I read 3 opinions this week (re the controvercial oil pipelines in BC) that really spoke to me.
1. “It is difficult to get a man to understand something when his salary depends on his not understanding it.” (Upton Sinclair)
2. “Buying this pipeline is like buying a horse and buggy company at the advent of the car.” (Andrew Weaver)
3. “Why is our government subsidizing a sunset industry rather than doubling down on cleaner renewables. Renewable energy and clean technology create more jobs per dollar than pipelines.” (David Suzuki Foundation)
I guess it’s easy to see which side of the fence I sit on, though I know the issue is huge and complicated.
We shape the world –
By what we consume.
By what we give.
By the questions we ask.
By what we stand for.
By what we won’t.
We shape the world –
By taking the time to make
Supporting artists and makers
Because we want a world
That supports artists and makers.
We shape the world –
By consuming less.
By buying it only if we love it.
And using it for years to come.
By mending it when it’s broken, and
Someday passing it along to become
Someone else’s beloved treasure.
(As seen on a storefront in Deep Cove, BC)
It’s great to see a growing awareness around single-use plastic and its negative impact on the planet. Restaurants and coffee shops have stopped automatically putting plastic straws in drinks. Many shoppers now carry their own reusable shopping bags. These efforts will help reduce the 20 million tons of plastic litter entering the oceans each year.
Unfortunately, just as we’re becoming wise to straws and grocery bags, in large grocery stores it’s now almost impossible to buy produce (and may other food items, like cookies, or nuts) without the plastic clam shell container. All that plastic that never goes away. We may throw it in our blue bins, but where does it go from there? Could there possibly be a market for all that plastic? (And do we really need our cucumbers wrapped in plastic?)
As a consumer I try to limit my purchase of items that are packaged in single-use plastic containers, but it’s a challenge. Farmer’s markets are mostly seasonal, but they’re a good place to start, as are local produce stores.
Many environmentally responsible restaurants offer take-out food in compostable/paper containers, rather than plastic or styrofoam. Would these not work for other food items? I understand that they’re not clear, you can’t see what you’re purchasing. But how did we purchase all those food items before the clam shell container? Maybe that’s the ‘two steps back’ that we need to be taking.
Thai washroom sign
I’ve just finished reading an amazing novel by Laurie Frankel, This Is How It Always Is. It’s a wonderful story on many levels but one small detail really fascinated me. Towards the end of the story two of the characters travel to Thailand and discover people called kathoey. This translates to ladyboy (or what Westerners might call transgender). Kathoey are accepted in Thai culture because their Buddhist beliefs acknowledge that there are more than two sexes. As well, the Thai buddhists believe that there’s no escaping the consequences of the soul coming back in different bodies. Everyone has been kathoey in a previous life and will be again.
Reading about the kathoey reminded me of a similar concept in the traditional Native American culture where people who don’t conform to the gender they were assigned at birth are called two-spirit. Since two-spirits exhibit both male and female characteristics, they are believed to have the ability to see the world through both a male and female perspective. They are considered incredibly wise, and, traditionally, may have become spiritual leaders or healers.
This is the same for the mahu in ancient Hawaii. Mahu is the name of a third-gendered person, that is, not male or female but both or neither. Before white explorers and missionaries brought homophobic views to Hawaii they were considered special and assumed respected and traditional roles within the communities.
Our Western culture’s traditionally rigid gender binary system – which is fixed between two poles, male or female – is shifting as we become better informed and open-minded, but we can still learn a lot from Thai, Ancient Hawaiian and Native American traditions.
Isn’t this book cover stunning? I like to think that I’m not one to ‘choose a book by its cover’, but that’s exactly why I chose this one, that and the fact that it’s Y/A and written by a Canadian author.
I also think the title is wonderfully enticing.
A lot of readers believe that the author has some say in the cover art. In my experience, it’s the publisher who makes all those decisions. An author gives their story a title, but again, the publisher may choose a different one. The author’s job is to write the story, but marketing it may not be their strength. It takes a different set of skills to design a book cover that has visual appeal.
For me, bookstores and libraries are like art galleries. So much thought has been put into the cover art and design of each book. The art needs to hint at the flavour of the story as well as be eye-catching. I could spend hours browsing the shelves, admiring the covers and guessing at the inside stories. In the end, I usually choose a book that has been recommended to me or is by an author I’ve enjoyed in the past, but it doesn’t keep me from savouring all the other covers.
Styles of cover art go in and out of vogue. Publishers have to keep current fashion trends in mind when designing a cover. Many books use photo-art, as in Exit, Pursued By A Bear, (Dutton Books, 2016) but others have been created by graphic artists or illustrators, like my soon-to-be published book, Lost Boy. (Marie Bergeron, artist) (Orca, Fall, 2018)
Does cover art influence your reading choices?
This is what the daytime looks like.
This is what the nighttime looks like.
photo credit: K.L. Denman
All hell broke loose this week when it was reported that a young couple had adopted a pet pot-bellied pig from a local SPCA shelter but then killed and ate it.
