The Elitism Question

“Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.” Michael Pollan’s advice on what to eat from the New York Times, which has turned out to be surprisingly controversial.

Real food? Everybody knows that’s just for the wealthy elite… Berkshire pork and morels at $180 an ounce, right? Something like that… certainly no relevance to the average North American family. Completely ungrounded in any class analysis, exclusive purview of the Land Rover set.

But what if I told you that my focus on Real Food comes out of a Marxist and Weberian analysis of how “the elite” maintain their collective advantages in society? My concerns with the industrial food system start with the displacement of indigenous people to provide cash crops, increasingly for the purposes of providing animal feed for the developed world. I observe that the industrial agricultural system requires a perpetual resource war that perpetuates cycles of violence and repression in oil-rich but democracy-poor countries all over the world. And one of my central claims is that we don’t have the right to impoverish the entire rest of the world so that we don’t have to confront the depth of inequity in North American culture. Would you still weigh my piddly little excuse for a farm against the actions of Walmart, Cargill, and Monsanto and declare me the bad guy? You can if you want to; there’s nothing I can do to stop you. I just want to be clear what it is that you are rejecting when you slap the “Elite and therefore irrelevant” label on the entire movement for Real Food.

What we are doing here, at this stage, is rebuilding capacity. Social justice is a significant motivational component of the movement, but from my own perspective, it is becoming pragmatic. I don’t want this to come to revolution, and I don’t want to witness (or suffer from) mass starvation on the streets of North America. Famine is the normal state of human affairs, and we are not well-adapted, having grown larger than people in previous generations and requiring  more to eat as a result. What is worse, many of us live in loosely-connected non-communities, with little resilience or self-sufficiency. We are catastrophe waiting to happen.

The industrial food system may be the crowning achievement of global capitalism, but it happens to also be utterly unsustainable. It does feed more people than ever before, but it does so only so long as the oil keeps flowing. It is capital intensive, and has almost entirely displaced labour, which makes it incredibly susceptible to economic “downturns,” and contractions, and depressions. The products are traded on the international commodity markets, making it into something that can be manipulated for profit, even while people are starving… sometimes the very people who grew and harvested the food in the first place… sometimes off land that they used to work for the benefit of their own families, who no longer have access to adequate nutrition. It is a system that asks us to weigh the needs of the North American poor against those of the global poor, and turn a blind eye to the consequences of its failure to adequately address any of those needs. It is the system that is corrupt and immoral; “The Poor” (as though this is some monolithic group) are largely powerless within it. Frankly, “The Elite” that are such common targets of this criticism are even pretty far down the power structure. Really, how many Ivy League English professors do you think sit on the boards of the major multinational companies? No, this is a situation in which the system can keep us fighting amongst ourselves, thus keeping us from doing anything to actually address the problems in which we are enmeshed.

And into this slow-motion disaster steps the “Real Food” movement. Because at the same time that our population has grown, and the individual members of it have become larger, and the overall flow of energy has increased, we have lost many of the basic preindustrial technologies that turn plants and animals into food, from putting seed in the ground, right down to cooking the final product. We (in large, giant, enormous chicken factories) don’t bother to keep roosters, and we’ve developed breeds of chickens that lay absurd quantities of eggs, but don’t have any mothering instincts, so can’t turn those eggs into a next generation without industrial levels of human intervention. We have no way of planting or harvesting grains that doesn’t involve house-sized pieces of heavy equipment. If any of us happened upon a bag of grain, almost none of us would be able to make something edible out of it. These are not just interesting hobbies for those with the time and energy to devote to them.

These are the tools of survival, and we don’t have them.

Which brings us back around to class. I am fully aware that we are talking about survival on completely different time scales. Most weeks in my house, the groceries aren’t an issue. We have those weeks where an extra bill comes due, or the car breaks down, or somebody needs a trip to the dentist or a prescription, but we have a well-stocked pantry to carry us through those things. I know that puts us in a lucky and rare category in the world. So when one of “us” (let’s say ‘food activists’) says that most of what is in the grocery store “isn’t food”, it can be taken as a purely aesthetic claim, that we are judging, dismissing the reality of those who have no choice but to purchase whatever is on cheapest sale this week. Believe me, I’ve been there. I’ve cried at the grocery store, and it wasn’t over fancy cheese. But it also wasn’t recently. I know that in this deeply and profoundly unfair world, I’m pretty near the top of the heap. I’m able to consider survival on the time scale of my lifetime, or the lifetimes of several generations, because my immediate needs are pretty much taken care of (at the moment).

