Monthly Archives: September 2011

Junk food is for rich people

This array of beautiful string beans purchased at my local, organic farm yesterday (hey Sport Hill Farm!) cost less than a 1 oz. package of potato chips at Whole Foods Market in the next town over.

I could not possibly eat this whole bunch of string beans at one sitting while the chips would be snarfed down in the car on the way home. A few of the string beans did get munched before I arrived home but even so they will be good for snacking throughout a day or two. They fill me up, satisfy me and make me feel healthy and good about myself.

By contrast, the potato chips leave me feeling guilty, bloated and bad about my choice.

Those emotions, in turn, carry through to the rest of my day via my attitude.

Each little bit we do to chip away (haha pun intended) at our self-esteem matters. It costs us plenty. So, we’d better have a bankload of not only money but time to regain our sense of self-worth if we’re gonna make junk food a habit.

We had better be prepared to compensate somehow for the bad choices or sink under the weight (haha another pun) of our own unhealthiness.

We have all heard the statistics about obseity-related disease and how much it costs us. But then people keep saying, yeah, but in the moment who can afford to eat healthy when junk food is so much cheaper.

Hmmm …. once again – a 1 oz. bag of chips vs. a day’s worth of snacking on string beans. You decide.

What will it take for local, small farms and related businesses to remain sustainable?

We have seen the tide begin to go back out on the local food fad/frenzy. High prices and over-saturation of buzzwords and marketing campaigns have caused the good times to roll to a much slower pace.

And isn’t it sad that something so vital to our health was subjected to this treatment?

I know this is not the case everywhere. But I have seen it happen in my neck of the woods. Where businesses charged pretty inflated prices for a quick buck based on serving “local” food. And where farms began to plant much higher quantities of food – eschewing quality to bring in as much money as possible.

Basically, this meant they were becoming what they once were the antidote for way back when.

Interestingly, this all took very little time to happen.

Farmers markets have popped up all over and many times it is unclear if the farmers at the markets even grow the food they sell. And this, too, is verging on over-saturation.

Unfortunately, in the process, some of the original supporters of small farms have been pushed aside and that was the core group of loyalty any industry needs for sustainability. Because, we all know that what is fashionable is also ephemeral.

So, first and foremost, that core group needs to be wooed back.

And how is this done? By making it affordable, nutritious and tasty to eat local and healthy again.

A lot of small farms jacked up prices and began looking more to quantity than quality. They planted more and stopped doing what drew people to them in the first place. They stopped going for the smaller is better motto.

It became fashionable to be a small farm – or use food from a small farm – even if the farm’s practices were not what drew people there in the first place.

We all need to expect food to be flavorful, fresh and full of nutrients. And, dare I say it, produced in manageable quantities.

Which brings me to number two -

We, as consumers, need to put our focus back on our food, and ignore the labels and marketing.

It’s not enough that it comes from a small farm or the organic section of a grocery store. We need to expect it to taste good and nutritious. And we need to make this a priority.

What I think some misled farmers and businesses failed to recognize is that after a bit of time if their food doesn’t taste all that much better than a supermarket anymore people will go back to aisles full of convenience. Especially if the prices are jacked up due to the “local” label.

We as consumers have learned a thing or two. I don’t think we’re as willing to turn our taste buds over to Madison Avenue and marketers. None of this should be big-time business. It is so ironic that something which was a response to big-time agriculture got swallowed up by big-time marketers.

We are all burned out by being told to jump on bandwagons.

I guess Madison Avenue marketers did not realize they were trying to sell to people who are savvy to their motivations and worn out by their hot air.

I believe the issue of safer and healthier food is best addressed by individuals, families and small communities.

Nothing should be decided by committees of people trying to capitalize on our fear of the food we’re eating.

In fact, just going back to learning to make food a bigger part of our lives is going to help a lot. Learning once again to nurture one another with our choices of food.

