A Visitor in My Garden

Color Photograph of Pigeon on herb (c) Katrien Vander Straeten

At first I thought it was wounded: it just sat there, next to the thyme, looking at me, letting me make a lot of movement and noise getting the stroller out of our front door, then after I spotted it, letting me run in to get the camera and take three pictures. Then it flew off, to my relief. I was in a hurry to pick up my sick daughter from daycare, and would not have known what to do with a wounded or sick bird.

O but what a beautiful bird! If anyone knows what it is, exactly, please let me know.

Amie is fighting another pneumonia, this while it’s 89 F (31 C) out! A cold immediately turns into something a lot more scary with her. This time we caught it very early, though, so we’re optimistic. Maybe our visitor is a good omen. I wish Amie had been here to see him…

Ecological Manifest

Photograph of small farm on river bend

  • The world outside

Sometimes I wish I never had to leave the house – even though “the house” is a small and light-deficient, though blissfully cool, basement apartment.

“Leaving” means going out into the din of air conditioners and leaf blowers (see yesterday’s post). It means walking past shop after shops selling plastic junk, $800 strollers.

It means sitting in Peet’s Coffee shop and observing  a woman grab at least 30 paper napkins, drop 10 of them on the floor, then on her way throw the 15 napkins she didn’t use into the trash. I’ve got one sticker for you, lady!

TCFT sticker (c) Pete Kazanjy at http://thesecomefromtrees.blogspot.com/

It means seeing three homeless people walk by, their belongings in plastic bags.

It means peering at a photograph in the Boston Globe, of about ten men in snow white kurtas, their beards and hair neatly trimmed, standing around a life-size doll of Salman Rushdie, barely alight yet on the ground. It means peering at their faces and knowing something of what they feel and think and see, but seeking something else. A knowledge, an understanding, but of what? I don’t know. I can’t find it.

  • Going to pieces

“Going outside” now also means going onto the internet. It means reading this post on Casaubon’s Book and getting a lump in my throat (again). It is titled “We Simply May Not Have Time to Wait for the Technology Fairy”, and refers to this dire new report about climate change.

Sharon, who runs Casaubon’s Book, writes:

As far as I can tell, there is no better plan than this. Build soil. Plant trees. Grow food. Make Do. Do Without. Give what you can to others. Fix your mistakes. Cut your emissions to the bone, and then cut them some more. And every time it hurts (and it will sometimes), close your eyes and imagine your nieces and nephews or your children or grandchildren or your friend’s beloved children grown to womanhood and manhood in a world where there is food and peace and water. And then imagine them without. And ask yourself “What else don’t I need so I can bring about a decent future.”

That’s powerful writing. 

  • Despair – action – hope

Its first effect was that it made me berate myself. I lost track of that house with the acre of land, I stopped pursuing the volunteer position at a nearby farm, I stopped reading the books that matter, I got complacent, I was writing about leaf blowers, and concentrating too exclusively on my potboiler, which is one big piece of (fun) silliness…

It throws me into despair: is it useless, is it too late?

But then it galvanizes me. Ecological despair and hope for something better are not opposites, as long as there is action in between. Yes, there will be chaos, misery, and death. But at least there will still be something, and we can work to make that something a little less chaotic, less miserable, less deadly.

Action needs a guide and a spur, and there are many out there: personalities, exemplary lives, their books, etc. But I am a writer, so besides observing and learning from these heroes, I need to write my own manifest.

At first it will be for personal use, but once I have developed it – not in the least by living it – I want it to be a statement to friends, family and everyone else who wants and needs it. 

Here is my work in progress, just begun, never-ending:

  • Manifest

What do I have to do?

Preserve, not things,

But skills to make things

And skills to make the tools to make things

And the resources to make things

And the skills to preserve these resources

 

What do I have to build?

Soil, forests

strength, skill

community, hope

 

What do I have to learn?

Learn again what is necessary, what is not

And how to give and receive it

And how to live again with others

closely, in a natural, necessary bond

 

What should I leave behind?

What is not necessary

 

What is necessary?

Love and work, first of all

Beauty and rest, second

Community and hope, always.

Will these – just these – stand up?

They will.

Like a rock.

 

  • Something more 

It needs something more, the really tough part:

What am I doing?

1. I am educating myself

2. I am making sustainable changes to my lifestyle

3. I am building the foundation for a better future

This should be more specific, of course.

  1. Re-read and (today hopefully) review Coperthwaite’s A Handmade Life. Pursue again the volunteer position at the Farm.

  2. HERE AND NOW list.

  3. Investigate further the possibility of buying/leasing… that 1 acre.

 This Manifest will live on a page of its own.

