Peace Corps Response provides opportunities for returned Peace Corps Volunteers to undertake short-term, high impact assignments in various programs around the world.
I came back to Bulgaria to volunteer at a regional library; to design a long-term program that enhanced library involvement in sustainable community dynamics, focusing on environmentally friendly practices for libraries and beyond.
Getting Ready to Leave the USA!
Back in Bulgaria!
My Site: Silistra!
My Host: Silistra Regional Library!
Library Christmast Party!
Christmas in Bulgaria!
Drinking in Bulgaria!
Anti-Disposable Plastic Campaign!
Getting Married on Wine Day!
My Projects!
Essay Contest!
Fun Stories from Bulgaria!
Monday, November 1, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
I'm So Vain, You Can Bet This Blog Is About Me!
Alright! I’ve been home for a year now! Is it still everything I had hoped it would be? Well, not exactly. I should have been prepared for that, though, as I’ve already learned the lesson in life of not having flexible expectations. Sure enough, forgetting lessons of the past dooms a person to repeat them. So here I am – learning again!
As a result of some unfortunate travel difficulties on my last great adventure, I became disillusioned with the developing world. A few frustrating and reoccurring situations set me up for an intense yearning to go home. I grew tired of people telling me that a draft could make me sick, ruin my joints, and even cause cancer. I became aggravated at hearing people complain about their situations, only to forfeit any possible effort toward betterment – even before an attempt. And sadly, I ended up intolerant over what I considered a general disregard for environment and community.
I was homesick in a bad way, and really focused on such negative aspects of the societies in which I found myself. Of course, hindsight gives me a better perspective and I can now see that I was my own biggest problem. The negative opinions I had formed were due to my homesickness and lost sight of overall understanding, regardless of how accurate my opinions might have been in their specific instances.
I came home to clean air, food and water that didn’t make me sick, paved roads, organization, logic, and ambition. It was the reward I’d been seeking, but it was only superficial and didn’t last. I was so certain that coming home would bring me happiness, yet after the “honeymoon phase” it managed to remain elusive. I was dumbfounded. It was the single greatest thing I learned during my Peace Corps service: how to be happy – and somehow, it was gone.
I walked the path I thought I ought to follow: get a job, work hard, go out, have fun – but I found myself unfulfilled, and as a result, unhappy. I didn’t understand, and my misunderstanding was directly related to my expectations.
I expected that I would have tons of friends in Portland. In fact, my old friends have all moved on with their lives and are mostly not around. Most of my friends live in other cities and other countries, far away. I expected real and significant bonds with my coworkers. In fact, I don’t fit in at work. I feel tolerated by my coworkers more than I feel respected or liked. I think that’s mostly due to differences in ages, places in life – and that most everyone is overqualified for our job and upset that they’re not achieving their potential. I get the feeling that they’re miserable and my positive nature comes off as abrasive. Nevertheless, when I hear things like, “Andrew, I don’t want to hang out with you after work because I see you enough at work” my feelings are a little hurt.
Since I wasn’t finding joy at work, I put a lot of energy into my life after work. I went out with one or two friends a lot, I dated aggressively, and I found some fun volunteer activities that resembled work experiences with nice people. Well, going out a lot left me run down; all the dating left me disappointed; and the volunteer work was always short lived. In short, my hole was not being filled. I embraced exercise and began running and set a goal to gain weight, which required lots of lifting! And I loved it! There aren’t too many things that can make a person feel so good! My body developed and it was awesome! Unfortunately, being really, really, really good looking isn’t everything. I started toying with some job applications to further my career as I’ve written about in the past, but again, disappointment. I guess with this amount of unemployed people in Portland, the candidate pool is incredibly qualified! Not that I’m not, but in fact, I’m not… I mean, I have all kinds of education and I’m pretty to boot, but I haven’t really worked with conservation or natural resources in the capacity of the jobs for which I’m seeking. My real experience is in other areas. Through some random brainstorming, I came up with a better plan.
I’m going to look for jobs outside the environmental field for a while. I won’t neglect environmental jobs by any means, but I will open myself up to possibilities that I have ignored in the past. I’ll open myself up to the world and I’m excited to see what kind of new experiences I will find!
I realize that I opened this story with a bit about how wonderful it was to be back in the states. It turns out that I haven’t been cured of this travel bug just yet. Recently, I had an experience that brought all the happiness and positivity I sought back to me! My friends from Costa Rica, Oscar and Veronica, got married in Spain and asked me to be their photographer! I took some time off work and unexpectedly rediscovered what I had already learned in the Peace Corps. Surrounding one’s self with good people – people who genuinely care for you and enjoy you; and who are sincere themselves is exactly my recipe for happiness! Some folks might say I’m wrong, and that “you have to be happy with yourself first” blah, blah, blah. Okay, there’s some merit to that, but I already love myself! I’m awesome! It's just that I slipped up in recognizing who these crucial people are; but my reminder from the love in Spain was solid and profound. With a recipe for love and smiles, I don't need expectations. I only need to maintain awareness, or read the recipe once in a while to keep it fresh in my mind! Like all species on the planet, I just need the right conditions in order to thrive! I now remember what those conditions are; and since it’s now in print – I won’t forget again!
As a result of some unfortunate travel difficulties on my last great adventure, I became disillusioned with the developing world. A few frustrating and reoccurring situations set me up for an intense yearning to go home. I grew tired of people telling me that a draft could make me sick, ruin my joints, and even cause cancer. I became aggravated at hearing people complain about their situations, only to forfeit any possible effort toward betterment – even before an attempt. And sadly, I ended up intolerant over what I considered a general disregard for environment and community.
I was homesick in a bad way, and really focused on such negative aspects of the societies in which I found myself. Of course, hindsight gives me a better perspective and I can now see that I was my own biggest problem. The negative opinions I had formed were due to my homesickness and lost sight of overall understanding, regardless of how accurate my opinions might have been in their specific instances.
I came home to clean air, food and water that didn’t make me sick, paved roads, organization, logic, and ambition. It was the reward I’d been seeking, but it was only superficial and didn’t last. I was so certain that coming home would bring me happiness, yet after the “honeymoon phase” it managed to remain elusive. I was dumbfounded. It was the single greatest thing I learned during my Peace Corps service: how to be happy – and somehow, it was gone.
I walked the path I thought I ought to follow: get a job, work hard, go out, have fun – but I found myself unfulfilled, and as a result, unhappy. I didn’t understand, and my misunderstanding was directly related to my expectations.
I expected that I would have tons of friends in Portland. In fact, my old friends have all moved on with their lives and are mostly not around. Most of my friends live in other cities and other countries, far away. I expected real and significant bonds with my coworkers. In fact, I don’t fit in at work. I feel tolerated by my coworkers more than I feel respected or liked. I think that’s mostly due to differences in ages, places in life – and that most everyone is overqualified for our job and upset that they’re not achieving their potential. I get the feeling that they’re miserable and my positive nature comes off as abrasive. Nevertheless, when I hear things like, “Andrew, I don’t want to hang out with you after work because I see you enough at work” my feelings are a little hurt.
Since I wasn’t finding joy at work, I put a lot of energy into my life after work. I went out with one or two friends a lot, I dated aggressively, and I found some fun volunteer activities that resembled work experiences with nice people. Well, going out a lot left me run down; all the dating left me disappointed; and the volunteer work was always short lived. In short, my hole was not being filled. I embraced exercise and began running and set a goal to gain weight, which required lots of lifting! And I loved it! There aren’t too many things that can make a person feel so good! My body developed and it was awesome! Unfortunately, being really, really, really good looking isn’t everything. I started toying with some job applications to further my career as I’ve written about in the past, but again, disappointment. I guess with this amount of unemployed people in Portland, the candidate pool is incredibly qualified! Not that I’m not, but in fact, I’m not… I mean, I have all kinds of education and I’m pretty to boot, but I haven’t really worked with conservation or natural resources in the capacity of the jobs for which I’m seeking. My real experience is in other areas. Through some random brainstorming, I came up with a better plan.
I’m going to look for jobs outside the environmental field for a while. I won’t neglect environmental jobs by any means, but I will open myself up to possibilities that I have ignored in the past. I’ll open myself up to the world and I’m excited to see what kind of new experiences I will find!
I realize that I opened this story with a bit about how wonderful it was to be back in the states. It turns out that I haven’t been cured of this travel bug just yet. Recently, I had an experience that brought all the happiness and positivity I sought back to me! My friends from Costa Rica, Oscar and Veronica, got married in Spain and asked me to be their photographer! I took some time off work and unexpectedly rediscovered what I had already learned in the Peace Corps. Surrounding one’s self with good people – people who genuinely care for you and enjoy you; and who are sincere themselves is exactly my recipe for happiness! Some folks might say I’m wrong, and that “you have to be happy with yourself first” blah, blah, blah. Okay, there’s some merit to that, but I already love myself! I’m awesome! It's just that I slipped up in recognizing who these crucial people are; but my reminder from the love in Spain was solid and profound. With a recipe for love and smiles, I don't need expectations. I only need to maintain awareness, or read the recipe once in a while to keep it fresh in my mind! Like all species on the planet, I just need the right conditions in order to thrive! I now remember what those conditions are; and since it’s now in print – I won’t forget again!
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Sustainability. Are We Really Sustainabilitized? Yes or No? Who Are We to Judge?
I've been enjoying my job since I got home. It was a bit of a blow to my ego to go back to the same job I had before I built myself stronger with the Peace Corps, world travel, and a master's degree... but it's a rough job market right now, and I was happy to accept the first thing available. But since July, I've been able to explore this position with new perspectives than I previously had. I work in the same position, but at a different facility, and here, I am afforded much more responsibility and opportunity for growth. I really lucked out - one, to have a job; and two, I am doing really great work to ensure responsible environmental practices! This job is becoming less like a stepping stone and more like a sling shot as I become more ingrained in what I'm doing.
I recently had what I considered a grand opportunity to listen in on a conference call at work. The conference was organized and facilitated by Oregon State's Sustainability Coordinator within the Department of Administrative Services. The purpose was to gather Oregon's state agency sustainability coordinators and staff to talk about their implementation of Green Teams in an effort to become more sustainable.
I was extremely excited to participate in such an event because these are the types of jobs I want to end up doing; and to be able to hear what these people are doing in these positions was sure to be exciting and inspirational! I couldn't wait to get insight into what I should prepare for!
There were 20 to 30 people in attendance and 20 to 30 people on the phone (including myself). The first speaker was from the Department of Administrative Services Executive Building. Kinda the same as the facilitator, but still great!
After introductions, the first speaker led with her most proud Green Team project: a green Thanksgiving potluck, which promoted waste reduction. Promoting waste reduction during an event that traditionalizes heavy consuming seemed quite odd. But, perhaps there was something I wasn't seeing. Something that would illuminate great possibilities that I had never before considered! Nope. She explained that the theme was a BYOD (Bring Your Own Dishes) potluck, and that was pretty much the extent of the projects her Green Team initiated... There were details of assembling a mess kit, and even selling mess kits as a fundraiser - but that seemed to defeat the purpose of bringing your own dishes...
The second speaker was from the Department of Justice! Surely she would have something groundbreaking to present! She began by telling about how she had assembled a team of attorneys to ensure that their department would be the greenest in Oregon! Great! So what did her green attorneys come up with? Well, concepts like recycling and reduction, of course! She said they put recycling containers in offices that had none, and programmed their copiers to print double sided! Look out, Planet! You're about to be saved! Okay, that was a bit sarcastic. She did continue to say that they also created a sustainability webpage on their intranet! Woo woo!
The third speaker was from the Portland State Office Building. This was, by far, the most thorough presentation. He told stories of how his Green Team had four successful projects! 1) After hours, they did a sweep of the building to turn off lights that people had forgotten. 2) They initiated a "Take The Stairs" campaign. 3) They began a composting service in the cafeteria. 4) They ran floor by floor competition to see who could save the most energy! Wow!
The final speaker was from the Oregon State Library. He spoke disheveledly about his projects, but clearly mentioned that one of them was asking management for a refrigerator that was Energy Star compliant to be put on a floor that had no refrigerator to begin with. Not sure how that actually reduces energy consumption. He went on to add that his Green Team sends email reminders to educate the staff about the importance of recycling. The most effective thing that I thought he presented was a project about early morning audits to see who wasn't turning off lights and equipment the night before. Repeat offenders had their budgets penalized!
Maybe I'm just an idealist, recent grad school graduate, but I couldn't believe what I had heard from whom I considered sustainability leaders! Their focus was on green issues, which is roughly a third of what 'sustainability' encapsulates, and their green efforts were virtually worthless! Are you kidding me?! Recycling and reduction?! Turning off lights that people forgot to turn off?!?! These are concepts that were common knowledge in the 1980s, more than 20 years ago!!! Why are 'green leaders' able to tout that they're jumping on the 1980s bandwagon??? I mean, this is the Oregon government! If they wanted to make real environmental impacts, they could pass laws that limit driving, increase fuel efficiency, prohibit sales/use of toxic garden chemicals, establish high end mandatory recycling standards, etc. The possibilities are so great - and these folks were focused on such small potatoes. I am in utter disbelief that the projects mentioned were new projects! These people really had no clue. It was so preposterous that it felt like a political science major was trying to teach chemistry.
It's crucial that the sustainability movement be comprised of efforts from public, private, and nonprofit sectors - and if this is all government has to offer for effort, maybe we should continue investing in oceanfront property in Arizona.
I've heard politicians and CEOs talk about sustainability, and I'm usually pretty unimpressed at the fact that none of them seem to know what they're talking about. They simply throw around a few key words and hope people give them "green points" of approval. This is unacceptable!
