Archive for February 2009
Here is another nugget from one of my current favorite Dad-blogs – Fathers who Feel:
We’re all addicts for happiness, and for formulas to attain more of it. Sometimes being a parent looks like a big board game designed to demonstrate what a silly quest that is. The point here isn’t that there isn’t a lot of crazy joy on the journey. It’s just that nailing it down and making it repeatable is beyond elusive. Not that my little brain actually registers that and gives up trying.
Do be sure to wander over to his blog and check out the rest of this post, and some of his other writing…
“People live in a community by virtue of the things they have in common; and communication is the way in which they come to possess things in common.”
John Dewey, Democracy and Education
I just stumbled upon a great post over at Grist.org reflecting on Martin Luther King Jr. in terms of our food culture and food system. In many ways the post reminded me of some of the work I had done a few years ago, exploring the overlaps between Dr. King and conservation and community service for the Student Conservation Association (see those here and here). I agree with Tom Philpot, the author of the post, that a community garden is a great place to celebrate MLK day.
Here is an excerpt from the post:
“[There is an] emerging backlash against industrial food — a movement toward farmers markets, natural-foods supermarkets like Whole Foods, and other sources of fresh, unprocessed fare. But here, too, African Americans were largely marginalized. In cities across the country, “food deserts” persist: areas where almost no fresh food (much less local or organic fare) is available, forcing residents to either travel great distances to supermarkets or rely on overpriced processed fare from corner stores. Read the rest of this entry »
Is anyone else really sick of hearing about Obama’s first 100 days? Cable and network news pundits repeat the phrase like a mantra, meant to justify their incessant jabber. News websites and politics blogs have big banners across their site pointing people to their “First 100 Days” section. Conversations around the water cooler count out the days, and discuss what has been accomplished, or not.
As best as I can tell the whole 100 days phenomenon is little more than a constructed timeline, designed and implemented in large part by the media to keep people coming back for more. After record ratings, web hits, and sales during the news-heavy election season, the media needs something to lure people back. In this way, the rhetoric of the first 100 days has simply and slickly replaced the rhetoric of horserace politics that was featured there before.
Instead of routing you to their “Election Center,” websites point you to their “100 Days Page.” Instead of counting down to November 4th, they are counting down to April 30th. But wait, do weekends count? If not then then we are counting down until June 2nd. But wait, are we counting holidays?
And that’s the thing – 100 days is absolutely arbitrary. Read the rest of this entry »
“People do awful things to each other. But it’s worse in places where everybody is kept in the dark. Information is light. Information, in itself, about anything, is light.”
~Veteran photographer, George Guthrie, a character in the Tom Stoppard play Night and Day (thanks to James Warren’s recent article in the Atlantic for pointing me to this quote.)
Part one, in a two part series exploring the intersection of rhetoric and pragmatism in the politics of Barack Obama. Part two is here.
A lot of people watched the Obama inauguration speech waiting for what I found myself calling “the Kennedy moment.” They listened intently for that one line, that marvelous sound bite, that piece of undeniable wisdom, that defining sentence that helps us define ourselves just a little bit better in this troubled time. Obama’s best speeches have done this to great effect.
In the weeks since the inauguration there has not been much agreement on which, if any, one phrase settled in the minds of the nation as the sum of the entire speech. It’s likely that those who did find what they were looking for in his speech, found it in different places, identifying with various pieces of what was a complex and wide-ranging address.
For me, the line that stood out in Obama’s speech was not aspirational or inspirational. It was not a call to serve or a call to act. At best, it was a clarification – but an important one. One our nation has needed to hear and one that, for me, indicated volumes about how Obama will approach his work as president. Read the rest of this entry »
A while back I did a few posts on guerrilla gardening and guerrilla harvesting that included terms like “seed bomb” (a ball of dirt with seeds in it that one lobs into empty lots in urban areas). At the time, while reviewing links and articles about these topic I stumbled on two odd projects that combine guns and seeds in unexpected ways.
