Thursday, December 17, 2009

The Near Distance




At this precise moment,
(well, not now, if you are reading this;
that precise moment has long passed)
a fire is flaring brightly in the outdoor fireplace
On the patio where I am house sitting;
Curled at my feet
Chloe is snoring in regular
Soft,
stretched
snuffs

I sit on a folding faux-iron chair
Staring at a glowing computer screen
pondering the arc of my life
up until
now.
A glass of French vodka
With floating ice cubes
Sits at my right hand.
When I was 20, there were no computers,
Just typewriters to beat
or pencils to scroll thots onto a piece of paper.
When I was 20, I would have had
A glass of bourbon, no ice,
Sitting at my right hand.

I would have fondled a cigarette,
part muse, part pose,
To add to the aura of authoring.
I smell the scorch of lacquered wood
Just before it bursts into flames.
Every five minutes or so
I feed the fire
With scraps of paneling ripped from the walls
Of the basement entrance to this flimsy house.

This place was built in a rush
to make a profit from the flight to the suburbs.
Now the burbs are dying,
Slowly, relentlessly.
But so are a lot of other things.
Like frogs and owls and tigers..

I am burning the past,
Setting the wood free
to be its component elements
Once again.
What else can I burn?
I wonder,
As I reach for my glass.

Our ‘culture’ is doomed,
Our way of life is going the way of the dodo,
Deservedly,
Were we humans meant to warm ourselves
By burning wood?
were there were meant to be
Fewer of us,
handfuls in small tribes,
Clustered here and there,
And not everywhere on the planet.
Some places were meant to be free of humans,
Forever.

I take another swallow of vodka
What else could this fire be doing?
Cooking a meal,
Firing a pot or a bowl,
Setting the savannah ablaze,
Or even bringing comfort
to a cluster of cold
hungry, humans.
The last of their
Species on this ruined planet?
Perhaps we really are meant to be
an evolutionary
Dead end?

This fire needs a tribe gathered around it,
dancing and singing and drinking,
celebrating the mysterious presence
Of those randy, frisky unseen spirits who share
This space and place with us.
Now and then I have been lucky
Enough to chat with them --
Once, I recall, long ago
on a slab of naked granite
Above the timberline in Wyoming
Staring a full moon;
And recently, on a storm drenched beach near by.
The beings I’ve talked with tell me
We’ve messed up our opportunity;
We’ve trashed our home.
Sooner or later
Gaia will shrug us off, and
She won’t weep about our passing.
Our probationary and temporary
status at the top of the food chain
Is about to be rescinded, revoked
irrevocably, maybe in a bloody spasm,

But perhaps that is only the creatures
in my small intestine
Voicing their unanimous collective opinion.
“Stay tuned”, they chant.
I should probably remind them
that we are symbiotes.
Without us they would have no voice;
Without us they would go unsung
And unremarked, even unnoticed.
Why is it that no religions
celebrate their marriage to humans?
It is a civil union without recognition.
Who am I without my bacteria?
After all, they hold me together;
There are more of ‘them’ than ‘me’.
Maybe they will save me?
Probably not.
When we pass on
They will find less a dangerous species
To share life with,
A sweeter and more peaceful species.
They will be as indifferent to our passing
As the winds across that empty beach.
Or am I merely dreaming through the vodka.

Am I unwinding or unraveling?
Does it matter?

Maybe one small cluster
of the bacterial beings in my gut
Carries a code for my re-assembly?
Perhaps they are tasked to be some microbial
Millennium germ bank to replicate me.
Nah! 

What have we done and to what end?
Why? Or are those meaningless questions
In the end?
Answers lie within the soil
From whence we came, or,
In our guts.
Right now,
it’s time to quench the thirst
of my hungry one-celled friends.
After all,
Their health is my responsibility.
Do they like vodka?
Ah, yes;
they seem to.
I can faintly hear their tiny, tinny chorus:
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Right now, for this moment,
I am a sort of god to them.
If only they knew the truth.
Next time I hear them
They'll probably be humming
"Thanks for the memories..."

Thursday, August 6, 2009

What 'Green shoots?'

Green shoots? that's it?! This is what we're getting? Can we stop with the used car salesman shtick that is so characteristic of the techno fantasists? I am sure that they have a rich and fulfilling virtual life with their Iphones and other electronic paraphernalia, but I wish they’d just practice it in the privacy of their own bedrooms. We have forgotten our capacity as a society and culture to visualize the future. Some will opt for a glorified, disneyfied techno world that seems so full of endless convenience and material fulfillment (the dark side of which is the world of Blade Runner). Others will envision a kind of happy hobbit world of endless cob homes and solar panels and garlanded children playing amongst the gardens…. What do you envision for yourself and your family and the rest of the species?

I think it’s time to worry about the ‘vision thing’ again. Yep. It’s come back to haunt us. There are conflicting and contradictory visions out there. Each and everyone of them screaming for attention and promising fulfillment. It’s too bad our President hasn’t actually ‘pictured’ the one he sees for us, except for the perpetual happy motoring in new green cars thing he has going. That’s not really a sufficiently alluring or lofty enough mission for me subscribe to, though I am sure it rings a lot of gongs out there. Barack’s a bright guy and I’m sure he’s given this some thought, SO I’d like to have him lay out a more cogent vision of what he would like to see as our national future. I’d like him to use detailed, descriptive language, and maybe even throw in a few visual aids showing us what he has in mind. It would help us to more fully understand what he is choosing to do and what he choosing not to do and why. He keeps leaving it to us to fill in the blanks, and while that’s kind of warm and fuzzy, it has the effect of merely kicking the can down the road.

If Obama’s MO continues the way it has, e.g., how he has handled the health care issue, I think we’re in trouble. He has an engaging, ebullient personality and a Hollywood smile. I think he is relying on those qualities to stand in for vision. He also has a great capacity for rhetorical flourish and inspiring oratory. His personal charisma alone may carry him through for two terms, but it sure won’t carry the rest of us for the next eight years.

“Yes, we can…” what??? Please, not more of the same!

Saturday, August 1, 2009

USofA- THE Land that forgot time and responsibility

In the arc of time as we know and define it, the presence of man is almost too brief to be noticed; and the presence of ‘civilization’ is even more brief.


TIME is the one common element in the lives of each of us; it is the sea we all must swim in. TIME is the universal carrier of choices, the mass transit for decisions. Our notions of time, whether we are aware of them consciously or not, shape who we are. What ever we do, we do in the NOW, yet what we do here reverberates into the FUTURE. Time is inextricably entangled with the entire concept of sustainability and all precepts of morality. When did you last consciously think about TIME, not time as an appointment, due date, or a milestone anniversary, but TIME as an idea? Have you ever considered the notion of Time as something to guide and shape your actions? What was your longest view into Time? Could you imagine your own mortality or perhaps your own immortality? Can you truly imagine tomorrow? Next week? Next year? Can you imagine thinking about Time from the viewpoint of being not just one individual or a member of a family but as an entity that is a member of an entire species? And part of a larger integrated web of existence?

