June 2008


As a follow-up to my last post about the environmental movement not just being crunchy anymore….

The organic movement is not just for white people anymore. So says yesterday’s article on Grist – my favorite, often satirical, environmental commentary. Please comment/email me on this stuff. We must must must engage in a dialogue in order to get people thinking not just about the environment but their own health, which is no more intimately connected to nature than through food

You may not hug trees, you may not have children’s future to care about, you may breath clean air today and not worry about tomorrow (unless you are in China, sorry Kari), you may not have a car to fuel up, but you eat food. You probably like eating food and noticed all this noise about the food crisis. You also probably think that organic food is ‘good’ or at least ‘less bad’ than traditionally marketed *cough* I mean grown food.

Many of my friends have been asking me about what the big deal is, what can be done about the ‘food crisis’ on a national scale. At times I fear that these questions are somewhat fueled by a lack of commitment to actually feeding ourselves with more effort than the cheapest brown bread and Skippy from Kroger. It sure sounds a lot nicer to endorse a better Farm Bill than to actually take the time to meet a farmer, cook real food on a stove, and *gasp spend more money on food (as a culture we spend less on food per capita than any other in history; that’s a whole separate discussion). Nonetheless, we need to have a national commitment to encourage and increase a responsible food system as opposed to this disastrous ignorance-based agribusiness oligarchy.

There are plenty of excellent books and articles out there on the food crisis and many proposed solutions so I won’t go on. Grist’s article is a pretty quick and digestible one addressing the ignorance I am trying to destroy by sharing with you. If you don’t have time to read the whole thing (and really no one has an excuse because we are talking about the food you put in your one and only body; this is very basic healthcare so think of it as the latest release on a cancer study breakthrough), then here is a section to whet your appetite ;) .

One of the things the organic industry has to do is educate, inform, and provoke. In this country, fewer than 1 percent of us farm. That’s the lowest rate in the world — and surely the lowest rate in the history of agricultural society. Food really does seem to arrive on our plates by magic — it appears, or seems to appear, by the grace of corporate marketers, not through the hard work of people interacting with the soil, animals, and the climate.

And I believe this ignorance — this beautiful, blissful state of unknowing that would be the envy of nearly any society that came before us — has mostly been maintained by the organic movement. Surely it’s maintained by “organic” milk processors that buy from feedlot dairy operations, and then decorate their cartons with happy cows munching grass. Surely it’s maintained by “certified organic” supermarket chains that decorate their produce sections with images of prosperous farmers, and then stock their shelves with produce grown under God knows what conditions in Chile. It’s maintained by large organic farms that quietly rely on exploited immigrant labor to eke out profits. And it’s even maintained at the farmers market, by the farmer who’s too embarrassed to tell his customers that he’s barely scraping by, that his back is killing him, and that he can’t afford health insurance.

If we’re going to move beyond 4 percent organic cropland and really challenge industrial agriculture, we also have to move beyond this acceptance of mass ignorance. One concrete thing we can do is start talking honestly and seriously about soil fertility — Albert Howard’s Law of Return [we must return the nutrients to the soil which we take out to eat]. We all know our food system generates tremendous amounts of waste. Very little of it gets cycled back into soil. Instead, it ends up rotting in landfills.

I know from hard experience that for new organic farms, the No. 1 challenge is coming up with a fertility strategy. Creating the kind of closed-loop, mixed-farming system celebrated by Albert Howard and embodied by Joel Salatin in Virginia takes years. One of our dirty secrets is that a lot of organic farmers rely on manure from confined-animal feedlot operations to fertilize their land. By doing so, we’re depositing all manner of pharmaceuticals and toxins into our best farmland -- the very stuff people try to avoid when they buy organic. An alternative farming system that relies on CAFO waste for fertility is a kind of parasite on a sick animal.

Why not champion a national composting policy, one that compels municipalities to transform food waste into high-quality, crop-grade compost? And why not then give it away to farmers — the ones who grow food for their nearby communities? That’s an agricultural subsidy that makes all kinds of sense.

While we’re at it, let’s reinvest in the infrastructure that makes small-scale, pasture-based meat and dairy production viable. The best and most successful organic farms are the ones that mix diversified crop production with livestock production; they build their soil with their own animals’ composted manure. But as the Tysons, Smithfields, and Cargills of the world gained control of the meat and dairy industries, they shut down processing plants and concentrated production geographically. Who wants to raise chickens if you have to haul them 70 miles to a USDA-approved slaughterhouse, and 70 miles back?

Rather than continue a trend of corporate control and consolidation of organics, the decision makers in this industry should be cajoling the federal government to enforce antitrust laws and break up the monopolies that control the food system.
You should conceive of yourselves as the anti-Tysons and anti-Smithfields by investing in appropriate-scale processing plants all across the land.

As our globe lurches into a period of ecological and economic crises — not least, the food crisis — what we need is less ignorance about food and more people with their hands in the dirt producing it. If we can’t achieve that, than the Tysons, Cargills, and Monsantos will retain their grip over food production, and organics really will amount to some “stuff white people like” — a soothing room within a sinking ship.

