Ducklings

You may have heard that the UO football team went undefeated this year...there's a big championship game and blah blah blah. Good for them, good for us. Perhaps now that the sports funding has paid off, academics can win some popularity contests.

It's not that I don't have school spirit, but all of a sudden EVERYONE does. The Ducks are hotter than ever before and everyone needs a piece of merchandise. I went to get a cup of coffee at the student store yesterday and I could barely get through the door there were so many people queuing up to buy BCS paraphernalia. School's not even in session!

Filled with the spirit of...something...

"It is required of every man,that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellow-men, and travel far and wide; and if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so after death. It is doomed to wander through the world-oh, woe is me!-and witness what it cannot share, but might have shared on earth, and turned to happiness." - Dickens, A Christmas Carol

The holidays mean something different for everyone. For me it is generally an experience in trying to find a balance between loathing materialism and overindulgence in the joyous act of giving and receiving.
Also, taking a day to cook glorious amounts of food and be with Joe....to just be.

One of my favorite first lines of a book belongs to A Christmas Carol..."Marley was dead: to begin with"... Dickens is an absolutely brilliant writer and I think he captures it best when allowing the three ghosts to convince Scrooge that he should use his mind and body...his spirit, to the best of his ability. To savor life, to make and build rewarding friendships and to build a loving family. Frankly, I do not think it has anything to do with Christmas, it has to do with being alive and 'using well the days.'

Perhaps though, we need a gentle reminder; for some that is found in the celebration of the birth of Jesus, for others in the festival of lights, for others in choosing a noble fir and adorning it with baubles and other shiny things, even still, for others it is about the giving and receiving of gifts, or Chinese food or working a lousy shift at the movie theater...no matter which, the holidays are...in some way...sacred.

"I should have liked, I do confess, to have had the lightest license of a child and yet been [adult] enough to know its value..."

300000

It seems appropriate that the good 'ole 'precious' hit the 300,000 mile mark on I5...of course it did make taking a photo rather risky business...

This vehicle was purchased by my Dad new in 1992, graciously gifted to Joe and I (at 186,000) in 2003, and has traveled across country at least 3 times (once with us). Original engine, 3rd battery, umpteenth distributor (ditto spark plugs) and 2nd muffler (you don't know joy until you've run back from the car to claim your muffler from the middle of the road).

...if it can just get us through grad school (apparently I said that the last time I was in grad school too).

The face of climate change

One of the biggest concerns of the agroecology promoters I met with during my short research trip this summer was the problem of climate change. The promoters work with farmers and they talk about climate change and the movement is trying to figure out how to work on this because there could be climate change related events (such as drought or at the other end of the spectrum, hurricanes) that could wipe out their crops and the seeds that they have been cultivating.One of the most immediate concerns was pests. They have seen warmer weather each year and with it more pests in the fields and in their storage facilities.

In my conversations with the lead agroecology promoter in Oventik, I learned that they are trying to establish a seed bank to protect against this; simultaneously they are working towards the “vital improvement of corn” through looking at varieties from other climates and doing experiments between climates (that is, testing highland varieties in lowland areas etc), which show that adaptation is very slow.

While they look inwards to craft local responses to climate change, a delegation is attending the COP 16 in Cancun to make demands on the global players.

On removing words from the undergraduate student vocabulary.

As a result of my fellowship with the Food Justice conference I'm not teaching this term. So, my interaction with undergrads is limited to passing moments. Also, due to my fellowship, I find that I am outside my office rather frequently these days walking to and from the law school. So, I have the opportunity to overhear many conversations (the proximity of the dorms to the law school makes this extremely amusing). I have been exposed to a whole host of exchanges, the majority of which sound something akin to this (which I overheard yesterday):

freshman #1: "hey, did you like do that paper yet?"

freshman #2: "yeah, I like worked on it, for like a little bit, like last night"

freshman #1: "I totally don't know like what I'm going to write"

freshman#2: "yeah, I like had a hard time with the first part, you know, like doing what the teacher said." "I like wrote, um...well, like, you know about the stuff from class." "wow, I like totally don't remember what I said." "and I had a hard time with my notes, because you know, like, how the teacher talks." "but then, I like, talked about that stuff from the book we read, you know like who the characters are and like, what they're doing and like what their saying"

freshman#1: "yeah, that's like a great idea, I hope I can say something like that too in my paper."

...and so on.

