Meet Me in Cincinnati

When I first read about In Vitro Meat  in Peter Diamandis and Seven Kolter’s book, Abundance I was skeptical.  Obviously, our reliance on animal based proteins in our diets  has an impact on the quality of our environmentBryan Walsh believes that, “There may be no other single human activity that has a bigger impact on the planet than the raising of livestock. “  Clearly, this fairly inefficient method of protein production and delivery is something we may need to rethink as global population reaches 7.5 billion (I realize that at our current growth rate of ~68 million people per year that link will be woefully out of date in about six months). While my hat is off to those who have developed a taste for a barley-beet-mushroom-falafel burger, I’d just as soon eat something that was never intended to look or taste like a hamburger to begin with, I mean, other than Tofurky  which was obviously never intended to taste like anything else that is edible by humans.  When I first read about the Impossible Burger  I thought, “Well, that certainly sounds well named”.  Impossible Foods bills it as a “delicious burger made entirely from plants for people who love meat”.  The fact that it is only available at four restaurants in the whole country (and I seriously doubt that number will also grow to over 7.5 billion in the next six months) made me wonder, but then the reviews started to come in and I’ll admit to being pretty eager to try it  (although not enough to fly to either coast to find one).  I don’t really expect either the Ninth or Twelfth largest beef producing states in the country to be early adopters in this area (and I suspect driving 1,900 miles to LA to try one might slightly offset the ecological impact of a single burger).  When mass adoption makes it to the halfway mark, I’d be willing to drive that far.


Dig up my Heart. I’m gonna need that again.

Before I read Mr. Capossela’s book the majority of my knowledge of Native American culture was limited to much of the same propaganda as most other kids my age growing up in the 60’s and 70’s.  Recently, it’s been my great fortune to have spent the last few years in the home of theGreat Dakota Gathering in Winona, Minnesota.  (Although my most dedicated participation has mostly been as a fan of their Old-timers  Hockey tournaments).  Luckily, my parents had the foresight to introduce us to the Leech Lake Band of Ojibwe during several summers spent in the area.  Also, the American Indian Movement (AIM) was active at the time and their takeover  (Honestly, if you only follow one link in the post, let it be that one) of the Pine Ridge Reservationtook place during a formative stage of my political development and those 71 days were really my  introduction to Civil Disobedience.  Dee Brown’s book, Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee is a wonderful preamble to Capossela’s book and came out at just the right time for me to be interested.  Every generation has its own opportunity to get involved in something.  I hope Capossela’s book will motivate a few to learn and get involved in Standing Rock in much the same way that Brown’s book caused me to sit up and pay attention to  the Second Battle of Wounded Knee in 1973 (2nd best link in this post) .

“I shall not rest quiet in Montparnasse.

I shall not lie easy at Winchelsea.

You may bury my body in Sussex grass,

You may bury my tongue at Champmedy.

I shall not be there. I shall rise and pass.

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.”

~ Stephen Vincent Benet

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What’s that Again?

I’m not sure how closely people follow the RSS feeds below but I’m drawing on one of them heavily today. (Yeah, I know the RSS feeds may be the ONLY thing some people read.) I’m also ashamed to admit that I had pulled this particular feed off the page for a few weeks because it was maybe bordering on being too political at a time that we simply wanted to focus on something else. But today I really want to remember that There is a crack in everything; that’s how the light gets in. Perhaps it is also a good day to realize that there is always hope.   A woman in my office had her first child this week and I was reminded of Kahlil Gribran saying that our children are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.  They will accomplish much that we have not but we really can’t leave these things for someone else to fix.  ON the day that Leonard Cohen passed away I can hear his words telling us that love is not a victory march,It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah. And this makes me wonder, have we simply forgotten the point of it all?

“What’s the point of Christianity if during a historic refugee crisis, Christians refuse to protect, accept, and help refugees?

What’s the point of Christianity if believers actively oppose immigrants from pursuing a better life, and promote humans beings that are created in the image of God to be detained, separated from their families, arrested, and sent back to impoverished and violent conditions?

What’s the point of Christianity if people who worship the Prince of Peace also vigorously support policies that vilify entire people groups, actively seek death, and kill tens of thousands of people each year?”

“You can safely assume you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.” Anne Lamott

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