Each of us has a time lens or even a set of time lenses through which we look at the world. Yet most of us rarely examine our fundamental ideas of time; these ideas fly under our ordinary radar and remain folded firmly into our unconscious. Becoming aware of the lenses we use and how they shape our vision of the world is a crucial component in how life unfolds for us as individuals, as part of a family, as citizens of a nation, or as members of a species. As we look at ourselves in each of those contexts, we are aware, if only vaguely, that we look at ‘existence’ through a different lens for each ‘location.’ In short, our view of the world, our place in it, and what we do in it is profoundly shaped by our sense of time, at any point in time.

Our sense of time is an essential factor in the building and unfolding of understanding. Time is both a connector and a separator; it can join us with the flow of events or keep us apart from them. Our notion and beliefs about time influence our apperception of life. Apperception is one of those meaty significant words not common in our current lexicon. According to Webster’s it means “to interpret (new ideas, impressions, etc.) by the help of past experience.” Apperception is kin to the word perceive, which means “to grasp mentally; take note of; recognize; observe; to become aware of through sight, hearing, touch, taste or smell.” In other words, apperception emerges from perception, the information given to us by our senses as filtered by our brains. You can have perception without apperception, but not the other way around. You could also argue that perception is more of an immediate activity, something that happens in ‘real time’ while apperception is something that unfolds in a larger, more inclusive time scale; it involves a constellation of time that embraces not only the present, but the past and future as well.

So what is TIME? There are lots of ‘answers’ and opinions on this. Some view time as an inherent quality of reality; while some see time as an artificial, human construct. Others view it as a shared common experience, a kind of mental sensation. Then there are those who hold that time as being much like a physicist’s notion of energy: a something that is both a particle and a wave; first one and then the other; it’s here and it isn’t. Time is all of these. Time changes form and varies in its effects depending on how you look at it. There is no one ‘correct’ answer – though I suspect there are some folks who dabble in theoretical physics and mathematics who will dispute this. In my experience, it seems that as you become more or aware or sensitive to how you view time, or how you see things as a part of the ‘flow’ of time, when you become a conscious and deliberate observer, what time is changes for you, and you change because your view of the world is changed. It’s a complicated and convoluted affair, but the view you hold of time affects how you deal with your relationships and your interactions with the tangible world all around you; it influences virtually of your decisions and behaviors. The trick – or whatever you want to call it – is to be aware of your position. For most of us, most of the time, our notions of time are profoundly unconscious.

Which Now do you Prefer?

In fact, for most of us, our base time frame of reference is what Stewart Brand, founder of the Whole Earth Catalogue, has called the ‘Short Now’…. that immediate moment in which the grain and flow of our culture is happening at breakneck speed instantaneously. We all become nailed to the immediacy of what’s happening, but if we focus solely on the immediate and the current, we are stuck in our own singularity, our own individuality. This view catches us up in the rush, the exhilaration of the Short Now. And from that perspective TIME and ENERGY are blurred, and their differences are ignored; we begin to view them in similar ways. As a result we treat both time and energy with reckless abandon; we spend them with astonishing profligacy. We seem to assume that time, like oil and gas, will never really run out, and we behave accordingly. We are all immediacy and gratification; we are all perception and no apperception.

ZOO…OOO….OOM RIGHT NOW THIS INSTANT

‘24/7’ --- it’s everywhere, over and over and all the time, the sizzle and snap of right now and ASAP. 24/7 is always, always roaring at the back of ours necks in a tsunami of things-to-be-done STAT. When you find yourself hemmed in by a stacked-up line at the check-out, how do you feel? Do tentacles of roiling cart rage begin to reach out toward that person just in front of you? Is there a little inner nag urging you to move just a little faster ….and on the outside, you find your foot is tapping, your knee is bouncing, or your hands are fluttering and just then your cell phone warbles its penetrating mating call. And you grab it and talk, and talk and talk. And speed is ubiquitous and incessant. A majority of people seem to idolize this speediness, junkies addicted to fast this, fast that, fast everything. Certainly computers feed our addictions and make them more acute and even harder to shake.

All around us the culture is egging us on to greater and greater velocity as though there is some cosmic deadline looming. For example, a recent TV commercial for a cable company is a masterful paean to the mania for fastness. The ad shows an urban couple whose guests have just departed from a party and left them to deal with all of the clutter and the dirty dishes. They are both obviously tired and just want to get their apartment tided up. In a spasm of frustration the woman says, ‘why don’t we just ‘crack open your computer and take out some of the speed’. Frantically they dump some shiny, mercury like substance out of the computer, ingest it, and in a flash they are flying through the clean up in a breathless, manic burst of activity. Apart from its questionable suggestions and the larger implications of their behavior, it is tiring just to watch them. And then of course, there is the ultimate ironic and iconic USofA fast ‘sport’: NASCAR. This is an ‘event’ during which thousands of people sit and watch cars speed around in a circle for hours.

Whether we like it or not, we carry around assumptions and expectations about the need for speed in virtually everything we do, from communications, to travel, to eating, to relationships, to entertainment, to sex, to pleasure and to pain. We constantly try to do more and more in less and less time. For many, if not most, people this is seems entirely OK. Perhaps a majority of people, in our culture at least, even think this is normal; they believe humans are just plain hard-wired for speed and that going fast may be our default setting. But if it is, we are paying a high price for it.

Not only has our physical health suffered … you just have to look at all our bloated waistlines … our mental health has probably taken an even bigger hit. Today the average American gets 90 minutes less sleep than a century ago, ‘stress’ is at near pandemic levels, and our drug use at every economic level and in every age group and even ethnic group has skyrocketed. Other parts of the world are showing their own signs of speed disease. In Latin American and Spanish countries the traditional siesta has gone the way of the dodo. And in Japan, speed and work-aholicism has led to the coining of a new word: karoshi. It means death from overwork. Here we have another label or labels, most of which feed our drug habits: we call this constellation of symptoms hypertension and premature heart failure. It costs us billions of dollars every year and tens of thousands of shortened lives.

How did we get to this point?