Which raises a number of questions for me. This conversation smacks of a lazy mind, I know because I am guilty of it too...I say "fuck" a lot and in place of other equally reasonable (and less offensive) words. But this use of "like" in a range of grammatical positions it was never intended for really bemuses me. Is it that we're so attached to 'soundbite' communication (twitter, facebook, bad television reporting, blogs and whathaveyou) that this is how we talk? Or is it simply the comfort of friendly conversation?
If we removed that one word from the student vocabulary would they cease to be able to describe things? link verbs together? start a sentence? exclaim in commiseration?

Also, does it even matter? Probably not...

I hope I never get one of these...

I walked by an office door yesterday and saw this note pinned to it. Ouch...

Professor and student names removed for privacy...but I will note (happily) that this was not an office in my department.

USDA should put its money where its mouth is.

Marion Nestle recently highlighted on her blog the disparity between the percentage of USDA subsidies that go to certain food sectors and the propaganda of the USDA dietary guidelines. Her brief discussion comes out of a larger study completed by the Produce for Better Health Foundation. The section that I was most interested in (Disconnect between USDA Spending Priorities and Public Health Goals) analyzes the extent to which the allocation of USDA spending on the major food groups is congruent with their endorsement of the 2005 dietary guidelines for people living in the US.

The methodology for their statistics on this is interesting (check out page 10-11 of the report), as it is rather difficult (as was pointed out to me by Scott) to compare subsidies to daily food intake. But I think that it is an interesting thought experiment and I was extremely happy to see that they had broken down the information visually.

Wow, look at the blue one. The meat group dominates spending, as does the grain group (a double whammy, as it were, as the majority of subsidized grain in the US goes to meat production), the only close to reality spending versus advocacy is in dairy and fats.

The beauty of irony.

My phone rang last night--an exciting event all on its own, since I rarely pick it up, people have stopped calling...
It was exciting news on the other line, my good friends had just had the ultra sound appointment for determining their baby's sex...they are expecting a boy!

What was so fabulous about this phone call (besides the good news) was that my girlfriend pointed out that she had to call me to tell me because I wouldn't see it on facebook.
...I have thus determined that my anti-social behavior has actually caused me to be more social...

On celebrating Halloween...

I have decided that how you spend Halloween is determined by your age.
As a young child you enjoy coming up with costumes and dragging your parents (read: costumed Dad) around the neighborhood with you. You return home, dump your candy on the living room floor and start trading with your younger siblings. You always end up with the choicest candy (and the most....having slyly placed your pile in close enough proximity to allow stray candy from your siblings pile to defect to yours). This strategy is essential because your candy becomes quarantined on top of the fridge where your parents "tax it."

As a teenager you still dress up for Halloween in some capacity, maybe for a halloween dance, or for class. But you do not go trick or treating and those who do are censured by adults and chastised by their girlfriends who are at home doing homework instead of traipsing about the neighborhood dressed as the guy from the Crow.

As a college student you use halloween as an excuse to have adult candy (read: drugs, sex, alcohol) and wear the most temperature inappropriate costume as you can without freezing to death.

I think I officially qualify as an adult now. I am currently handing out candy (and watching the gamecast of the world series...so I'm handing out candy and world series scores) to the toddler group who make their rounds at dusk, their parents imploring me to bring my kids by their homes later and cheering on the Giants, thanking me for the update.

Fall, tucking in.

Having been gone for the better part of two months, I was quite afraid that I would miss out on the garden and the glories of summer in the Willamette Valley. I did miss the peak weather, but I still was able to enjoy the harvest.

Before school started, I tried to pack my summer break into the remaining few weeks...and by break I mean, enjoying the garden, doing things around the house, putting my visiting (and gracious) family to work, and drinking in the glories of Pacific Northwest food/drink/weather.

My Dad did some finishing work on the deck and this past weekend Joe and I went over the entire thing lightly with the belt sander and I applied some Tung oil to help minimize the weather damage to the cedar. We also finally constructed and installed the lattice so the tiny clematis that I've been trying to keep alive has something to hang on to.

The raspberries are still producing enough to enjoy a light snack while prowling the garden.

And, it seems that tomatoes were rather late this year, so only in the past few weeks has the weather coaxed some color out of the Brandywines... 

Joe somehow convinced our next door neighbor to take him mushroom hunting (and no, we won't tell you where) and he returned home one evening with almost 7 pounds of chanterelles. 

