Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Thoughts on the 50th Anniversary of Earth Day




https://www.earthday.org/earth-day-50th-anniversary/

Where were you 50 years ago today?  I was in Knoxville, TN and was 50 days away from graduation from High School.  The United States was in social and political upheaval and I, like many 18 year olds brought up in a fundamentalist religious household, was questioning the status quo.  We saw the ravages of war and cries for a revolution on the nightly news.  The Earth Day cause was a safe one to embrace.

Celebrating Earth Day begs the question: what is humanity’s relationship to the planet that sustains us?

It is widely believed that Earth is 4.5,000,000,000 years old (give or take a few million years).  Simple cells first appeared on Earth nearly 4 billion years ago. "We had insects 400 million years ago, dinosaurs 300 million years ago and flowering plants 130 million years ago," lead researcher Andrew Rushby, of the University of East Anglia in the United Kingdom, said in a statement. "Anatomically modern humans have only been around for the last 200,000 years — so you can see it takes a really long time for intelligent life to develop."  Humans began to communicate through language around 50,000 to 150,000 years ago, and we have been writing since about 3200 BC.

Each one of us has a somewhat unique perspective on our individual relationship to the Earth.  We can either become aware of our environment and treasure it, or we can recklessly stumble through life ignoring our responsibility to preserve it.

As modern man has created technologies that protect us against the hostilities of our environment, so have we also begun to destroy that environment.  Unfortunately, during the past 100 years, due to desire for “conveniences”, modern life style has evolved in a trajectory that is damaging to the Earth, and we find ourselves 50 years after the first Earth Day in a worse position than in 1970.  Possibly the worst culprit is the chemical creation and wide use of plastics.  From National Geographic Magazine: "In 2015 we published the first estimate of floating plastic worldwide: There’s more than a quarter-million tons of it. More than 90 percent of the fragments are smaller than a grain of rice, creating what’s more akin to a smog of microplastics rather than a consolidated mass. Preventing the problem begins upstream, where companies decide about the products and packaging they make and consumers choose what to buy. When we phase out single-use, throwaway plastics, such as bags and straws, we get lasting results."



In his last book, Brief Answers to the Big Questions, Stephen Hawking warns of eminent destruction.

The Earth is under threat from so many areas that it is difficult for me to be positive.  The threats are too big and too numerous.

We have presented our planet with the disastrous gift of climate change.  Rising temperatures, reduction of the polar ice caps, deforestation, over-population, disease, war, famine, lack of water and decimation of animal species; these are all solvable but so far have not been solved.

Global warming is caused by all of us.  We want cars, travel and a better standard of living.  The trouble is, by the time people realize what is happening, it may be too late.

We need to go beyond the Kyoto Protocol; the international agreement adopted in 1997, and cut carbon emissions now.  We have the technology.  We need the political will.

On that grim outlook, let’s turn to selected words from Walt Whitman.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’œuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,
And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,
And the cow crunching with depress’d head surpasses any statue,
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.

The bull and the bug never worshipp’d half enough,
Dung and dirt more admirable than was dream’d,
The supernatural of no account, myself waiting my time to be one of the supremes,
The day getting ready for me when I shall do as much good as the best, and be as prodigious;
By my life-lumps! becoming already a creator,
Putting myself here and now to the ambush’d womb of the shadows.

Smile O voluptuous cool-breath’d earth!
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
Earth of departed sunset—earth of the mountains misty-top!
Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
Far-swooping elbow’d earth—rich apple-blossom’d earth!
Smile, for your lover comes.

The sciences of botany, biology, and physics have taught us that humans, along with all species that dwell on this Earth, are a part of a global bio-spiritual embryogenesis.  As such, we must cognitively recognize that as a whole (let’s call it “Ο”) if we destroy any part, we are damaging ourselves.  We must, therefore, muster all our creativity, commitment, and labor to preserve the life forces that brought us into existence.  We must cherish our streams, rivers, oceans; we must appreciate the air that we breathe and strive to keep it clean and clear. We must harness the energy in the sun and wind, and stop raping and polluting the soil.  We must have a reverence for all living creatures. 



So on this 50th Anniversary of Earth Day let us hug, or better yet,  plant a tree!

CPW


Saturday, April 11, 2020

A Place for a Scatological Movement


Let’s begin with the late Gene Logsdon, who wrote the book, Holy Shit: Managing Manure to Save Mankind.
Publisher:
Chelsea Green Publishing
Pub. Date:
August 30, 2010
ISBN:
9781603582513

Known as the contrary farmer, Gene Logsdon provides the inside story of manure-our greatest, yet most misunderstood, natural resource. He begins by lamenting a modern society that not only throws away both animal and human manure-worth billions of dollars in fertilizer value-but that spends a staggering amount of money to do so. This wastefulness makes even less sense as the supply of mined or chemically synthesized fertilizers dwindles and their cost skyrockets. In fact, he argues, if we do not learn how to turn our manures into fertilizer to keep food production in line with increasing population, our civilization, like so many that went before it, will inevitably decline.
With his trademark humor, his years of experience writing about both farming and waste management, and his uncanny eye for the small but important details, Logsdon artfully describes how to manage farm manure, pet manure and human manure to make fertilizer and humus. He covers the field, so to speak, discussing topics like:
  • How to select the right pitchfork for the job and use it correctly
  • How to operate a small manure spreader
  • How to build a barn manure pack with farm animal manure
  • How to compost cat and dog waste
  • How to recycle toilet water for irrigation purposes, and
  • How to get rid ourselves of our irrational paranoia about feces and urine.