Nobody else needs to outline a food model for us. We need to create what works best for us as individuals and small communities. An important part of any local food system is our interaction and ability to make it our own.

Which brings me to ….

We need to make all of this a lifestyle issue.

Really, it is not just about food. It is about the choices we make each and every day in how we prioritize our lives.

As the title of this blog suggests, I am all for a return to a simpler way of living. When things get too complicated in one area of our lives there is going to be a carry-over to other areas. There is going to be a mindset that gets ingrained.

When we take the time for the people we care about – and focus our minds on sharing, compassion and kindness – we fuel the fires of nurturing one another, and ourselves.

And this will extend to all areas of our lives.

There have been times when I have wondered if many of the people who jumped on the local, organic food bandwagon really even cared if it lasted. This would be, of course, counter-intuitive to the message they were supposedly behind.

But how can you support something honestly if you’re not working to make it sustainable? Support does equate to sustainability.

Like so much else in life I think we as individuals have the power here. Collectively, we just need to remember to think for ourselves before someone else uses our words for their own advantage. And then nobody really wins. Well, we don’t in any case.

Which leads me to my final point on how to adapt what has happened to the local food movement to a more sustainable and healthy model –

Let’s remember to think for ourselves. :)

Never put it in writing … or on the Internet

There was a time when it was considered wise to never put something in writing unless you were absolutely sure. Because then it was out there.

That was long ago. In a time before people checked their common sense logging in online.

Kiko Teed's puppies felt no need to activate their privacy settings when I took this photo.

People seem to have forgotten that the Internet, text and instant messaging, cell phones and email are not private. There seems to be a pervasive foolishness about this situation that confounds me.

Facebook recently came out with changes to their setup. Among the new features are fresh ways to decide who gets to see which things you post.

Geeeez Louise. When you post something on Facebook – or anywhere else on the Internet – you just don’t know where it will end up. The Internet is perhaps the least private place out there.

If you want privacy, try logging out of your Facebook account, deactivating text messages, turning off the cell phone and instead talk face-to-face with your friends and family. Maybe even go for a walk together or sit by a stream.

Radical, huh.

It actually works though. And it will save you all sorts of time fiddling with your privacy settings and worrying about who has access to what.

I think the issue with Facebook has more to do with the fact that people ‘friend’ other people on the social networking site when they don’t know them. Or maybe they are work associates and there is a sense of obligation. A lot of times I think people don’t even like some of their Facebook friends.

And then you’re stuck with not wanting to have fun on your account because of who might see it.

Well, the long and the short of it is it doesn’t matter how you set your ‘privacy’ online since there is no such thing as privacy online. Anyone can copy and paste anything. And you just don’t know when a glitch will occur that negates your carefully chosen settings or when a hacker will show up.

So, maybe the issue should be more about setting your own privacy settings – otherwise known as ‘boundaries.’

If you want to control who sees something, don’t post it on the Internet. And if you don’t feel someone is a friend, don’t ‘friend’ them on Facebook.

And, if you’re gonna get drunk, do it in private away from cell phone cameras and instant uploading. Please. For all of our sakes.

Phew! Problem solved.

Finding pride – and joy – in doing it ourselves

A rainbow in Fairfield, CT yesterday. My little camera did not do it justice... When we disconnect from our daily to-do list we miss these things because we're not paying attention.

The other day I was roaming around my house thinking, hmm, I need to vacuum. And then I realized I was running low on food. There was a time when I would have felt resentment at having to take care of either need for myself. Like it was arduous or annoying to have to take the time out of my busy schedule to do these things.

But that was back when I had television to addict me and antacids to settle my burbly stomach and had forgotten about the pleasures of nurturing.

I think it is all a part of the same puzzle of disconnect pervasive in our society these days. Things like the Internet and television make us numb and just not wanting to bother.

And I think it is going to get worse unless we start waking up a little.

When I was a kid we would learn by doing. And by example. And by scouring books and discussing things with our friends and families. We had get-togethers where we cooked and sat around the dinner table sharing the stories of our lives.