So what do I use that for? I could simply claim that in some way the way things are reflects the natural order of things, take what I can and leave the rest to their own devices. I could use my education to make a lot of money. Really. I’ve got some pretty weird skills, some of which pay pretty well. But I’ve chosen to work for a better world, which includes access to real food produced in a way that doesn’t jeopardize our ability to have any food at all in 20 years. I try to figure out ways to allow more people to eat better without bankrupting the entire rural economy or outsourcing all our environmental contaminants to people still further down the power ladder.

Let me be perfectly clear: It is not the fault of anybody trapped in this system, but the system as a whole must be up for criticism. Because it is not morally neutral, and to claim that it is, is to ignore the suffering inflicted by these processes. This is a system that is violent from one end to the other, starting with the expropriation of land from peasants the world over, and ending with food deserts in North American urban centres, with stops along the way for poisoning the air, land, and sea, normalizing cruelty to animals, and marginalizing and impoverishing the few farm labourers that remain. It is an enormous fraction of our externalizing economy, which provides for the few at the expense of the many, including future generations. So, yes… feed your children, but please don’t demand that I do nothing to challenge the impacts. I’m trying to make sure that there is a planet for them to inherit.

I don’t get paid for this work. We break even (maybe) on the eggs and the veggies. The writing has all been done for free, along with workshops, and the work to keep the farmers markets going in a wet, cold, climate in one of the poorest parts of Canada. I do this in solidarity with the peasants of the global south as represented by Vandana Shiva and La Via Campesina. I do it to remember rural farmers trying to figure out how to do the right thing in the face of “get big or get out”, and urban farmers who are building local foodsheds in cities all over North America. We are quietly (or not so quietly) weaving a safety net beneath a culture that we fear is on the brink of collapse, in hope that the fall will be more gentle. And yes, I’m doing it on land that is paid for by my husband’s decent professional salary, in time that I can (sort of) afford to lose, on the back of more than a decade of post-secondary education. On land, I might add, for which the native population has almost certainly not been adequately compensated. But please, don’t look at my $4-a-dozen eggs (collected from hens that roam freely and for whom my partner recently vaulted a six-foot fence to chase off the fox), please don’t look and say, “That woman cares nothing for the poor.”

For more information on radical approaches to Real Food, check out the Civil Eats website, particularly the parts about food access. That’s where the link goes. Or Navdanya International, for a global perspective.

The Vital White Sauce

I have been teaching my children to cook since they were very small. It is one of the greatest gifts I can imagine giving them, since it is a skill that leads to cheaper food, more control over their preferences, and healthier eating. Even if they cook something high in fat and sugar, it won’t begin to rival most prepared foods in potential health damage. I’ve been thinking about what constitutes basic cooking skills, and I think that we need to reach higher to reintegrate things that are currently considered advanced, and bring them back to the daily kitchen.

For example, I have frequently claimed that making a white sauce is the only useful thing I learned in junior high. It’s not quite true: I can think of two other things I learned in junior high, and they were both from Home Ec as well. I’m sure I learned other things in those three years, but these are the skills that I remember learning. (The other two were 1. not overmixing muffins, which is also useful for pancakes and biscuits, and 2. taking in a ruffle, which is good for seam easement, joining curves, and setting in sleeves.)