I would hate for the term 'sustainability' to become the new 'recycling'. Do you even know how things are recycled? We hear every day that it is such a good thing, but do we hear about all the noxious chemicals that are released from the processes? Are you aware of how much energy is consumed through current recycling technology? The concept of recycling has become a 'feel good' project. Something everyone can do to participate in saving the world. Something so trivial that even if everyone did it, it still wouldn't matter! Environmental issues are far more complex than recycling can handle, yet we're taught that if we all recycle, we'll all be saved. Poppycock! This new eco-term, sustainability, is a term that I haven't heard anyone use correctly in a while, and it's being thrown around like everyone understands it. The danger with this is that the people who don't understand it will convince other people who don't understand it to think that they understand it. Confusing? Just ask yourself how well you understand recycling! The world needs effective action, not catchphrases or feel-good propaganda. I can certainly see the importance of streamlining green practices, but when sustainability is the focus, socio-political and economic aspects are equally as important as green! This is the key mistake I see people making: Spending $3,000 on a solar power system that charges two 50-pound lead-acid batteries, which provide energy to run 4 100-Watt bulbs is a stupid idea, for example. Yes, solar power is great; but this is not a responsible use of its potential.
After I expressed my disappointment to a coworker, he said, "You know, the only thing to come out of meetings is plans for the next meeting." How unfortunately true that was today...
I am still aiming to acquire a position as a sustainability coordinator, but I'll be damned if all I do is implement paper recycling projects! Mike Tidwell wrote an interesting article, To Save the Planet, Stop Going Green, that emphasizes society's dwelling on meaningless, feel good efforts to save the world. It may be that peoples' hearts are in the right place - we just need their efforts to be practically aligned with what really has potential for effectiveness! Perhaps instead of me being slingshot into a new position, I need to be slingshotting new positions into something useful!
I recently had what I considered a grand opportunity to listen in on a conference call at work. The conference was organized and facilitated by Oregon State's Sustainability Coordinator within the Department of Administrative Services. The purpose was to gather Oregon's state agency sustainability coordinators and staff to talk about their implementation of Green Teams in an effort to become more sustainable.
I was extremely excited to participate in such an event because these are the types of jobs I want to end up doing; and to be able to hear what these people are doing in these positions was sure to be exciting and inspirational! I couldn't wait to get insight into what I should prepare for!
There were 20 to 30 people in attendance and 20 to 30 people on the phone (including myself). The first speaker was from the Department of Administrative Services Executive Building. Kinda the same as the facilitator, but still great!
After introductions, the first speaker led with her most proud Green Team project: a green Thanksgiving potluck, which promoted waste reduction. Promoting waste reduction during an event that traditionalizes heavy consuming seemed quite odd. But, perhaps there was something I wasn't seeing. Something that would illuminate great possibilities that I had never before considered! Nope. She explained that the theme was a BYOD (Bring Your Own Dishes) potluck, and that was pretty much the extent of the projects her Green Team initiated... There were details of assembling a mess kit, and even selling mess kits as a fundraiser - but that seemed to defeat the purpose of bringing your own dishes...
The second speaker was from the Department of Justice! Surely she would have something groundbreaking to present! She began by telling about how she had assembled a team of attorneys to ensure that their department would be the greenest in Oregon! Great! So what did her green attorneys come up with? Well, concepts like recycling and reduction, of course! She said they put recycling containers in offices that had none, and programmed their copiers to print double sided! Look out, Planet! You're about to be saved! Okay, that was a bit sarcastic. She did continue to say that they also created a sustainability webpage on their intranet! Woo woo!
The third speaker was from the Portland State Office Building. This was, by far, the most thorough presentation. He told stories of how his Green Team had four successful projects! 1) After hours, they did a sweep of the building to turn off lights that people had forgotten. 2) They initiated a "Take The Stairs" campaign. 3) They began a composting service in the cafeteria. 4) They ran floor by floor competition to see who could save the most energy! Wow!
The final speaker was from the Oregon State Library. He spoke disheveledly about his projects, but clearly mentioned that one of them was asking management for a refrigerator that was Energy Star compliant to be put on a floor that had no refrigerator to begin with. Not sure how that actually reduces energy consumption. He went on to add that his Green Team sends email reminders to educate the staff about the importance of recycling. The most effective thing that I thought he presented was a project about early morning audits to see who wasn't turning off lights and equipment the night before. Repeat offenders had their budgets penalized!
Maybe I'm just an idealist, recent grad school graduate, but I couldn't believe what I had heard from whom I considered sustainability leaders! Their focus was on green issues, which is roughly a third of what 'sustainability' encapsulates, and their green efforts were virtually worthless! Are you kidding me?! Recycling and reduction?! Turning off lights that people forgot to turn off?!?! These are concepts that were common knowledge in the 1980s, more than 20 years ago!!! Why are 'green leaders' able to tout that they're jumping on the 1980s bandwagon??? I mean, this is the Oregon government! If they wanted to make real environmental impacts, they could pass laws that limit driving, increase fuel efficiency, prohibit sales/use of toxic garden chemicals, establish high end mandatory recycling standards, etc. The possibilities are so great - and these folks were focused on such small potatoes. I am in utter disbelief that the projects mentioned were new projects! These people really had no clue. It was so preposterous that it felt like a political science major was trying to teach chemistry.
It's crucial that the sustainability movement be comprised of efforts from public, private, and nonprofit sectors - and if this is all government has to offer for effort, maybe we should continue investing in oceanfront property in Arizona.
I've heard politicians and CEOs talk about sustainability, and I'm usually pretty unimpressed at the fact that none of them seem to know what they're talking about. They simply throw around a few key words and hope people give them "green points" of approval. This is unacceptable!
I would hate for the term 'sustainability' to become the new 'recycling'. Do you even know how things are recycled? We hear every day that it is such a good thing, but do we hear about all the noxious chemicals that are released from the processes? Are you aware of how much energy is consumed through current recycling technology? The concept of recycling has become a 'feel good' project. Something everyone can do to participate in saving the world. Something so trivial that even if everyone did it, it still wouldn't matter! Environmental issues are far more complex than recycling can handle, yet we're taught that if we all recycle, we'll all be saved. Poppycock! This new eco-term, sustainability, is a term that I haven't heard anyone use correctly in a while, and it's being thrown around like everyone understands it. The danger with this is that the people who don't understand it will convince other people who don't understand it to think that they understand it. Confusing? Just ask yourself how well you understand recycling! The world needs effective action, not catchphrases or feel-good propaganda. I can certainly see the importance of streamlining green practices, but when sustainability is the focus, socio-political and economic aspects are equally as important as green! This is the key mistake I see people making: Spending $3,000 on a solar power system that charges two 50-pound lead-acid batteries, which provide energy to run 4 100-Watt bulbs is a stupid idea, for example. Yes, solar power is great; but this is not a responsible use of its potential.
After I expressed my disappointment to a coworker, he said, "You know, the only thing to come out of meetings is plans for the next meeting." How unfortunately true that was today...
I am still aiming to acquire a position as a sustainability coordinator, but I'll be damned if all I do is implement paper recycling projects! Mike Tidwell wrote an interesting article, To Save the Planet, Stop Going Green, that emphasizes society's dwelling on meaningless, feel good efforts to save the world. It may be that peoples' hearts are in the right place - we just need their efforts to be practically aligned with what really has potential for effectiveness! Perhaps instead of me being slingshot into a new position, I need to be slingshotting new positions into something useful!
Friday, July 17, 2009
America! Fuck yeah!
Oh man! Clean air! Clean water! Uncrumbly buildings! Holeless roads! Speeding tickets! And preservative-filled foods!!! Mmmm, chemicals! For those of you who think I've overstated the significance of these luxuries - you have no idea how most of the rest of the world lives!
Some of the highlights I've experienced over the last couple weeks: cheddar cheese, bacon, more than one flavor of wine, 24-hour stores, cheap crap that I probably don't need, organization, friendliness, logic, friends, and family! I can't tell you how amazing these things are! You can't appreciate these things without having lived without them! Or maybe you can, but I couldn't. And now that I'm back, I can't stress enough how amazing it is here!
Okay, there's an economic crisis... Okay, there's super high unemployment rates... But people in this country are still so much better off than most people in the rest of the world. In this case, "better off" means a healthier life and a society with far more opportunity - even despite the hardships people are experiencing and hearing about in the news.
I've seen people work their asses off, breaking their backs day in and day out for less than minimum wage. Their standard of life is much lower than anything that we would settle for, yet they maintain a happiness the likes of which is nearly unseen here in the US. These occurrences were real, but didn't happen as often as one might like to think. In fact, most people had nothing, did nothing, and complained about not having anything. Their stories are far more complex than I'm illustrating, of course. But it's hard to feel pity for someone that won't work in order to benefit themselves.
My explanation is that they don't work hard to benefit themselves because they can't. Not that they're not physically or mentally capable; they are. They simply don't have the opportunity. And that is what makes the USA so amazing: Opportunity! A hardworking person can create any kind of opportunity for themselves here: jobs, internships, fellowships, companies, relationships, anything! It just takes dedication and discipline! There are minimal governmental and sometimes societal hang-ups, but in the end, if you have a dream - you are allowed to chase it, and if you do, there is a reasonable chance that you will achieve it!
It's something completely overlooked by most of my friends who like I, took everything for granted.
Now, I know what you're thinking, "Andrew, I've been to Paris. I've been to Rome. I've been to London. I've been to Phnom Penh. And I love those places!" Okay, fine, that's great. They all have wonderful things about them! But try being away from what you think is "normal" for four years! There is no place like the United States of America!
How's that for a "reverse culture shock"? Complete joy in just being a part of here! It's the same feeling I had when I first traveled: The shock and amazement of something new! Now I'm experiencing the shock and amazement of something I never quite recognized or appreciated!
I'm currently living in Portland, Oregon, in the "Nob Hill" part of town - the trendy and happening place that is always filled with something to do. I have a beautiful two-bedroom apartment in the middle of everything, and it is less than five miles away from where I work! I've been able to reintegrate with my friends and family easily enough, as well as with work and some local community events! Summer was a perfect time to come home, though I suspect there will be community activities and friends and family all year long! One of the best things I've got going, outside of friends and family, is a running club with Nike at the Niketown in downtown Portland. We run every Monday and Wednesday and I'm meeting all kinds of wonderful people! It's great! In addition to that, I've included a few pictures of home as I know it.
Friends
Work
Star Trek in the Park
Hottest Day of the Year Ride
I'll close on a note that will hopefully lead to some thoughts and discussion. I've just ranted and raved about how wonderful my home is, but it is not without fault. There are many bad things about this place. Things that desperately need improving. Take, for example, the following picture that illustrates America's culture of fear and over-carefulness of things. During the "Hottest Day of the Year Ride" there were several rest stations set up before the grand finale of the "World's Largest Squirt Gun Fight". On one particular rest station, the organizers built "Oregon's longest Slip and Slide" and most people were loving it. They would get a running start and dive onto cheap plastic to slide down the wetness. Well, occasionally someone would dive too late, ie - they were still running when they got to the plastic. That was the case for our victim, a young boy that I've endearingly named Nancy. Before he was able to dive, he lost is footing and fell on his ass. It looked like he may have hit his head, but not hard. It was on a grass area, anyway. His mother saw the whole terror unfold and as the announcer stopped the slip and slide to come running to the boy's aid, his mother had already assumed a Doctor Mom role. Before anyone could say, "Hey, he's a little kid and he fell down. That's what they do. He'll be fine.", a medic came rushing over and dawned latex gloves to examine the child. He was given an ice pack, some water, and a chair on which to "recover" from his terrible spill.
Perhaps from flying Super Biker in the background you'd think this was an adult event... Well, the next picture puts that theory to shame.
My observation, disgust, and question is: When did parenting (and society) get so weak? What happened to the bootstrap mentality that gave people admirable character and skills to conquer adverse odds? Why wasn't this kid told, "You're okay, Nancy. Get up and get back in line so you can do it right next time."?
I understand the desire to protect, especially those close to you. But there is a line between protection and overprotection. One obviously keeps a person safe, while the other conditions a person for weakness and never knowing how to deal with pain or defeat. Okay, so I'm not a parent and don't fully know how "it is", but I can kind of see how "it will be" if kids are babied during their prime developmental periods: They'll expect to be babied forever! So dear Reader, what says you?
On a side note, I shot Nancy and his mother at the end of the ride with a squirt gun.
Some of the highlights I've experienced over the last couple weeks: cheddar cheese, bacon, more than one flavor of wine, 24-hour stores, cheap crap that I probably don't need, organization, friendliness, logic, friends, and family! I can't tell you how amazing these things are! You can't appreciate these things without having lived without them! Or maybe you can, but I couldn't. And now that I'm back, I can't stress enough how amazing it is here!
Okay, there's an economic crisis... Okay, there's super high unemployment rates... But people in this country are still so much better off than most people in the rest of the world. In this case, "better off" means a healthier life and a society with far more opportunity - even despite the hardships people are experiencing and hearing about in the news.
I've seen people work their asses off, breaking their backs day in and day out for less than minimum wage. Their standard of life is much lower than anything that we would settle for, yet they maintain a happiness the likes of which is nearly unseen here in the US. These occurrences were real, but didn't happen as often as one might like to think. In fact, most people had nothing, did nothing, and complained about not having anything. Their stories are far more complex than I'm illustrating, of course. But it's hard to feel pity for someone that won't work in order to benefit themselves.
My explanation is that they don't work hard to benefit themselves because they can't. Not that they're not physically or mentally capable; they are. They simply don't have the opportunity. And that is what makes the USA so amazing: Opportunity! A hardworking person can create any kind of opportunity for themselves here: jobs, internships, fellowships, companies, relationships, anything! It just takes dedication and discipline! There are minimal governmental and sometimes societal hang-ups, but in the end, if you have a dream - you are allowed to chase it, and if you do, there is a reasonable chance that you will achieve it!
It's something completely overlooked by most of my friends who like I, took everything for granted.
Now, I know what you're thinking, "Andrew, I've been to Paris. I've been to Rome. I've been to London. I've been to Phnom Penh. And I love those places!" Okay, fine, that's great. They all have wonderful things about them! But try being away from what you think is "normal" for four years! There is no place like the United States of America!