The first was a project called “Plant the Piece” in which the artist created “Seed Guns” made out of “red clay, dry organic compost, and a mixture of annual-perennial species of wildflowers native and naturalized to any area, they can grow when left directly on the surface of the ground.” From the description of the project:
In 2004, the Richmond, Virginia homicide total reached 101. That same year, the traveling art installation, Plant The Piece, memorialized each murder victim by creating a “Gun”. As venues became available, ten original installations containing “Guns” were erected and the public was able to view an unfortunate statistic in an extraordinary light. The exhibit was inspired by the techniques and philosophies of Japanese radical gardener Masanobu Fukuoka. Fukuoka said, “The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.” Each installation was a unique reflection of it’s host venue and audience. The traveling exhibit was enormously successful as it tackled a most sensitive matter that had no apparent solution. Read the rest of this entry »
About five months ago, when the first of the big national banks began to buckle under their own weight, fanning the flames of the already smoldering economic crisis, a new idiom was born: “Too big to fail.”
Phrases like this are pure marketing genius. Meant to hint at fault (“oops, we probably should have been watching those banks a little more carefully”) and, at the same time, to reassure (“but don’t worry, we’ll fix it”) – what they do best is focus attention on one kind of problem while concealing another. Hidden behind the platitude of companies being “too big to fail” is the fact that our country – indeed, our democracy – is threatened by companies that are too big not to fail.
Over the past year, the newspapers, radio stations and TV channels that have been reporting on the economic crisis have been experiencing that crisis firsthand. In between the headlines of bank bailouts and auto company loans, the news of a news industry in crisis has been pushed below the fold. But while the crisis in our nation’s newsrooms has not topped lawmakers’ economic policy agendas it has been no less destructive to the national interest. Read the rest of this entry »
A friend recently mentioned that one of her friends was starting a fathering blog called Fathers Who Feel. The name itself caught my attention. I have noticed that most of the father blogs out there are written by men who seem interested in exploring the complexities (social, cultural, emotional) of fatherhood. However, few wear their intentions on their sleeve quite so boldly as this blogger. It’s a good blog, and he (the author calls himself simply “One Dad”) does a nice job combining the simple accounting of a life as a dad with the reflective thoughts of a dad who “feels.” This bit from recent post caught my attention:
Parenting seems to defy any attempt at labeling it. Any attempt to reduce it to a word. A few come to mind: Love. Extreme suffering. Ecstasy. Punishment. But it’s simply a matter of spirit. Ours rubbing up against theirs, sometimes until they’re rubbed raw. Which is pretty messy, let’s face it.
So many of my non-parent friends have asked “So what’s it like?” and after not having very satisfactory answers for them the conversations tend to devolve quickly into cultural stereotypes and cliches “So you’re not sleeping much?” “I bet you never leave the house.” “You must miss your old life.” These questions are the shorthand out culture has created to define parenthood, and frankly they make me grit my teeth. The truth is much better summed up by the daddy-blogger from Fathers Who Feel – “it’s simply a matter of spirit” – utterly powerful, yet profoundly undefinable. Read the rest of this entry »
A few months back, I got a bit “meta” here on Groundswell and began reflecting on the project I had undertaken in this blog, all in preparation for a refocus in content and a realignment of design.
Please forgive and humor me while I undergo that process once again.
I initially imagined this space as an outlet for all the writing and thinking I wanted to do related to land, language, community, service, and sustainability. But then I stumbled into a great job, with a great group, working to reform the media, empower people’s voices, and protect the role of communication(s) in our democracy. A shift occurred, and into the matrix of issues already swirling through my mind, I added the political economy of media. It’s been fun and productive to watch these issues collide here on this blog.
This fall another important shift occurred. My son was born and in the lead up to that event and in the months since, everything I care about has been re-framed through the lens of parenthood. I can’t help but write about these issues with him in mind. At the same time, my time for writing about these issues has diminished dramatically. It has been easier to update my Facebook status or my Twitter account, than to develop the kind of extended essays I have traditionally posted here. And thus, I have not been posting much.
Recently I have been toying with the notion of killing off this blog and replacing it with more of a micro-blogging forum like Tumblr. In the end, the deciding factor was that I couldn’t move my past writing from WordPress to Tumblr, and I did not want my writing scattered all over the web. And so I took a fresh look at WordPress (who has just made big strides in their admin/backend usability) and am today relaunching Groundswell as something somewhat new.
You can expect to see the same kind of long-form, contemplative essays that I have written in the past here (perhaps less of them), but in addition to that you will also notice interesting web-clippings, quotes, photos, brief reflections and a variety of other detrius from my mind and my life. In the world of new social media some call this a lifestream or mindcast (think broadcast, webcast, podcast, etc…). I am hoping this new form will allow me to update more often, bring more and different threads together, and capture the pieces of my work and life even as they shift and change around me.