Organic vs Corporate Agriculture

Time to Stop Worrying and Learn to Love Industrial Agriculture?

—By Tom Philpot

At a grain elevator in Illinois, corn is loaded into trucks, on the way to being turned into meat, ethanol, or corn syrup. Pete Zaria/Flickr

Like a good buffet, Nature‘s recent meta-analysis comparing the productivity of industrial and organic agriculture offered something for every taste.

For enthusiasts of large-scale, chemical-intensive agriculture, there was this headline finding: Yields on organic farming—the amount of crop produced per acre—are on average 25 percent lower than those of industrial farming.

And for biodiversity fans like me, the study had a caveat: Most of organic’s so-called yield penalty lies in grain crops like wheat; for fruit and some vegetables, organic ag is nearly (but not quite) as productive as its chemical-laced counterpart.

It was interesting to see how the story played around the web. Time‘s Bryan Walsh, who has been a critic of Big Food in the past, saw the study as the occasion to stop worrying and learn to love industrial agriculture—or at least marvel at its efficiency. “Whole Food Blues: Why Organic Agriculture May Not Be So Sustainable,” declared Walsh’s headline. “Conventional farming gets more and more crop per sq. foot of cultivated land—over 170 bushels of corn per acre in Iowa, for example—which can mean less territory needs to be converted from wilderness to farmland,” he wrote. (Parke Wilde of Food Policy has a good rejoinder to Walsh.)

Meanwhile, according to veteran New York Times climate reporter Andy Revkin, the Naturestudy actually makes a strong case for it. The paper points to a “hybrid path in agriculture,” Revkin wrote, one “incorporating both industrial-style production and organic practices where they make sense.” Given how relatively little land is devoted to organic ag both globally and here in the United States, Revkin’s reading would mean significantly expanding organic ag.

What do I take away from the Nature paper? I think it’s too narrow in scope to offer many insights at all.

First of all, it’s important to understand what the researchers did. They rounded up all the rigorously documented studies, both domestic and global, they could find that compared organic yields and conventional yields (66 studies met their criteria) and averaged them out. The only focus was gross output per acre—no consideration of, say, ecological trouble likethe plight of honeybees and other pollinators in a sea of pesticide-laced crops, or resources consumed, like synthetic nitrogen fertilizer, which is made with natural gas. So, despite what Walsh wrote, the study didn’t really tell us much about the relative efficiency of the systems beyond output per chunk of land. Viewed through the study’s yield-per-acre lens, industrial agriculture looks hyperefficient, and organic like a laggard.

And indeed, big farms in Iowa—the example Time‘s Walsh pointed to—do produce mountains of corn per acre. But dig a little deeper, and the picture muddies. The authors note that conventional ag produces high yields through abundant use of synthetic nitrogen fertilizer. But they don’t account for the fact that nitrogen runoff from farms generate also contributes to a massive annual dead zone that snuffs out a swath of what should be a highly productive fishery in the Gulf of Mexico. Such externalities, as economists call them, are not accounted for in the study.

Moreover, the study’s fixation on yield puts a shiny gloss on a system that actually wastes huge amounts of resources. Let’s take corn again. According to the National Corn Growers Association (NCGA), more than a quarter of US farmland, around 90 million acres, is typically planted in corn, more than any other crop. US corn agriculture is indeed productive—our farmers churn out about 40 percent of the globe’s entire corn crop each year. If the aim was to use those calories efficiently, we’d focus on consuming them directly—in, say, the form of corn bread, polenta, tortillas, or cereal.

How much do we consume directly of this bountiful crop? According to NCGA’s figures from 2010, less than 2 percent. More than 40 percent of it goes into the mouths of animals we then consume, in the process squandering huge amounts of resources. According to Earth Policy Institute, it takes seven pounds of grain to produce a pound of beef—the rest is lost to the huge parts of the carcass we don’t consume. Pork and chicken are more efficient, but it still requires four pounds and two pounds, respectively, of grain to produce a pound of their meat.

Another third of the corn crop or so goes to ethanol, bypassing our stomachs and gushing into our gas tanks instead (and delivering little or no net energy in the process). Nearly 20 percent is exported to other countries, mainly as livestock feed. The rest goes into products like high-fructose corn syrup and other sweeteners—leaving, again, just 2 percent for direct consumption.

Keep in mind, as you ponder the frivolous uses to which we put our biggest crop, that US corn is a massive user of agrichemicals. Using gross yield as a lens to judge the efficiency of our corn crop is like gauging the health of a steroid-addled bodybuilder by measuring his biceps.

