When Sustainability ATTACKS

Well, a hunter-gatherer lifestyle would be more sustainable, ma'am.  No lightbulbs involved, there.

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How to Buy a Tomato

Grocery list:
1) Almonds (sorry, California)
2) Tomatoes
3) …

…not so fast, #3.  It may take me a good 10 minutes to decide on which type of tomatoes to buy in a grocery store.  Though I appear passive, this is not 600 seconds of hesitation.  Inside my mind roils a heated, complex, detailed battle over which tomato is better for the environment, for society (especially the lesser-represented sectors), for my personal health, and for my grad school-shrunk wallet, as well as which of these sectors makes top on my Moral Priority List du jour.

Yes, I know I should be buying my tomatoes at the farmer’s market.  Or growing them myself.  Let’s pretend I’m choosing convenience over logical good choices today: minus 5 life points.  Moving on.

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First question I ask myself as it begins to get chilly outside: is it even tomato season?  Were these grown in a hothouse down the street, or shipped from the southern hemisphere?  If the latter, I’m essentially flinging greenhouse emissions into the atmosphere.  If the former, I bet petroleum is oozing from the plastics used to construct the greenhouses, or at least into the water table near which the oil was mined (and out the tailpipes of the trucks used to ship it to the processing plant, the plastic sheet fabrication plant, the packaging plant, the storefront).  Which is better for my local environment, the grower’s ecosystem, the environment as a whole?

Next up: who picked these tomatoes?  Were they paid a fair wage while working in healthy conditions?  Are my friendly grocers getting the same?  Would using self-check out, if I ever get to the check-out, make life more efficient, or antisocially take jobs from teenagers working through college?  Are the brands of tomatoes grown by a conscientious organization, or a business out to kill local economies, widen the class gap, and homogenize the world?

Also: me.  My health and my thin, frugal-grad-student wallet.  Should I avoid the chemicals and go organic?  As my mother often says, pay your farmer now or your pharmacist later.  And cherry tomatoes are definitely on many top ten lists of “You Better Buy This Organic, Or Say Hello to Cancer” (other tomatoes rank #33 on the Environmental Working Group’s current guide).  But “organic”: wouldn’t that purchase just condone a greenwashed, expensive, unfair labeling market that’s a poor excuse for doing one’s research on the brand?  And how do I feel about personally consuming GMOs?

Alright.  So what if I splurge on the organic heirloom from Middleton, CT.  Do I buy the slightly damaged, ugliest one to promote the idea that we need variety in our fruits and veggies, and that striving for homogenized, absolutely red and round tomatoes is wasteful and harmful (since diversity is generally a very good thing)?  Or would my unannounced individual decision go unnoticed?

Ten minutes later, I am still breathing processed air while procrastinating on my work and homework, still standing still, and now very close to seriously considering the idea of definitely eventually deciding something at some point.  Then my decision roulette kicks in, aided by hunger, and, weighing my good against society’s, I grab a selection of fruit and run like hell to the war-torn, carbon-footprint-heavy display of bananas.

This is why my grocery shopping takes a while.

 

Oh Deer: The Cruel, Cold-Blooded Truth About Urban Wildlife Management

“Deer are an edge species and the world is one big edge now.”

-Dr. McShea, wildlife biologist for the National Zoo (Revkin 2002)

One solution for an urban overpopulation of deer: reintroduce wolves, bears, and mountain lions into suburbia to naturally control the deer population with evolutionarily-tested and Mother-Nature-approved predator-prey relationships.  *NOTE: do not leave chubby babies unattended.

But wait!  We’ve altered nature so intensely that “naturally” is, in some ways, unnatural now.

Thus: the best actually-possible solution = fix the environment so that the urban and “natural” ecosystems coexist in the healthiest balance possible.  This may mean, at times, that a human assumes the vacant role of predator and vehicularly collides with a buck in the headlights, or purposely shoots a deer.  Yes, dead, PETA.  With cold, murderous bullets.  [Please skip to the end, depending on your current level of irateness.]

Backdrop: I was born and raised a vegetarian.  I’ve had two bites of meat in my life (one on accident; the other out of extreme pressure by prioritization of life values [AKA Peace Corps made me do it]). I am the cup-and-paper hero of trapped indoor spiders everywhere, the stick-wielding sidewalk savior of sunnysideup, legs-flailing beetles.  I would rather the tropic levels follow their requisite levels of consumption, and mountain lions eat deer, deer eat grasses, grasses eat sunshine, sans premeditated killing of any living being that doesn’t quite feel like dying yet.

Unfortunately, the pretty and efficient cascades of energy via tropic level consumption that naturally (historically) occur get thrown terribly out of whack when humans take the reins.