How's that for a "reverse culture shock"? Complete joy in just being a part of here! It's the same feeling I had when I first traveled: The shock and amazement of something new! Now I'm experiencing the shock and amazement of something I never quite recognized or appreciated!
I'm currently living in Portland, Oregon, in the "Nob Hill" part of town - the trendy and happening place that is always filled with something to do. I have a beautiful two-bedroom apartment in the middle of everything, and it is less than five miles away from where I work! I've been able to reintegrate with my friends and family easily enough, as well as with work and some local community events! Summer was a perfect time to come home, though I suspect there will be community activities and friends and family all year long! One of the best things I've got going, outside of friends and family, is a running club with Nike at the Niketown in downtown Portland. We run every Monday and Wednesday and I'm meeting all kinds of wonderful people! It's great! In addition to that, I've included a few pictures of home as I know it.
Friends
Work
Star Trek in the Park
Hottest Day of the Year Ride
I'll close on a note that will hopefully lead to some thoughts and discussion. I've just ranted and raved about how wonderful my home is, but it is not without fault. There are many bad things about this place. Things that desperately need improving. Take, for example, the following picture that illustrates America's culture of fear and over-carefulness of things. During the "Hottest Day of the Year Ride" there were several rest stations set up before the grand finale of the "World's Largest Squirt Gun Fight". On one particular rest station, the organizers built "Oregon's longest Slip and Slide" and most people were loving it. They would get a running start and dive onto cheap plastic to slide down the wetness. Well, occasionally someone would dive too late, ie - they were still running when they got to the plastic. That was the case for our victim, a young boy that I've endearingly named Nancy. Before he was able to dive, he lost is footing and fell on his ass. It looked like he may have hit his head, but not hard. It was on a grass area, anyway. His mother saw the whole terror unfold and as the announcer stopped the slip and slide to come running to the boy's aid, his mother had already assumed a Doctor Mom role. Before anyone could say, "Hey, he's a little kid and he fell down. That's what they do. He'll be fine.", a medic came rushing over and dawned latex gloves to examine the child. He was given an ice pack, some water, and a chair on which to "recover" from his terrible spill.
Perhaps from flying Super Biker in the background you'd think this was an adult event... Well, the next picture puts that theory to shame.
My observation, disgust, and question is: When did parenting (and society) get so weak? What happened to the bootstrap mentality that gave people admirable character and skills to conquer adverse odds? Why wasn't this kid told, "You're okay, Nancy. Get up and get back in line so you can do it right next time."?I understand the desire to protect, especially those close to you. But there is a line between protection and overprotection. One obviously keeps a person safe, while the other conditions a person for weakness and never knowing how to deal with pain or defeat. Okay, so I'm not a parent and don't fully know how "it is", but I can kind of see how "it will be" if kids are babied during their prime developmental periods: They'll expect to be babied forever! So dear Reader, what says you?
On a side note, I shot Nancy and his mother at the end of the ride with a squirt gun.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Homeward Bound!!!
I'm writing this blog with great enthusiasm, for it represents a closing on this chapter of my life. My time at the United Nations University for Peace in Costa Rica is finally at an end! To celebrate this momentous occasion, I left the country with a gargantuan smile on my face! I guess it wasn't actually gargantuan, I just wanted to use that word. In reality, my face looked confused and extremely, extremely tired.
I don't think there's been much secret in my writing nor my stories that I was not overly impressed with Costa Rica. In fact, I wasn't impressed at all. Some would even say that I downright didn't like it (I would be one of those who made such a claim). I do feel some kind of obligation to disclaim that I arrived to Costa Rica already bitter. I was bitter about two major issues: spending one more year in another developing country, and being away from my friends and family for one more year. With that perspective, I openly admit that it would have been pretty hard for anyone to walk away from this experience saying, "Gee wiz, Costa Rica and UPeace are great!" This may explain my cynicism and negative outlook on a lot of my writings.
It wasn't all bad, though. I met some amazing people from everywhere in the world. I encountered moments of intense mental stimulation and new ideas, something for which graduate school is renowned. I saw some interesting things and places and had some very entertaining adventures. Probably the most significant thing was finally getting the chance to date my dream girl.
I met Becca in a hostel in 2002 in Switzerland, and I had a crush on her immediately. She was the first girl with whom I had ever made a first move. She "tripped" as I tried to kiss her on a star-lit walk through a Swiss mountain village so I decided to try again. She tripped again, of course, before I realized she wasn't tripping... Oh well. Got her email in the morning and then left town. We stayed in e-contact for a while, during which time I found out she had had a boyfriend while we were in Switzerland.
In the summer of 2004 she sent me an email saying she was coming to Seattle for a job training and invited me to dinner with her (she thought I lived in Seattle). I said I lived in Portland, but I would be happy to make the drive (3 hours) to have dinner with her. Fully expecting that she still had a boyfriend, I didn't make a move. I also didn't make a move because I was shy as hell. We had such an amazing time together that at the end of the night, she invited me to stay. I told her I couldn't because I had to work in the morning. She asked if she could give me a kiss goodnight and I thought it was the most amazing thing in the world! Her version of this story was that I didn't kiss her back... But she was only the second girl I'd ever kissed; I didn't know what the hell I was doing.
After driving home for 30 minutes I realized how much of a dumbass I was, and called her to tell her I would ditch work the following day and come back up. It never happened, but she invited me to Arizona where she was to work for the season. I found out that she didn't have a boyfriend when we were in Seattle so I got my act together and met her in Phoenix just before Christmas, 2004. I went down there with such high expectations and it ended up being the most awkward, uncomfortable, embarrassing experience in the world. I flirted my brains out with her and she wasn't the least bit receptive. Turns out, she got back together with her boyfriend over Thanksgiving and forgot to inform me.
Bummed, I put her out of my head until fall of 2006. She sent me an email saying she was single and had just got a new job and wanted to come see me in Bulgaria during my Peace Corps service for Christmas and New Years. I was stoked out of my mind! I started building up expectations again and getting incredibly excited! A week before she was going to buy her ticket, she got fired and couldn't afford the trip. Denied!
Almost another year went by before I heard from her again. I had just finished my Peace Corps service and was zigzagging north through Eastern Europe to Moscow. In the fall of 2007, she said she needed a European vacation to sort some things out, and asked if she could meet me somewhere. I told her, "Sure, meet me in Lithuania." completely expecting to be blown off. To my surprise and delight, she sold her jeep and bought a ticket to Latvia. Close enough. Five years of sporadic emails, missed chances, and unfortunate circumstances had passed before I finally told her I'd had a crush on her since we first met. We traveled together for only three weeks, but our time together was super intense and we clicked hard!
During our time together in Eastern Europe, she reciprocated my feelings and gave me grand hope for a future together, but as she had a boyfriend at this time, she ended up breaking my heart and going back to him.
I moved on, but somehow we ended up at the same university, even in the same program! It took quite a bit of effort on her part, but at long last she convinced me, and at the end of 2008 we began a relationship. We had some amazing times together - times that will forever put a smile on my face when I think of them. Tragically, our eternal curse of bad timing seems to have shown its ugly, yet consistent, face once again and our relationship ended along with our time in Costa Rica. Nevertheless, she's a super special gal, and I'm glad to have had the opportunity to be with her while I was with her.
The academic part of my year in Costa Rica peaked just as it was ending. My favorite scholarly moment occurred during my last class when we learned that the current-ish health craze to remove trans-fats (hydrogenated oils) from the market is, in fact, destroying the rain forest! Ha! I even laughed out loud in class at that one. Turns out, the foods we love so much that used to contain trans-fats require some kind of delicious alternative. That alternative is palm oil. All of a sudden there was a giant demand in the market for palm oil to which suppliers responded in force! Oil palm plantations are dominating land where rain forest once thrived. This is mostly so in Indonesia - but apparently it's happening to a lesser extent (though still significant) in Costa Rica as well.
Directly following my time in Costa Rica was a one week fellowship for which I had managed to qualify. The Sustainable Energy Fellowship taught a group of 40 university students the ins and outs of sustainable energy. We learned about wind and solar power, nuclear power, fuel cells, batteries, carbon emissions and their politics, and we had a great time learning about all of them! I finally shed my hippie views of nuclear power equaling the stupidest idea ever, and instead adopted the idea of energy resource diversity in terms of feasibility. I made some great contacts, and again met people from all over the country, studying a variety of different disciplines. This project started out being a free ticket home from Costa Rica, but I ended up benefiting much more from it than simply a free ticket. I hope to use this knowledge in some of my future endeavors.
While at the University of Michigan for this fellowship, I got a job offer back home! Hot damn! So in addition to coming home to friends and family, I also get to come home to a job! I'm accepting a position with Oregon Metro doing hazardous waste disposal. This is the same job I had before I left for the Peace Corps, four years ago, but I'll be at a different facility, a slower facility. This means there will be some extra time to implement some creative projects that I hope will utilize my overseas experiences to benefit my community and my new coworkers!
I'm in a good place, emotionally, physically, and mentally, to start my life over in the Pacific Northwest. Not that I necessarily need to "start over", but I've finally got a chance to plant some roots and bring a bit of stability to my life. I'm excited at the prospect of this new adventure called normalcy, and I can't wait for all the pieces to fall into place!
My picture site is ready if you want to have your mind blown with my mind-blowing photography skills. I think my subsequent posts will be on the order of my adjustment to living in the USA and reverse culture shock after being away for four years. Thanks for reading. Stay tuned!
I don't think there's been much secret in my writing nor my stories that I was not overly impressed with Costa Rica. In fact, I wasn't impressed at all. Some would even say that I downright didn't like it (I would be one of those who made such a claim). I do feel some kind of obligation to disclaim that I arrived to Costa Rica already bitter. I was bitter about two major issues: spending one more year in another developing country, and being away from my friends and family for one more year. With that perspective, I openly admit that it would have been pretty hard for anyone to walk away from this experience saying, "Gee wiz, Costa Rica and UPeace are great!" This may explain my cynicism and negative outlook on a lot of my writings.
It wasn't all bad, though. I met some amazing people from everywhere in the world. I encountered moments of intense mental stimulation and new ideas, something for which graduate school is renowned. I saw some interesting things and places and had some very entertaining adventures. Probably the most significant thing was finally getting the chance to date my dream girl.
I met Becca in a hostel in 2002 in Switzerland, and I had a crush on her immediately. She was the first girl with whom I had ever made a first move. She "tripped" as I tried to kiss her on a star-lit walk through a Swiss mountain village so I decided to try again. She tripped again, of course, before I realized she wasn't tripping... Oh well. Got her email in the morning and then left town. We stayed in e-contact for a while, during which time I found out she had had a boyfriend while we were in Switzerland. In the summer of 2004 she sent me an email saying she was coming to Seattle for a job training and invited me to dinner with her (she thought I lived in Seattle). I said I lived in Portland, but I would be happy to make the drive (3 hours) to have dinner with her. Fully expecting that she still had a boyfriend, I didn't make a move. I also didn't make a move because I was shy as hell. We had such an amazing time together that at the end of the night, she invited me to stay. I told her I couldn't because I had to work in the morning. She asked if she could give me a kiss goodnight and I thought it was the most amazing thing in the world! Her version of this story was that I didn't kiss her back... But she was only the second girl I'd ever kissed; I didn't know what the hell I was doing.
After driving home for 30 minutes I realized how much of a dumbass I was, and called her to tell her I would ditch work the following day and come back up. It never happened, but she invited me to Arizona where she was to work for the season. I found out that she didn't have a boyfriend when we were in Seattle so I got my act together and met her in Phoenix just before Christmas, 2004. I went down there with such high expectations and it ended up being the most awkward, uncomfortable, embarrassing experience in the world. I flirted my brains out with her and she wasn't the least bit receptive. Turns out, she got back together with her boyfriend over Thanksgiving and forgot to inform me.
Bummed, I put her out of my head until fall of 2006. She sent me an email saying she was single and had just got a new job and wanted to come see me in Bulgaria during my Peace Corps service for Christmas and New Years. I was stoked out of my mind! I started building up expectations again and getting incredibly excited! A week before she was going to buy her ticket, she got fired and couldn't afford the trip. Denied!
Almost another year went by before I heard from her again. I had just finished my Peace Corps service and was zigzagging north through Eastern Europe to Moscow. In the fall of 2007, she said she needed a European vacation to sort some things out, and asked if she could meet me somewhere. I told her, "Sure, meet me in Lithuania." completely expecting to be blown off. To my surprise and delight, she sold her jeep and bought a ticket to Latvia. Close enough. Five years of sporadic emails, missed chances, and unfortunate circumstances had passed before I finally told her I'd had a crush on her since we first met. We traveled together for only three weeks, but our time together was super intense and we clicked hard!
During our time together in Eastern Europe, she reciprocated my feelings and gave me grand hope for a future together, but as she had a boyfriend at this time, she ended up breaking my heart and going back to him.I moved on, but somehow we ended up at the same university, even in the same program! It took quite a bit of effort on her part, but at long last she convinced me, and at the end of 2008 we began a relationship. We had some amazing times together - times that will forever put a smile on my face when I think of them. Tragically, our eternal curse of bad timing seems to have shown its ugly, yet consistent, face once again and our relationship ended along with our time in Costa Rica. Nevertheless, she's a super special gal, and I'm glad to have had the opportunity to be with her while I was with her.