 

Summer Noise: A Rant Against Leaf Blowers

  • Ah, summer, you break my heart.

After long months of snow and frost, a long stretch of grey, rainy weather, summer’s arrival is very welcome. The warmth, the sunlight on your skin, the summer hat, the smell of sunscreen… People smile, say hi, drivers find more courtesy and patience, kids come out to play.

But as soon as the first warm day breaks, the din begins.

All day airconditioners drone in windowsills of unoccupied houses. A quarter of the cars in the supermarket parking lots have engines running. Gardens are frustrated daily by mowers. And then there is the most annoying of summer pests:

  • LEAF BLOWERS

I was potting the herbs at my front door when I heard one of the condo’s cleaners approaching, leafblower at full throttle. I waved an arm around the corner to indicate I was there, in the small space at the bottom of the steps. All he did was throw the machine’s engine into a lower gear, and so he still managed to blow most of the dust he had gathered onto me.  I looked up at him, showing my surprise and disgust on my face – it was the only means of communication what with all the din. He didn’t catch on, and kept the machine going, standing there, in the cloud of dust. Only when I yelled to him to turn it off, did he do so.

He didn’t do it on purpose. He just didn’t realize what he was doing.

  • Bad bad bad!

People get so used to their machines, they quickly forget about the nuisances (cf. Facts below). They spew hydrocarbon and carbon monoxide into the air, as well as particulate matter, nitrogen oxides, and carbon dioxide. They dislodge “fugitive dust”: minuscule dust particles and micro organisms that have no business being in the air, in our mouths and lungs. They wreck our hearing: operators are supposed to wear ear protections (and masks). But what about us?

Still people walk behind them, for hours, at their leisure. Like it’s a walk in the park.

I think that’s the problem: the “operator” walks behind them. This distances him from what it is  he is assaulting (the lawn, the leaves, wildlife, people), and even makes him think he is immune to the assault (most forgo ear protection or masks). He is desensitized. His senses dulled, his brain follows soon after, “zoning out” into the rhythmic drone of the machine and a body on automatic.

  • Get a broom!

Leaf blowers are misused and therefore ineffectual. They are leaf blowers: meant to move relatively heavy leaves onto a heap from where they can be collected and carted away. Most cleaners now – like our condo’s cleaners – use leaf blowers as brooms. So they become dust blowers. And do they blow!

First of all, even for what they are designed to do, they are no match to the good old rake (read this story).

But our cleaner is after the cigarette butts, the wrappers, the occasional leaf, even pennies and pebbles. So he sets his machine to the highest setting. This whips up into the air very small particles, rodent droppings, bird waste, pollens, molds, bacteria, and viruses that would normally get dislodged only by heavy winds. We’ve all seen the huge dust clouds, and we know they will settle later, after the cleaners have gone.

The largest pieces get blown into the gutter. I’ve observed this not only in our cleaning crew, but all over the place. I’ve seen a Town cleaning crew blow the leaves off the park onto a private home’s lawn, and left there – the wind soon carried all the leaves back to the park.

Probably this has to do with distaste for menial work. You give a guy a tool with an engine, and his task won’t be so menial anymore.

  • The leaf blower Zone

But the blindness to the incompetence of the leaf blowers also has to do with the Zone.

When you’re in that leaf blower zone, you are “in the moment,” and in the moment things are moving along nicely (in what direction, who cares).  You get obsessed with the one thing that just won’t budge – a piece of gum, stuck to the sidewalk, for instance – and you attack it, full force, no matter the dust and gasoline fumes and the time. But you won’t bend over and pick it up, of course, nor will you bend over and pick up the collected debris afterwards. That’s what you have the leaf blower for, right, and other people’s property!

After he turned off his infernal machine, my leaf blower guy walked over to his truck and returned with a small bucket and a couple of white paper towels. Halfheartedly, he swiped the larger dust bunnies that had settled on the pavement into the bucket. When he came up out of his bent position, he groaned, putting his hand in the small of his back.

Get a broom and get moving: it will do the job much better, faster, and it will be healthier for all involved!

  • Leaf Blower Facts

P.S. These  facts are for the most part rather old. I dug them up 5 years ago for a letter to our management company (the new cleaner company started using leaf blowers and often blew dust into our home through our open windows!). If anyone has more recent information, let me know.