For almost all of civilization’s brief ten millennia, people have lived in ‘natural time”; folks did things when it felt right and made sense. In most cultures, the sun’s rising and setting made a handy yardstick for noting the passage of time in the short term, as did the phases of the moon, in a somewhat longer term. Along the way, some clever, if crude, devices were introduced to help out in the daily measuring. Hourglasses and ‘water clocks’ were used to ‘time’ events or to set limits on the duration of things, but these devices didn’t tell the hour of the day. Sundials as devices for noting the passage of time have been around since ancient Egyptian times; they were a common feature of medieval life, but there was no real standardization of ‘hours’ or ‘minutes’. You could say that these devices treated time more as waves or rhythms than as particles

Christian monks were the first people in Western culture to quantify and measure time as particles, or in small increments. As a result of their quantifying, specific ‘time’ became associated with specific activities. And these particles of time began to have a value assigned to them. Clock time took over during the 13th century when the first mechanical clocks appeared in the monasteries. Initially, these were huge, unwieldy contraptions using large wooden cogs and gears. Even though these monstrous instruments weren’t particularly accurate, they were widely used in towns all over Europe for centuries. Spring-powered clocks were invented at the beginning of the 16th century. With this new technology clocks could be made small enough for portability and were reasonably accurate. The first truly precise clock, a pendulum-regulated device that had an error of less than a minute a day, was made in 1656, by a Dutch scientist, Christiaan Huygens. This set a standard that is good enough even for most of today’s timepieces.

It was the Industrial Revolution, however, that that propelled the Western world into an obsession with time and schedules. It was during this period that Time began to be equated with Money. This notion insinuated itself into every aspect of life in our culture. In 1876, the first wind-up clocks hit the shelves as consumer items. Next, in what seemed like no time at all, factories began installing punch clocks. And, bing, in practically the second it takes to say his name, Frederick Taylor, the time and motion maven, armed with a slide rule and a stopwatch, showed up at the Bethlehem Steel Works in Pennsylvania. Taylor figured out how to measure the time required, to the fraction of a second, for every single task at the steel plant. He then proceeded to rearrange the whole process for maximum efficiency. “Scientific Management”, he stated, was the goal. “In the past, the man has been first; in the future, the System must be first”. It is Taylor we have to thank for bringing severe order to our lives. Bye, bye to natural time. From then on our natural time was stolen or at least bartered for, usually in an uneven exchange. Speed had arrived and it hasn’t stopped; in fact, it’s gotten speedier. ONLY recently has there been a conscious, concerted and growing response to the frantic, frenetic jittery juggernaut of speed: the SLOW movement.

Putting on the Brakes

SLOW is an international movement that has unfurled the yellow caution flag about the pace of everything in our lives. SLOW is not merely an action but a working and deliberate concept. SLOW is a time lens that asks and encourages us to deliberately slow down and smell the roses. SLOW helps us to enter into an enhanced apperception.

As a word/concept, SLOW has multiple personalities, or shades of meaning. Its ‘values’ or colors vary depending on its context, its usage, and the intention of the person using it. It can be pejorative or it can be complimentary. SLOW can suggest ponderous, wasteful dithering; or SLOW can imply thoughtful consideration, as opposed to impulsive reaction. In the context of a phrase like ‘slow-roasting’, slow takes on a positive patina, stirring images of warmth and careful attention. When extended into the area of design, slow is most often associated with things that are hand-made and suggests something constructed carefully and lovingly crafted.

The Long Slow Now

In the political and practical context, SLOW is more than just a stubborn, resistive, Luddite,reaction to the relentless pushiness of fast; SLOW is a corrective response. In our daily lives and culture, the most common victims of speediness are pleasure, satisfaction and participation in communal activities, such as family dinners or just hanging out. SLOW is a genuine antidote to fast. SLOW enables assimilation, appreciation and apperception. Perhaps more than anything else, SLOW is about finding a balance or, to use a phrase from music, SLOW seeks tempo giusto …. the right or best pace.

As Milan Kundera wrote in his 1996 novella Slowness, “When things happen too fast, nobody can be certain about anything, about anything at all, not even about himself.” Of course some things are supposed to happen quickly, instantaneously even. Some things can be rushed, in fact some activities need to be fast to be effective or to work at all. BUT, some things should never be rushed. Sometimes speed works; sometimes it doesn’t; and sometimes, as the saying goes, “speed kills”! And even if it doesn’t kill us, speed often blinds us. SLOW, on the other hand, opens us up to the Long Now.

WHAT is the Long Now?

S. Johnson: “The future is purchased by the present. It is not possible to secure distant or permanent happiness but by the forbearance of some immediate gratification.”

As we are reminded by Stewart Brand: “Fast learns, slow remembers. Fast proposes, slow disposes. Fast is discontinuous, slow is continuous. Fast and small instructs slow and big by accrued innovations and occasional revolution. Slow and big controls small and fast by constraint and constancy. Fast gets all our attention, slow has all the power. All durable dynamic systems have this sort of structure; it is what makes them adaptable and robust.”

This is not a plea for slowness in everything, but, let’s face it, there is a time and a pace for everything. Speed does not allow for deliberative contemplation and regenerative revision. SLOW does. Speed does not allow for seasoned crafts-manship. SLOW does. Many people are convinced that SLOW will damage the current economy, that it is incompatible with the way we need to do things for our economy to prosper. That is a very debatable proposition. If absolutely everything is measured in terms of its monetary value, perhaps that might be true, but only perhaps. Slow is not adverse to capitalism; far from it, though it does not endorse the more egregious effects of excessive materialism that we have seen experienced. Most of what the SLOW philosophy espouses – spending more time in the company of family and friends, for example, or walking, doesn’t ‘cost’ anything. Ironically this is why snarky capitalists often oppose its ideas. Such things don’t require the exchange of money; they require the exchange of different capital, one we all have in equal amounts: time. SLOW delivers the things that really make us happy: good health, a thriving environment, strong communities and relationships, and freedom from perpetual hurry.

Give SLOW a chance

Beginning to inject SLOW into your life doesn’t mean dropping out or being less involved. On the contrary, SLOW is a path to renewal. As Carlo Petrini, the founder of Slow Food notes, “Our praise of rest is not intended for the lazy or for sleepyheads, for the weary or neurotic. They simply would not appreciate it. Instead we are aiming at those who wish to listen to the rhythm of their own lives, and possibly adjust it.” SLOW is a way to add gusto, piquancy and genuine value to your life.

SLOW enables us to broaden our view of time, which in turn broadens our view of the entire spectrum of life…. in the SLOW life we see more colors and we see them more vividly; we taste more fully; we listen more openly; we have an expanded vision of what was, is and could/can be. SLOW brings an appreciation of how to balance the present, the past and the future; it lifts us out of the frantic rut of immediacy and ushers into the presence of the Long Now.

Ways of looking at Time and Responsibility

Physicist Freeman Dyson believes that each of us have an inherent sense of six different scales of time, from hours and years, to millennia and eons. Each of the scales has its own distinct psychological allegiances, whether it is to the self, the nation or the species. Moreover, each of these times sense stirs up its own, often conflicting, demands on our thoughts and behaviors. The short now gets most of our attention.

Looking at things from an operational level rather than individual internal struggles, Stewart Brand proposes six gradations of pace with corresponding sizes of time chunks that influence how we act in the world. [see chart] Moreover, he believes that a robust and adaptable civilization incorporates activities that move from fastest to slowest, and consequently from innovation to stability, from fashion and style at the fast end of the scale through infrastructure at the medium pace to Nature at the slowest pace.