We took a three-day weekend to both celebrate a wedding in Seattle and to prep the garden for winter. We had some wood chips delivered (free!) and we're trying out a new garden path method (pictures forthcoming). The backyard beds are still trying to produce tomatoes and cabbages, but the others have been allocated to garlic (Silver Rose varietal) and onions (red, white and yellow). Joe also secured some winter barley seeds from a connection at the brewery so we're going to see how that goes. We're trying everything both at home and at the Oakshire Urban Farm too, so we get two bites at the apple, as it were.

The fall has been bright, crisp and dry thus far, but the forecast tells of rain for the weekend, so it's reading and homework.

 

 Otherwise, these days you'll find me sitting at my desk in my office at school trying to make something of myself in the crazy academic world.

A snoring neck warmer

As I type away at the computer...

Really?

It's move-in day for the dorms...this was not the only u-haul in sight.
I seem to remember way back when that everything I brought could fit in the trunk of my car...except my CPU tower...which is amusing considering that I posted this from my phone which fits in the palm of my hand, while walking to the law school with my netbook in a bag on my back.
Of course I did probably bring more books than was absolutely necessary.

Disseminating information

I am currently in the process of reviewing and condensing my field notes (which filled one of these cover to cover...which I hear white people like...but er...so do researchers). I also am putting together a field website that has some notes, and the bulk of my photos. I'll update with the link when it's ready. {Update: link to photodrop -password protected}

For now, I'm getting back into the swing of things at home, nesting (read: cleaning, organizing and otherwise fretting over every surface of my house), knitting/reading (you cannot, sadly, do both at the same time AND there are only 20 more non-school days left), vacationing and taking up residence as the Wayne Morse Fellow for Food Justice (sounds sexy doesn't it?).

My first task as a Wayne Morse fellow is to help with a conference that is being put on this Friday on the Ocean Impacts of Climate Change, but the main event--and why my position exists--is due to the Food Justice Conference that UO is hosting in the winter, featuring a plenary talk by Vandana Shiva (another of the activists that strongly influenced my thinking and writing at an early stage), Indian food rights activist and founder of Navdanya. The official website for the conference was just launched this week.

Come one, come all.

Almost home

And enjoying my first taste of beer with discernable hop notes...

Remembering Acteal

This week in San Cristobal there was a gathering in the main plaza to remember the victims of the massacre at Acteal which was carried out December 22, 1997. The gathering was held both to remember the victims and to censure the government and the Supreme Court for their actions and involvement in the massacre. At this time last year the Supreme Court vacated the conviction of twenty of the men who were imprisoned in connection with the massacre.

The gathering was a reminder that the government opposition to the Zapatistas, the prejudice and racism that is perpetuated against indigenous people and violent paramilitary and other counterinsurgency activity are not relics of the past, but are very much a part of the present story of the Zapatistas.

Winding down

Well, the Zapatistas have entered a period of silence and reflection (read: they're not talking). Which, in my case is not timed terribly poorly, as tomorrow is my final full day in Chiapas. That said, it throws into sharp relief the complications of doing a Zapatista focused dissertation project. This is not a sudden revelation, I realized some weeks ago that the study I had planned is impossible (notwithstanding the fact that Mut Vitz doesn't exit anymore). That said, I have pursued some alternate avenues and I think that I will still be able to do a study on food and fair trade. One of the most important things that I have picked up on since I've been here is the importance of food sovereignty and autonomy in indigenous communities.

After the meeting

Land is important.
Corn is important.
and coffee too, is important.

Coffee (among other things) provides a cash base for the purchase of things that the communities themselves cannot produce (salt, soap, medicines, for example). It is also important in curbing high rates of out-migration to procure cash. And this is just the tip of the iceberg. Beyond coffee, I have found that many autonomous communities have additional cooperatives (women's weaving, for example). The weaving that is done by women (and some by men) is sold in shops in San Cristobal and provides much needed cash. I had opportunity to meet with representatives from a weaving co-op and also with two men that make bags out of plant fiber.

Welcome to San Juan Chamula - a sign on the road to Oventik

Oh yeah, and Coca-cola is important too. When the Zapatistas started mobilizing (long before the uprising in 1994), the women argued for the restriction of alcohol in communities. As with many peoples and places, the indigenous population in Chiapas deals with alcohol abuse. The women made a strong case against it and alcohol is forbidden in autonomous communities. It however, has been replaced by Coca-cola.

In the cafetal

Although I'm here to look at the experience of fair trade coffee growers, I've spent more time in the milpa than in the cafetal (coffee plot). I did have a chance to visit the experimental shade plot in one of the communities this past week though, and the berries are just starting to show.