This couple had signed an agreement that the pig was, indeed, being adopted as a pet – not food – but apparently things didn’t go as planned. The pig misbehaved but instead of returning it to the animal shelter they decided to have it for dinner instead. They’d only had it for about three weeks. It safe to assume they hadn’t yet bonded.
I understand the outrage. No one can imagine eating a beloved pet. But I wonder how many of those crying ‘foul’ are doing so while eating a ham sandwich, or a BLT?
When we name an animal – in this case ‘Molly’ – and treat it as a pet, does it mean that this pig’s life is more worthy than any other pig? It could be argued that four-year-old Molly led a charmed life compared to the pigs raised for meat on factory farms where the conditions are appalling. She was at the shelter after being ‘rescued’, but could the circumstances from which she was rescued have been any worse than that of her cousins at the pig farm? The way she was killed was reported as being ‘humane’. I’m not sure that could be said of the slaughter that goes on at factory farms.
I feel there’s a disconnect in our thinking. That calf at the petting zoo pulls at our heartstrings with its cuteness, we want to stroke its soft fur, but then we go home and prepare veal for dinner.
It begs the question…
“To give a name to an experience is to pay attention to it,” says Louisa Thomsen Brits in her book, The Book Of Hygge.
And Brits did just that for me. Hygge is a Danish word that describes an experience that I’m familiar with and often strive for, but could never before articulate as I didn’t have a name for it.
The Danes are considered to be among the happiest people on the planet. Perhaps that’s because they have named hygge and put it into practise.
In her book Brits describes hygge (pronounced “hoo-gah) as “a quality of presence and an experience of belonging and togetherness. It’s a feeling of being warm, safe, comforted and sheltered – an experience of belonging to the moment and to each other. Hygge anchors us, reminding us to slow down, to connect with place and with one another, to dwell and savor rather than rush and spend. When you curl up by the fire with a blanket, or have a simple meal with friends, that is hygge, or when you focus on people rather than things, or when you express love through small gestures, that is hygge.”
Isn’t that perfect? Hygge. My new favourite word for an old favourite experience.
I wish I all my travels could be taken aboard a BC Ferry.
Consider air travel vs ferry travel:
- On a plane you’re strapped into a cramped seat with minimal leg or elbow room. If you have a window seat and nature calls you have to climb over your travel mates or ask them to get up. This ‘call’ usually arrives just as they’ve fallen asleep. On the ferry, however, window seats aren’t boxed in and you can opt to sit alone if you’re not feeling friendly. The seats are spacious, cushy, you don’t need to strap yourself in and there’s no problem accessing aisles. You can walk around the ferry for the entire trip if you don’t feel like sitting. You can even shop aboard the larger vessels.
- Washrooms on airplanes are scary, noisy, cramped spaces and there are very few. If one becomes “unusable” for any reason, the line-ups for the remaining few become long. Washrooms on ferries are numerous, spacious and, in my experience, clean.
- Unless you’re flying business class, food on flights is limited and expensive and your first choice is usually unavailable once the flight attendant reaches your row. (Same with the beer and wine.) On BC Ferries there are a lot more options as well as tables for dining.
- The scenery from the window of a BC ferry is spectacular and ever-changing as compared to the view of endless sky and clouds when you’re in the air. (And you see nothing if your seat mate has closed the window screen.)
- Boarding a ferry does not require frustrating security checks and you don’t have to pay extra for your bags.
- Turbulence is more unsettling than rough seas – there’s further to fall.
Part of my love affair with ferry travel is that feeling of suspended time. There’s nothing you have to do but read, nap, nibble or eavesdrop while seated in a comfortable lounge. Much the same may be said of air travel but with the comfort factor removed and if you forget to bring nibblies you’re out of luck.
I never grow tired of watching ferries come around the point and glide into the bay, majestic giants, quiet and snow-white against a backdrop of blue ocean and moss green mountains.
It’s a shame that air travel is far faster and you can visit significantly more places than with ferry travel.
Perhaps the greatest reason I love ferry travel is that it always coincides with the start of beloved cabin time, or time spent with a dear friend. Perhaps that’s the real reason I look forward to riding BC Ferries.
The rainforest in Sumatra and Borneo is being cleared at an alarming rate to make way for palm oil production. This deforestation has caused critical habitat degradation for the orangutan who could become extinct in 5-10 years if the palm oil industry continues at its current pace.
Palm oil is a cheap, edible oil that can be found in 40 – 50% of all household products, from baked goods to shampoo and other cleaning agents. Its production in Malaysia is a complicated issue but there’s so much at stake, from mammal extinction to climate change and indigenous rights.
It’s hard to find products that don’t contain palm oil and even harder to know how to make an impact on the palm oil industry, but we need to be aware and do what we can. In the words of Margaret Mead: “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world: indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”
More info can be found at: saynotopalmoil.com