Friday, May 30, 2014

Slow Science

When the Slow Movement started in 1989 with the creation of the Slow Food organization — to combat the loss of traditional foods — its objectives were to promote quality over speed, to defend cultural diversity and to challenge the ever-increasing pace of our lives. Since then, the concept has spread and expanded to such fields as traveling, designing ... and science.

Worldcrunch.com / LE TEMPS

Slow science supporters criticize the pressure to publish as many studies as possible in scientific journals. Instead, they demand more time to carry out their research and publish their work says a 2010 one-page document entitled "The Slow Science Manifesto," published online by a group of anonymous Berlin-based researchers.
"We do need time to think," it reads. "We do need time to digest. We cannot continuously tell you what our science means, what it will be good for, because we simply don't know yet. Science needs time. Bear with us, while we think."
Isabelle Stengers, philosopher at the Free University of Brussels and co-author of the book Another Science is Possible! Manifesto for a Slowing Down of Sciences, explained at a recent lecture that the manifesto ideas are relatively simple. "But they offer the advantage of creating a consensus in which scientists who find their working conditions painful recognize themselves," she said. 
"The slowness demanded by supporters of slow science is also necessary to what I call 'friction' — that is to say, exchanges with other fields and, more generally, with society," Isabelle Stengers says. She says that researchers are increasingly cut off from the rest of the world, and they have become so ultra-specialized that there is now a lack of imagination.
"The golden age during which scientists could think at leisure, without worrying about anything other than their work has in fact never existed, because they always had to look for funding," sas Alain Kaufman, who leads the Science-Society Interface at the University of Lausanne. "So there's no point in being nostalgic. We must nonetheless denounce the speed pathologies and especially the tyranny of the impact factor."


Monday, September 23, 2013

Song of the Rolling Earth - Science Forum

Gustav Stresemann Institut (GSI)


Sitting in a friends kitchen and preparing for the Science Forum in Bonn at the Gustav Stresemann Institut “Nutrition and health outcomes: targets for agricultural research” Science Forum (CGIAR). 23.09. – 25.09.2013. 

I came across these words in Leaves of Grass. It inspires a kind of divine, deeply contented laziness and contentedness. Content to sit here and drink tea and feel confident that the benefit to the world will be greater than that of my effort to head out into the chilly streets and off to the conference...

Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass, BOOK XVI, A Song of the Rolling Earth, Part 3

Whoever you are! motion and reflection are especially for you,
The divine ship sails the divine sea for you.

Whoever you are! you are he or she for whom the earth is solid and liquid,
You are he or she for whom the sun and moon hang in the sky,
For none more than you are the present and the past,
For none more than you is immortality.

Each man to himself and each woman to herself, is the word of the
past and present, and the true word of immortality;
No one can acquire for another—not one,
Not one can grow for another—not one.

The song is to the singer, and comes back most to him,
The teaching is to the teacher, and comes back most to him,
The murder is to the murderer, and comes back most to him,
The theft is to the thief, and comes back most to him,
The love is to the lover, and comes back most to him,
The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him—it cannot fail,
The oration is to the orator, the acting is to the actor and actress
not to the audience,
And no man understands any greatness or goodness but his own, or
the indication of his own.

Read more about the what is happening at GSI and related work (Lee et al. 2011; Witney 2008; 2011ab; 2012; Whitney et al. 2012).

Further reading

Lee, Jeung Hyoung, Hyun Sun DiMatteo Jo, Susanne Padel, Robert Anderson, Marco Schlüter, Francis Blake, Katsushige Murayama, et al. “Government Policies for the Promotion of Organic Agriculture with a Focus on the Asian Pacific Region.” In Special Workshop; Government Policies for the Promotion of Organic Agriculture with a Focus on the Asian Pacific Region, 17th IFOAM OWC, South Korea, edited by Cory Whitney, 97. Seoul, South Korea: Ministry of Food Agriculture, Forestry & Fisheries, Republic of Korea, 2011.

Whitney, Cory. “A Survey of Wild Collection and Cultivation of Indigenous Species in Iceland and the Faroe Islands.” MSc, University of Kassel, 2011. Kobra (University of Kassel’s Repository und Archive).

———. “Conservation Ethnobotany in the North Atlantic.” Non-Wood News; NWFP Digest, 2011. Food and Agriculture Organization.

———. “Nordic Ethnobotany and Conservation.” NWFP News: Non-Wood Forest Products, 2012. Food and Agriculture Organization.

———. “Small Is Beautiful; How Local Organic Can Steer Us Away From Catastrophe.” Ecology & Farming, 2008. Ecology & Farming.

Whitney, Cory, J. Gebauer, and M. Anderson. “A Survey of Wild Collection and Cultivation of Indigenous Species in Iceland.” Human Ecology 40, no. 5 (2012): 781–87. https://doi.org/10.1007/s10745-012-9517-0.
 

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Organic Farm Poetry from Japan

Preparing for Tokyo I just visited the translated web page of Mr. Kaneko Yoshinori's Shimosato Farm in Ogawa cho town, Saitama prefecture.