I’m not going to give a guide to making white sauce, because there are many other places to learn that already. For example, there is a very nice video here that demonstrates the basic technique:

Now that you know that, you’ve got limitless potential. Because you can substitute, add, season, and make all kinds of other sauces starting with that skill. Here is a list of 5 variations on a white sauce:

  1. A la vongole (that’s clams for the English among us): Add garlic to the butter before the flour goes in and fry it briefly, not to brown, just translucent. If you are using canned clams, use the juice from the clams in place of the first portion of milk, and add milk to get to the right consistency. After the sauce is complete, add the clams. If you are using steamed clams, use the steaming water/wine, as long as it isn’t sandy.
  2. Cheese sauce: After the white sauce is complete, add enough cheese to make you happy. This can be poured over macaroni or used on cauliflower. Use straight up or bake until bubbly.
  3. Mushroom wine sauce: fry mushrooms until soft in the butter (again, before you add the flour). You can either use a small number of mushrooms, or increase the amount of butter and take the mushrooms out while you make the sauce. Here’s the beauty: you can use red wine entirely in place of the milk and get a completely different sauce, but the technique is exactly the same.
  4. Garlic (as in 1). Parmesan (as in 2). Dash of cream if you want to boost the fat content. Yum. Alfredo sauce.
  5. Vegan: You can start with olive oil and flour to make your roux. It will still thicken. I have made sauces with veggie stock, and with soy milk, and they come out fine, but different. The stock makes a translucent sauce, but it still tastes great and makes a good base for pasta toppings, or casseroles. Don’t use vanilla soy milk by accident. Trust me, it’s weird. Although you could probably make an interesting dessert sauce this way, starting with something blander than olive oil and adding a bit of powdered sugar or cocoa… ooooh. Now I’ve got a whole new batch of ideas.

See? The options are limited only by your imagination. Most useful cooking skill, ever!

The Economics of the Laundry Line

If you are a dedicated environmentalist, but you still find yourself buying back your own time by using convenience foods and labour-saving devices, this is an article for you. I find myself making these choices almost every day: I currently have a frozen lasagna in the oven so that I can have back the 2 hours of not-cooking for writing and a swimming lesson. (A swimming lesson for me, not my children!) I also have a soup stock on the back burner, and a homemade squash and sweet potato soup waiting for the stock, so I’m not a purist either way. It’s a calculus of convenience. Today, the question is, “Is it worth it to hang out that load of laundry?”

I hear “saving money” as an argument for hanging out the clothes, but I don’t think that it is particularly convincing. Even if I hung a load every day, it would only save me about $240 over the course of the year. It would take me about 120 hours to save that money, working out to approximately $2 an hour. “Oho!” you may say, “But if you were completely faithful, you could give up the dryer entirely, and subtract that expense from your savings!” I know people who do that, even around here. So let us subtract the dryer as well… After my old cheap dryer destroyed about $400 worth of clothes by burning them, I decided to go for a fancy-schmancy set, so we can knock off $800 for the dryer. Spread that over 10 years, and add in a couple of hundred dollars for repairs. Now we can claim an extra $100 a year, bringing our hourly rate for hanging laundry to $2.67. This is after tax money, so it is the equivalent of “earning” about $4 an hour. It’s not completely ridiculous, since I do lots of other things “for free”, but it would make more economic sense to just ante up for the electricity and spend that time “making money”.

What is worse, I can only hang things out for fewer than half the days in the year… which means that one of the rooms inside my house would have to be converted to laundry hanging, since laundry is a daily task around here. I’m not even going to bother with the economics of adding in part of the house as an expense, because that just gets ridiculous. Suffice it to say, I don’t save enough money by hanging out my laundry for that to be the primary justification: I am doing this to give back to the earth, and I happen to enjoy hanging laundry, but the way things are currently priced makes it one of those tasks that I doubt, especially when my fingers go numb from the cold. I’m trying to find scalable solutions… that is, if something is actually the right thing to do, I’d like other people to do it too.

If the “saving money” argument is not going to convince most people, let me try the “saving carbon” argument instead. I hear that I generate an extra 1.7 kg of CO2 every time I run the dryer. At my house (where we share the laundry facilities with the family who lives next door) we are doing laundry for 9, which means at least one load every day. Let’s say 1-1/2 loads per day. If we could dry all of them on the line (which we can’t), we would save 930 kg of CO2 emissions in a year. My own calculations are a little different: The dryer is 5400 watts, and runs for just under an hour, using approximately 5.1 kWh. Since our electricity in NS is essentially coal, we generate close to a kg of CO2 for each kWh, or something like… 2800 kg per year. I don’t even know how to begin to figure out emissions made on behalf of the neighbours, so lets just discount those and say that my family’s emissions could be reduced by 2 tonnes just by hanging out the clothes. That’s not nothing. In fact, it’s something like 1/6 th of our total household power consumption, and we heat with electricity. That is starting to sound convincing.

