the educated serf

I just posted a piece on the Green Connoisseur blog about Tom's Shoes , which is this great company that creates very eco-friendly shoes but, even better, donates one pair of shoes to people in Argentina and South Africa for each pair that gets sold.  People who live in warm climates with a lot of volcanic ash in the soil can get podoconiosis, which is a disease of the lymphatic system caused by silicate particles in the bloodstream.  It can be easily prevented by wearing shoes.  The videos of shoe drops and earnest Tom's Shoe's workers delivering beautiful yoga-like slipons to kids in villages is more than any one heart can bear.  And if you hurry up and buy some for your loved ones, Tom's might reach its goal of donating 33,000 pairs by Christmas. And in case anyone who loves me actually reads this thing, that's the pair I want....

We had friends over for Thanksgiving this year.  Odd with no students, but we all had fun, including Scarlett, who had a dog buddy named Riley.  I even think Stephanie, the four year old daughter of our friends, had a good time despite the fact that the other kids were quite a bit older.  Stephanie is bright and funny and creative.  I know she likes Hello Kitty! so before the holiday, we raided the dollar aisle at Target and got her some goodies.  I've never been a huge fan of Hello Kitty! although I have my own anime favorites and allow Zoe and Esme to spend way too much money on other San-X characters ( the platypus! ) at Kawaii (Kawaii means "cute" but it's also the name of a store in Pittsburgh that's full of the stuff).   I did, however, like to buy Hello Kitty! for Leah, especially when she was in the hospital and needed goodies.  It must have been a running conversation between Leah and Arlene (her mom) because I have at least two memories of Arlene making ...

Have I got any?   Does it matter?   I'm going to add a photo of my new flip-top mittens later today.  I bought them from a Latin American couple who are street vendors on the Strip District.  We'd already bought a few pairs for other people, some ceramic turtles, and I'm edging up to the nice sweaters, but they do look itchy and honestly, who has the money?   Anyway, my pair does not have the flip top thumb because I do not want to be free to text and freeze my fingers.   The inside of the entire mitten, including my thumb, has a nice fleece lining.  These are warm warm warm.  I wish I had the skills to make them, but I'm so glad to pay someone else who does.   Lately, most of my positive contributions to society have been food related (good felafel yesterday...).   I am working on my spring course on the sociology of food and labor . (the course info is in the online catalogue) I am, of course, obsessive about covering everything.  I now know way too much about the hi...

Reason is a magazine with a fair amount of bluster and intellectual self-importance.  There, I've ruined my chances of ever working for them or making friends with their writers and editors.   I suspect I never had a chance, having gone through only a relatively short Ayn Rand Libertarian phase when I was 17.  Since then I've definitely lacked any enthusiasm for free market philosophy or economics and personally I've not been a very successful capitalist, that's for sure. But I'll take them at their word that their goal is to provide reasoned arguments about critical topics -- and so, I approached this recent piece by Ronald Bailey with a somewhat open mind.  (It was only later that I realized this is the Ron Bailey who champions biotechnology without restraint and thinks global warming is a hoax.  I'm not sure that's a reasonable starting point for someone to consider sustainable practices, do you?).    Bailey argues that food miles are a bad way to judge...

I belong to a listserv of people who study food and this morning I posted an article that was in the New York Times about how the current nutrition obesity war climate has meant that many schools are banning bake sales as fundraisers. I just got this email from my friend Charlotte, who said: Check out the second picture in the article ...there is a woman teaching a kindergarten class about "good foods" versus "bad foods". Apparently chocolate is a bad food, and its at war with sushi, which is a good food. And ice cream is a BAD food? Who knew. I thought it was yum yum GOOD and full of healthy things like MILK. I was so distressed by the good V. bad lesson and then I realized that it's from the very same school where Saskia will probably be going ...! Here is what I wrote back to her and our other friends: Ah, California, where sushi is good but gay marriage is not. When Zoe was little (Esme was probably too small to remember it much) we used to do what ...

Pumpkins for Change My apologies for my absence.  Perhaps I can backtrack at some point and talk about the bat mitzvah, cooking for 100 people, having all the Massachusetts people, the Pennsylvania people, and the families from all over in one place, watching Zoe rock out in amazing style, and all the rest.  There are even a bunch of dog stories with philosophical underpinnings that are begging to be told.       But right now it's the culmination of living in Pennsylvania in this presidential election year that has dominated my thinking, breathing, feeling self.   Perhaps, also, it's the long term effect of having my personal political history dominated by Bushes and Reagan, of living in NH and PA and watching people vote on self interest rather than collective good, and of missing Massachusetts, where progressive is a good word. I can't describe how we felt last night, watching Obama become presidential.  I almost never speak of a "we," especially in terms of fee...

Costco, the Partition of India,  a Bat Mitzvah, and a Box of Clothes                                                                                                                          I keep saying I'm going to keep these posts short, but they're not. I have, as of five minutes ago, finally finished the endless freelance project that will, I hope, pay some of my bills and, more likely, cover the expenses of my daughter's upcoming bat mitzvah.  Which is, like, NEXT WEEK.   But before I put this curriculum-writing-induced migraine to bed so I can wake up fresh and make a round of phone calls to find a karaoke machine, a chocolate pudding cake, extra queen sized sheets (where ARE they? I know we had more), unemployment benefits, cat care appointments, and nice looking ceramic containers for the centerpieces, I had a few things to mention. Barbara Gerson, a terrific sociologist (whose book about work I read in ancient times as an undergraduate), points out that one of the...