Experientially, I know a bit about Scat (poop).  For six and a half wonderful years, I have been cleaning up after four to seven goats and ten to a dozen chickens with the intent to compost as much as possible.  It is a messy, stinky task, but somebody must do it.

But this week, Rett decided that the rose garden needed leveling and the vegetable garden needed amended soil, so we turned to Jones Topsoil and purchased 20 cubic yards (enough to fill a large dump trunk). 


 It is difficult to find good neighbors these days, unless you are blessed to live at Merry Mount. On a gorgeous Spring day, after seeing the mountain of topsoil that had been delivered onto the concrete slab in the driveway near the barn, behold, our great neighbors (Lee, Robert, Dave, Keith and Joni) arrived to help “move the mountain”.  Here are a few photos from the day.

Lee and Robert shoveling sh*t
Dave Junk-the back saver
Rett-Master Spreader

Keith and Joni McKenley- depth advisors

Mission accomplished

What would a day of moving scat be (or a blog about scat) without some wipe up?  We all are dealing with the run on toilet paper and, therefore, the next story seems appropriate.  According to the Associate Press:

NCSolutions, a data and consulting firm, said online and in-store U.S. toilet paper sales rose 51% between Feb. 24 and March 10, as buyers started getting uneasy about the growing number of virus cases. But sales rocketed a whopping 845% on March 11 and 12 as states announced lockdowns.
The big three U.S. toilet paper companies — Georgia-Pacific LLC, Proctor & Gamble Co. and Kimberly-Clark Corp. — were already running their toilet paper plants 24 hours a day before the new coronavirus hit. That’s the only way they can make a profit on such a low-margin product.
The companies are trying to increase output by making fewer varieties of toilet paper. They’re also trying to get the product to stores more quickly. Atlanta-based Georgia-Pacific is working with packaging suppliers to get more materials and maximizing the number of deliveries it can ship from its facilities.

My brother Adam tells me that his wife Dalene, who is a logistics person employed by Kimberly-Clark Corp., is working from 5:00 am to 5:00pm (from home) communicating with retailers about when the next shipment of toilet paper will arrive.




Coda:

Some of you may know that Mozart had a foul mouth and actually composed several songs about scat. 

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is a dirty old man : the scatological canons and songs. English version by Anne Grossman.

Author:
Publisher:
New York, N.Y. : Epic Records, [1967?]

And of course, sometime in the early 1990s, at a music festival celebrating Maestro Mozart, I joined three others poops and we performed several song and canons on a concert.



I leave you with this:

There once was a man named Pat,
Who reveled in “chewing the fat”.
He called forth his friends,
To help with amends,
Together they shoveled up Scat.




CPW

Sunday, April 5, 2020

A New Take on the Full Pink Moon





When we step outside next Tuesday evening, April 7 at 10:35 pm to observe the full moon, do we expect it to be the color of Pepto-Bismol? No, and yet, the full moon in April is designated the Pink Moon, and these are extraordinary times.

Why?

 “April’s full Moon often corresponded with the early springtime blooms of a certain wildflower native to eastern North America: Phlox subulata—commonly called creeping phlox or moss phlox—which also went by the name “moss pink.” 
Thanks to this seasonal association, this full Moon came to be called the Pink Moon!”



AND my conjecture: Covid-19 is pink! 



Red plus a bit of white makes pink. “Red is a very emotionally intense color. It enhances human metabolism, increases respiration rate, and raises blood pressure. It has very high visibility, which is why stop signs, stoplights, and fire equipment are usually painted red. In heraldry, red is used to indicate courage. It is a color found in many national flags.”

White is associated with light, goodness, safety, and cleanliness. White usually has a positive connotation and can represent a successful beginning.

Pink is Red tempered by White.

Side note:

The Guardian reports that scientists have discovered the oldest organic color so far, a bit of bright pink that has survived in 1.1-billion-year-old rocks. The BBC reports that the pigment comes from the chlorophyll of fossilized cyanobacteria, also known as blue-green algae, whose pigment molecules have survived eons in the ground. When diluted, the molecules look pink when held against sunlight.

Perhaps this great rock that hangs in the sky is indeed pink inside.

In conclusion, as we gaze at the full moon of April, let us hope that the pink of Covid-19 will soon be whitewashed and that our lives will return to some sense of normalcy.



There once was a moon colored pink
That made us sit up and think.
We stayed up at night
With worry and fright

It’s taught new ways to relink.

Stay well.


FYI: I'm not infected, wear a mask
CPW