The academic part of my year in Costa Rica peaked just as it was ending. My favorite scholarly moment occurred during my last class when we learned that the current-ish health craze to remove trans-fats (hydrogenated oils) from the market is, in fact, destroying the rain forest! Ha! I even laughed out loud in class at that one. Turns out, the foods we love so much that used to contain trans-fats require some kind of delicious alternative. That alternative is palm oil. All of a sudden there was a giant demand in the market for palm oil to which suppliers responded in force! Oil palm plantations are dominating land where rain forest once thrived. This is mostly so in Indonesia - but apparently it's happening to a lesser extent (though still significant) in Costa Rica as well.Directly following my time in Costa Rica was a one week fellowship for which I had managed to qualify. The Sustainable Energy Fellowship taught a group of 40 university students the ins and outs of sustainable energy. We learned about wind and solar power, nuclear power, fuel cells, batteries, carbon emissions and their politics, and we had a great time learning about all of them! I finally shed my hippie views of nuclear power equaling the stupidest idea ever, and instead adopted the idea of energy resource diversity in terms of feasibility. I made some great contacts, and again met people from all over the country, studying a variety of different disciplines. This project started out being a free ticket home from Costa Rica, but I ended up benefiting much more from it than simply a free ticket. I hope to use this knowledge in some of my future endeavors.
While at the University of Michigan for this fellowship, I got a job offer back home! Hot damn! So in addition to coming home to friends and family, I also get to come home to a job! I'm accepting a position with Oregon Metro doing hazardous waste disposal. This is the same job I had before I left for the Peace Corps, four years ago, but I'll be at a different facility, a slower facility. This means there will be some extra time to implement some creative projects that I hope will utilize my overseas experiences to benefit my community and my new coworkers!
I'm in a good place, emotionally, physically, and mentally, to start my life over in the Pacific Northwest. Not that I necessarily need to "start over", but I've finally got a chance to plant some roots and bring a bit of stability to my life. I'm excited at the prospect of this new adventure called normalcy, and I can't wait for all the pieces to fall into place!
My picture site is ready if you want to have your mind blown with my mind-blowing photography skills. I think my subsequent posts will be on the order of my adjustment to living in the USA and reverse culture shock after being away for four years. Thanks for reading. Stay tuned!
Monday, May 25, 2009
UPeace - Responsibility and Sustainability
Other than my internship proposal that was due in February and several internship write-ups that are supposed to be due whenever I find an internship - this is the last piece of writing for my graduate coursework in Costa Rica at the University for Peace! It was for a three-week class called Natural Resource Management Field Trip - the idea being that we studied natural resource management in various locations around southern Costa Rica. Many of my references in this paper are you-had-to-be-there type references, and not too many folks outside the class would fully understand the context. This is the last UPeace paper I will post, but there will be one more about Costa Rica in a week or two.
I'm off to the University of Michigan for the Sustainable Energy Fellowship, and then back home to try and start a normal life!
Just sit right back and you'll read a tale, a tale of a fateful trip; that started from a tropical forest, aboard a tiny bus. Jan was a mighty forestry man, Guntra brave and sure. 12 students began another class, on a nine day tour, a nine day tour. The weather at times was rough, rivers and hills slowed down our bus. If not for the knowledge of the fearless professors, the course would be lost, the course would be lost. The bus stopped here and there within this uncharted jungle, and we studied from dawn till dusk, here on the Osa Peninsula!
I began this adventure looking through the lenses of a couple different perspectives. I wanted to tie-up my year's experiences and use the sometimes ambiguous concept of sustainability along with a simple concept that I have come to embrace more and more - responsibility - in order to frame my observations. Within this context, I analyzed different forms of tourism, agriculture, and forestry to determine if the management of these industries, within the Osa Peninsula and Southern Costa Rica, is sustainable and responsible.
Tourism
I have spent a cumulative of nearly two years being a tourist. Of course, my ego would sooner tell you that I was a "Traveler" and not a "Tourist", but the fact remains: I have visited 52 countries and have seen many different spins on the tourism industry.
My general opinion on the tourism industry is that it destroys a community's culture. I use Prague, Czech Republic as the perfect example: the entire old town is filled with tiny shops selling the exact same souvenirs. There is no difference between any individual shop, and the most common "authentic" Czech souvenir is a plastic piece of crap that was made in China anyway. Gone are the shoe repair shops, bakeries, or whatever used to exist in the old town only 20 years ago; replaced with skill-less occupations at the mercy of foreign interest. Okay, this is a major European city, but I've seen the same thing in remote, undeveloped areas as well. Local peoples get so attracted by the thought of making a buck off a foreigner that they neglect or altogether stop whatever it was they were doing with their lives in order to cater to the whims of tourists. Our first stop, at Longo Mai, seemed to support my negative perception of tourism.
Here was a tiny village of Salvadorian refugees who appeared to have embraced something so far from anything they have ever known. What’s their motivation? Someone from a western perspective might say that they are simply developing themselves by learning new skills that allow them to be successful at a particular trade, tourism, thereby providing an adequate livelihood for their community members. Although honorable, I think this is too idealistic of a perspective. I believe the translation I received was something more to the effect of: “the people of Longo Mai are just trying to live”. That is, just trying to make their way in their world today. Surely there must be a different way for them to "live" that wouldn't be so destructive to their culture.
In contrast to my views that the community depends on tourism, we learned that many of the villagers worked for "The Company" in nearby fields. "The Company" in this case was a pineapple production company. On the other hand, an example that supports my views was seen as closely as my host family. We learned that they had directly benefited from tourism – and this was not a rare story for the village. The mother had 15 children and two of her daughters were married to Austrians that had passed through their town. They now live in Austria and send back money from time to time. Their husbands made it possible for the construction of the guest rooms in which I stayed. This family now has income potential that only depends on tourist numbers.
In the Longo Mai community, we learned that there are 40 families that host around 200 to 250 tourists per year as home stays. From the appearance of the town, I can't imagine its population being larger than those 40 families, which really illuminates the impact of 250 tourists per year in their little community. The question I have is, are these folks being responsible with the resources available to them? Is there management of their resources sustainable? My answer to both questions is no.
From my western educated perspective, these people's greatest resource is their culture; a culture that is at risk. The influence of foreign ideas and expectations corrodes whatever belief system and traditions they have held for years. I'm not saying new ideas should be shunned, but they should come from within the community as a natural development process. The tourism industry that they have incorporated into their village is not sustainable because it is so dependent on the tourism market. They're trying to grow, but as they do so, they will lose the original appeal that attracted tourists to their quaint village in the first place. Perhaps it's simply the tragedy of the noble savage, but I feel these people are being irresponsible with their most valuable resource by pursuing and implementing an unsustainable livelihood.
Agriculture
Our second destination, Tesoro Verde, had a very fortunate surprise in the form of an insightful local activist, Pedro. For me, Pedro’s stories perfectly illustrated a connection between tourism and agriculture, and indeed, even forest management.
Pedro said that before tourism arrived to Drake Bay in 1983, only a year after he himself had arrived, the local people had survived on subsistence hunting and farming, but now tourism is dominating as the main industry. Pedro had 25 years of experience in Tesoro Verde working within the tourism industry, and he had some very interesting things to say about it. I'll start with his comment about how a lack of tourism in recent years is "forcing" people to adopt agricultural livelihoods. Is there no other production in Costa Rica than that of food production? Pedro's use of the word 'forcing' made me think that no one wanted an agricultural livelihood, but that everyone could fall back on it as a last resort or in case of an emergency. This reluctance towards agriculture left me with the impression that these people also had a lack of respect for it. When respect is lacking, often responsibility is also lacking.
As Pedro continued, utilizing all his favorite English curse words, he told us about a grave problem in his life: a bureaucratic conflict between MINAET and IDA. He said that he "owned" a significant portion of land, but added that his ownership and stewardship of that land was at risk due to this conflict. He said that MINAET was telling him that he can't plant anything on his land so as to conserve the forest that exists there, but IDA told him that he had to plant something, or utilize the land agriculturally, or else he would lose the land forever! It was a complex and extremely confusing contradiction of Costa Rican governance that had left this poor soul in an unwinnable battle against stress. His conclusion was that if his primary income, tourism, should decline any more than it already has, that his only option would be to cut down two of his hectares of forest in order to implement something agricultural. This is Pedro's last resort. He almost sounded threatening as he told us this fact - that he would cut down the trees to spite the government and the wavering tourism industry. This strikes me as being extremely irresponsible with one's natural resources as well as falling way short of any kind of sustainability goals. Although, for the moment, this is only his attitude, it is a very real and likely possibility.
Another significant look at agriculture in the south of Costa Rica was at the oil palm plantation and processing facility of En Su Punto. The sustainability of this operation was a bit questionable. On the one hand, the Coop had survived devastating price drops in the market in the past. On the other hand, they are supporting a monoculture mentality, and with all their eggs in one basket, if upon the next price drop, the price stays down, then the entire community will lose.
The Greasy Palms, Friends of the Earth, article showed us that although business in the oil palm sector is an incredible booming market, along with the profits it creates, it also creates extreme deforestation. Brendan tried to address this unfortunate situation with the En Su Punto representative, but his response was that "one tree is just as good as any other" and since there were lots of oil palm trees planted on their 12,000 hectares, this means there is a lot of "forest" that wouldn't otherwise be there, as before there were only non-tree agricultural crops such as corn, rice and beans. This is definitely a point, though I'm not sure it's a good one. The sustainability of their land use practices is not questionable. In fact, the representative told us that scientific calculations suggested they could expect a yield of 25 tons of product per hectare per year. Through the manipulation of land, their actual yield was 35 tons of product per hectare per year. He disclosed this point as a positive thing, but I immediately saw it as a red flag.
I later asked him about the inputs required to keep the "fertile" soil more productive than is scientifically expected. His response was that this last year, each plant received one kilogram of fertilizer in two applications, each six months apart. I asked how that compared to last year, and 10 years ago. He said that each year, the amount of fertilizer changes and that they have scientists who do soil testing to determine how much fertilizer to apply every six months. I asked him to clarify how it "changed" - whether the amounts of fertilizer increased each year or whether the amounts were randomly fluctuating. He said, "It changes." Remembering his unrelenting positivity about the coop and palm oil, along with his insistence that a monoculture palm oil plantation is the best thing for the community and the environment, I used my superior judgment skills to determine that the inconsistent fertilizer inputs needed to maintain a consistent yield is most likely an indicator that this scenario is not a sustainable situation.
From these examples it would seem that agriculture is inherently pitted against forest conservation. It's easy to understand that people's livelihoods take priority over preserving the rain forest. How can you tell a starving family not to cut down trees in order to plant crops for their own subsistence? You can't. But you can provide reasonable amounts of land for both! Using some kind of superior land management practices with equitable distribution and a commitment to responsible land use, I believe that forests can be preserved for their own benefit and the benefit of eco-tourism, while communities can meet their needs through traditional, or even modern, agricultural practices.
Forestry
As I stated in my presentation, the anthropocentric concept of forestry for timber production was not a theme we visited on our trip. However, forestry, in terms of conservation, was a large part of the communities and industries we observed.
The idea of forestry conservation has great implications on the responsibility and sustainability of the forest. The concept generates many positive thoughts as far as the future of these forests goes, as well as the potential that lies beyond the sector of forestry. A healthy and responsibly managed forest system is the foundation for the massive eco-tourism industry in Costa Rica, which is one of its main industries. It would make sense then, if its management was a high priority. Unfortunately, from my perception, that's not what we encountered.
My most profound perception of forestry issues came to me when Marzia, from Neotropica, led us on a hike into Corcovado. The hike was wonderful and beautiful. Any nature lover would have been impressed at the species diversity we encountered and the apparent health of the forest. But when we returned from our hike to the MINAET park ranger station for a debriefing, we got a completely different picture of the park. It was a societal/bureaucratic picture that was the complete opposite of the natural beauty we experienced.
We were all appalled to hear that the problems of illegal hunting and illegal logging were actually significant problems. The hunting seemed to be minimally for food, and mostly for sport and spite. I say spite because of the stories the rangers told of finding dead animals with notes attached to their bodies insulting MINAET.
They gave a quote that only 10% of the perpetrators were local, but they were all from Costa Rica. It was a disgusting insight into three things: a lack of respect for governmental regulations that exist to protect nature; a lack of governmental capacity for controlling this situation; and blatant irresponsibility towards one's country and its natural resources, which destroys any chances of sustainability when talking about forestry conservation.
There were only seven guys that monitor and control this park. They spoke of armed conflicts and shoot-outs with illegal hunters, but my better judgment says that for the wages they earn, they probably more often lay low when they encounter perpetrators, if they even encounter them at all. They also spoke of drug runners from Colombia and Panama increasing the danger of the job, but also increasing the hopes of a "find" after one drug runner has made a drop and before the next one comes in for the "pick up". They told a story of 300 kilograms of cocaine being found on the beach, waiting for pickup. Finds like that create a much better retirement plan than whatever MINAET is offering.
In another park, La Amistad, there are only 13 park rangers who have the task of monitoring and protecting an area that is 4% of Costa Rica's total land area! How can only 13 people be given this responsibility? How can success be expected in this situation? It's simply impossible. Governmental priorities are elsewhere.
As far as forestry conservation goes, I find nearly complete disregard on the part of the government, which I interpret as being insanely irresponsible. I also find that sustainability is possible if enforcement and respect of regulations could ever be achieved. But as they are not, sustainability is currently a failure.
This dire conclusion shows signs of light, though. In the community of Coopa Buena, where Brendan's project, the Finca Project, exists, hope is being created one tree at a time. I spoke with 20 community members and gathered a perspective of positivity. Brendan's NGO is playing a crucial role in reforestation and education in a small community, which is something this country desperately needs.
The community perspective that I gathered from 20 people, showed that people have a genuine concern over deforestation and pollution of the forest. They were extremely grateful for a project in their community that aimed at reforesting the land while educating people as to why that particular goal is important and why the forest should be respected.
If we've seen that some people don't care about nature, and some people do, where do we go and what do we do? My guess is that majority of people don't care one way or another about the health of the forest as long as they have a home and a couple meals a day, but the question remains: What can be done to increase responsibility and sustainability?
The Judkins Recommendation
What could possibly tie tourism, agriculture, and forestry all together while bringing sustainability and responsibility to the forefront of each of their management priorities? I would like to propose an idea that may not seem consistent with the ideals of the University for Peace. I would like to propose the reinstatement of the Costa Rican military.