(Warning: this was written a few months ago. I am not in BC right now.)

So this one is coming from very far away from the ashram in India…

I have been in Whistler, British Columbia, Canada for a few days now in a different kind of retreat than the ashram. I was flown out here for ‘work’ and arrived in this outdoor playground just in time for my employers to take me to lunch, the grocery store, around town and then leave their lodge for 2 days! I had plenty to do. Andrew, my work associate, and I had tons to do over those two days including putting up a survey for work AND skiing and seeing some sweet live music. blah blah blah it is beautiful here, amazing mountains and social scene

The point of this post is that we got to the meat of this visit tonight. I was sitting at dinner with Brian and Mary, the ‘employers’, and Andrew, ‘the work associate’, who are also like family. I realized that I have brought myself from one great ‘employer’ to the next as Mary started her sentences just like Kevin Tobin with “and so.” But that’s aside….the point is as we scarfed down my well prepared Thai Tofu peanut stir fry, we started to cover the passions and visions of our lives. Not the lightest conversations for a Friday night but they couldn’t have been more on target with my hopes for an intelligent dinner. As we covered the big stuff (plans for the next year, life goals, etc.) the phrase came to me regarding our business: It’s Not Crunchy Anymore.

We have finally hit the tipping point my friends and the world may no longer consider me a crunchy hippie for loving the trees as much as I do. This afternoon I eavesdropped on an interview with the VP of Marketing at our newest client’s headquarters. It was inspiring to hear an exec talking about ‘opportunities’ to do things differently, more sustainably. He talked about how his children were the generation who share with his generation how to do things differently. It is my generation that doesn’t just know how but cares enough to make sustainability the mission of our lives. I am not alone and I feel that I am no longer on the fringe. It is no longer just ‘crunchy’ to be caring so much about the trees and the air that we breath. You Boomers – listen up, the young ones are inheriting the earth and we have some good ideas about surviving.

Saving the earth may just be the meaning of our lives because our lives depend on it.

We cannot escape it. We cannot ignore the fact that we live on the very ground we destroy; the handle of the axe is made of the wood it cuts down.

It sure is nice to sit in this resort town (a pretty sustainable one though) and talk about saving the world. I should get back to it :)

I promise I won’t make a habit of reprinting corny little bits like this but it’s short and witty.  This came from the Youth India Blog, which has no strong discernible theme.

One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap.
Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out.
She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.
Along comes a Game Warden in his boat.
He pulls up alongside the woman and says, “Good morning, Ma’am.
What are you doing?”
“Reading a book,” she replies, (thinking, Isn’t that obvious?)
“You’re in a Restricted Fishing Area,” he informs her.
“I’m sorry, officer, but I’m not fishing. I’m reading.”
“Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.  I’ll have to take you in and write you up.”
“If you do that, I’ll have to charge you with sexual assault,” says the woman.
“But I haven’t even touched you,” says the game warden.
“That’s true, but you have all the equipment.
For all I know you could start at any moment.”
“Have a nice day ma’am,” and he left.

MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It’s likely she can also think.

I find this clever but I also wonder about the last line.  Of course we can think! What is this about, Mr Youth India?

Back to more intelligent things tomorrow.  Today I am recovering from my unpleasant morning with the West End (Rodeo Drive for Richmond) consignment shop fashionistas who rejected not just most of my mom’s clothes but my charming attitude despite what I was doing – selling my dead mother’s clothes.  Give a nice girl a break?
These women were NOT reading.  Fortunately, I do.

This is a plug, but a selfless plug.

I lifted this from the LSF website; I don\'t think Trevor minds....

Roughly 6 years ago I got a sister.

She’s close to 19 yrs old.

She is not an “oops baby” little sibling that I have kept hidden from you friends for years. Nor am I actually the adopted sister and she’s the biological one that my brother always wondered about…

Rakshya Dhungel is my adopted little sister thanks to The Little Sisters Fund. She lives in Kathmandu, Nepal and I have sponsored her education since I graduated from high school. My good friend Trevor Patzor helped found the LSF about the time he was coaching me on the crew team at my high school. Long story short, I have corresponded with Rakshya and visited her a few years ago thanks to my own scholarship at UVA.

Having had the best education available to me thanks to a generous father, I have felt lucky to be able to pass on that honor to a girl in such need across the world. If it weren’t for her education, Rakshya and girls like her would be prostituted at a young age and have no hope for a future with any self respect. So for only a few hundred dollars a year, I give Rakshya a future. Actually, I give her a present. It is today, or rather years ago at this point, that she would be sold as a commodity into one of the largest sex trades in south Asia.

But instead Rakshya has received an education at one of the top schools in Kathmandu, Nobel Academy, just down the road from her home. She has had preventative health care, access to computers and a special LSF library, the community of other LSF sisters, and the guidance of wonderful Ramesh, Usha, and Trevor and other leaders who guide the girls through school and beyond.