And then, after I write a post about hanging out the laundry, I come home and see this:

Sigh.

On the plus side, the line was back up within 20 minutes. Nobody had to call a repair guy, and the only spare part we needed was a piece of rope from the garage.


BTW, the SolarPowered tag is an indication that the post was written on a laptop powered by the sun, not that the post itself is about solar power.

The Recurring Cow Conversation

“Do we want the local (conventional) milk, or the large-scale organic (shipped 2500 km) milk this week?”

In case you were wondering, we’re not actually planning on getting a cow. We only have an acre and a half cleared, and the cow would need most of it for pasture. It’s swampy and we’re near a river, and we already have plans for some of that land, and they don’t include pasture other than for bees and chickens. You cannot take a cow places with you for the weekend, so all vacations are right out of the picture. Most obviously, a cow is a metric butt-load of work. Literally.

Despite all these drawbacks, the mythical cow keeps coming up in conversations, because lack of access to sustainably produced milk is one of the things that gets right up my nose. As we often eat a nearly vegetarian diet for months at a time, dairy makes up a significant portion of our food dollar, and I’m uncomfortable with where a lot of that is going. In addition, the cow is often the missing component of the sustainable permaculture-like system we envision for our landscape, so four or five times a week is not out of the ordinary for the recurring cow conversation.

“Too bad we don’t have access to a source for manure that isn’t contaminated with garbage.” “You know, we could solve that problem with a cow. Cow’s make TONS of manure.” (That is one of the two main reasons that we don’t have a cow.)

“Boy, I’d like to make cheese, but it takes $16 of milk to make one pound.” “I hear that a cow gives so much milk that you have to make cheese two or three times a week just to keep up. Of course, then you have the problem of what to do with all that cheese.” (Cheese rolling jokes divert us from further consideration of the cow.)

“You know that if you don’t eat vegan, you’re contributing to the veal industry, right?” (This one is usually directed AT us, rather than part of the conversation within the family, but it has a significant piece of truth and I don’t want to dismiss it lightly. Sometimes people use it as an argument against vegetarian eating, but it tends to tip me more towards the vegan end of things. Except that monoculture nuts are an environmental catastrophe. And we can get local dairy, whereas we can’t get local legumes or nuts. But I digress. This is about cows, not nuts.)

I would buy my neighbour’s milk, but I’m not allowed to. Specifically, she’s not allowed to sell it to me. I want her milk, she wants to sell her milk, but we’re not allowed to make that exchange, although I am allowed to drink it when she invites me for dinner. It’s good milk, high in cream, and the butter is bright yellow because the cow gets lots of pasture which increases her beta-carotene levels. But I’m not allowed that milk, only the pallid industrial milk that feels a lot like a processed food after I’ve had the real thing. The only way I can get access to real, whole milk (pasteurized or not) is by purchasing, raising, breeding, pasturing, milking, and mucking out a cow of my very own.

So we go around and around and around, and every few days, the conversation comes back to the cow we don’t have.

The most recent one went like this:

Me: I’m going to try making yogurt cheese, I think. The yogurt was a really good price this week.

Him: That’s a good idea. Maybe we should try making our own yogurt again?

Me: I would, except the milk costs so much that it is cheaper to just buy the yogurt, even the organic stuff.

Him: Oh. (realizing the trap he has set for himself) So, can we just assume the intervening bits of this conversation and skip straight to the cow part to get it over with?

Weekly Photo Challenge: Spring Cleaning

It is the time of the year when young beekeepers minds turn to thoughts of honey. Not harvesting honey, not honey for people, but… whether there is going to be enough honey left in the hive to keep the bees alive until the flowers are in bloom. It is a great sadness to get the hive through the winter only to lose it to a late spring.

So we take precautionary measures, and we feed! This is a sugar syrup made in a volume ratio of 2 sugar:1 water. I heat it on the stove over a low heat until the sugar all melts and I am left with a nice solution:

It's that colour because it is (fair trade) organic sugar cane. Nothing but the best for my girls.