From my perspective, two of Costa Rica's largest problems are its apathetic population and its corrupt and lethargic government. The combination of these two components produces results like those discussed with MINAET in Corcovado: regulations not being respected which led to wildlife and forest destruction. This is one example. How can both of these contributing factors be mitigated? Easy, a new military! However, the definition of military is slightly altered in my proposal.
When I say military, I really mean, “some form of a forceful hand of the government focused as much on civil service as on the defense of the country's resources”. I’m suggesting the reinstatement of the military, as my assumptions tell me that the once-existing military infrastructure would make an ideal means for the formation of this non-military, civil service division of the government. Imagine the possibilities that could come from an obligatory country service program. For example, when youth graduate high school, before they move on to a university program or a job, they would be required to serve one year in the New Costa Rican Non-Conventional Military for Civil Service Projects (NCRNCMCSP), or maybe it could be called Tico Corps. Young adults would learn skills while simultaneously providing essential services to ailing communities. Proper modern roads could be constructed in addition to other forms of basic infrastructure to support the country's development and allow for the tourism industry to blossom while being kept under control for sustainability. Agricultural lands could be properly monitored for erosion control, integrated species/crop diversity, pesticide reductions through invasive/problem species control and elimination. Illegal forest dumpsites could be cleaned; even a branch of a more conventional militaristic civil service could have the numbers, resources, and potential to bring real defense to national parks and protected forests, including the animals at risk of illegal hunting, as well as the trees at risk of illegal logging.
Not only would a civil service program provide a force to protect forests and deter drug running; to provide labor for agricultural efficiency and sustainability; to assist in one of Costa Rica's biggest industries, tourism, with basic infrastructure and guest services; it would also provide Costa Rica's youth with invaluable life skills, as well as insights and perspectives on the value of their land and the risks that threaten it. Personal development of the youth participants would be ensured through the vast diversity of possible niches that a program like this would incorporate.
The problem still remaining, a corrupt government, could be mitigated through the creation of many high level positions within the NCRNCMCSP program that would provide oversight, checks and balances, and an encouragement of transparency by having more eyes seeing government actions and more voices impacting responsible governance. It is precisely the reduction in corruption that would be necessary to finance such a program in the first place. It would be nice if the amount of money being skimmed off the top at all different levels would be able to fund such a massive program, but there is the possibility of increased taxation to fill in the gaps.
Conclusion
Osa: The final frontier. This was the voyage of our Natural Resource Management Field Trip. Our nine day mission was to explore a strange new peninsula; to seek out new life and new civilizations; to boldly go where no UPeace student had gone before.
We had a very unique opportunity to see firsthand the problems, challenges and successes of local peoples, as well as governmental employees in different degrees of tourism, agriculture, and forestry. Although there were some success stories, like that of the Finca Project and its community, I feel Costa Rica has a long way to go in bringing responsibility and sustainability to the forefront of management practices.
I also feel that the best way to go about accomplishing this would be a civil service obligation to conquer the population's "Pura Vida" apathy problem by getting everyone involved in meaningful, productive projects for the betterment of the country and each community within. I realize how unrealistic any kind of implementation of the NCRNCMCSP as described by the Judkins Recommendation may be, as it is quite extreme, but I do feel it is within the realms of possibility that a less extreme, similar program that focused on getting citizens engaged in the development of themselves and their communities is the answer to some of Costa Rica's woes. Equitable, individual responsibility will inevitably produce sustainability in the sectors of tourism, agriculture, forestry and beyond.
I'm off to the University of Michigan for the Sustainable Energy Fellowship, and then back home to try and start a normal life!
Responsibility and Sustainability
Just sit right back and you'll read a tale, a tale of a fateful trip; that started from a tropical forest, aboard a tiny bus. Jan was a mighty forestry man, Guntra brave and sure. 12 students began another class, on a nine day tour, a nine day tour. The weather at times was rough, rivers and hills slowed down our bus. If not for the knowledge of the fearless professors, the course would be lost, the course would be lost. The bus stopped here and there within this uncharted jungle, and we studied from dawn till dusk, here on the Osa Peninsula!
I began this adventure looking through the lenses of a couple different perspectives. I wanted to tie-up my year's experiences and use the sometimes ambiguous concept of sustainability along with a simple concept that I have come to embrace more and more - responsibility - in order to frame my observations. Within this context, I analyzed different forms of tourism, agriculture, and forestry to determine if the management of these industries, within the Osa Peninsula and Southern Costa Rica, is sustainable and responsible.
Tourism
I have spent a cumulative of nearly two years being a tourist. Of course, my ego would sooner tell you that I was a "Traveler" and not a "Tourist", but the fact remains: I have visited 52 countries and have seen many different spins on the tourism industry.
My general opinion on the tourism industry is that it destroys a community's culture. I use Prague, Czech Republic as the perfect example: the entire old town is filled with tiny shops selling the exact same souvenirs. There is no difference between any individual shop, and the most common "authentic" Czech souvenir is a plastic piece of crap that was made in China anyway. Gone are the shoe repair shops, bakeries, or whatever used to exist in the old town only 20 years ago; replaced with skill-less occupations at the mercy of foreign interest. Okay, this is a major European city, but I've seen the same thing in remote, undeveloped areas as well. Local peoples get so attracted by the thought of making a buck off a foreigner that they neglect or altogether stop whatever it was they were doing with their lives in order to cater to the whims of tourists. Our first stop, at Longo Mai, seemed to support my negative perception of tourism.
Here was a tiny village of Salvadorian refugees who appeared to have embraced something so far from anything they have ever known. What’s their motivation? Someone from a western perspective might say that they are simply developing themselves by learning new skills that allow them to be successful at a particular trade, tourism, thereby providing an adequate livelihood for their community members. Although honorable, I think this is too idealistic of a perspective. I believe the translation I received was something more to the effect of: “the people of Longo Mai are just trying to live”. That is, just trying to make their way in their world today. Surely there must be a different way for them to "live" that wouldn't be so destructive to their culture.
In contrast to my views that the community depends on tourism, we learned that many of the villagers worked for "The Company" in nearby fields. "The Company" in this case was a pineapple production company. On the other hand, an example that supports my views was seen as closely as my host family. We learned that they had directly benefited from tourism – and this was not a rare story for the village. The mother had 15 children and two of her daughters were married to Austrians that had passed through their town. They now live in Austria and send back money from time to time. Their husbands made it possible for the construction of the guest rooms in which I stayed. This family now has income potential that only depends on tourist numbers.
In the Longo Mai community, we learned that there are 40 families that host around 200 to 250 tourists per year as home stays. From the appearance of the town, I can't imagine its population being larger than those 40 families, which really illuminates the impact of 250 tourists per year in their little community. The question I have is, are these folks being responsible with the resources available to them? Is there management of their resources sustainable? My answer to both questions is no.
From my western educated perspective, these people's greatest resource is their culture; a culture that is at risk. The influence of foreign ideas and expectations corrodes whatever belief system and traditions they have held for years. I'm not saying new ideas should be shunned, but they should come from within the community as a natural development process. The tourism industry that they have incorporated into their village is not sustainable because it is so dependent on the tourism market. They're trying to grow, but as they do so, they will lose the original appeal that attracted tourists to their quaint village in the first place. Perhaps it's simply the tragedy of the noble savage, but I feel these people are being irresponsible with their most valuable resource by pursuing and implementing an unsustainable livelihood.
Agriculture
Our second destination, Tesoro Verde, had a very fortunate surprise in the form of an insightful local activist, Pedro. For me, Pedro’s stories perfectly illustrated a connection between tourism and agriculture, and indeed, even forest management.
Pedro said that before tourism arrived to Drake Bay in 1983, only a year after he himself had arrived, the local people had survived on subsistence hunting and farming, but now tourism is dominating as the main industry. Pedro had 25 years of experience in Tesoro Verde working within the tourism industry, and he had some very interesting things to say about it. I'll start with his comment about how a lack of tourism in recent years is "forcing" people to adopt agricultural livelihoods. Is there no other production in Costa Rica than that of food production? Pedro's use of the word 'forcing' made me think that no one wanted an agricultural livelihood, but that everyone could fall back on it as a last resort or in case of an emergency. This reluctance towards agriculture left me with the impression that these people also had a lack of respect for it. When respect is lacking, often responsibility is also lacking.
As Pedro continued, utilizing all his favorite English curse words, he told us about a grave problem in his life: a bureaucratic conflict between MINAET and IDA. He said that he "owned" a significant portion of land, but added that his ownership and stewardship of that land was at risk due to this conflict. He said that MINAET was telling him that he can't plant anything on his land so as to conserve the forest that exists there, but IDA told him that he had to plant something, or utilize the land agriculturally, or else he would lose the land forever! It was a complex and extremely confusing contradiction of Costa Rican governance that had left this poor soul in an unwinnable battle against stress. His conclusion was that if his primary income, tourism, should decline any more than it already has, that his only option would be to cut down two of his hectares of forest in order to implement something agricultural. This is Pedro's last resort. He almost sounded threatening as he told us this fact - that he would cut down the trees to spite the government and the wavering tourism industry. This strikes me as being extremely irresponsible with one's natural resources as well as falling way short of any kind of sustainability goals. Although, for the moment, this is only his attitude, it is a very real and likely possibility.
Another significant look at agriculture in the south of Costa Rica was at the oil palm plantation and processing facility of En Su Punto. The sustainability of this operation was a bit questionable. On the one hand, the Coop had survived devastating price drops in the market in the past. On the other hand, they are supporting a monoculture mentality, and with all their eggs in one basket, if upon the next price drop, the price stays down, then the entire community will lose.
The Greasy Palms, Friends of the Earth, article showed us that although business in the oil palm sector is an incredible booming market, along with the profits it creates, it also creates extreme deforestation. Brendan tried to address this unfortunate situation with the En Su Punto representative, but his response was that "one tree is just as good as any other" and since there were lots of oil palm trees planted on their 12,000 hectares, this means there is a lot of "forest" that wouldn't otherwise be there, as before there were only non-tree agricultural crops such as corn, rice and beans. This is definitely a point, though I'm not sure it's a good one. The sustainability of their land use practices is not questionable. In fact, the representative told us that scientific calculations suggested they could expect a yield of 25 tons of product per hectare per year. Through the manipulation of land, their actual yield was 35 tons of product per hectare per year. He disclosed this point as a positive thing, but I immediately saw it as a red flag.
I later asked him about the inputs required to keep the "fertile" soil more productive than is scientifically expected. His response was that this last year, each plant received one kilogram of fertilizer in two applications, each six months apart. I asked how that compared to last year, and 10 years ago. He said that each year, the amount of fertilizer changes and that they have scientists who do soil testing to determine how much fertilizer to apply every six months. I asked him to clarify how it "changed" - whether the amounts of fertilizer increased each year or whether the amounts were randomly fluctuating. He said, "It changes." Remembering his unrelenting positivity about the coop and palm oil, along with his insistence that a monoculture palm oil plantation is the best thing for the community and the environment, I used my superior judgment skills to determine that the inconsistent fertilizer inputs needed to maintain a consistent yield is most likely an indicator that this scenario is not a sustainable situation.
From these examples it would seem that agriculture is inherently pitted against forest conservation. It's easy to understand that people's livelihoods take priority over preserving the rain forest. How can you tell a starving family not to cut down trees in order to plant crops for their own subsistence? You can't. But you can provide reasonable amounts of land for both! Using some kind of superior land management practices with equitable distribution and a commitment to responsible land use, I believe that forests can be preserved for their own benefit and the benefit of eco-tourism, while communities can meet their needs through traditional, or even modern, agricultural practices.
Forestry
As I stated in my presentation, the anthropocentric concept of forestry for timber production was not a theme we visited on our trip. However, forestry, in terms of conservation, was a large part of the communities and industries we observed.
The idea of forestry conservation has great implications on the responsibility and sustainability of the forest. The concept generates many positive thoughts as far as the future of these forests goes, as well as the potential that lies beyond the sector of forestry. A healthy and responsibly managed forest system is the foundation for the massive eco-tourism industry in Costa Rica, which is one of its main industries. It would make sense then, if its management was a high priority. Unfortunately, from my perception, that's not what we encountered.
My most profound perception of forestry issues came to me when Marzia, from Neotropica, led us on a hike into Corcovado. The hike was wonderful and beautiful. Any nature lover would have been impressed at the species diversity we encountered and the apparent health of the forest. But when we returned from our hike to the MINAET park ranger station for a debriefing, we got a completely different picture of the park. It was a societal/bureaucratic picture that was the complete opposite of the natural beauty we experienced.
We were all appalled to hear that the problems of illegal hunting and illegal logging were actually significant problems. The hunting seemed to be minimally for food, and mostly for sport and spite. I say spite because of the stories the rangers told of finding dead animals with notes attached to their bodies insulting MINAET.
They gave a quote that only 10% of the perpetrators were local, but they were all from Costa Rica. It was a disgusting insight into three things: a lack of respect for governmental regulations that exist to protect nature; a lack of governmental capacity for controlling this situation; and blatant irresponsibility towards one's country and its natural resources, which destroys any chances of sustainability when talking about forestry conservation.
There were only seven guys that monitor and control this park. They spoke of armed conflicts and shoot-outs with illegal hunters, but my better judgment says that for the wages they earn, they probably more often lay low when they encounter perpetrators, if they even encounter them at all. They also spoke of drug runners from Colombia and Panama increasing the danger of the job, but also increasing the hopes of a "find" after one drug runner has made a drop and before the next one comes in for the "pick up". They told a story of 300 kilograms of cocaine being found on the beach, waiting for pickup. Finds like that create a much better retirement plan than whatever MINAET is offering.
In another park, La Amistad, there are only 13 park rangers who have the task of monitoring and protecting an area that is 4% of Costa Rica's total land area! How can only 13 people be given this responsibility? How can success be expected in this situation? It's simply impossible. Governmental priorities are elsewhere.