Moreover, by focusing on yield, the authors presume that maximizing production should be the chief goal for ag policymakers. But as the eminent agriculture development expert Hans Herren, president of the Millennium Institute, told me, the globe’s farms are already producing 4,600 calories per day—enough in gross terms to support a population twice as large as the current one.

“We don’t need to grow more food, we need to shift what we grow, where we grow it, and who grows it,” Herren told me. He said that in places like Africa, East Asia, and South America, crop yields could be doubled “almost overnight” if farmers had the training and infrastructure to proper organic and/or low-input farming. Their crops yields might still lag behind, say, those of industrial-scale corn farmers in Iowa. “But they wouldn’t need all of those inputs [like fertilizer and pesticides], and they’d produce more than enough food,” he said. As for the United States and Europe, “they would do well to grow less food and focus more on things like improving quality and building soil.”

And even in terms of gross yield per acre, the Nature study might be misleading. Matthew Dilllon of Seed Matters, an expert on organic seeds, reminded me that seeds play a huge role in determining yields. Conventional farmers use seed varieties that are well adapted to great lashings of synthetic fertilizers, pesticides, and irrigation water, bolstered by decades and billions of dollars in research, much of it publicly funded. The availability and quality of seeds bred for organic farming is improving, but organic seed research remains in its infancy. “Most organic farmers are [still] using seed bred for conventional systems, or seed that has not been improved at all,” Dillon wrote.

Dillon pointed me to research from a team at Washington State University looking at the yield effect of using seeds adapted to organic agriculture. The study authors looked at wheat—a crop that the Nature paper identified as one that badly lags in yield for organic producers. They found organically managed fields planted with adapted seeds delivered yields as high as 31 percent over similar fields planted in unadapted seeds. Their conclusion:

With crop cultivars bred in and adapted to the unique conditions inherent in organic systems, organic agriculture will be better able to realize its full potential as a high-yielding alternative to conventional agriculture.

This raises a key issue: the paucity of funds we invest in organic research. According to thelatest numbers I’ve seen, 4 percent of the food consumed in the United States—and 11 percent of the fruits and vegetables—is organic. How much of the USDA’s research budget is devoted to organic research, including projects like developing proper organic seed lines? Less than 1 percent, the National Sustainable Agriculture Coalition Ferd Hoefner recently told me. The other 99 percent goes to industrial ag—yet another de facto public subsidy to the agrichemical industry.

I fear that a lot of policy makers and pundits will glance at the Nature study and conclude that at least the agricultural part of our food system isn’t broken and doesn’t need fixing. They’re wrong.

(From Mother Jones)
 

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Karamea Ministry of Red Tape # 9

A New Zealand Government Department Authorised by a Covertly Ambiguous and Deliberately Rhetorical Act of Parliament Compounded by a Subtly Implied Royal Consent to Receive Official Complaints. 
 

Karamea Ministry of Red Tape: Staff

Office Manager:  Red Scarlett

Senior Complaints Officer:  Rasta Reuben Jafa

Manager’s Secretary:  Kazinka

 

Karamea Ministry of Red Tape Offices, Market Cross
Monday April 20th April 2012

Celia

Celia:   Toodle ooh!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:  Can I help you madam?

Celia: Yes!! I have just completed my grocery shopping and I am so outraged I wish to let the world know how angry I am!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:  You wish to record a complaint???

Celia:   Yes of course!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:    An official complaint???

Rasta Reuben Jafa

Celia:   Extraordinary!!!You distinguish between complaints and official complaints??

Rasta Reuben Jafa:  Yes of course. A simple complaint can be extinguished by the simple exercising of your uvula. An official complaint requires justification, information, administration, notification, and rectification!

Celia:   Sounds expensive!!

Reuban Jafa:  Indeed!! Now please avail me of the nature of your complaint. Miss ……Miss?????

Celia:   Fatbottom!!!  Countess Celia Malleable Fatbottom the Third!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Wow! You are a countess!!!

Celia:   From the House of Winza!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:  Now, what is so outrageous about your complaint that the Minister of Red Tape needs to be informed???

Celia:   Look in deep my shopping basket of goodies!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Mmmm!!!

Celia:   Not my cleavage you scoundrel!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Oh, but so hypnotic!!!

Celia:   Look at this can of baked beans!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Yes??

Celia:   Baked Beans my big toe! These beans were boiled then canned!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:    Red Alert!!!  What a revelation. You are indeed correct!