The first time I did this, the holes in the lid were too large and the syrup just ran out when I inverted it. This is what they look like now that I have some practice:

Very sophisticated technology. Wood screws make the best holes. Nail holes are always too big to keep the syrup from pouring.

Unfortunately, one of my two hives petered out somewhere near the end of the fall. I had done a 50/50 split and the new colony either didn’t raise a queen, or something happened to her. Anyway, I don’t consider this a winter loss; I’m pretty sure that it was a failure last season. It was late in the year and cold, so I didn’t disassemble it at the time. That made it another task for today.
First, I was very excited to see such beautiful, yellow drawn comb:

Isn't it pretty?

As I made my way down through the hive, though, I discovered that a fair amount had (unsurprisingly) gone moldy through the winter:

Not so pretty

So everything is getting a good airing while I come and ask the internet what I should do with moldy comb. (Edit: I found an answer and a spectacularly good website about bees over here.)

This is the hive that didn't take when I split last summer. Now is the time for regrouping.

And that is what I did for spring cleaning today.

Making Soap

Once again, it is an urban homesteading day of action. This week, we are making movies! (Phew. I made the movie two weeks ago, but it has taken this long to edit it and get it uploaded.)

To be clear: I don’t actually live in the city. If you look at the first segment of this movie, you will see that I am genuinely rural. So basically, I’m doing this in support of urban homesteading. If lots and lots of us use the word in regular conversation, the claim to exclusivity will be undermined. Take that, IP Pirates!

Ahem. Right. Soapmaking, in five parts. If you are just interested in what trace looks like, skip to the last video. That was what I really wanted to see when I was learning.

Disclaimer: This is a demonstration, not instruction. There are ways to injure yourself in this process, but it is both lovely and simple if you take the appropriate precautions. If you are going to make soap, please get a really good book, or take a workshop. I like this one by Melinda Coss:

Also, I should have been wearing my goggles at the beginning when I was measuring the lye, not just when I started to stir it.

1. Get all your soap making equipment set up, including recipe, scale, NaOH, oils, and water.

2. Weigh the lye, water, and oils:

3. Prepare lye/water mixture, melt oils, bring everything to correct temperature, and make magic. Oh. Sorry. Chemistry.

4. Wait a zillion hours 45 minutes for the mixture to turn into soap, stirring all the while. Make sure your mold is greased before this part, because otherwise you will cry when your soap won’t come out of the mold.

5. In a couple of days, cut your soap into bars. Then let it cure for at least 4 weeks before you use it. I usually wait 6 weeks or longer, because it continues to harden up, and it lasts longer if it is harder when you start to use it.

The Price Of Gas!

Oh! It is time to run in circles and flap our hands! Gas is going up! Food will cost more! Who could ever have predicted this???

Here is one of the places where the division between structural analysis and the personal impact becomes glaring. It has become apparent to me over the last few years that I cannot actually afford to run a car. I certainly can’t afford to run two cars. And I really can’t afford to run a minivan which now costs $8 in gas alone every time we decide to go to town. Just to clarify the costs, gas is now (as of this morning) around $1.29 per litre, or about $4.87 per gallon. The van runs about 12 L per 100 km on average, but the starting, warming, and going up hills that we do around here takes a little more, so we basically go through 6 L every time we start her up (the round trip to town is about 30 km, so as soon as we do any scooting we’re up to 50 km by leaving the driveway). Then the two vehicles ran through about $4000 in repairs between December and February.

No. I cannot afford to keep doing this. We cannot afford to keep doing this. And by “we” I mean, “our entire culture,” not just my immediate family.

The price of gas is a shake up: we are not going to spend or subsidize our way out of peak oil, international conflict, and suburban sprawl (in which I am participating.) Even we in North America, even in the ostensible middle class, are going to have to spend a higher fraction of our budget on food. We will not be able to buy stuff, because we will need to feed ourselves. Our houses are too big; we will not be able to afford to keep them as warm/cool as we are used to. Our ability to isolate ourselves from the environment, and manipulate the world around us through the liberal application of fossil fuels is coming to a close. Probably. A miracle may occur. But we cannot bank our futures upon technologies that don’t yet exist. We must work sideways towards solutions, change our ways or perish. (I got that from a comedy routine(1), not a sign on a street corner.)

