many lives you impact each day…yadda yadda yadda.” I don’t feel like we can afford to do that. I want to concentrate my efforts–make them potent, passionate, and intense. I want to see the effects of my actions. Perhaps it is water that is provided for a village. Perhaps the malnourished bodies of infants become plump and healthy again. Perhaps I save a species, eradicate an illness in a village, rebuild a demolished city, help fight global warming, stop child soldier recruitment, or preserve a section of the rainforest. Am I naive to think I could make this much of a difference? What kind of a world would we live in if each one of us had a “pet” issue that we fought for throughout our lives? Most Americans can afford to do this, both time-wise and wealth-wise, but we don’t, and why not? Are we too afraid of what will happen if other countries don’t need aid anymore? Will helping other people threaten our superpower status? Do we just forget what our neighbors in other countries are going through? Do we find it too troubling to think about?

I am feeling incredibly un-incredible right now because I am thinking about how different–how much more passionate and creative–I could be. I am both energized and disheartened by this thought.