Celia:   And this!!

Rasta Reuban Jafa:   A can of pink frosted whipped cream!!

Celia:  Yes! For my pussy!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:  (cough cough)  Of course!! And??

Celia:   Read the label Ein Stein!  Contains artificial sweetener B52!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:    Mmmm!  My favourite!!

Celia:    To add insult to injury, this can of cat food shows an airbrushed photo of an innocent fluffy white lamb with cutesy wootsey pink eyes looking towards Mecca!!!!!!

innocent fluffy white lamb

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Mmmm! Obviously …???

Celia:    Obviously butchered Halal!!!! I am a Christian and now I could not possibly eat this for breakfast!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Scandalous!!  I need to make an official notation for our records!!

Celia:    Now look at this purchase!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   A bulk party pack of edible birthday balloons!!!

Celia:   How foolish are the blind, for they will not see! No, these are prophylactics!!! They are for my pussy!!

Celia’s Pussy

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Pink frosted whipped cream and edible condominiums!!  Interesting!! By the way, I am free for dinner tonight!!

Celia:  Oh no! Ferdinand detests strangers!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Ferdinand???

Celia:  Why yes!! My pussycat!!

Ferdinand

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Of course!!  Silly me!!!

Celia:  Now look at this purchase rather closely young man!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Problem?? The prophylactics are preowned??? inedible???

Celia:   You are such a fool!! Now read the label. “Flavours contain artificial sweetener B52!!”

RRJ:    Yowser! You have uncovered a highly dangerous multinational conspiracy!!

Celia:   Bullseye!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:     Mmmm! What exotic flavours for condominiums!!  Catmint, pickled herring and rhubarb!! Such felicitous felines!!

Celia:  What is the fee for my Official Complaint??

Rasta Reuben Jafa:  I will consult The Karamea Ministry of Red Tape Complaints Manual. Mmmm!  Here we go!!  Official Comp F111. “ Senile old trout with no teeth and excessive nasal hair makes frivolous complaint about artificial sweetener B52 contained  in edible prophylactics and can of pink frosted whipped cream!” $5,000!!

Celia:  Oooh! I forgot to shave my nose this morning!!

Rasta Reuban Jafa:  Silly question Mistress Fatbottom! Why XXXL edible condominiums for your pussycat!

Celia:  Oh! Ferdie is hung like a horse! As a responsible pet owner I do not  want Ferdie populating the neighbourhood with unwanted kittens!

Rasta Reuban Jafa:  And ..  um … the whipped cream!!??

Celia:   For my pussy!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   (cough cough) I prefer not to be indelicate, but perchance there is some ambiguity in that statement!!??

Celia:   Not at all!  Ferdinand is addicted to whipped cream lattes!

Rasta Reuban Jafa:   Oh how caring and loving you are to such a deserving creature!

(Bolshoe krasny kapusta – Bid red cabbage!!!)

Celia:    B52 has been banned by the United Nations Scientific Research Division as being hallucinogenic!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa   :   Really!!  G..a…l…o..o…s…h!!!

Celia:     Aaaaghh! You’ve eaten the evidence!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Whoa!!!!! What a trip!!!

Celia:   You cretin!!Hand me back that whipped cream before I call the authorities!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:  Barf!!!!!!!

Celia:   Aaagghhhh!!!!!!!!!

Red Scarlett:   Mother!!!!!! Your disguise as an escaped Nazi fugitive doesn’t fool me for minute!! That Adolf moustache is so passe!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:    Your mother!!!!

Red Scarlett: How did you manage to escape from the Devil’s Island Retirement Home for Serial Masticators!! I requested electrified razor wire, dobermans and 24 hour armed guards!!

Celia aka Rouge Scarlett:   I know all about the scams you pull here at this fake Government Department!  I am going to tell the PM!!

KABOOM!!!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   You just shot your mother in cold blood!!

Red Scarlett:  Oh bother! I’m such a klutz!!  I could have sworn the safety catch was on!!

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   I am shocked at your reckless disregard for human life!!

Red Scarlett:   Do you wish to make a complaint?

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Well  ..  um…   ah….. yes!!!

Red Scarlett:  An official complaint???

Rasta Reuben Jafa:   Well …um… ah… yes!!

KABOOM!!!

Red Scarlett:  Unbelievable! I’m returning this Colt 45 to the Supermarket. Why doesn’t it come with a silencer!!

***Beep, Beep***

Kazinka

Kazinka:    Da Bossski!!