Friction between the Short Now demands of commerce and ‘the economy’ and the needs of Long Now survivability sets off conflicts in this flow of activities. You can see it in the on-going struggle between business and government. For example, one of the things we seem to have forgotten is that infrastructure, essential as it is, cannot be justified in strictly commercial of capitalist economic terms. This fundamental maintenance activity of civilization must be taken on by governments and be supported by the culture. Moreover, education is intellectual infrastructure and so is science. And, as An Inconvenient Truth has jolted us into awareness, we have just begun to truly engage the still Longer Now of nature. Continuity, sustainability and perpetual renewal go hand in hand, unfolding over time. These are the fruits of investing in the Long Now.

Changing to the view of the Long Now has real benefits. As Brian Eno reminds us, “Civilizations with Long Nows look after things better.” Among the Long Now options you can choose is the 200-year Now suggested by Sociologist Elsie Boulding, or the 10,000-year Now, essentially the time size of all we recognize as human civilization, espoused by Stewart Brand. Either view leads toward a living future.

Some see Time as our adversary, while others see time as our friend. Optimist or pessimist, it makes no difference. Time has no moral or political position.

So what the F does all this mean? If anything? Well our notions of time and how they affect us personally and as a species are absolutely relevant and critical to the on-going unfolding debate about global climate change. Unless we are willing and able to start viewing time through the lens of species, we will lose the game, if we haven’t already. Time is carrying on without us. Time doesn’t need us or heed us.

It's time to kill off "Mother Nature"

Let’s look at an image we commonly use, an image we love to trot out and deify. It’s an image wrapped in layers of time, like an old fish wrapped in newspapers: Mother Earth. Charming, isn’t it? Familiar? Cozy? Comforting – sort of? We like to think of ourselves the children of Mother Earth, but there is a twisted and deeply conflicted notion of time involved in this concept. On the one hand there is Mother Earth -- a nourishing, protective figure, though she’s carrying a few years on her she’s also fat with the wisdom accrued over millennia. Mostly she takes care of us and though she occasionally needs our help, she abides, endures and embraces us for the most part despite our atrocious behavior. Most of the time, ME is fulsome and bountiful, bursting with warmth and affection. It’s an iconic appealing image conjuring up a flood of joyful, happy feelings that have a Technicolor Hollywood musical aura about them. Certainly it’s one we’ve come to love after all, it’s bound up with our orchestral-accompanied vision of Mother. It’s time to fess up; let’s face it, we’re more in love with the image than we are with the reality. For a great many of us children of Mother Earth, our relationship with Mom is, well, not that familial; it’s estranged and strained. In fact, it’s become more abusive than loving. Our daily, in-the-present, real time relationship with this particular Mom is more like an on-going soap opera. We continue act with capricious, willful abandon and through it all we mostly assume and expect MOM, this long-suffering icon, to just suck it up and keep on taking care of us. She isn’t going to do that. It’s time to put the framed photo of Mom on the mantle right next to the one of Uncle Sam; they can inspire and remind us from there, but they certainly aren’t going to save us. And part of our confusion with this image is bound up with our notions of time, e.g., Mom will endure forever, that are associated with it and the behaviors these notions inspire and endorse.

Why are we so fixated on the image/notion of Mother Earth or Mother Nature? In reality, there is no adequate or appropriate anthropomorphic image of the earth or of time. Any such an image is dangerous; it misleads and simplifies and muddies our thinking, while inspiring false hopes.

Maybe we should change our perspective. Let’s exercise some apperception here as well as perception; let’s explore some other options. For instance, as James Lovelock has suggested, maybe the entire Planet earth is a sentient being. I kind of wish he hadn’t used the word Gaia since it imparts some vaguely feminine character to the notion. I would prefer to think of the earth as sort of gender neutral or a meta-gender, uni-sexual being. And if the Earth is this sort of uber-being, it is probably beginning to consider us humans as little more than a really irritating infestation that has gotten out of control. I suspect it has some pretty unpleasant ways of dealing with us.

Of course if you are more comfortable with a benign and anthropomorphic image maybe you should consider thinking of the earth as a vulnerable entity that requires our attention. Try looking at the earth as the child. Or, if that’s too familial for you, try taking a more technical view; look at the earth as though it is an extraordinarily valuable and unique estate, a spectacular house and garden, and you’re one of the caretakers. And like most of us, you’ve been falling down on the job for a few decades. Whether parent or trustee, each of these roles require that we look at our responsibilities and that we look at time differently.

Choose an image; choose a role: Be a parent or a trustee or a louse. Depending on my frame of mind, I can imagine myself as all three.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Is that a flock of black swans I see, or is it merely a clutch of grey-crested canaries?

Perhaps because it’s summer we have succumbed to a kind of somnambulant stupor. As usual. We seem to be caught up in a mind-numbing holding pattern of raucous and noisy inaction by our politicians, from the top on down. Once again there’s a cacophonous continuation of the same-old-same-old pattern of life in the USofA. On the one hand, we’ve got the micro-partisan politics of such distractions as “Obama ain’t got a fucking birth certificate”, and “What did you mean by that ‘wise latina’ remark?”, and on the other hand, we’ve got the macro-economic politics of “fixing the system” from the not-changing the rules on Wall Street to the not-changing the rules on health care. The weather for both remains unsettled with drizzle and occasional hot, gusty winds. No matter how we often and loudly we as citizens shout for action and change everything remains the same. No one, entrenched in a position of political power is willing to propose substantive change unless their ‘seat’ is secure. And with rare exceptions, nearly everyone is convinced the that game as it has been played up to now, is not only the best game ever, but that it can go on like this forever. They want to believe, and they want us to believe not only that the system can be adjusted --- notice all those ‘green shoots’ --- but that it will be adjusted and the future will come up roses everywhere, sans thorns, of course, and money, dandy, dandy green stuff will be flowing freely and endlessly from the big rock candy mountain. As evidence: just look, the stock market has gone back up 9000! Soon it’ll hit 12,000 again and all of your ‘losses’ will be recouped.

I would like to join their chorus, imbibe their kool ade, maybe even gather up some of the kool kash, and nod smilingly, but I can’t. Maybe it’s just some innate contrary, ornery bleakness of spirit that holds me back. But I read the tea leaves differently. I certainly don’t have a plan for myself or anyone else to follow, but get f’in real, guys! Toto is someone’s road kill plat du jour and we aren’t in Kansas anymore. The patterns and practices of the past 20 years can’t just be retuned, readjusted and replayed to provide us with more bloated excess. Unless you’re high on White House Wall Street Fangel Dust you cannot make the numbers add up. The resources just do not exist. And actually, why the fuck would we want a repeat performance of the late 90s anyway? Please, spare us the tacky encores and sequels. Please, no “The Billy C. Boom Years Redux.”