I look at my own situation, and the car problem in particular, and I come up with these possible solutions:

  1. Move to town. Give up chickens, gardens, greenhouse, land, swimming, canoeing, apartment, garage, writing studio, and dreams. Break my children’s hearts (and my own) to be more fiscally responsible in the short term. Abandon hope for sustainability, buy back into the rat race. Give up… Wait. That doesn’t sound like a solution. (Yes, I know about Urban Homesteading. To get within walking distance of the university would cost me the same amount as we can sell the current house for, and would result in a reduction of about 3.25 acres of land.)
  2. Strictly ration driving for “necessary” trips. Give up swimming lessons, meditation, tae kwon do, orchestra, drama, and social life. Resort to a utilitarian life and hope for redemption in the afterlife. Unfortunately, I don’t believe that I’m getting a reward at the end of all of this, so it doesn’t give me a lot to go on, other than a vague sense of moral superiority, which is just not enough to run a life on. I’m going to need more payoff than, “My life sucks, but at least I’m not fucking it up for everybody else.” Also, that’s not a solution that has much to sell it, and what I’m really looking for is scalability.
  3. Get rid of van. Give up cargo space and the ability to spontaneously take other people places. Still need to purchase a replacement, because otherwise we will be giving up everything in number 2 as well. Also requires us to take two vehicles if we want to take our entire family somewhere. Probably can get $7000 for it, which could be rolled over to “new” smaller vehicle. Would need to replace the functions of the van by renting truck from time to time. The van was supposed to be a temporary solution, to be disposed of when we no longer required 3 car seats. We’ve been down to two car seats for about 2 years, but now the kids are starting to get big. Just last week I had to put my oldest in the front seat for the first time, since he no longer fits between the two seats in the back of the Echo. Can a family of 6 get around with a Honda Civic and a Smart Car? (Three adults, three kids, one about to go through his first teenage growth spurt.)
  4. Get our friends to move closer so that we can still do everything in #2, or replace with equally fun activities. Ha ha ha. Rural village full of interesting, intelligent, and healthy people: good idea. Intentional community with people we already know? Pipe dream. But not one that I am alone in. Maybe it is the goal we secretly all yearn for. It is probably the solution for what ails us, culturally. Urban villages, probably, with walkability thrown in and a reinvention of The Commons. Transition towns for the Long Descent. (I haven’t read it. Have you?) But how to get there? How to get there? There’s the rub.It’s not going to work this way, one house at a time, one family (or two) at a time, with all of us tied to the places we happened upon. It certainly isn’t going to work with temporary jobs, no stability, and a constant threat of layoff hanging over our heads. We’re part way there, but of the four adults who live on our property, only one has been able to parlay his skills and knowledge into a paying full-time job. The rest of us patch things together, start micro-businesses which lose money (but only a couple of hundred dollars at a time), and pick up part-time teaching gigs when possible. We can’t save the world, or even ourselves, running scared.

    Ah: here’s a bit of my own structural analysis. (Remember, structure does not imply intent or conspiracy.) It happens to have been beneficial for a large group of people/organizations to keep us “running scared,” making sure that we never feel like our “needs” are met. Keep up with those Jonses: if you let them get too far ahead, you will be so ostracized that your very survival will be on the line! This is a tremendously powerful message. We are tribe animals, we need belonging the same way that we need air and food, albeit on a slower scale. A solitary human being is actually in jeopardy, isolated from access to basic support systems for food and shelter. There is no such thing as true self-sufficiency, there is only interdependence.

    But a truly functioning community of interdependence, working to meet its needs and trade the excess? One that includes a sense of personhood for its youngest and its eldest? One that values the life-supporting work that is traditionally done by women, and expects its men to contribute to the private sphere so that the women have enough space in their days and intellectual life to participate fully in the public sphere? There is a foundation from which we can start to rebuild a society that can deal with the price of gas… without flapping our hands and running in circles.

