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Cutting back meat consumption

I thought this article on reducing meat consumption in order to meet global food demand and reduce the carbon footprint of our diets was interesting, particularly because it wasn’t necessarily pushing a shift to vegetarianism/veganism. Instead it focused on reducing average global meat consumption, which I think is a way more realistic goal.

I’ve struggled with meat consumption for many years. I definitely see the benefits – environmental, ethical, financial – of eating a vegetarian diet, but I also think that the health “risks” of eating meat are overstated (particularly at the extremely low quantities we eat). I also just really like it, once in a while, and I love cooking. Ultimately, I’ve come up with a set of rules that makes me feel okay about my meat consumption – I eat it once a week-ish, only from free-range or organic local farms, and in small portions. Sure, it’s not as good for the environment or as ethical as being a vegetarian, but it’s a lot better than the average North American.

If it weren’t for Eric good-naturedly bemoaning the infrequency of meat, I’d probably eat it even less. I love cooking vegetarian meals, and I definitely eat enough yogurt, eggs, beans, etc to get my protein in. But none of this will ever change the fact that roast chicken is my favourite thing in the world.

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New wheels

My first bike commute to work on Thursday was great. I was the slowest (albeit best-dressed – what’s with the lycra, Ottawa?) cyclist on the path, but I still made it to work 15 minutes faster than the bus. I’ll have to experiment a bit with routes – to stay on the bike path involves some wicked hills and walking my bike over the locks on the canal; the way I took involved a frightening number of busses.

What I love even more than commuting, though, is trundling leisurely around the neighbourhood, filling my basket with bagels and salad greens and seeing my lovely corner of Ottawa in a new way. It’s also a welcome addition to my exercise regime, which is becoming more and more important with every passing Doughnut Sunday (a very real thing in our household).

Stylish helmet suggestions, by the way, are most welcome. Other than the day I picked it up (above), I’ve been dutifully wearing my Canadian Tire $11 bike helmet and feeling like a royal dork.

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Hong Kong-servations

I’m here! I arrived Wednesday, and promptly failed to find the car (along with the last minute addition of my boss) that came to pick me up at the airport and took a cab to my hotel (oops – he hasn’t let me live it down yet). As jet-lag goes, I’ve been pretty lucky – I managed to get a good night’s sleep in Hong Kong my first night, which I think made a huge difference. I was sleepy for a few days, but sleeping more or less when I was supposed to (other than randomly waking up from 3-4am two nights in a row). Last night I slept right through (the addition of earplugs helped) and today I felt like my bushy-tailed self.

But – this is not me prattling on about jet lag. This is me with my take on Hong Kong!

I wasn’t expecting to be anything but indifferent to mildly open to Hong Kong, but I really liked my brief glimpse. It reminded me of Blade Runner, if it had taken place on the Champs-Elyssées. In other words, it is the realization of every 1980s movie’s vision of the future.

I mostly ran around Kowloon Park during the morning I was there, since the only thing I managed to do the night I arrived was fail at eating a bowl of tam-tam noodles with chopsticks. After my first mouthful the waiter burst out laughing, mimicked me, and brought me this really ugly three-pronged fork.

I don’t know about other factors (like pollution?) but exercise-wise, the elderly of Hong Kong are going to outlast the elderly of North America by at least 50 years. The park was full of old people doing Tai-Chi, walking briskly, jogging (!) in dress shoes and slacks, and doing pull-downs on the built-in equipment.

The park was a lot of fun, although strangely well-manicured – we definitely don’t sweep outdoors in Canada, and I can’t say I really see the necessity for it, but hey! Different cultures are different. I would love to run around that park as a kid, because they had some wicked landscaping that would be really good for hide-and-seek.

Then I wandered around Tsim Sha Tsui for a bit, gazing in the windows at crazy amounts of luxury goods. There were some strange contrasts, especially if you looked up – the shining glass and steel mall facades lasted about five stories, above which stretched another 10-20 floors of sooty cement, dripping and rusted air conditioners, bamboo scaffolding, and laundry lines.

The only disappointing part was my airport lunch (I know, totally my own fault!). Turns out that vegetable stir-fry is whatever  vegetables they have on hand, with no sauce – in my case some limp cabbage, under-ripe tomato, soggy mushroom, and tofu skin. I should have just set my self-imposed restrictions on meat with an unknown source aside and had the chicken, because it looked so good. Live and learn.

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Why do they put the art on the bottom?