I don’t have a doomsday outlook exactly, I just can’t imagine and seriously don’t want a techno-hooked culture coked up on ceaseless, mindless entertainment, mobility and consumption. Why would anyone think this is a desirable future? In the USofA we are enthralled by the visions of prosperity and the “good life” that the corporate spinners and their political lackies drool out at us out 24/7. Most of us are dazzled by the glitz and glamour; we’re sucked in by the sexy gratification that seems to be available to any or all of us if we just work harder, get fabulously lucky, or just have a bigger credit line. We are smitten and addicted to the ready availability of anything and everything from everywhere. Just look at the settings and circumstances of TV shows like “Burn Notice” (set in swanky Miami) and movies like the James Bond series which are awash in glorified luxury and privilege. We want it and we want it now. And the beat goes on.

Given the persistent and pervasive selling of Americus Triumphus even now, the ironic fallacy of our “business as usual” practices still doesn’t seem to have gotten through to those who game the system. And why would it? The scum floating at the top remain relatively unaffected by the overall state of decline. After all, less for others means more for them. In fact, many of them are reaping even greater profits from the misfortune of others than before the tanking. The foxy ones are just a little less blatant about displaying their accumulated avarice. And so, with some carefully re-adjusted PR, the fleecing continues. Even our President seems to have joined the cheerleading squad. True, there has been some readjustment of expectations downward in some places, but most of the people I meet seem to believe that all of “this current dip” is just a “temporary condition” and soon everything will get back to “normal”. But no matter how they spin it, and despite the stock market, a wholly owned subsidiary of mega-banks, and their affiliated brokerage houses by the way, the current financial and economic climate is a definite and continuing downer for most folks in the USofA. And as of yet there is no real public outcry. The monarchs of old France should have been so fortunate. At least then they would have kept their heads.

Despite the attempts by our ‘national leaders’ to paint over the graffiti on the planet’s walls, there is little doubt that our world, this ‘little blue planet’ that we inhabit is in crisis. At the rate we’re going, this little blue planet is more likely to to be “this shitty brown planet” awfully fucking soon. Why does our nation continue to ignore not only its profligate affluence, but also its moral hazard? I probably shouldn’t pose questions in quite that way; It’s scolding and preachy and ultimately ineffective. Low church stuff really. But, on the other hand, why not? The questions remain legitimate and connected.

Looking at the facts, there is no doubt that those of us who live in the USofA are the beneficiaries of the labor and the resources of billions of poor people elsewhere in the world. (Note the oft repeated and oft confirmed stat: 4% of the world’s people devouring 27% of the world’s resources.) Billions of our fellow humans may be in a crisis of food deprivation, polluted water and chronic disease; ours is a crisis of too much affluence and convenience, lack of moral fiber and erosion of spirit. We live at the top of the food and resource chain, the very top. We benefit from resources ripped from places around the globe and yet for all our sophistication and glittery technology we live in a country that is perhaps the most smug, provincial and parochial place on the planet. We are not a civilized nation of culture. We’re a rag tag hot pot of corrupt venal corporations, chiseling, servile accountants and spineless voracious “consumer groups”. We are, in the words of NY Times columnist David Brooks, a “boob-ochracy”. What little actual news we receive from our major ‘national media’ is slanted and meager; the bulk of the ‘news’ fawns on celebrity (including politics), sucks up to sports and absolutely ejaculates about money. What happens in the rest of the world is an after-thought, way after. Out of sight, out of mind. So long as the oil keeps flowing, the food is cheap and always available, starlets show their shaved and shiny pubes, the stock market keeps rising and there aren’t “‘merican tourists” being hassled somewhere or beheaded too often, we really don’t want to know what’s going on “over there.” Ain’t patriotism grand?

Most Americans seem to have an aversion to being exposed to “bad news”. They certainly have an aversion to “seeing” unpleasant images. It has always amused me that devout Christians have no difficulty hanging gory images of the crucified and bleeding Christ in their places of worship, but complain about real images of mayhem, maiming and violence being shown in the media. Yeah I know that Evangelicals tend to sanitize everything down to actually removing Christ from the cross altogether and merely raising a slick minimalist symbol instead. That may be an even worse hypocrisy. Anyway. They carry on about how these images will “damage the children”. Do American kids in particular have the most tender and fragile psyches of any living creatures on the planet or what? We certainly wouldn’t want them to know the truth about the effects their excessively affluent lifestyles have on the rest of the planet’s peoples and environment now would we? It might “damage the children” if they saw how almost everything they take for granted and expect to be there for them in their lives rides on the backs of billions of people who are virtually slaves; it might damage the children if they learned the truth about how their toys and gadgets actually float on the skin of cheap oil and decimated landscapes and societies. It might interrupt their texting about their next blow job. Given the circumstances, many of them violent, that have led to and maintain our affluence, it is easy to come to the conclusion that the whole rotten mass of corporate USofA is corrupt and, ultimately, unstable. Many of us believe that the whole system is destined for a nasty, nasty unraveling.

Recently in Orion, one of our leading ‘environmental’ magazines, there was a piece by Derrick Jensen. Derrick is a deft and ardent advocate for the ‘environment’. In his article, “Taking Shorter Showers….. Jensen laid out the case that individual, personal actions, like recycling, taking shorter showers, eating only locally grown foods, and vermiculture, are insufficient in themselves to changing the inexorable decline of the planet. Jensen maintains that these behaviors however well-intentioned are almost inconsequential in stopping or reversing the rape and sodomy our national lifestyle in forcing on the planet. Certainly these solo acts of responsible behavior are worth doing, and they provide the actors with a sense of accomplishment perhaps, and so they should continue, but in the long-run we shouldn’t expect that these activities alone are going to make the changes we need to make to save ourselves and the planet. Moreover, as Jensen reminds us, playing nice-nice with those in power isn’t going to work either. The corporate/congress/cabal has an agenda, a schedule and a play book with personnel capable of out-foxing, out-spending and out-maneuvering even the most determined of environmental activists who follow the usual namby-pamby, soft-gloves, hand-in-hand practices. ‘Working with’ the powers in charge accomplishes very little, despite some much bally-hooed successes, most of which are, in the end, minor. Mutual genital manipulation feels good and may even make pretty good photo ops, but it doesn’t really alter the fundamental practices of corporate/gov’t rapine. If the powers in charge feel threatened enough, they will always fall back on their means of last resort: intimidation and violence. Those in power may propose ‘solutions’ to global climate change, but these solutions are in the end shell games that will accomplish little of substance will but do much to further line the pockets of big corporations. The ‘solutions’ to global climate change are not going to come from those with ‘profit’ as their primary and mandated legal mission.