  1. According tot the average 1999 homeowner type leaf blower and (1999) car data, the hydrocarbon emissions from one-half hour of leaf blower operation equal about 2,200 miles of driving, at 30 miles per hour average speed. Hydrocarbons are unburned or partially burned fuel that react in the atmosphere to form ground-level ozone. (Air Resources Board report written for the California Legislature in 2000, available through www.nonoise.org)
  2. One-half hour of a homeowner-type leaf blower useage generates as much carbon monoxide as 110 miles of automobile travel at 30 miles per hour average speed (2000 Air Resources Board report, cf. www.nonoise.org)
  3. Most two-stroke engines also generate particulate matter, nitrogen oxides, and carbon dioxide. (Arizona Sierra Club)
  4. They dislodge “fugitive dust“: minuscule dust particles and micro organisms that have no business being in the air, in our mouths and lungs. How about some rodent droppings, bird waste, pollens, molds, bacteria, and viruses for a snack? (source)
  5. They wreck our hearing. It takes sounds in excess of 85 decibels (db) to damage hearing, but noise at less than 75 db may be linked to hypertension, and that at just 65 db leads to stress, heart damage and depression. A ringing telephone can reach 80 db; a hair dryer hits 90 db; an ambulance siren can top out at an excruciating 120 db. (source)  Leaf blowers are routinely used less than 50 feet from unconsenting pedestrians and neighboring homes, and a blower measuring 70-75 dB at 50 feet can reach 90-100 dB at the operator’s ear. (source)

First Farmer’s Market, and Potted Herbs

Photograph of potter herbs lined up (c) K. Vander Straeten

This Thursday was our first Farmer’s Market of the new season. Though the weather was grey and rather freakishly cold, it was a great pleasure to say “welcome back” to the farmers.

And what a bounty there was already! I got red chard, mustard greens, many bunches of spinach, and lots of herbs. All for less than they would have cost at Whole Foods, and fresh and local, of course.

The herbs I got were live and already well enough established to be harvested.

  1. Greek oregano
  2. English thyme
  3. Basil (5 kinds)
  4. Taragon (didn’t get that last year)
  5. Rosemary
  6. Sage

I repotted them in the scorching 2 o’clock sun on Friday, and now they’re all lined up on the wall that hugs the steps and entrance to our front door. We are blessed with our own entrance, which as of noon gets full sun in summer. 

I plan to get some more herbs – cilantro, perhaps – at next week’s Farmer’s Market, and some (wild) flowers that I will put into the soil behind the wall.

I also plan to try out the Terracycle Worm Poop fertilizer, if it looks like the herbs need it.

Making Children Cry

Image of Trailer for Blokken

I don’t know what to think of these (scroll down on the page to the 3 YouTube videos). 

They are trailers for a program on Belgian television called “Blocks,” a popular trivia and tretris combination game for adults. The message at the end translates to: “Life without blocks is not worth living”.

The channel they were made for in the end declined to broadcast the trailers because they were too confrontational. However, they won the Silver award at the prestigious Promax/BDA-festival in New York.

They made me cry (I couldn’t even watch the third one), but I also couldn’t help laughing. They’re like watching bloopers but with (even) more guilt, because the kids are made to cry, for a commercial purpose no less. Still, they’re irresistable…

What do you think? What does it do to you?

A game for an almost-2-year-old

I am looking for a board game type of game:

  1. something that is fun (duh!)
  2. that is “conceptual” in that it requires concept-formation, forward-thinking, memorization, etc.
  3. that can be played in a group
  4. that is appropriate for a clever and patient 22-month-old.

The social aspect is very important: I feel she needs and would welcome something interactive with other people  (so none of those “I’ll read to you” or “I’ll play with you” machines), and even children (she is still a very parallel player with kids her own age. For closer interaction needs the kind of directed attention that only adult and older kids can give her.)

We engage in a lot of play together: we diaper her bears, “clean” the house together, build towers with blocks and Wedgits, etc. But I am looking for something less physical, something that will bring us together in a more cerebral kind of space. 

I love to see concepts “light up” in her – like they were already there, in her brain, and they just needed to be switched on. This morning, for instance, I asked her: “What is the difference between Mama’s arm and Baba’s arm?” (which she likes to pinch when searching for that ever-elusive sleep). She thought for a couple of seconds and said: “Hairy”. So she understands the concept of “difference”.

This game should allow us to discover and exercise such cognitive skills like matching, spotting differences, concentration and memorization.

We do that when we read stories together, when we go through “spot the balloon” kinds of books. But we now need a game in that it should allow her to manipulate the events, move things around, which will give her sense of decision, of realization of her own change-making capabilities.

As such, it should also make her aware of the consequences and responsibilities of that kind of power, and make her more foreward thinking, more calculative, with plans of action, etc.

You know what I mean, right?