As far as forestry conservation goes, I find nearly complete disregard on the part of the government, which I interpret as being insanely irresponsible. I also find that sustainability is possible if enforcement and respect of regulations could ever be achieved. But as they are not, sustainability is currently a failure.
This dire conclusion shows signs of light, though. In the community of Coopa Buena, where Brendan's project, the Finca Project, exists, hope is being created one tree at a time. I spoke with 20 community members and gathered a perspective of positivity. Brendan's NGO is playing a crucial role in reforestation and education in a small community, which is something this country desperately needs.
The community perspective that I gathered from 20 people, showed that people have a genuine concern over deforestation and pollution of the forest. They were extremely grateful for a project in their community that aimed at reforesting the land while educating people as to why that particular goal is important and why the forest should be respected.
If we've seen that some people don't care about nature, and some people do, where do we go and what do we do? My guess is that majority of people don't care one way or another about the health of the forest as long as they have a home and a couple meals a day, but the question remains: What can be done to increase responsibility and sustainability?
The Judkins Recommendation
What could possibly tie tourism, agriculture, and forestry all together while bringing sustainability and responsibility to the forefront of each of their management priorities? I would like to propose an idea that may not seem consistent with the ideals of the University for Peace. I would like to propose the reinstatement of the Costa Rican military.
From my perspective, two of Costa Rica's largest problems are its apathetic population and its corrupt and lethargic government. The combination of these two components produces results like those discussed with MINAET in Corcovado: regulations not being respected which led to wildlife and forest destruction. This is one example. How can both of these contributing factors be mitigated? Easy, a new military! However, the definition of military is slightly altered in my proposal.
When I say military, I really mean, “some form of a forceful hand of the government focused as much on civil service as on the defense of the country's resources”. I’m suggesting the reinstatement of the military, as my assumptions tell me that the once-existing military infrastructure would make an ideal means for the formation of this non-military, civil service division of the government. Imagine the possibilities that could come from an obligatory country service program. For example, when youth graduate high school, before they move on to a university program or a job, they would be required to serve one year in the New Costa Rican Non-Conventional Military for Civil Service Projects (NCRNCMCSP), or maybe it could be called Tico Corps. Young adults would learn skills while simultaneously providing essential services to ailing communities. Proper modern roads could be constructed in addition to other forms of basic infrastructure to support the country's development and allow for the tourism industry to blossom while being kept under control for sustainability. Agricultural lands could be properly monitored for erosion control, integrated species/crop diversity, pesticide reductions through invasive/problem species control and elimination. Illegal forest dumpsites could be cleaned; even a branch of a more conventional militaristic civil service could have the numbers, resources, and potential to bring real defense to national parks and protected forests, including the animals at risk of illegal hunting, as well as the trees at risk of illegal logging.
Not only would a civil service program provide a force to protect forests and deter drug running; to provide labor for agricultural efficiency and sustainability; to assist in one of Costa Rica's biggest industries, tourism, with basic infrastructure and guest services; it would also provide Costa Rica's youth with invaluable life skills, as well as insights and perspectives on the value of their land and the risks that threaten it. Personal development of the youth participants would be ensured through the vast diversity of possible niches that a program like this would incorporate.
The problem still remaining, a corrupt government, could be mitigated through the creation of many high level positions within the NCRNCMCSP program that would provide oversight, checks and balances, and an encouragement of transparency by having more eyes seeing government actions and more voices impacting responsible governance. It is precisely the reduction in corruption that would be necessary to finance such a program in the first place. It would be nice if the amount of money being skimmed off the top at all different levels would be able to fund such a massive program, but there is the possibility of increased taxation to fill in the gaps.
Conclusion
Osa: The final frontier. This was the voyage of our Natural Resource Management Field Trip. Our nine day mission was to explore a strange new peninsula; to seek out new life and new civilizations; to boldly go where no UPeace student had gone before.
We had a very unique opportunity to see firsthand the problems, challenges and successes of local peoples, as well as governmental employees in different degrees of tourism, agriculture, and forestry. Although there were some success stories, like that of the Finca Project and its community, I feel Costa Rica has a long way to go in bringing responsibility and sustainability to the forefront of management practices.
I also feel that the best way to go about accomplishing this would be a civil service obligation to conquer the population's "Pura Vida" apathy problem by getting everyone involved in meaningful, productive projects for the betterment of the country and each community within. I realize how unrealistic any kind of implementation of the NCRNCMCSP as described by the Judkins Recommendation may be, as it is quite extreme, but I do feel it is within the realms of possibility that a less extreme, similar program that focused on getting citizens engaged in the development of themselves and their communities is the answer to some of Costa Rica's woes. Equitable, individual responsibility will inevitably produce sustainability in the sectors of tourism, agriculture, forestry and beyond.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Hey, We Want Some Pussy!!!
Some gals on campus organized a Vagina Monologues event and it pretty much blew my mind!
Normally, when women gather to talk about how great they are, I roll my eyes just as I would any other kind of ego-stroking activity. What generally makes women's empowerment events such a turn-off to me is that they nearly always include man-bashing. From my perspective, this is dumb, but I happen to be a man and my women friends tell me that that makes me biased.
In my past experiences, femi-nazi, man-hating women are unpleasant to be around so I generally make every effort to avoid any kind of event that facilitates greater emotion against men. I prefer that a woman would hate me because of something I do, rather than hate me for being something I cannot change.
That said, when I got dragged to the V-Day presentation, and roped into helping out with it, I was extremely skeptical about how it would all go down. I sat and listened to story after story and was nothing short of blown away! This wasn't just another man-bashing seminar - this was an "I'm proud of myself" demonstration! It was amazing! They touched on topics that don't really get touched - they moved us all with their passion and performance - they convinced a skeptic of the value of the Vagina Monologues.
This event served to responsibly empower women to be proud of themselves and their vaginas, without demonizing men. It was a chance for them to celebrate their previously unmentionable underparts on a platform that allowed them safety to be proud of being a woman, while educating the audience about them and about their value. Beyond simply being moving, as a man, I found each performance to be incredibly insightful into the different aspects of a woman's life and perspective on life, that each of these women seemed to share. I learned things about women, and their vaginas, that I never would have discovered otherwise and I am so incredibly grateful to know these ladies!
I was truly moved by my friends' presentations. I think it was extra special for me, though, because I know all of them and I could see how they identified with their characters. They were all soooo great! I could go on and on, but still wouldn't do justice to their accomplishments.
Below are some low quality video files of some of the presentations. I regret that I could not post all of them due to file size and youtube limitations. Get your volume control ready - you'll need to turn it up because the sound is so poor - but hang in their, because the performances are so rich!
The gals ran this show as a fundraiser, as is typical for the Vagina Monologues. Every Vagina Monologue presentation contributes 10% of its earnings to a spotlight cause. This year, the spotlight is on the Democratic Republic of the Congo, where rape and violence against women is being used as an instrument of war. The other 90% gets donated to an organization of the performers' choosing. They chose the Women's Freedom Organization in Iraq. In total, they raised over 600 USD! Nice work, ladies!!! I'm so proud of all of you!
Normally, when women gather to talk about how great they are, I roll my eyes just as I would any other kind of ego-stroking activity. What generally makes women's empowerment events such a turn-off to me is that they nearly always include man-bashing. From my perspective, this is dumb, but I happen to be a man and my women friends tell me that that makes me biased.
In my past experiences, femi-nazi, man-hating women are unpleasant to be around so I generally make every effort to avoid any kind of event that facilitates greater emotion against men. I prefer that a woman would hate me because of something I do, rather than hate me for being something I cannot change.
That said, when I got dragged to the V-Day presentation, and roped into helping out with it, I was extremely skeptical about how it would all go down. I sat and listened to story after story and was nothing short of blown away! This wasn't just another man-bashing seminar - this was an "I'm proud of myself" demonstration! It was amazing! They touched on topics that don't really get touched - they moved us all with their passion and performance - they convinced a skeptic of the value of the Vagina Monologues.
This event served to responsibly empower women to be proud of themselves and their vaginas, without demonizing men. It was a chance for them to celebrate their previously unmentionable underparts on a platform that allowed them safety to be proud of being a woman, while educating the audience about them and about their value. Beyond simply being moving, as a man, I found each performance to be incredibly insightful into the different aspects of a woman's life and perspective on life, that each of these women seemed to share. I learned things about women, and their vaginas, that I never would have discovered otherwise and I am so incredibly grateful to know these ladies!
I was truly moved by my friends' presentations. I think it was extra special for me, though, because I know all of them and I could see how they identified with their characters. They were all soooo great! I could go on and on, but still wouldn't do justice to their accomplishments.
Below are some low quality video files of some of the presentations. I regret that I could not post all of them due to file size and youtube limitations. Get your volume control ready - you'll need to turn it up because the sound is so poor - but hang in their, because the performances are so rich!
The gals ran this show as a fundraiser, as is typical for the Vagina Monologues. Every Vagina Monologue presentation contributes 10% of its earnings to a spotlight cause. This year, the spotlight is on the Democratic Republic of the Congo, where rape and violence against women is being used as an instrument of war. The other 90% gets donated to an organization of the performers' choosing. They chose the Women's Freedom Organization in Iraq. In total, they raised over 600 USD! Nice work, ladies!!! I'm so proud of all of you!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I've Been Working On A Master's Degree!
Starting this academic year, with the Canadian/American Thanksgiving celebration, students from different continents have organized a night of celebration to share their culture with the group. It's been amazing so far. Asian Night was a couple months ago and we learned so many different things about the different parts of Asia. There's been ongoing talk of African Night since October, but still no celebration. Last week, we had European Night and it blew me away! They required that all the attending students dress up as if for cocktails. It was the first chance I've had to look good down here. Well, I always look good, I just don't plan it like I did this night.
They opened the European culture presentation with a play that they'd written based upon stereotypes of Europeans according to the other students. They gathered this information on large pieces of paper taped to a wall, on which other students were allowed to write their stereotypes over a couple weeks. My contribution was, "Europeans love to propagate stereoptypes." The play was offensive, extremely well done, and hilarious! They had us all laughing our heads off!
After the play we enjoyed some musical performances, european food, and then we danced - euro club style. I danced the Macarena to every single song. What a night!
In sadder news, the Department of International Peace Studies (DIPS) finished their program this week. This means that between 20 and 30 of our Asian kids are leaving us. We had a party on campus to say goodbye to them and I was filled with emotion. In fact, in the days prior to their final day, I had a nightmare of having to say goodbye to all my new friends and knowing I would not see most of them ever again. I cursed myself for not having enrolled in a two year program so I could spend extra time with everyone. And then I woke up, glad that I would finish school soon, but still sad that I will miss my dear friends. A couple of them, I've come to really respect and enjoy, and their departure really disturbs me. A giant regret I have, is that I didn't get close to many others. The University for Peace is pretty small. Only 160 students can say they'll be UPeace alumni this year, but even so, I can't hang out with and get to know all 160 students, though I regret not having tried a bit harder.
Becca finally managed to get her act together to lead me and some other university friends to climb the tallest mountain in Costa Rica: Chirripo, 3820 meters (in feet = tall!). It took us three buses, a nasty taxi ride, and 10 hours just to get to the base of the mountain. At the ranger station, where we were to register to climb, we learned that they close the mountain one weekend a year for a running race, and this happened to be that particular weekend... Wonderful. We arrived on a Thursday, wanting to climb on Friday, summit on Saturday, and return to town on Sunday. The race was only Saturday, but they would not allow us to pass. They said the soonest we could ascend was on Sunday. So we decided to wait. Half of our group went to the beach, and half stayed in the mountain town to enjoy the hot springs. I stayed in the mountains, of course. It was an amazing time, indeed, the first time I´ve actually enjoyed Costa Rica. I´ve enjoyed my friends, and on occasion the university, but I have not yet enjoyed the country. It was a pretty good feeling and I hope it will stick around for a while.
The ascent up the mountain was mind blowing for an environmental nut like myself. We started out in the typical "jungle" habitat that I'm used to at lower elevations and climbed into a cloud forest. The flora and fauna were all completely different in a matter of kilometers.
The cloud forest finally yielded to elevation as we entered the sub-alpine habitat. Amazing! This was perhaps my favorite ecosystem, as the species that survive, do so in extreme conditions and are so unique as compared to everything else I've seen in the rest of the country. A forest fire had raged through this part of the mountain 10 or so years before, but due to the slow ecological activity at this altitude, it looked as if it had occurred only one or two years prior. Finally, 9 hours and 14.5 km into our hike, we arrived to the lodge, at 11,132 feet. This is 1,132 feet more than all my doctors say I'm allowed to go on account of my bum lung. We checked into the lodge and popped the corks on our bottles of rum - we spent the rest of the day in celebration.
It was cold at the lodge, damn cold, but the warmth of the camaraderie that existed between hikers and climbers kept us comfortable and happy (I guess the rum may have played a bit of that role, too). We tried to go to bed early cause it had been a long day, but pulling myself away from the heavenly display of a starry night sky was too much to ask. I gandered for a while and froze my little ass off. Went to bed only to wake up at 3am in order to be on the trail at 3:30. Accomplished, albeit painfully.
We got lost once on the trail - or rather, off the trail - as it was dark and I had left my navigational star map at home... An excruciating 2 hours went by before we summited, in which I stopped frequently and had some kind of persistent lightheadedness. Becca waited with me and kept asking me if I was going to die because of my lung or if I should go back. Then she went on to tell me she wasn't going to carry my body down the mountain. So of course I pushed on.
Standing at the top of the mountain, 12,533 feet above the transvestite prostitute infested beach towns of Costa Rica, we watched the sun rise - slowly and majestically above the occasional smaller mountain tops, poking through the clouds. It was an amazing, amazing thing. Shaking and shivering, we watched in awe as the valleys all around us lit up. We had packed along a stove and some coffee, but no one's hands had the dexterity to function as the wind took most of our heat away from us.
After some nice relaxing time near the summit, we spent the rest of the day descending, again, marveling at the extreme changes in ecosystems determined by elevation.