There are some small-scale alternatives to government/corporate programs. Permaculture is one of them advocated by a dedicated cadre of believers. There is certainly every reason to practice permaculture or to start practicing it if you aren’t already; it’s a fantastic way of working with the world and in the world. It’s a gentle, embracing life-affirming path and maybe, one day, there will be a permaculture world of collective harmony and plenty. It’s a wonderful goal to work towards. Embrace it whole-heartedly. But it’s a slow slog and it requires the cooperation of virtually everyone to make it work on a large scale with genuine effectiveness. Soldier on by all means, just don’t expect miraculous and instantaneous societal transformation as you impart to others the good news.

I’ve tried to imagine a cadre of militant permaculturalists, but that would be antithetical to their fundamental principles. Besides it would raise all those screeching cries of ‘environmental fascism” from all those corporate Nazis. The snuggly permaculturalists I’ve met are more likely to be the hobbits in the next Lord of the Rings, (subtitled “The Descent of Everything”) and if we and they are lucky enough to have a fairy tale ending like that particular saga, more power to them. Don’t hold your breath.
The reality is that while permaculture can be an answer to all that is ruinous in our life styles, maybe even the answer in the long-now, in the short-now, it isn’t. Mostly it isn’t because it isn’t a short-now solution, it isn’t a fast solution, and right now we need some of those. And some of those fast solutions will likely provoke ‘violent’ reactions. Permaculture isn’t prepared for that.

The ‘Transition’ movement is another admirable, appealing and site-specifically effective approach to our current conditions. Except for its occasional touchy-feely exercises that some people find a bit cloying, it’s overall emphasis on community actions, re-skilling and cooperative endeavors is terrific. Transition encourages encourages people to find their own targets and develop their own ways of hitting them. It’s an empowering and engaging enterprise that has already attracted advocates and practitioners around the world. The capacity of the Transition Town folks to mobilize communities into taking at least some direct actions towards managing and controlling their own futures is marvelous to watch. They are having some noticeable successes and are producing results. One particular highlight is the work Transition has done in Totnes, Great Britain. The quality and breadth of the studies and proposals that have come out of their efforts far surpasses the work of most professional experts who usually have a corporate or governmental client to assuage.

In the USofA, it seems to me that the most important achievements of the Transition movement have been in the areas of raising community and individual awareness of the current conditions of global climate change and peak oil. Bringing these subjects out into a public forum for discussion always has a positive impact. As these real conversations about the world around us have proceeded, many people have been inspired to undertake studies of their own local circumstances and suggest action plans that may lead to greater community resilience and self-sufficiency. Again, plaudits all around for Transition Town. Keep on keeping on! But once again, like permaculture, out of which Transition was spawned, Transition may be too slow and too gentle for getting the job done that needs to be done now. No one wants a nasty, violent, Road Warrior-like devolution of life style and societal integrity in the USofA, but no one seems to be preparing realistically for anything else.
So what’s next? Is the sky falling? ……… ummm, yes. Stay tuned. And pass me that glass please.

Monday, March 2, 2009

An early Spring



It’s only been a couple of days since I put two little stems of Cornellian Cherry (Cornus mas) into water and already they’re about to pop. I took them from a lone tree in a cemetery not far from here. This morning most of the buds were still clenched into bitty fists, but now, at around 8 in the evening, they’ve unflexed. Sesame seed-sized clusters of gold are beginning to jut up and out of their encasing scales. Perhaps during the night the flowers will spill out and in the morning I will be greeted by more than three-dozen perfect, pointalist suns. If so, Spring will have come to my kitchen table.



Ta-da! ( 2 1/2 days later--- so I was off by a few hours.)

Friday, February 27, 2009

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Imagine that it's calm ......

I'm not entirely sure I am awake, but I am moving around. It’s a brisk, though sunny day in Providence, Rhode Island, Ocean State UsofA. Though the air temperature is in the high 30s, on the ground the temperature is still well below freezing—the puddles are skimmed over with a thin crust of ice. We are in that month-long waiting period prior to the thaw that will initiate Spring in New England. Beginning tomorrow I fully expect the backyard to be mud for a while. I enjoy carefully considering the mundane things in my world these days. It can be soothing.

Today the bazaar of human interaction and commerce seems oddly quiescent. My mental state is, however, darkly astir. Various notions and data float and blend, morphing into new globules as the day drifts along. My spirit is aimless and not fully engaged. Everything seems elusive. I have little or no grasp of ideas or feelings and my focus flits from one place, one thought, one kernel of information, one sensation to another. I am tempted to retreat into my large walk-in closet where I have set up the drafting table. But some part of me is resisting that urge. Maybe I need the sunlight of the living room or just a larger envelope of space around me. I am wrapped in gooey, suspended animation.

TO simulate order I feed the dog, make a cup of tea and sit down at the computer. After leafing through my email I go hunting for tracks or fecal droppings in the electron desert left by passing data camels. I am looking for signs that might indicate the source of my dis-ease and anxiety. I soon discover scattered pools of information hidden in the hollows and clefts behind the dunes of factory approved news. But in each of these oases it seems the water is tainted with hidden toxins. It soon becomes apparent that everywhere around the world there are swirling disruptions and dislocations. We hear only faint echoes of these events and see vague outlines that are soon swallowed up by commercials for fast foods or Viagra.

Most of this news consists of reports about rioting or mass demonstrations in various countries. These stories are under-reported at best, and usually go essentially unnoticed in this nation’s major media. I think the reason is that there is a sense that such behavior is infectious and possibly viral. In China, it is reported that more than 20 million people have been sent back to the country side from the urban factories where they were making poisonous plastic effluvia for us and our children. 20 million peoplee. That would be like forcing all of the folks in NYC into the Connecticut hills and all of the folks in LA to Simi Valley. And sending them pretty much all at once. And telling them that, too bad, “You’re on your own”. It’s no surprise that people are pissed off. So they protest, in large groups. WE SEE NONE OF THIS.

But of course China hasn't been the only country to experience these “disruptions of public order”. Similar events have occurred in Russia, and former soviet bloc countries like Lithuania, as well as in India, Greece, and France. These public gatherings are usually violently shut down by the military forces of those countries. The protests have often involved tens if not hundreds of thousands of people. Some of these gatherings have been to complain about the high cost or unavailability of food; others have been to protest the incompetence and outright criminality of the government in the handling of the economy. Nothing like that could happen in our country, right? Right? Is there some fear that exposing too much of what is going on in other countries might stimulate something like that happening here? This kind of behavior just be might be infectious. Virus, any one?

At a couple of the smaller pools in the desert I learn about events in our own country that have gone largely unnoticed. At the same time as these events have been occurring overseas there has been testimony from some of our own USofA government officials before Congressional committees about the necessity of being prepared to handle any domestic upheavals that may occur right here in River City. Since these are not the best of times, plans are underway to handle any riot that might be heading your way sometime soon. Like at a super market when the food runs out because the truckers who bring it to the stores every three days or so either couldn’t get, or couldn’t afford, the fuel for their trucks. I mean, what are you going to do if you can’t get chips and salsa? Or worse, coffee and sugar?