This is all background to introduce you to an incredible coincidence. (I should pause and admit that I do not believe that coincidences are just coincidences. I strongly believe that they are red flags waving us down, a knock on the head to open our eyes to something important.) The story I just told is just about what I told my aunt which prompted her to adopt her own little sister. Meanwhile, my aunt’s son (my cousin Christopher Friendly) has close friends from his time teaching in Ecuador who make documentaries among other beautiful creations (Scott and Amy of www.newfictionmedia.com). I will quote from Scott’s email from Kathmandu:

Been looking at a fine family album of yours just this morning, in the form of letters and photos your good mother sent to Shanta, the Nepali untouchable girl whose education she sponsors through the Little Sisters Fund. Amy and I are in Kathmandu, making a documentary about the Little Sisters Fund and girls education in general.

Looked on the wall of this little girl’s tiny room (the one she shares with her brother, sister in law, and niece), and saw your picture. And I says to myself, why, that there’s Pie Friendly’s boy. We all had us one hell of a small world moment right then and there, I’ll tell you what.

We think we’re going to be spending a lot of time with Shanta–probably be filming her for at least a couple long days in the next week or two, and taking an interview, and hanging out with her brother, etc. Check out our blog (linked below) to see what we been up to.


Friendly in Kathmandu

My aunt (in white) and uncle (in dark suit) are dancing in the middle of this photo.

Please do check out their blog: http://www.nonfictionmedia.com/blog

(By the way, Rakshya is the girl in black and white stripes at the top left of the banner on the front page of the NonFiction Media blog!) There is a lot in there about creating the documentary from the technical side but recently it is teaming with adventure as a transportation strike has thrown them for a loop. I feel for Scott and Amy as I too have experienced such a strike as I landed in the rain in Kathmandu as a sole 20yr old girl without the ‘pre-arranged’ ride I thought I would have…story for another day.

So if you are not inspired by my words, read the NonFiction Media blog and read about LSF at http://littlesistersfund.org/ .

Then close your eyes and truly imagine what you would be doing today if it were not for your education which was undoubtedly paid for by someone else at some point. You may not have loved your alma maters but you can’t deny that they led you somewhere that was nowhere close to a brothel in Kathmandu. You may have earned your way through higher ed one way or another but none of us paid our way through elementary, junior, or high school. On top of that, we all had lights to read by, food on the table, and doctors to heal us regardless of the education. Oh, and we have people who believe in us. I believe in Rakshya and all her sisters. I have proven that to her and the rest of her society each year with a small portion of my income.

I definitely became one of those bag bloggers that started off with good intention and then fell off the face of the earth.

I’m back. Sorry about that…

Rather than update you completely on the last few months, I’ll just cut to the chase and try to quickly get to what is really most important – the present.

So I got back from India and within a week flew to the North West of the USA where I confirmed my love of that region and desire to move there. I visited friends in Portland, Seattle, Vancouver, and Whistler. I was graciously hosted for a week of skiing in Whistler by my employers/friends, Brian and Mary Nattrass. We did get some work done despite the distractions:

Workin\'s fun!

I also had a terrific time as evidenced by the picture below a top North America’s largest ski resort:

Suzanne and Bryan Nattrass on Blackcomb, Whistler behind us

I will shortly post another piece that I wrote while I was out there but delayed to publish for some reason!

I was back in Charlottesville, VA for a short time before my boyfriend graduated from the University of Virginia, I moved out of my apt, he left for Singapore (where his family lives), and I moved to Richmond for the summer.

So that brings us up to speed – I am in Richmond, VA for the umpteenth summer in a row but this time I am not teaching climbing as I did for the last 8 years. I have passed over my job to two extremely capable women and have really appreciated an indoor job as the season started out about 20 degrees hotter than usual. My job in sustainability consulting has its advantages but there is much to be said for just getting dirty outside with kids all summer. Of course I will miss that! Fortunately I can still teach the bowline (to a scuba diver) as proven during my visit in Whistler:

Suze teaching bowline knot

And finally, I am moving from Richmond, Virginia to Portland, Oregon in a few short weeks. For you out of staters, that is all the way across our country. It’s kind of a big deal…

I am planning to spend July and August in Tacoma, WA with my boyfriend, Jake. Then I’m heading back east for September for a wedding and packing up (so you don’t have to throw that gigantic going away party just yet). When Jake’s internship in Tacoma ends on Oct 3, he will fly east for a visit and we will drive west together ☺ ROAD TRIP!! WOOHOO, sort of….

Considering the gas prices as part of the energy crisis as part of the environmental crisis as part of my reason for getting up in the morning and onto this computer, the logistics of moving have weighed on me heavily. If you have suggestions or want to debate with me about the most ecologically and economically sensical way to move across the country, please do call or email. I know the most efficient thing would be to not move at all; but given that my positive impact on the world may accelerate if I move out there, I’m going. Oh yeah, and my happiness will increase and that’s part of my gross personal product!

Ok, so you are up to date and now I can get to the good stuff: plugging some good causes! Look for these coming attractions -

“Did you know I have a sister?”

“If I wanted a dam adventure I would go to India with a camera and Trip Jennings!”

“The climate of distraction and why I pay to work”