This plot had a number of fruit trees providing shade, so we munched on green peaches while wandering around. The leaf litter cover in the cafetal is incredible and the soil was quite rich in this particular plot. Adjacent to a milpa, the divide between the two plots is almost non-existent.

I've been popping in and out of the communities, there's a big party tonight in honor of Zapata (this is the anniversary of his assassination)...no invite for me, so I'm back in town for the night and I'm heading out to another community for the next few days that has a bee/honey operation and while I'm there I will be trying to track down the coffee co-op leaders/promoters.

"we gave up our faces to be seen"

So I've just returned from traveling around two of the Zapatista zones that are around San Cristobal. The coffee cooperative that brought me here was made up of farmers in the Caracol of Oventik (about an hour outside San Cristobal).

“You are in Zapatista rebel territory, here, the people command and the government obeys.”

...that's right...it was made up of farmers from the area, the farmers still exist, but the cooperative does not. In the past 10 days I have heard differing accounts as to why, but it seems that, at least, people agree that the federal government shut them down for not paying taxes. Academics in the area have also added that there was some internal strife related to information sharing. I must say, it seems rather my lot to set out to study businesses that (suddenly) no longer exist.

So, like many before me I went through the process of being cleared by the junta at Oventik to enter the zone, have an audience with the junta and to make appointments to speak with their agro-ecology promoters.

Zapata's watching you.

There are many pictures of my time in Oventik, I spent 4 days and 3 nights within the government center (the center for good government) and also traveled and stayed a few nights in two additional communities one within a municipality within the caracol of Oventik and one within the caracol of Morelia. Without going into too much detail, I will explain that the structure of the good government is multi-scalar and to complicate an already difficult (for me) to understand system, there are multiple names for things. For example, I went to visit the municipality of Magdalena, which is also called Aldama. The name Aldama is the name used by non-affiliated people living there, while Magdalena is used by those aligned with the movement.

Corn People

I took many photos, but as things go, there are far fewer than I would liked to have taken. It is inappropriate and potentially dangerous to take a photo that has people (without masks), homes or other identifying features in it. All Zapatistas have given up their names and faces to be named and seen. That said, there is not one surface that is not in some way telling the story of their struggle. So, like many of the curious parties who show up at the gates of Oventik, hand over their passports and eventually gain entry to marvel at the wonder of autonomous government...I took pictures of the murals. I also finally got the guts to take the photo-op with the junta, if you've ever looked up Oventik you'll see something similar...

Caracol health clinic

The office of the Junta - I spent a lot of time on that bench...

Magdalena Municipal Office

The Auditorium

Las Mujeres

Greens garden at the secondary school

Kittens in Resistance (the tiniest ones I've ever seen)

The monster of capitalism

This is where I stayed

After the second meeting with the Junta I asked for a photo

I like the story that goes with these photos...in the caracol of Morelia there is a municipality that is on a former hacienda. The rancher who used to hold this land had exploited the indigenous population for the duration of his residence. On the day of the uprising, the ejido workers knocked on the door of his ranch house and told him to leave and never come back.

Ejido San Gregorio

The road they were forced to build out of rock, by hand is overgrown with grass, the airfield that they had leveled the ground to accommodate the ranchers plane is now a thriving community-worked cornfield (the dismantled airplane is a chicken coop), the ranch house, over the years has fallen into disrepair, an unsightly memory of their subjugation...but it is now under repair to house the growing secondary school population.

It is an amazing community and a gorgeous study site.

Plane turned chicken coop

The staple of autonomy

Beans climbing the corn (in the milpa)

Beans hanging out to dry

The abandoned church

The revitalized ranch house

corn plots in the valley

the water supply

They can cut our branches and trunks but they cannot pull out our roots (I think)

thorny branches (previously used for limiting the movement of cows)

abandoned tractor

looking up from the floor of the milpa

Me in the milpa

For the moment I'm back in the city trying to get my bearings, there is another coffee cooperative that is Zapatista aligned that I learned about while I was in Morelia. I've had an additional meeting with the junta and with the promoters of agroecology in Oventik to get their thoughts on fair trade, coffee growing and food consumption. It's a lot to take in and It's no surprise to find that I have more information than I know what to do with and a lot of things to think through.

I've had a couple meetings in town since I've been back, which have been extraordinarily productive and I'm heading back out for another round of meetings in Oventik over the weekend.

Research is a fucking roller-coaster, but for now I've still got my hands in the air.