Climbing the highest mountain in Costa Rica (and I think second highest in Central America) was a much needed break from classes. We began another class, the best class in the world, Ecological Bases for Sustainable Land Use - at long last, a science class! And then we took another break to the northwestern region of Costa Rica for some more hiking in one of Costa Rica's little explored national parks.
Rincon de la Vieja (The Old Lady's Corner) scored another point for Costa Rica. I guess it only took me 6 months to figure out that the country is nice in the mountains, but shit at the beaches.
Our weekend excursion in the north yielded the most beautiful waterfall I've ever seen; a super sore knee from lots of hiking; bugs that left us itchy, bleeding, and drained; encounters with 3 species of monkeys, including one that threw its feces at us; and some extremely relaxing geothermal heated hot springs that put a soothing close on our weekend.
Getting a master's degree is great!
They opened the European culture presentation with a play that they'd written based upon stereotypes of Europeans according to the other students. They gathered this information on large pieces of paper taped to a wall, on which other students were allowed to write their stereotypes over a couple weeks. My contribution was, "Europeans love to propagate stereoptypes." The play was offensive, extremely well done, and hilarious! They had us all laughing our heads off!After the play we enjoyed some musical performances, european food, and then we danced - euro club style. I danced the Macarena to every single song. What a night!
In sadder news, the Department of International Peace Studies (DIPS) finished their program this week. This means that between 20 and 30 of our Asian kids are leaving us. We had a party on campus to say goodbye to them and I was filled with emotion. In fact, in the days prior to their final day, I had a nightmare of having to say goodbye to all my new friends and knowing I would not see most of them ever again. I cursed myself for not having enrolled in a two year program so I could spend extra time with everyone. And then I woke up, glad that I would finish school soon, but still sad that I will miss my dear friends. A couple of them, I've come to really respect and enjoy, and their departure really disturbs me. A giant regret I have, is that I didn't get close to many others. The University for Peace is pretty small. Only 160 students can say they'll be UPeace alumni this year, but even so, I can't hang out with and get to know all 160 students, though I regret not having tried a bit harder.
Becca finally managed to get her act together to lead me and some other university friends to climb the tallest mountain in Costa Rica: Chirripo, 3820 meters (in feet = tall!). It took us three buses, a nasty taxi ride, and 10 hours just to get to the base of the mountain. At the ranger station, where we were to register to climb, we learned that they close the mountain one weekend a year for a running race, and this happened to be that particular weekend... Wonderful. We arrived on a Thursday, wanting to climb on Friday, summit on Saturday, and return to town on Sunday. The race was only Saturday, but they would not allow us to pass. They said the soonest we could ascend was on Sunday. So we decided to wait. Half of our group went to the beach, and half stayed in the mountain town to enjoy the hot springs. I stayed in the mountains, of course. It was an amazing time, indeed, the first time I´ve actually enjoyed Costa Rica. I´ve enjoyed my friends, and on occasion the university, but I have not yet enjoyed the country. It was a pretty good feeling and I hope it will stick around for a while.
The ascent up the mountain was mind blowing for an environmental nut like myself. We started out in the typical "jungle" habitat that I'm used to at lower elevations and climbed into a cloud forest. The flora and fauna were all completely different in a matter of kilometers.
The cloud forest finally yielded to elevation as we entered the sub-alpine habitat. Amazing! This was perhaps my favorite ecosystem, as the species that survive, do so in extreme conditions and are so unique as compared to everything else I've seen in the rest of the country. A forest fire had raged through this part of the mountain 10 or so years before, but due to the slow ecological activity at this altitude, it looked as if it had occurred only one or two years prior. Finally, 9 hours and 14.5 km into our hike, we arrived to the lodge, at 11,132 feet. This is 1,132 feet more than all my doctors say I'm allowed to go on account of my bum lung. We checked into the lodge and popped the corks on our bottles of rum - we spent the rest of the day in celebration.It was cold at the lodge, damn cold, but the warmth of the camaraderie that existed between hikers and climbers kept us comfortable and happy (I guess the rum may have played a bit of that role, too). We tried to go to bed early cause it had been a long day, but pulling myself away from the heavenly display of a starry night sky was too much to ask. I gandered for a while and froze my little ass off. Went to bed only to wake up at 3am in order to be on the trail at 3:30. Accomplished, albeit painfully.
We got lost once on the trail - or rather, off the trail - as it was dark and I had left my navigational star map at home... An excruciating 2 hours went by before we summited, in which I stopped frequently and had some kind of persistent lightheadedness. Becca waited with me and kept asking me if I was going to die because of my lung or if I should go back. Then she went on to tell me she wasn't going to carry my body down the mountain. So of course I pushed on.
Standing at the top of the mountain, 12,533 feet above the transvestite prostitute infested beach towns of Costa Rica, we watched the sun rise - slowly and majestically above the occasional smaller mountain tops, poking through the clouds. It was an amazing, amazing thing. Shaking and shivering, we watched in awe as the valleys all around us lit up. We had packed along a stove and some coffee, but no one's hands had the dexterity to function as the wind took most of our heat away from us.
After some nice relaxing time near the summit, we spent the rest of the day descending, again, marveling at the extreme changes in ecosystems determined by elevation.
Climbing the highest mountain in Costa Rica (and I think second highest in Central America) was a much needed break from classes. We began another class, the best class in the world, Ecological Bases for Sustainable Land Use - at long last, a science class! And then we took another break to the northwestern region of Costa Rica for some more hiking in one of Costa Rica's little explored national parks.
Rincon de la Vieja (The Old Lady's Corner) scored another point for Costa Rica. I guess it only took me 6 months to figure out that the country is nice in the mountains, but shit at the beaches.
Our weekend excursion in the north yielded the most beautiful waterfall I've ever seen; a super sore knee from lots of hiking; bugs that left us itchy, bleeding, and drained; encounters with 3 species of monkeys, including one that threw its feces at us; and some extremely relaxing geothermal heated hot springs that put a soothing close on our weekend.Getting a master's degree is great!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
UPeace - Organic Agriculture
I just finished a class called Agriculture, Natural Resources, and Sustainable Development. It really should have just been called Organic Agriculture, as we didn't really touch on anything else. It was two intense weeks of hippie ego-stroking. The final assignment was to use our readings to create a two-page editorial. I went against the grain on this one to balance the bias of the class. If anyone's interested in reading the articles I cited, I still have them in pdf format.
Dear So and So,
I grew up, studied, and worked in and around Portland, but now I'm living in Costa Rica to attend graduate school at the United Nations Mandated University for Peace. From the name of the university, you can accurately assume that the student body is somewhat of an alternative crowd. I'm writing to address an issue that I'm currently studying at UPeace; an issue that I first felt in the unique ambiance of Portland: organic food, and the public's misconceptions of poison.
The recently popular push for organic agriculture has many motivations: avoidance of chemicals in our food, getting back to nature, reducing our impact on the environment, fairness in costs and wages for farmers, and social responsibility. The thing is, some people want more than that, and their voices are loud and influential. According to IFOAM’s Principles of Organic Agriculture (IFOAM, 2008), organic agriculture is being pushed as a lifestyle rather than a practice, a moral value rather than a system, and even as a religion rather than a method.
In fact, organic agriculture is a subset, or a type of agriculture. It is a "new" way to raise crops with particular standards that happen to be stricter, environmentally speaking, than that of techniques seen in conventional agriculture. This particular methodology requires science as a tool to validate its significance. I could tell you that the sky is green, but observation contradicts that statement. The same is true here: I could tell you that crops grown without the use of pesticides are healthier, but testing is required to verify that claim. The scientific processes of observation, testing, analyzing, and reproduction are crucial to the success and the best methodology for this type of agriculture. So what does Science say about pesticides and health?
Anyone from the state of California can tell you, just about everything on the market today can give you cancer. From where did this paranoid misconception of chemicals come? The truth is, everything is made from chemicals, even you. Chemicals are the building blocks of everything you can see and touch. When Organic Preachers talk about “chemical-free food,” they really mean man-made, synthetic, or artificial chemicals. Organic Believers have manipulated the usage of the word 'chemical' as they have done with the word 'organic', which simply means a compound that has a carbon base to its molecular structure. Organic Believers have convinced many people that chemicals in our food is a bad thing - that chemicals are poison and that if you eat them you won't be healthy.
As the father of toxicology, Paracelsus, pointed out nearly 500 years ago, “Everything is poisonous yet nothing is poisonous. The dose alone makes the poison.” (Guggenheim, 1993). Even our most precious resource, water, is a poison. If you drink too much water, it is toxic to your body and you will die. Have you ever tried to cultivate fruits and veggies without water? If you're a fan of 'crunchy', you’ll probably love it! The chemicals used in conventional agriculture are designed to be toxic to pests, not to humans. Standards set by the USDA, and the FDA regulate limits so that the amount of artificial chemicals in our food never becomes harmful. The unfortunate thing is that the Organic Believers have made you afraid of these chemicals anyway.
In my class of future world leaders (how we should think of graduate students), we spent an hour one day bantering about the toxicity of butane in french fries and concluding that we didn’t want butane anywhere near our food! The conversation originated from a passage in The Omnivore's Dilemma, in which Michael Pollan wrote:
"Then there are 'anti-foaming agents' like dimethylpolysiloxene, added to the cooking oil to keep the starches from binding to air molecules, so as to produce foam during the fry... According to the Handbook of Food Additives, dimethylpolysiloxene is a suspected carcinogen and an established mutagen, tumorigen, and reproductive effector; it's also flammable."
He adds the word 'flammable' here to drive home his poison implication, but any cooking oil and most edible foods will burn! Does that make them toxic? Pollan goes on to say,
"Perhaps the most alarming ingredient in a Chicken McNugget is tertiary butylhydroquinone, or TBHQ, an antioxidant derived from petroleum that is either sprayed directly on the nugget or the inside of the box it comes in to 'help preserve freshness.' According to A Consumer's Dictionary of Food Additives, TBHQ is a form of butane (i.e., lighter fluid) the FDA allows processors to use sparingly in our food."
Lighter fluid in our food sounds horrible, but it’s not! The amount permissible is so small that it's not poisonous for human consumption. Pollan connects TBHQ to butane (a very inaccurate connection, chemically speaking) in an attempt to relate to the Organic Worrier that something toxic is going into our food. Why would McDonalds put something toxic in their food? A sick joke? No. It’s there to ‘help preserve freshness’ as is stated. All food decomposes; the purpose of adding something to subdue infectious bacteria is a health and safety supplement. The problem with Pollan’s argument is that butane is not very toxic at all. According to OSHA and the Center for Disease Control, butane is not reactive, unstable, or significantly toxic (NIOSH, 2005) (OSHA, 2004). The most likely way it could harm you is by displacing all the air in your lungs and asphyxiating you. People dying from butane are huffing it, not eating it.
If you don't make a habit or hobby out of huffing chemicals, why then should you worry about butane in your food? Because Organic Believers tell you to. What kind of implications does that have on society? Consumption habits are altered, production methods change to adapt, some businesses fail and others spring up to accommodate the new trend. While Pollan uses fear to sell a book, he convinces Orangic Believers that butane is bad. If many Organic Believers are loud enough they could have the power to get McDonalds to stop using TBHQ. The result is a less safe McNugget. Is this really the sustainability we're looking for?
The organic community’s propagation of fear is eerily reminiscent of something most Organic Believers fought so tenaciously against in recent history: the Bush administration. The Bush administration was accused, and quite rightly so, of fear mongering in an effort to generate support for a ludicrous war. How are Organic Believers' efforts so different in fear mongering for chemical-free food? Their conspiracy theories use the same methods to manipulate people into making ill-informed decisions. In the end, we're losing sight of what's right.
Science is reliable and trustworthy. It can show us what is healthy, and what is not. It can inform us of the best actions to take, and most definitely has a place in organic agriculture. Some may claim that science is inconclusive on the topic of chemical-free foods. That's ok! It just means that further research is warranted and that no conclusions should go unquestioned. Policy makers, businessmen, Organic Believers, pseudo-intellectuals, and even reputable universities need to avoid using manipulated science to support their agendas, as was seen in the Badgley/Avery debacle of 2007 (Avery, 2007).
Consumers need to be aware of the assumptions, speculations, and misconceptions that are prevalent in today's market so that educated and responsible decisions can be made. Knowledge and responsibility are the only things that will ensure sustainability, the future of all kinds of agricultural production, and our health.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it,
Andrew Judkins
Avery, A. (2007). ‘Organic Abundance’ report: fatally flawed. Renewable Agriculture and Food Systems, 22(4), 321–329.
Guggenheim, K. (1993). Paracelsus and the Science of Nutrition in the Renaissance. The Journal of Nutrition, 1193. Retrieved February 11, 2009, from http://jn.nutrition.org/cgi/reprint/123/7/1189.pdf.
IFOAM. (2008). Principles of Organic Agriculture. 1-3.
NIOSH. (2005). NIOSH Pocket Guide to Chemical Hazards: n-Butane, Retrieved February 11, 2009, from http://www.cdc.gov/niosh/npg/npgd0068.html.
OSHA. (2004). Safety and Health Topics: Butane, Retrieved February 11, 2009, from http://www.osha.gov/dts/chemicalsampling/data/CH_222200.html.
Pollan, M. (2006). The Omnivore’s Dilemma. New York: Penguin Press.
Dear So and So,
I grew up, studied, and worked in and around Portland, but now I'm living in Costa Rica to attend graduate school at the United Nations Mandated University for Peace. From the name of the university, you can accurately assume that the student body is somewhat of an alternative crowd. I'm writing to address an issue that I'm currently studying at UPeace; an issue that I first felt in the unique ambiance of Portland: organic food, and the public's misconceptions of poison.
The recently popular push for organic agriculture has many motivations: avoidance of chemicals in our food, getting back to nature, reducing our impact on the environment, fairness in costs and wages for farmers, and social responsibility. The thing is, some people want more than that, and their voices are loud and influential. According to IFOAM’s Principles of Organic Agriculture (IFOAM, 2008), organic agriculture is being pushed as a lifestyle rather than a practice, a moral value rather than a system, and even as a religion rather than a method.