Things have changed but there are still some of us out here who still like those things.

I was really happy recently meeting up with Liz Skalka, who is editor of The Easton Courier newspaper. I discovered that she – a woman in her mid-20s – does not use text messages!

I was amazed.

Her and I sat at a coffee shop and talked about all sorts of things. You can’t get that kind of bonding experience through text messages or emails or waiting in line at McDonald’s.

I have to wonder why people still eat at fast food restaurants. I ask myself how anyone could really be that dense.

Oh well.

A lot of people in my corner of the world find it an imposition to do the cooking, cleaning, repairs and maintenance to ensure that their lives run (relatively) smoothly. So, they hire others to take care of all the “mundane” chores of their daily lives. And, perhaps, rob their souls of the joy inherent with nurturing themselves and their families and friends.

I have written a lot about nurturing and simplifying and wonder if I am making any difference. It seems a lot of the time like I am preaching to the choir. What I have noticed is that as I become clearer about what is fulfilling to me – and not worrying about other people’s ideas on this topic (i.e. not feeling bad about having my own standards) – I am drawing to me others who feel the same.

And, in this way, I am finding more fulfillment in the relationships I have because this element of myself is being validated by the people I share personal relationships with and, shall I say it, nurtured.

It is perhaps like an individualized rebirth. These things I have known all along are growing and flourishing. And, truth be told, I feel that these same beliefs are inherent in us all. I think we all like picking out the things that nurture. Selecting what is healthiest.

And maybe this is the basis of love?

Hmm, is that too sweeping and grandiose? Love is probably among the most complex – and simple – things we can acquire and give. Nothing has bigger potential to change our lives and open us up. All for the better.

If we act with love when we shop for and prepare food, clean our homes, do the laundry and help one another out – aren’t we enriching our lives? Isn’t that better than coming home at night and laying on the couch being told which prescription medication is going to make our lives better?

I say, let’s do it ourselves!

Facebook has become too complicated for me

This morning I logged onto Facebook, as I typically do, to check on what my friends are up to and see if there was any activity on the pages I set up for my blog – and what I found was a bunch of people trying to figure out how best to use the new version of the social networking landmark.

They lost me. It is just too complicated trying to follow the ins and outs of privacy and whose feed you’re on and how to, well, how to communicate.

Albert Einstein said: “I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.” I think a similar paradigm is evolving when it comes to communicating with your friends and business associates. I’m not sure what the next advance will be in online social networking but eventually we will all be back to meeting and greeting in-person.

What do you think?

The world is all upside-down!

It kinda makes my head spin when I think about the linguistics that came about because of the end-result of all the innovations of the last decade or two. The semantic imposition stuck in my craw today is wondering how it happened to be that nowadays “alternative” is meant to mean “unproven” but is used for things that are “tried and proven for many years”?

How can things like herbal remedies, homeopathy, vitamins and other natural products be considered unproven when many of them have been around – and effective – for hundreds of years or more?

Let’s take a look at homeopathy for a minute.

The natural healing art was discovered by Samuel Hahnemann in 1790. It was introduced in the United States in the 1820s. Long before the invention of Doritos and Prozac.

When homeopathy came to the United States people were thrilled to have an option other than the bloodletting and leeches of conventional medicine.

It became enormously popular as a safe, effective and cost-effective way to heal.

In the mid-1800s, the AMA was formed to combat homeopathy since it threatened the income of conventional doctors.

Homeopathy has recently experienced a resurgence in the “alternative” communities across the country while its popularity in areas of Europe and other continents has remained strong through the years.

Another one -

“Organic” is a word that once never needed to be applied to the growing of food since way back when chemicals were not put on food. It was all grown “organically” and was just called “food.”

Maybe it would be easier if they called chemically-altered food “alternative”?

That makes more sense.

And then we can call natural healing remedies “organic” since they come from a way of healing that is logical.