Picture of the Goodnight Moon Game box

Board games, of course, is what comes to mind first, but most of them are beyond her as yet. There is one that sounds promising, though: the Goodnight Moon Game. Has anyone tried it?

Or am I asking too much? Should I just design our own boardgame?

Americans are Bad at Setting an Example

Oops! That’s quite a statement! Let me explain.

“You’re setting a bad example.”

Photograph of European DON’T WALK traffic signal

Years ago, on a visit to Belgium, we went for a stroll in the city (Antwerp) with my mom and dad. At a corner, the walk sign was red, but there were no cars, so after stopping to make sure, I stepped onto the street. My mom immediately pulled me back, and my dad tutted.  But it’s not like Belgians are sticklers for the traffic rules, and we jaywalk all the time!

My mom pointed to the other side of the street: waiting at the curb stood a family with two small kids.

“You’re setting a bad example.”

When the light turned green and we crossed, I apologized to the parents. They nodded forgiveness, this once.

Here in America

Photograph of American DON’T WALK traffic signal

I think back to this event almost every day, when walking here, in America, around Coolidge Corner. Amie walks now – she doesn’t like the stroller much anymore. At the corners I go down on one knee  and point to the light, drawing her attention to the signal, and explain what it means. It is very obvious what I am doing, yet as we’re engaged in this (possibly lifesaving) didactic exercise, tons of others – adults, adults with children – walk past us…

“You’re setting a bad example!”

Can the Americans who are reading this explain this to me? Was it like this when you were kids? Do you think this kind of disregard ( (I mean specifically to do with the WALK sign) is, somehow, a meaningful part of the culture? Is it just inattention? Does it tell you something about how you regard children? Any thoughts would be helpful to me, because I just can’t figure it out.

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Potboiling

I have been hard at work on The Potboiler – the adventure novel that will earn us enough money to move out of the suburbs onto a 1 acre piece of land… 

Ph.D.

This sudden spurt of energy was released by my decision to quit my Ph.D. program. Yes, I did it! The decision was a long time coming. What a neat construction that is, I hope I got it right; but “quit” is such an ugly word…

In any case, I have known for a long time that I don’t want to be an academic. I don’t like the atmosphere (interpersonal, social, political), I don’t like the rules (I keep on imagining things, which is not allowed), and I just can’t compete (I admit that).

The reason I took so long was typical conservative thinking: I’ve put so much work into it, so many years of my life; I agonized so over all that classes, the endless papers, the back-breaking exams… I only have the dissertation to go, why can’t I just get on with it!

That was just it: my argument for getting on with it was solely the past. Once I realized that that dissertation and the piece of paper that would result from it did not figure into my future at all, that they were not instrumental to my “getting on with it”… it was easy.

(I was also galvanized by a post by Gina on Cauldron Ridge Farm, on which I commented at length and rather wildly!)

Amie

Amie is now asking for things with the formula: “Mama, please may I…” I love this charming behavior but am worried she may take too much upon herself. For instance, last night, her sippy cup spilled and soaked our mattress, and when we noticed she cried: “I made a mess!” so sadly, so disappointed in herself – while it was really my fault, because I hadn’t closed it properly, which of course I proceeded to explain to her.

I do hope to return to some more regular blogging soon, because it keeps me sane after a day of frenzied potboiling.

More in Drawing as it Develops

Amie’s painting of 15 May 2007

Amie’s painting of 15 May 2007

I wrote a review of some of the interesting theory about children’s drawings. It briefly considers pre-representational drawing, but the meat of it deals with representation:

  • realistic representation versus symbolism representation
  • the tadpole formula for human figures
  • children’s body-images: do we look like tadpoles to them?
  • the possible sources of such distortions
  • how a child proceeds to draw, e.g., top to bottom, left to right, head first, arms last
  • constraints in children’s cognitive and technical skills, “tool boxes”, and experience
  • some remaks on the role of education

 Enjoy!

Toby Hemenway’s book “Gaia’s Garden”

Bookcover of Gaia’s Garden, by Toby Hemenway 

Just published a review on Suite101.com of Gaia’s Garden, the book that led me to Holmgren’s Permaculture. I  tremendously enjoyed reading Hemenway’s book and I hope the review does it justice.

I also hope that, once we have some land, I can put the permaculture way of gardening into practice. I might have to revisit the review at that point.

We found a house for sale, quite a whiles west of Boston but close to the commuter rail, that we might go and take a look at. It’s 1500 sq.f. (too big, really, but maybe we could close some of it off during winter) and 0.95 acres of land. With that plural, “0.95 acres” sounds like it is more than “1 acre”. We can’t afford it, really… but it would be so sweet.