Consider Beaver Pond Park, New Haven, Connecticut.  The lovely volunteers in this park spend hours planting native shrubs, pulling invasive species, and advocating for protection of this historic wetland area.  Thanks to a network of stormwater pipes and a bit of poor planning, twice as much of the surrounding area drains to this spot as historically drained here.  Muck floats beside rainbow spills in a pond whose level is dependent on the amount of trash disintegrating in the stormwater catchment grate.  Suburban appreciation for the astounding water-cleansing properties of these wetlands they’re trashing?  No signs of it, past the hardy volunteers.

On top of the trash (literally, in places), Beaver Pond Park has seen a spike in deer populations in the past few years too.  Thanks, Suburbia: trash and displacement, too.  Fortunately, some sturdier fencing around recently-planted shrubs and a few motion censor lights may stop excessive browsing (nom-ing) and rubbing (of itchy velvet antlers on tree trunks) here and now.

Other parks, though, have seen an unhealthy spike.  Ecosystems around the world are screaming “Stop the noming! Take your Lyme-y ticks elsewhere!”   Or: silence.  (Rachel Carson shivers uncomfortably.)

In some cases of intense habitat loss, so many deer are funneled into the few green spaces left that they out-compete each other, becoming malnourished and underfed, with diseases like Chronic Wasting Disease passing rapidly in the overcrowded herds.  The humane decision, in this scenario, is either to demolish the newly developed homes and reconstruct versions of the wild spaces they once were.  Barring that?  Humanely kill enough deer to bring the population down to levels appropriate for the reduced green space.

(For the alternative-solution oriented folks: points for creativity, but deer are not cows.  [Though they do both have surprisingly good internal compasses.]  They cannot be herded and replaced without severe traumatic stress.)

There are government programs specifically involved with “deer culling.”   It can be done from elevated platforms onto baited sites, with professional sharpshooters and no threat to community members, with all meat donated to local homeless shelters.  The need for culls is even seen as a sign of success by some in the conservation world, with white-tailed deer once having been hunted almost to extinction.

For the Buddhists among us, deer birth control is an option too, which can be fed to females via baited sites.  Mmm, more delicious chemicals fed into the system.

None of these are good, 100% moral solutions.  How about we slowly reduce our own numbers over the next few generations and, if we expand, let’s do it upwards or inwards?  While we’re at it, since I’m not actively involved in advocating for large predator reintroduction, I will show respect for responsible hunters.  Join me in that, perhaps, or at least don’t blame Bambi when you collide with a buck while driving back from the sprawling mall downtown, right along the long winding driveway of your new suburban homes.

Sorry, CA: Turns Out I’m Causing Your Drought

 

Research the price and ratio of water to almonds here (hint: that's some pricey water).  Then research how to make your own almond milk.

Looks delicious…but would Mother Nature approve?

Feeling good about yourself for single-handedly saving the environment on your recent *$s run by choosing that almond milk chai over the common cow kind?  Not so fast.  Growing a single almond can take 1.1 gallons of water, according to a recent article in MotherJones.com.  That’s not including the agua you downed after eating the chocolate sea-salt coated ones.

Almost 80% of the world’s almonds come from California, the article adds, where one of the most intense droughts on record has caused CA to be in a state of emergency since January.  (Even Lady Gaga agrees that it’s pretty dire.)

Granted, almonds aren’t the only crop that’s sucking the sunshine state dry, but it doesn’t help that almonds grow on trees, which are a many-year investment that can’t be laid fallow on a dry year without dire consequences for next year’s paycheck.  When coupled with the chemical cocktail of insecticides, fungicides, and herbicides that are doused on–which may be negatively affecting a grand 60% of the already-flailing US bee population–my morning almond milk smoothie kick isn’t doing the ecosystems any favors.

There’s more than a hint of irony there, since I switched to almond milk because it seemed more  sustainable than cow milk.  Though plant-based milks are probably less earth-harming on the whole than animal-based ones, it seems milk-drinking habits in general are not getting good eco-reviews:

  • Cow milk = highly unsustainable, water-polluting, ozone-destroying (The methane released from cow burps and farts has a worse greenhouse gas effect than the whole US transportation sector!)
  • Coconut milk = carbon footprint x 1,000 unless you live somewhere tropical, like the Asia-Pacific region (though you should seriously plant some more coconut trees before they’re too old to make the meat)
  • Almond milk = as aforementioned, slurping up water in a dry, dry land and oozing chemical soup to boot
  • Soy milk = hormonally-imbalancing in large doses, plus supporting soy props up the US agro-business oligarchy, the super-flawed Farm Bill, and the deforestation of tropical forests for soy crops (granted that’s semi-under control now, but I’m still holding a grudge)
  • Water = probably poisoned and full of Prozac

Maybe I’ll just stop drinking things. (Alternatively, I could try drinking enough tap water to be happy about the whole mess).  Probably should stop eating too, except for locally-gathered edible invasives.

Anyone up for some freshly-squeezed dandelion milk with a sprig of garlic mustard?

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