I don’t know, some days it just doesn’t seem to make sense to think too much.

We’re all too busy

We’re all too busy and seemingly competing to decide who is the busiest bee in this great hive of life. Is it possible to find a balance? Are people even striving for balance or is being overwhelmed the new status symbol?

Gone fishin'.

There is a lot that I would like to accomplish. And I seem to make endless lists and I feel great pride when I actually finish one.

Of course, if I had achieved all my goals what good would it be to get up in the morning?

Life is about change and I wonder if we find ways to externalize those changes when maybe we should be looking within for the shifts. And once those happen then there will be some external manifestations naturally.

I feel sometimes like my head is all over the place and going round in circles.

Right now, I am thinking about: redesigns for my Web sites; designs for sites for other people; upcoming stories I’m working on for Edible Nutmeg magazine; the two non-fiction book proposals I wanna put together; what time will the repair guy get here; I need to send that FedEx; clean the house;  wash my car; service my car; get some groceries; there’s a storm coming; when do I get to see my friends and family; leaves are changing; exercise; sleep.

That was in no particular order. The items all swirl around and around.

But then people use their busy lives as an excuse to not have time for one another. And that just seems so sad.

I think that anyone who contends that they have a handle on things is not being particularly forthright. Maybe we’re not supposed to have a handle on things. Maybe we’re supposed to just accept mayhem because that is the natural order to life and just not worry so much.

When Tropical Storm Irene came through a couple of weeks ago our worlds were thrown into disarray. But ya k now what? Kids were playing outside again. They did not have their electronics so they had to entertain themselves. Grown-ups had to deal with seemingly more, but perhaps, in actuality there was less.

I am all for there being electricity again – and very happy about that – but it seemed like there was less of the busy noise during that time. There were less distractions from the meaning in the day-to-day.

Ah well, time for me to get back to work on the Websites. And make some calls. And the repair guy should show up soon. Note to self: don’t get distracted by youtube videos or Facebook.

Should I just go fishing?

Turn, turn, turn

As the morning light shifts to a different area of my house and the leaves begin to turn and fall, I am finding myself feeling a slight grasping to hold on. “Stay a little while longer, summer,” I wanna say. And yet at the same time….

I am also enjoying the early autumn night air – a lot. It is fresh and moist and infused with a bit more sparkle than summer night air.

Both are good. But it’s nice to have the change of sensations. The change of seasons.

So, here it is, mid-September and it really is like a piece of me just kinda wisps away with the departure of summer. But I also love autumn (the next season after autumn is presently on ignore.)

Today is a warm and muggy day but then after tomorrow it is supposed to turn downright autumnal. They are predicting temps to drop to highs in the upper 60s/low 70s and nights in the 40s and 50s.

I wanna put both an excited exclamation point and a frowny face after that last sentence.

Something about one season exiting and another coming in reminds me of childhood. I think back then we were acutely aware of seasons and activities revolved around what each one had to offer.

Nowadays, there is much more sameness, don’tcha think?

I think connecting to the different seasons makes us feel alive. Instead of just going through the days we should revel in them.

Lately, I have been talking a lot about how people just don’t pay attention. We have become the swiping society. We swipe our credit and debit cards for everything we buy. And we kinda focus our attention that same way.

We take little swipes at life sometimes.

And yet when I write about reveling in the days I feel like I am being less than serious, less than a grown-up.

But, truth be told, I do like to breathe in deeply and notice the differences in the night air. And I feel connected when I notice the way the light falls differently depending on the time of year.

If it were all the same what point would there be in opening our shades in the morning and noticing that the sun has risen on another day.

Even in areas which don’t get seasonal differences as adamantly as we do here in the Northeast of the US, there are differences to notice.

The only constant in life is change. And, to a great degree, life is about change. It hurts to try and keep things the same because it goes against nature.

So, as I am in the midst of what portends to be one of the last warm and muggy days of 2011, I will enjoy it but also marvel at how the trees know it is time for their leaves to change colors and fall.