While looking around the farm's webpages I picked this poem out of the jumbled automated translation of a farm trainees story. - It is about the trainees plan to make a book of the farming experiences and life experiences to share with farmers in Cambodia. - It is not clear who the author is so I cannot give proper credit but in the original text the author thanks the farmers Kaneko Noboru, Tomoko, Ishikawa, and Chigusa, as well as the fellow farm trainees learned together, and the people of Shimosato farm and Ogawa cho town. Perhaps forwarding this appreciation on is enough.

Farm Stare Future; Farm Frost 

Organic farming, intuition, the way to live life,
Became me in the farm frost.
The thing clasped about, 
Blood smears from this hand.  

In youth, traveling through India, 
Watching cremations, much until night fall. 
Three days, from fall to rise on the Ganges, 
Continue to burn hours after catching fire in the body, 
Smoke aims up to heaven, 
Ash, flow and hover to the river.
Meat and bone remaining burnt, 
Dog food and cow lick. 

Among those who have seen such a sight, 
Consciousness 
In me, all life that I have led was born. 

Later, learning from local people in Cambodia. 
The important thing in life, without, at all, 
such a thing as power, 
such as position, 
such as honor, 
such as money. 

To value life, 
To live bright with the family, 
The people of the village, 
To live richly together,
To know such things 
Commonplace. 

The philosophy more than anything else, 
Is to cherish life. 

Agriculture, 
That there is only that day in and day out, 
To keep the stack small and steady. 

Agriculture, 
Bad things in themselves are also getting better, 
As the villagers say, 
The land is no good in spirit unless it is rich. 

And it is to the agriculture taken for granted, 
That will live on for granted. 
This village, 
Farmers, 
Children, 
Beauty, 
The living land and soil, 
And all the live beautiful strong richness of farming 


We light a lamp in one corner.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Tryin' On Clothes

When I was traveling around in Ireland I thought I would leave the delicious-food-and-Jamesons-filled confines of the Dublin couchsurfing ambassador's house to head over to stay for a few days on a nudist colony. - After chatting with the people at the nudist colony through CS a few times it made me think that it is not my scene. Plus Ireland is really too cold and rainy to be naked all day long, even in summer.

Anyway, I read this poem by Shel Silverstein at the time called 'Tryin' On Clothes' and thought of it as a silly nudist poem. Today I rather see it as a deep ecology poem about a true and close relationship between humans and nature. - The amazing diversity of outward expressions of identity and culture sometimes help us to have a deeper sense of place (i.e. indigenous clothing) but the majority of it seems to be about ego and consumerism (see 'the story of stuff'). - So it I see this as a poem about 'Tryin' On Clothes' in a deep ecology sense and perhaps allowing a kind of nudity of the ego and of outward expression in deference and connection to a true natural self and place.

I tried on the farmer's hat,
Didn't fit...
A little too small -- just a bit
Too floppy.
Couldn't get used to it,
Took it off.
Tried on the dancer's shoes,
A little too loose.
Not the kind you could use
For walkin'.
Didn't feel right in 'em,
Kicked 'em off.
I tried on the summer sun,
Felt good.
Nice and warm -- knew it would.
Tried the grass beneath bare feet,
Felt neat.
Finally, finally felt well dressed,
Nature's clothes fit me best.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Wicked Happy Old Farmer

Moldy photo of a wicked happy farmer in Laos chucking hay with a bamboo pitchfork.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Planting to Resilience

Since returning from Laos and taking the job in Germany I have been spending my time on this project working with farmers in Greater Bushenyi region of Uganda. 

I am learning a lot about the diversity of the gardens there and also getting a lot of experience with the field herbarium: 





 If nothing else I am generating a great collection of herbarium samples to fill the shelves of the Makerere University herbarium. Those hard working researchers need a lot more support than they are getting:



My (as yet) still rather messy collection, shelved after drying. 
 



Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Now Don't Say I Never Gave You Nothin'

Free Stuff Conundrum

A market niche clearly exists for free stuff. There is an incredible demand and very little supply.

Just the other day I put up a post on the local online community site The New Hanoian (a kind of Vietnamese craigslist) for free stuff and it was answered in minutes by many people. I noticed that there were no old posts in that section of the site and realized why. I had to delete the ad after about half an hour because of all the mail.

In San Francisco we used to have the 'Really Really Free Market' as a kind of community gathering where people would give away everything from clothes to sandwiches and dance lessons. - That all ended tragically when the organizer Kirsten Brydum was shot in New Orleans.

What about a 'Really Really Free Market" for the international vagabonds among us? All the language teachers and NGO workers who are aimlessly roaming from job to job, and those international hitchhikers, sailors and couchsurfers who are looking for a bicycle or a jacket in their destination city. I say we need an online free market/library/warehouse/storehouse for all those vagabonds among us.

Why do we need all these piles of things stashed all over the world? Sometimes I feel like a human squirrel, arriving at a place and gathering up my collection of things to leave for a later date. - I would rather that these acorns are allowed to grow into trees (as a great percentage of the forgotten squirrel-stashed-acorns do). It would be preferable if I could put my surfboard, bike etc. into the local Free Market/Library and look to that in my place of arrival when I get there.

Too many of us are roving around only to invest in yet another motorbike and whole life to leave behind again. Let's share.