Too bad it doesn’t solve my immediate transportation problem.


1. Kevin and God. Radio Free Vestibule

How to Build a 1500 Follower Facebook Page in 24 hours

It turns out to be rather simple: Trademark a common phrase that is primarily used by freethinking radicals. OK. It won’t be your page, but if you want to galvanize a movement and you are willing to be the common enemy, this could be an effective strategy.

There is a disturbance in the force today regarding the use of the phrase “Urban Homesteading.” It has been trademarked by one of the many people who have been using it in the recent decades, and he has issued letters to the other members of the movement telling them to figure out other ways to describe their activities. First there was boggling, and confusion. Then there was a moment of individual defiance: “Yeah. Try and stop me!” And then there was a Facebook page with a spelling variation, and 1700 (and counting) followers, and a discussion of the relevant trademark law and a question of how to reclaim the use of the phrase. Because in the end, it seems to have shifted from defiance, to resolve. “No, actually. You can’t stop us. This is a movement, not just your business, and you don’t get to call the shots.”

The person in question has been using the phrase online as a blog since the early 2000′s and he has a heavy brand investment in it. However, other people have invested in this concept, phrase, and “brand” (if we must) and have been using it at least since 1980. It is a common phrase among a certain subset of the population, and it is frustrating to see somebody virtually rope off a piece of the commons, slap a license on it, and call it property.

The family that trademarked it didn’t invent the term, and they aren’t using it in way that is distinctive and a significant departure from the movement as a whole. They are snatching a phrase out of the ether and declaring it theirs. It’s not that they haven’t been using it and it’s not that they haven’t been promoting the concept. They have an investment. But they are usurping the work that has been done to promote this idea by an international community of activists. People like Karin Kliewer writing for Wendy Priesnitz’s Natural Living Magazine. And K. Ruby Blume at the Institute of Urban Homesteading, who has been essentially told that she needs a new name for her business.  By trademarking the phrase the “owners” were legally entitled to make Facebook take down all the pages that use the words Urban Homesteading, including Blume’s.

So, a brief diversion, because I want to talk about the concept of intellectual property. One stop on my speckled and dodgy career path was two work terms at the Canadian Patent Office, one in Industrial Design and Copyright, and one as a Patent Classifier. I was just a student and this was 20 years ago, so I am not an expert in patent law, the ins and outs thereof, so don’t ask me about case law. I don’t know. Details, shmetails; I want to talk philosophy. Because this disagreement isn’t really about law. Maybe in a twisted application of “first to file” they are legally entitled to do this. If so, the law might be… ahem… an ass. No, this can’t ultimately be about the law, because none of us have the money to reconcile it that way. This is about (shudder) optics.

In our training (Level 1 Patent Examiner, 1990) we had an extensive conversation about the contract between the creator and the public when intellectual property rights were protected. In essence, it was this: We will grant you exclusive rights to benefit from the fruits of your intellectual labour and the means to protect those rights for a limited time through our publicly supported courts. In exchange, having provided the benefit of public protection, after these rights have expired, the material cedes to the public domain. Trademarks, because they don’t expire, need limits around their use, either by locale, product type, or other specifications. You don’t get to have it all, baby. You can’t patent an idea, and you can’t trademark a concept.

It was intended to be a two-way exchange: we protect you, you give back. This feels like the opposite: the public (albeit a small portion thereof) builds a movement, gains mainstream voice, and starts to change the legislation in one municipality after another to allow small scale farming, livestock in cities, and the right to replace their lawns with food gardens. And then one person swoops in and scoops the right to the words, making the rest of us start over to build another set of language in its place.

That is why we are angry. And that is why since I started this post (an hour ago) the Facebook page has another 100 followers. (Edit: Now it has 2400 followers. Wow. It would have taken us years to do this normally. The power of the incensed!)

Little Steps to Home

Sitting in the lounge at the mechanic’s this morning (don’t ask), I found myself in the company of a friendly sort, an older man who was definitely from here. I know this because as soon as I arrived, he asked me a question, I countered with a book, we chatted for about a minute, and he asked me, “So, are you from Sydney?” “No,” I said, “I grew up in Newfoundland.” He introduced me to the other man who was already sitting, waiting on his car. “He’s from Newfoundland, too.”