Truth be told, I don’t particularly care for warm and muggy days. I just get these twinges of change-phobia.

The heart of communities

In the days following the attacks of September 11, 2001, New York City Mayor Rudy Giuliani entered what many believed to be his finest hour. It seemed the man never slept as he rallied his city’s resources and spirit in the face of unspeakable horror.

On the day following the wrenching disruption of Tropical Storm Irene, Easton, Connecticut’s first selectman, Tom Herrmann, boarded an airplane for Switzerland.

How can we compare the two? Easy. The first example speaks of great love for ones home and community and a responsibility to the people who elected him and the other shows a lack of the aforementioned.

We hear politicians speak of their records and they seem to spend a lot of time pouring energy into numbers and statistics. But what about heart and soul? What is more critical for the making of a strong community?

In this fall’s local elections, Mr. Herrmann is running uncontested for another term as first selectman and I have to wonder how things might have been different after the storm if he had an opponent.

Someone I know in town questioned why anyone cares if Mr. Herrmann was here or not. That makes no sense to me. How can a leader of a community not WANT to be there when the town he runs is thrown into disarray?

I personally was lucky enough to have a place to go which had electricity and running water while my home did not. But what of the citizens who were unable to do the same?

Average citizens were helping one another. Neighbors were checking on neighbors. Friends with electricity were inviting powerless friends into their homes to shower and cook and charge their cellphones.

But, while much of the town was without electricity, water, Internet, phones and refrigeration, while the streets were strewn with power lines and trees and life as we knew it was on suspension, our leader was on another continent?

With so much in upheaval the situation could have gotten a lot worse – and quickly. Many people felt vulnerable and at a loss for what to do in those days following the storm.

I have always gotten along with Mr. Herrmann and must say I am disappointed.

Good leadership is a cornerstone of a strong community. I love Easton and want it to thrive. I want all its residents to feel valued and important as members of the community.

It just goes to show though – yet again – that, collectively, we as individuals have way more power than any politician. The greatest gift this last week’s events brought for me was growing closer to those who care. Being able to see how big the hearts are of some of my friends and feeling good about that.

And, as a born and bred New Yorker, as we approach the tenth anniversary of the events of September 11, 2001, I will be remembering those same strengths exemplified in New York City. And be grateful we had such a great leader during such a trying time.

Have we brought this upon ourselves?

Is all this extreme weather our own doing?

Yesterday, a number of people said what I have been thinking for a while – Mother Nature is pissed off at us.

Here we are, doing what suits us in the moment – gas-guzzling cars, pesticides for green lawns, factory farms, GMOs, prescription meds up the wah-zoo… – and the earth seems to be spinning out of control.

Maybe it’s just a fluke. Tsunamis, hurricanes, fires, floods, blizzards, ice storms. Or maybe we are being given a strong message.

As the guy at the Indian restaurant on Black Rock said last night, “we have been saying we’re in charge, but now God is saying, no, I’m in charge.”

Whatever your spiritual bent, you have to admit there is something mystical – and maybe mythical – about all of this.

And the thing is, even if some of us are nice to nature and the rest of the Universe, we are all in this together and are only as strong as the weakest link.

People wait for the government to do something about the environment, food system, economy, etc. etc. but forget that collectively we as individuals have way more power and influence.

But, while none of us is really in charge, we should each charge ourselves with making choices that are the change we want to see.

Maybe?

Mahatma Gandhi might have been on to something there. Ya think?

Where do we go from here?

Some people are just gonna keep doing what suits them in the moment and not look at the big picture. These same people might see the recent weather surges as something that disrupts their life “for no good reason” and irritates them. But we can’t help what other people think.

We can only control what we think and do.

And maybe we should try to do just that. When we respect nature, we respect ourselves.

It can’t hurt.

We are a part of nature and nature is a part of us.

Thanks for listening and have a great day! Make conscious – and conscientious – choices.