Arbor Bug Bamboo

I’m supposed to pick a longboard based on the art, right? Because right now it’s between this one and one with a giant squid on the bottom…

I’ve been drooling over longboards for years (ever since Eric’s really cool younger sister got one) but never had the guts to get one, because I’ve been afraid that I’ll look silly on it. But given that I’m not turning out to be the cyclist extraordinaire I thought I might become, I’m feeling more positive about other forms of non-vehicular transportation.

Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to wear a helmet. I’m thinking this guy:

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The Rebel Sell, reviewed

As the list of books on my life list grows longer, I’ve decided to stop listing them on that page and instead, make a category for them so that people can filter my posts by books, if so inclined. I won’t actually review all of them, because I’m far too lazy, but I wanted to for this one.

#26 – The Rebel Sell – Joseph Heath and Andrew Potter

I’ve been meaning to read the Rebel Sell for years – I saw it at my university bookstore ages ago, and liked the cover art (yup, that’s how I choose books). I thought it sounded interesting – why the culture can’t be jammed, reads the by-line, and I’m a sucker for counter-counter-culture lit.

Unfortunately, it was a pretty disappointing read. It’s not that the authors’ points aren’t valid – democracy and governance are important; what’s cool will quickly become mainstream, pushing cool ever-further – it’s just that I don’t know anyone who fits the mould of the supposed “counter-cultural activist” against whom this book is one long polemic. They rail incessantly against Naomi Klein, deep ecologists, and Marxist-anarchists, as though anyone with a remotely left political lean thinks that we should smash a Starbucks and then high-tail it to our self-sufficient anarcho-commune.

However, having spent 5 years in an environmental studies program, I can assure you that 99% of those supposed crazy hippy students were actually reasonable people, who felt that the best way to foster real change in society was through education, legislation, and market-based measures (plus, yes, the occasional drum circle, obviously).

In short, they created the world’s biggest straw man and then spent several chapters taking it apart with the most self-righteous tone they could muster.

I also felt some uneasiness at some of the particular wording, such as suggesting that criminals should be “put down,” and asserting that pre-feminist social norms were there “for women’s own good.”

The central thesis is mainly that in relentlessly pursuing an “alternative” culture, people (activists? hippies? it’s unclear as to what real-life group, exactly, this book is targeting) are just creating another market and continuing to consume. If one wants to create change (within the system only, thanks) than the best way to go about it is to work on incremental, policy-based change. In ignoring this “boring” work in favour of “fun” things like protests and drugs, people are just acting detrimentally to their own causes.

Like I said, my main problem is that the authors make sweeping statements about who exactly is doing this – including, for example, “environmentalists,” “feminists,” and “human rights activists;” they’re completely ignoring all the members of those groups who are doing exactly the kind of incremental work that they advocate in favour of attacking a very small fringe.

They also have a terrible habit of arguing against outdated and often discredited work in each of these fields, from Edward Abbey’s “the Monkey Wrench Gang” and early Gloria Steinem to Marx and Freud (I mean, even Gloria Steinem’s discredited early Gloria Steinem in some respects already – get with the program, guys!).

At the end of the day, I think that what I really didn’t like about this book is that the authors set out to mock and belittle a bunch of (largely imagined) people who care about the world. They spent 300 pages reveling in how they are so much smarter than people who buy organic vegetables because they know that nothing will change ever, and I really hate that attitude.

I thereby give Rebel Sell a well-deserved Gatsby slobber and zero cookies (a Gatsby hug and 11 oatmeal raisins being the highest attainable score).

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The Good Enough Life

A friend linked to this article today on Grist called The Medium Chill, which I think that everyone should go read!  It’s about consciously stepping out of the cycle of ‘work hard/earn more money/get more stuff/work even harder to get more money and more stuff’ that’s so prevalent.

This really resonated with me because I have been advocating this approach to my life for a while, and sometimes I feel as though people think I’m super naive for assuming that I’ll be able to just NOT participate in it.  I think that it requires a lot of effort in some respects (buying a car would make a lot of aspects of my life easier, sure, but would cost a TON), but as the author points out, it’s very freeing in many ways – less choices means less stress.

My hypothesis is that this attitude will become more prevalent, especially considering that so many recent grads are having trouble finding work, or at least the kind of high-paying, career-ish work that recent grads of a previous generation did.  Many people are being pushed off the aspirational treadmill, and then realizing that it was lame anyways.  And my highly unscientific poll of friends who want to live in walkable neighbourhoods, as well as my dog park buddies, leads me to posit that we’re waking up to the fact that public spaces are important.

What do you think about the “medium chill?”  Is it unrealistic to expect that people will stop placing so much importance on material indicators of success?

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