Here in the USofA the “economy” continues to erode, dissolve and generally circle the drain in a slow spiral of decline. What the country will look like, quite literally, after this process reaches some sort of conclusion, probably an inconclusive conclusion but some sort of stasis condition nonetheless, is anyone’s guess. Just how long that will take is yet another question. In some ways it feels as though we are caught up in those scenes from the Godfather when Michael Corleone is visiting Havana. There is a sense of menace and mordant electricity in the very air. Everything appears to be “normal” yet there are discordant and disturbing incidents that happen quite suddenly and unexpectedly; violent, transformative incidents pop up and then evaporate almost as though they never really happened. The Godfather attends a perfectly “normal” evening event, an opulent, extravagant dinner party. All of a sudden the scene is interrupted by an aide to the then-dictator Batista rushing in to tell the dictator that Castro has just entered Havana and it is time for him to leave, immediately. Batista, all coolness and calm, makes a very brief announcement, then rushes hurriedly out of the room. Poof, he is gone. In a few brief seconds everything erupts into chaos. Everything changes. Soon, I believe we will be visited by such events.

Most of the people I encounter here are convinced that nothing like that could ever happen in the USofA. I, however, am not so sure. I have the distinct feeling that we are living in a similar kind of faux normalcy. We are all caught up in a flow of seemingly calm and ordinary events, a chain of circumstances that encircles and embraces all of us in familiar routines. The corporations and the government are exerting all of their powers to maintain the appearance of stability and order. And as for the people: We are acting out our ritualized behaviors in a kind of dumb-show semblance of placidity. Yet there is crackling around the edges and rumblings under the surface. Fleeting, faint, jagged purple-blue auroras snap and sparkle at the corners of our vision. Tiny splinters of fear tickle us awake at night or stab at our side-thoughts during the day. It is a menacing time that causes us to think not IF, but when. Lately it has become very clear to me why people gathered together in abbies and monasteries in the Dark Ages and pulled the doors shut behind them. I am tempted to unplug myself from the technological web and retreat into the solace of tomatoes and peas, the soothing beauty of beds of herbs, and the cushioning balm of quiet faith behind some stone walls. And engage in chanting. But it is too late for me to take that path unless I am willing to submit to a lobotomy.

So it is playing out this way: On the left we have an increasingly shrill chorus urging some sort of civil protests about the increasingly obvious greed and probable criminal behavior or many banks and corporations. In the middle we have increasing outrage expressed by “ordinary citizens” who have finally realized how screwed they have been and continue to be by corporate financial interests who shamelessly raise credit card rates to 30% while at the same time they are taking hundreds of billions of dollars of money from the government. On the right we have an equally shrill mob calling for the government to keep its hands off of everything and let the “market” sort it out while urging folks to arm themselves for the coming unraveling of the 'mericun way a life. It’s not a bad idea. The arming yourself part, I mean. And buy 50 pounds of rice and a solar stove while you’re at it. BTW: gun sales have gone through the roof and ammunition is not only hard to find, the price has risen to nearly three times what it was a year or ago.

And just to brighten things up, behind another dune I found a little pile amongst the items in the Terra Daily News. There was a short note about the changing climate of our planet. It seems that the earlier scary scenarios the IPCC put out were wrong. They were way, way too conservative about the extent of climate change, the severity of its impacts and the speed with which it is all happening. We aren’t going to have to wait as long as we thought to grow those Pino Noir grapes in Vermont after all. Tune in to a quick visual update, a video at 11 showing all of Florida being swallowed by the sea, in 17 seconds.

I think I’ll just go order some seeds and pour another stein of cheap red, while I still can. And look at my mantle..... while I can.


Sunday, February 15, 2009

‘Forcing’ your way towards Spring

Would you like Spring to bloom early in your house? Maybe in the kitchen, living room, or even the bedroom? Have you ever tried ‘forcing’? It is the practice of cutting some branches or stems from woody spring-flowering plants and putting those branches into water in a warm environment. Though it is a horticultural term long in use, ‘forcing’ sounds a bit too harsh or aggressive, and maybe even a little misleading. Coaxing, cajoling, and encouraging seem like more appropriate terms. Seduction is another word that comes to mind. After all, you can’t hold a gun to the head of flower bud and make it blossom, or bully it into flowering. What you can do, to be pop-psych correct, is ‘enable’ your shrubs to reach their ‘potential’ earlier by providing a ‘caring and loving environment’. Give them water, warmth, and attention and the cuttings of many common, and some not-so-common shrubs, will bloom inside weeks earlier than they would outside.

Encouraging plants to flower early inside is ridiculously easy as well as simple. It requires very little equipment and none of it is specialized. All you need are pruning shears and some appropriately-sized vases or other containers that hold water. Most shrub cuttings when brought inside and placed with their cut ends in water will respond quickly. Within a few days there will be noticeable swelling of their buds, both leaf and flower buds. In some instances the flowers the will open before the leaves do and in other cases the reverse will happen.

FORSYTHIA

Some shrubs are more amenable to coaxing than others. Forsythias are the easiest, least fussy and most reliable plants to bring into early bloom. As spring nears, the stems of the forsythia turn a slight but distinct yellow; it’s a harbinger of their readily recognizable golden flowers perhaps. They actually seem to welcome being asked to come inside.

You can cut their stems or branches to any length you want. I tend to cut forsythia branches to a length of at least 24 inches and often to as much as 36 inches. When cutting the branches be sure to leave the growing end intact. Bear in mind that the branches of most varieties of forsythia tend to ‘weep’; and the longer the stem, the more pronounced the droop. The shape and size of the container for your cuttings is important. Your vase or container should be tall enough to contain the forsythia stems, but wide enough at the mouth to let the stems display their natural cascading form. Because of the weight of the stem pulling down you will need a hefty and heavy vase to keep your display of cuttings from tipping over. Of course you can add glass marbles or even rounded river pebbles to the vase to give it extra weight at the base. I have a pair of thick, cut-glass vases that are about 15 inches in height. Because of their heft I don’t have to put in extra weight, but I often do so anyway just because I am fond of the color of the marbles.

Fill your container with water to within an inch or so of the top and put in your freshly cut stems, cut end first. Within probably no more than ten days to two weeks you will have a sunny display of bright yellow flowers strung along every stem. Note: if you leave the stems of the forsythia in water for three weeks or so after the flowers have passed, you will begin to see new small white roots beginning to sprout out of the stems. You can plant these sprouting stems into the ground if you want to enlarge your crop of forsythia or start a fresh new hedge.