In fact, organic agriculture is a subset, or a type of agriculture. It is a "new" way to raise crops with particular standards that happen to be stricter, environmentally speaking, than that of techniques seen in conventional agriculture. This particular methodology requires science as a tool to validate its significance. I could tell you that the sky is green, but observation contradicts that statement. The same is true here: I could tell you that crops grown without the use of pesticides are healthier, but testing is required to verify that claim. The scientific processes of observation, testing, analyzing, and reproduction are crucial to the success and the best methodology for this type of agriculture. So what does Science say about pesticides and health?
Anyone from the state of California can tell you, just about everything on the market today can give you cancer. From where did this paranoid misconception of chemicals come? The truth is, everything is made from chemicals, even you. Chemicals are the building blocks of everything you can see and touch. When Organic Preachers talk about “chemical-free food,” they really mean man-made, synthetic, or artificial chemicals. Organic Believers have manipulated the usage of the word 'chemical' as they have done with the word 'organic', which simply means a compound that has a carbon base to its molecular structure. Organic Believers have convinced many people that chemicals in our food is a bad thing - that chemicals are poison and that if you eat them you won't be healthy.
As the father of toxicology, Paracelsus, pointed out nearly 500 years ago, “Everything is poisonous yet nothing is poisonous. The dose alone makes the poison.” (Guggenheim, 1993). Even our most precious resource, water, is a poison. If you drink too much water, it is toxic to your body and you will die. Have you ever tried to cultivate fruits and veggies without water? If you're a fan of 'crunchy', you’ll probably love it! The chemicals used in conventional agriculture are designed to be toxic to pests, not to humans. Standards set by the USDA, and the FDA regulate limits so that the amount of artificial chemicals in our food never becomes harmful. The unfortunate thing is that the Organic Believers have made you afraid of these chemicals anyway.
In my class of future world leaders (how we should think of graduate students), we spent an hour one day bantering about the toxicity of butane in french fries and concluding that we didn’t want butane anywhere near our food! The conversation originated from a passage in The Omnivore's Dilemma, in which Michael Pollan wrote:
"Then there are 'anti-foaming agents' like dimethylpolysiloxene, added to the cooking oil to keep the starches from binding to air molecules, so as to produce foam during the fry... According to the Handbook of Food Additives, dimethylpolysiloxene is a suspected carcinogen and an established mutagen, tumorigen, and reproductive effector; it's also flammable."
He adds the word 'flammable' here to drive home his poison implication, but any cooking oil and most edible foods will burn! Does that make them toxic? Pollan goes on to say,
"Perhaps the most alarming ingredient in a Chicken McNugget is tertiary butylhydroquinone, or TBHQ, an antioxidant derived from petroleum that is either sprayed directly on the nugget or the inside of the box it comes in to 'help preserve freshness.' According to A Consumer's Dictionary of Food Additives, TBHQ is a form of butane (i.e., lighter fluid) the FDA allows processors to use sparingly in our food."
Lighter fluid in our food sounds horrible, but it’s not! The amount permissible is so small that it's not poisonous for human consumption. Pollan connects TBHQ to butane (a very inaccurate connection, chemically speaking) in an attempt to relate to the Organic Worrier that something toxic is going into our food. Why would McDonalds put something toxic in their food? A sick joke? No. It’s there to ‘help preserve freshness’ as is stated. All food decomposes; the purpose of adding something to subdue infectious bacteria is a health and safety supplement. The problem with Pollan’s argument is that butane is not very toxic at all. According to OSHA and the Center for Disease Control, butane is not reactive, unstable, or significantly toxic (NIOSH, 2005) (OSHA, 2004). The most likely way it could harm you is by displacing all the air in your lungs and asphyxiating you. People dying from butane are huffing it, not eating it.
If you don't make a habit or hobby out of huffing chemicals, why then should you worry about butane in your food? Because Organic Believers tell you to. What kind of implications does that have on society? Consumption habits are altered, production methods change to adapt, some businesses fail and others spring up to accommodate the new trend. While Pollan uses fear to sell a book, he convinces Orangic Believers that butane is bad. If many Organic Believers are loud enough they could have the power to get McDonalds to stop using TBHQ. The result is a less safe McNugget. Is this really the sustainability we're looking for?
The organic community’s propagation of fear is eerily reminiscent of something most Organic Believers fought so tenaciously against in recent history: the Bush administration. The Bush administration was accused, and quite rightly so, of fear mongering in an effort to generate support for a ludicrous war. How are Organic Believers' efforts so different in fear mongering for chemical-free food? Their conspiracy theories use the same methods to manipulate people into making ill-informed decisions. In the end, we're losing sight of what's right.
Science is reliable and trustworthy. It can show us what is healthy, and what is not. It can inform us of the best actions to take, and most definitely has a place in organic agriculture. Some may claim that science is inconclusive on the topic of chemical-free foods. That's ok! It just means that further research is warranted and that no conclusions should go unquestioned. Policy makers, businessmen, Organic Believers, pseudo-intellectuals, and even reputable universities need to avoid using manipulated science to support their agendas, as was seen in the Badgley/Avery debacle of 2007 (Avery, 2007).
Consumers need to be aware of the assumptions, speculations, and misconceptions that are prevalent in today's market so that educated and responsible decisions can be made. Knowledge and responsibility are the only things that will ensure sustainability, the future of all kinds of agricultural production, and our health.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it,
Andrew Judkins
Bibliography
Avery, A. (2007). ‘Organic Abundance’ report: fatally flawed. Renewable Agriculture and Food Systems, 22(4), 321–329.
Guggenheim, K. (1993). Paracelsus and the Science of Nutrition in the Renaissance. The Journal of Nutrition, 1193. Retrieved February 11, 2009, from http://jn.nutrition.org/cgi/reprint/123/7/1189.pdf.
IFOAM. (2008). Principles of Organic Agriculture. 1-3.
NIOSH. (2005). NIOSH Pocket Guide to Chemical Hazards: n-Butane, Retrieved February 11, 2009, from http://www.cdc.gov/niosh/npg/npgd0068.html.
OSHA. (2004). Safety and Health Topics: Butane, Retrieved February 11, 2009, from http://www.osha.gov/dts/chemicalsampling/data/CH_222200.html.
Pollan, M. (2006). The Omnivore’s Dilemma. New York: Penguin Press.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Call For The Manager Ashore, Let Me Go Home!
I needed a trip to the beach after my cold trip to NYC for New Years Eve. I saw snow so of course, a day in the sun and surf was required for my Costa Rican adjustment process. Plus, there's no running water in my apartment... For the last week, the water is shut off from around noon or 13:00 until near 22:00 and later! Every day! It's ridiculous! Word on the street is, that this is typical "summer time" shenanigans, which usually occurs in march and april. The local folk keep referring to this as summer time, as the days are hotter and nights are colder than in the wet season (June to October), but I'm seeing trees shed their leaves and people wearing jackets. That means winter, not summer. Silly Costa Ricans.
To start this story off, I thought I'd inform you that I saved up some money and bought myself a pair of flip-flops. I think the last time I owned a pair of flip-flops, I was 12 years old, but these things were calling my name! I bought them on a weekend trip to the beach, Jaco, one of Costa Rica's main tourist destinations. It's the dirtiest, sketchiest, scariest tourist town I've ever been to. In fact, while searching for a cheap hotel room at 12:30 AM, we must have passed 20 transvestite prostitutes! We probably saw 100 throughout the whole weekend - The only thing missing was the flier that advertised, "Transvestite Convention! This Weekend Only - Put on your lipstick and short skirts, guys, it's time to have fun!" Lola was everywhere!
Back to the silly Costa Ricans... My students began their English classes again and boy, were they excited to see me! I usually spend the first few minutes of class on an introduction - "How was your weekend?", "What's new?", that sort of thing. This time, they told me about a local doctor that had committed suicide. It's super shocking that that would happen in a town of this size. They expressed anger at the doctor, saying that his son turns five in only a few days, and asking how he could be so selfish. I thought it was an interesting lesson so I probed a bit. I asked them why they thought he would kill himself, but they were completely baffled. "He had everything," one gal said, "a job, a family, money. He even bought his father a car last year! Probably he was gay."
What?!?
She continued, "Well, why else would he kill himself? He had everything to make himself happy and, you know, if he had mental problems, [like being gay] that's probably why he killed himself." I was lost. I've never been stunned by the likes of this kind of logic before. Close - but not the same. And then the story got deeper. "There was another doctor in the next town who killed himself on the same day and they worked at the same hospital so probably they were lovers." Her claim was verified by the nods of the two other students in class.
"But why?" I persisted, "Why would it mean he's gay if he killed himself? What's the logic?" My disbelief and confusion was met with shrugs and confusion as to why I was so confused. I thought it would be a good time to point out that in many other countries (the developed world) homosexuality isn't looked down upon by all of society and in some cases it's even widely accepted. In other countries (developing countries run by religion) it's a crime to be gay - a crime punishable by jail time or even death! I asked where Costa Rica fit in on that spectrum.
"It's accepted here. Guys are always patting each other on the ass in sports and stuff and making jokes so probably I think it's fine to be gay here. But in Mexico you will get killed if you're gay!"
Oh stereotypes, how you entertain me.
Class went on and one student sneezed. I said, "Bless you" and then explained why we say that in America. The blog inspiring response that followed was, "In Costa Rica, if you sneeze, it means that your wife is cheating on you."
As Costa Rica stimulates the 'I-can't-believe-this' part of my brain, the University for Peace (UPeace) is doing it's damnedest to stimulate the 'this-is-ridiculous' part.
A buddy and I are trying to stage a coup at UPeace to get the university to do something about its lacking amenities. It does some things better than any other university could do: assembling a diverse student body and facilitating discussions and culture exchanges with varying perspectives on current world issues. Unfortunately, it falls way short in important standards to which a university should hold itself. I was briefly in communication with the vice-rector of UPeace to solve some very serious student safety issues, but he stopped responding to my emails and requests for followup meetings in November. Perhaps it's his computer. The campus internet rarely works, and it's affecting classes when we're analyzing things online or referencing something. Researching anything often proves quite difficult when there are no resources with which to work.
At the end of the day, I can only really say that I really like my new flip-flops. They're made of leather, which comes from one of my favorite meals, and they make me feel like I'm on vacation. With that in mind, it really can be a happy day in Costa Rica at the University for Peace!
To start this story off, I thought I'd inform you that I saved up some money and bought myself a pair of flip-flops. I think the last time I owned a pair of flip-flops, I was 12 years old, but these things were calling my name! I bought them on a weekend trip to the beach, Jaco, one of Costa Rica's main tourist destinations. It's the dirtiest, sketchiest, scariest tourist town I've ever been to. In fact, while searching for a cheap hotel room at 12:30 AM, we must have passed 20 transvestite prostitutes! We probably saw 100 throughout the whole weekend - The only thing missing was the flier that advertised, "Transvestite Convention! This Weekend Only - Put on your lipstick and short skirts, guys, it's time to have fun!" Lola was everywhere!Back to the silly Costa Ricans... My students began their English classes again and boy, were they excited to see me! I usually spend the first few minutes of class on an introduction - "How was your weekend?", "What's new?", that sort of thing. This time, they told me about a local doctor that had committed suicide. It's super shocking that that would happen in a town of this size. They expressed anger at the doctor, saying that his son turns five in only a few days, and asking how he could be so selfish. I thought it was an interesting lesson so I probed a bit. I asked them why they thought he would kill himself, but they were completely baffled. "He had everything," one gal said, "a job, a family, money. He even bought his father a car last year! Probably he was gay."
What?!?
She continued, "Well, why else would he kill himself? He had everything to make himself happy and, you know, if he had mental problems, [like being gay] that's probably why he killed himself." I was lost. I've never been stunned by the likes of this kind of logic before. Close - but not the same. And then the story got deeper. "There was another doctor in the next town who killed himself on the same day and they worked at the same hospital so probably they were lovers." Her claim was verified by the nods of the two other students in class.
"But why?" I persisted, "Why would it mean he's gay if he killed himself? What's the logic?" My disbelief and confusion was met with shrugs and confusion as to why I was so confused. I thought it would be a good time to point out that in many other countries (the developed world) homosexuality isn't looked down upon by all of society and in some cases it's even widely accepted. In other countries (developing countries run by religion) it's a crime to be gay - a crime punishable by jail time or even death! I asked where Costa Rica fit in on that spectrum.
"It's accepted here. Guys are always patting each other on the ass in sports and stuff and making jokes so probably I think it's fine to be gay here. But in Mexico you will get killed if you're gay!"
Oh stereotypes, how you entertain me.
Class went on and one student sneezed. I said, "Bless you" and then explained why we say that in America. The blog inspiring response that followed was, "In Costa Rica, if you sneeze, it means that your wife is cheating on you."
As Costa Rica stimulates the 'I-can't-believe-this' part of my brain, the University for Peace (UPeace) is doing it's damnedest to stimulate the 'this-is-ridiculous' part.
A buddy and I are trying to stage a coup at UPeace to get the university to do something about its lacking amenities. It does some things better than any other university could do: assembling a diverse student body and facilitating discussions and culture exchanges with varying perspectives on current world issues. Unfortunately, it falls way short in important standards to which a university should hold itself. I was briefly in communication with the vice-rector of UPeace to solve some very serious student safety issues, but he stopped responding to my emails and requests for followup meetings in November. Perhaps it's his computer. The campus internet rarely works, and it's affecting classes when we're analyzing things online or referencing something. Researching anything often proves quite difficult when there are no resources with which to work.
At the end of the day, I can only really say that I really like my new flip-flops. They're made of leather, which comes from one of my favorite meals, and they make me feel like I'm on vacation. With that in mind, it really can be a happy day in Costa Rica at the University for Peace!
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