It was a long conversation, wide ranging, and it turned out that they are both down-the-road neighbours, a few kilometers away. Eventually, he said, “Oh! I know your house! You’ve got that garden… um… Per-something?”

Our garden is larger than average, and the front lawn sports a giant pair of pants, built as a joke two summers ago. We have garnered attention. But I’d forgotten about the signs. What an opportunity! I shared the story of Demeter, Persephone, Hades, and winter. We called ourselves Persephone’s Garden as an acknowledgment of the winter, and also to proclaim our desire to grow out of season (in the least energy intensive ways, as developed by the brilliant Eliot Coleman.) The first man asked about our floating row covers, what kinds of veggies we grow, complimented us on our free-range chickens, and nearly clapped his hands with glee when I told him about the scythe we use to mow the “lawn”.

The conversation continued, phone numbers were exchanged so that they could introduce me to the other neighbour who is raising milk sheep (milk sheep! one of my fantasy animals!) down the way. It was a very rural conversation. And then he said, “You’ll be staying, then? You’ll have to stay after you put so much effort into tending the land and God’s bounty.”

Now I feel famous!

Everything I need to Know I Learned from My Mechanic

Today, my mechanic added a useful skill to my repertoire. Specifically, he taught me how to start a car with a burned out starter motor, and it does not involve hotwiring. What is more, he did this over the phone, thus saving me the $50 tow fee to get my car from my back yard to the garage. It is good to have a mechanic.

I’m going to go so far as to say that my mechanic matters more to me in my day-to-day life than my doctor does. That is almost certainly because I  and my children are rarely ill and have no serious chronic problems. My car, on the other hand, is getting to a certain age. Most unfortunately, my partner’s car is getting to a certain age at about the same rate. The age of the two cars can be measured in the following ways: 1) I know my mechanic by first name even though we have no social contact, 2) the garage has done the last two minor repairs for free, and 3) my mechanic recognizes my voice on the phone. This is not a good sign.

Here is where I get to be practical for a few moments. If your car is also of a certain age, but you don’t have a mechanic who will help you diagnose and repair over the phone, I will do my best to ‘splain. Or at least sum up.

So, here’s why I suspected the starter motor. When I tried to start the car, there was a click. That was it. I checked that it was in Park, and that the gear shift was actually working, and that the connection between the ignition and the gear shift was behaving properly. All the lights were on, and the dashboard lit up properly, so we were pretty sure it wasn’t the battery (which also eliminated the alternator, and fan belt as problems). Since it didn’t turn over at all, it was more likely to be an electrical component than the engine-y parts. (I believe that is the technical term, but I wouldn’t actually say that to the mechanic, because he might suspect me of being a girl.) Just to be sure, though, my husband tested the battery with a multi-meter, because we know how to replace the battery ourselves.

Anyway, when I told the mechanic that I was pretty sure that it was the starter motor, he asked whether I had tried to turn it on a few times. I said that I had tried three or four, and it definitely wasn’t starting. “No, no. You have to turn the ignition on and off a bunch of times. It should catch.”

I admit it. I was skeptical. But I went out and turned the key back and forth about 8 or 10 times, and then it caught. The car didn’t start, but it made that little cough that says that the engine is getting a warning at least. Unfortunately, I was so surprised that I turned it off again. I did this a few more times, and got the hang of it… there’s a rhythm to it. It’s like pumping a swing: you’re giving the motor a little kick, and getting it going a little faster, and once you’ve done it a few times, the motor kicks the engine. The key to this technique is to listen really carefully so that you don’t miss the engine catching. I think it took about four tries, but darned if the thing didn’t start??? There might have been some babying with the gas pedal, and I might have done a little cheerleading, but it started!

This is the point in the story at which I pat myself on the head for realizing that I shouldn’t turn the car off when I go back in to call the garage. Also, at this juncture, I dance one of those football-touchdown dances… to celebrate my mechanical aptitude and close working relationship with my car that allowed me to figure out what was wrong. When you have a car of a certain age, it is good to have car-empathy. Yes, I’m totally bragging. Because I’m that sort of woman.

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