CRAB APPLES (or any apple for that matter)



Apples are another early spring woody plant that is easy to coax into early flowering. There are always some branches that can be cut for forcing. Just don’t get so enthusiastic about cutting apple branches that you leave your plants looking shorn or mowed. Unlike the slender and single stem wand-like form of the forsythia, Crabapples and other apples are stiff and angular; they have multiple branching on a single stem. You probably keep your cuttings to no more than 24 inches. For holding and displaying these cuttings you will need a more bowl-shaped container; it should have relatively high sides with a wide mouth but one that closes over slightly so the branches are held upright and slightly spread without being crowded. Apples will generally take three to four weeks to start pushing out leaves and blossoms. The two may come somewhat simultaneously. As apples also tend to flower more heavily in alternate years, it is difficult to predict how generous your display will be. But even if its mostly leaves, they’re still a refreshing and welcome boost in the grey times of winter.

DOGWOOD



The common White or Pink Dogwood (Cornus florida) can be pushed into early flowering, but it is not a reliable bloomer, at least in my experience. I have had great luck, however, with the early, yellow-blooming dogwoods, Cornus mas, aka Cornelian Cherry, and Cornus officinalis, aka the Japanese Cornel Cherry. Both of these hardy and beautiful small trees are much less common that they deserve to be. The Japanese Cornel Cherry flowers a few days to a couple of weeks earlier than Cornus mas. It is a handsome plant at any time of year, but in the spring it is outstanding. Small, luminous yellow flowers cover its branches and persist for almost a month. Though rather tiny in size there are generally so many of them that from a distance the entire tree seems to glow. The flowers of Cornus mas are similar but their overall effect is less striking because the plant itself is less graceful. But whichever you use, their branches practically burst into yellow vibrancy when they are brought inside for forcing. Usually it takes no more than a week. The branches of the dogwoods should be displayed in a similar fashion to that of the crabapples.

VIBURNUM CARLESI



The Viburnum family is one of the largest, most diverse, and useful of all landscape shrubs. But one plant in particular is, I think, a must for every garden: Viburnum carlesi., AKA the Korean Spice Bush. Among its other virtues, the plant itself is stalwart, sturdy and reliable. But what it is most valued is its delicious fragrance, lush and reminiscent of gardenias.

Though the Spice Bush blooms in May, after a few days of consistently warm and sunny weather, you can usually coax it into an early flowering. I generally wait until late February or early March to clip off a dozen or so small branches that display the knobby little buds clustered together like a tiny fist. Cut the stems to no more than eight inches or so. (Again, don’t mow your plant or denude it so much that there will be no flowers for later when it supposed to flower.) Divide these stems into two or three groups, put them into small vases no more than four inches high and distribute them around the house; add water and then wait, for a few weeks. Viburnums can’t be rushed, nor are they quite as reliable as the other plants discussed above, but generally patience and diligence is rewarded. There will come a morning you will be pulled from your sleep by a rush of rich, sweet perfume that fills every corner of the house. When you track down the source you will discover it is spilling from the golf-ball sized clusters of pink/white flowers blooming in all those tiny vases you have spread around the house. You may even be moved to offer up a prayer of wonder.

You don’t need a green thumb in order to encourage many plants to deliver their floral and fragrant bounty early. So get out those pruning shears, gather together some vases, add water to your cuttings and practice a little patient attention. It’s an easy and rewarding way to bring natural color and surprising fragrance into your house. Try it once and you may discover that it becomes an annual pre-spring ritual. Enjoy!


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Saturday, January 24, 2009

Re-making America Part 1

These days everyone is trying to be a little greener and yet they are doing it primarily in the way that we have been conditioned to by the economy: buy something new. Our first impulse is not to conserve or reduce or reuse or recycle, it is to buy the latest gadget or device that has some green kudos attached to it. This is not to say that we shouldn’t replace those things that are no longer performing the job we bought them to do, but don’t just throw something out and replace it with some new ‘green’ thing without giving it some careful and informed consideration.

For the last few years it has been all the rage to go and buy new energy efficient florescent light bulbs. Well you can make that number 1 on your list if you to, but it really won’t change much of anything. What really has to change is your mega view, your outlook on what and where your place is in the world. And then you have to adjust your behaviors to support this new world view.

It seems appropriate to repeat President Obama’s call to action: “Our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions, that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.”

SO let’s consider some other things we can do:

1- TURN OFF THE TV! --- except for the Red Sox games and maybe the Patriots. Almost everything else on the tube is basically crap (‘programs’) wrapped in more crap (advertising). A totally non-nutritional, non-compostable shit sandwich, so stop eating it.
2- Become more informed about the physical world you live in. One place to begin is learning about ecological foot printing. And then look into watersheds, and then try composting and then ........
3- Take deliberate and conscious steps to reduce your personal (and your family’s) consumption of practically everything…. From energy to water to gadgets.
4- Try making a chart that lists what you consume and how much and from what source(s) and what you ‘borrow’ or ‘use’ e.g., water. While this sounds like a real chore, maybe even a PITA, you can make it fun if you have kids. Try it out for a little while. If nothing else, the experiment may make you more aware of what you take out of and put back into the world around you. If you pull out an atlas and check out where some of the stuff that makes up the ‘stuff’ of your life comes from, you’ll also familiarize yourself with how the world is connected, and learn some geography at the same time. (I’ll post a sample chart here in the next couple of days.)
5- If you live in a neighborhood where you actually know your neighbors maybe there are some activities you can do together or equipment that you can share that will not only save you money, but conserve energy and build relationships as well.
6- Are they any appliances or gadgets or equipment you can recycle or donate? In Great Britain over the last few years there has developed a new kind of party called a ‘cadge’ party. Folks get together around exchanging, trading or re-circulating un-wanted gadgets or equipment. Usually there is a theme, like ‘personal electronics’, e..g., PDSa, cell phones, etc. An evening is set aside, usually with a pot-luck dinner involved, folks gather with their stuff and the exchanging and bartering begins. It’s communal, comical and a hell of lot of fun.
7- Garden, if you can and if you want to make the commitment, but if you can’t or don’t want to make that kind of physical investment, try to locate a CSA (Community Supported Farm) near you and join. No matter what, go to local farmers' markets as often as you can and support them with your dollars. More on gardening later
8- Shop locally as much as you can. Support the merchants in your own community. Going to BBS (Big Box Stores) may save you money, but BBS don’t tend to keep much, if any, of their profit money in the local community. Worst of all, they are relentless predatory and muscle smaller retailers out of business. Not only that, if you have to drive more than 10 miles one way to a BBS, you may not be saving any significant amount of money any way, at least not on small to medium purchases. Moreover, you will be adding CO2 and other pollutants to the environment as well as putting wear and tear on your car.
9- Form a shopping pool. When you must go shopping, try as often as possible to buddy up with someone you know who is likely to be wanting or needing to go on a similar errand. It may add a little extra time but it will pay you back major social dividends and save some money too.
10- ENOY!
11- Think of some other green activity you can do with friends and family.......