Archive for August, 2009

Globally aware?

I run across web sites here and there which really bother me. What bothers me is that these sites do not seem to be aware that if a web site is available on the Internet, it could be viewed by anyone around the world. If the site does not identify clearly they are from a particular country, or they make global claims that are really only their own country specific, such as ‘the leading provider’ of a particular service, this indicates they are probably not globally aware.

To me, it seems either ignorant or arrogant that people do not even consider there are people outside their own context.

I’ll be honest; most of the sites that bother me this way are American companies, but I’m sure they are not the only ones.

Do you write web content or even blog? Please keep in mind we live in a globally connected world now!

Advocacy maybe does actually work!

For all of you who read and responded to the boycott of Kimberley-Clark (Kleenex brand, and more) because they used virgin fibre from the Boreal Forest in Canada – there has been a change!

By 2011, 40 percent of their products will be made from recycled or FSC certified fibre, and anything from the Boreal Forest will be FSC certified.

Thank you to Greenpeace for bringing this campaign to a successful completion!

Wet Gardens mean Hunger

I had a disappointing season with my vegetable gardens this year. My plot at home doesn’t get a lot of sun due to buildings, trees and fences blocking the important rays. I rented a space with full sun from the city at a common allotment. The city space came with automatic watering, which I thought would be a plus. It’s been a fairly wet and cool summer and the city automatically waters every night.

Plants don’t grow when they are in soggy ground, no matter how much sunshine they get.

I went today after almost two weeks away. The weeds were tall, sure. But so many leaves are yellowish from too much water, and the plants are not thriving. (To top it off, my onions which were doing great have all had their tops eaten by deer!)

It was a fairly disappointing visit.

As I biked home, I reflected on the subsistence farmers I met while in Zambia. Being a subsistence farmer means that you eat what you grow. If you don’t grow enough, you don’t eat enough. Having excess to sell is rare.

Seemingly outside of my control in my garden is the amount of water it receives. Drought or flooding in Zambia would also be outside of the control of subsistence farmers.

I had a small taste, I think, of the enormity of spending all ones time with the chance of no harvest, which is the life of a subsistence farmer.

I am glad I work for an organization which works among the poorest farmers to help them find ways beyond subsistence farming, like diversification, compost, mulch, drainage, improved seeds and the like, so that a bad year might only mean just enough food, but no extra, and a normal year means the ability to improve (house, clothing, livestock, education) and to celebrate life.