Red Scarlett:  I have a secret mission for you. You will need to disguise yourself as a sanitation officer!!

Kazinka:   Will I need detergent??

Red Scarlett:    No just two body bags and a strong stomach!!

Kazinka:   Aaaaaaaghhhhhhhhhh!!!!  Aaaaaaggghhhhhh!!!!

Red Scarlett:   What ever is the matter!!??

Kazinka:   A can of Fellini’s erotic pink frosted whipped cream!!!!

Red Scarlett:    Yes??

Kazinka:  I am having tea with the Vicar on Saturday afternoon and
I ………..

Red Scarlett:  Do tell! Not Vicar Lothario???

Vicar Lothario

Kazinka:      Romeo, Romeo where for art thou Romeo!!

Red Scarlett:    Kazinka! Please be discreet! The Karamea Ministry of Red Tape has standards of decorum to maintain!

Kazinka:   Cough cough!!

Red Scarlett:   What now??

Kazinka:    Could I possibly have the prophylactic devices as well!!

Red Scarlett:   Right! Three “Hail Bloody Marys” and no pork sausage on Friday!!!

Kazinka:    Starushka!! It’s a deal!!

Red Scarlett

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Kiwi Champ Sends German Hippy Home a Loser

SJELAGJ Restores Rongolian Chess Honour

By Paul Murray

April 19, 2012

Rongo Chess Pavillion, Karamea, New Zealand: In an atmosphere palpable with excitement, expectation, anticipation and a tinge of fear, the crowd at Rongo Backpackers & Gallery in Karamea were treated to an epic chess battle between titleholder Andreas “Andi” Diller from Germany and local boy Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson, who was desperate to reclaim the Chess Champ title he lost to Diller earlier this year.

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Both contenders opened timidly sniffing each other out and nervously testing the respective form and ploy of their opponent across the chequerboard. Jackson appeared particularly stressed as the weight of Rongolian expectation, the goal of restoring personal pride by reclaiming the title he lost to Diller in February 2012 marked his face with deep lines. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead on a mild Autumn evening in the Democratic Freedom of Rongolia as he approached the game with and fierce determination and intense concentration.

Andreas "Andi" Diller (left) and Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson vie for chess glory at the Rongo Chess Pavilion at Rongo Backpackers & Gallery in Karamea, New Zealand.

Conversely, Diller was relaxed, convivial and calmly focussed as he joked with the crowd and openly taunted his opponent with the confidence of a Champion who has nothing to prove. Diller worked the room and was clearly the crowd favourite, whereas Jackson was all business, stoic, humourless and Russian-like in his approach to the game.

Mr Cool Andi Diller and Mr Ice Jackson Square off in the Rongo Chess Pavilion for the Rongo Chess Champion Title Match on Thursday April 19, 2012.

In Game One of the best of three, Jackson sought first blood and opened quickly and had a check manoeuvre on his opponent in three moves, Diller managed to avoid trouble and both players then settled into defensive mode with a slow, deliberate approach to the game. Almost an hour in, the board was still evenly arranged and the game was anyone’s for the taking, however, Diller steadily cornered Jackson and eventually forced him into retirement…Game One: Diller.

Game Two saw Jackson come our fighting, he was straight into an aggressive attack on Diller’s positions…Diller maintained a defensive stance that was eventually overcome by the relentless attack from the Kiwi challenger Jackson, who claimed Game Two in quick time.

Jackson began to win the crowd over to his side. A visiting Australian began plying Diller with fine single malt Scotch whiskey and urging him to remove his hat to show everyone his dreadlocked hair…Diller eventually complied and on removing his hat, the magic of his game seemed to evaporate…Jackson gained the ascendancy of the battle at that point and went into overdrive.

Hatless, Diller seemed to lose his power

Jackson Gains Upper Hand as Hatless Diller Succumbs to Crowd Pressure and Booze.

Game Two Jackson: Kiwi Challenger Jackson levels the contest one all and affords himself a smile, the first of the competition for the stoic former champion.

Jackson continued on his winning way, quickly wraping up the third and deciding game to reclaim the title from his worthy opponent Diller, who will return to Germany a loser, but with the knowledge that he was once, albeit briefly, the Chess Champion of Rongolia.

The Russian-like Jackson was last seen in a state of drunken undress, upside down in a gutter, covered in his own excrement and vomit howling at the moon as he celebrated his win in the unique way fans all over the world have come to expect of him. Diller is on his way home to Germany, defeated but with the respect of the people of Rongolia…well done and thanks Andreas, you are not the champion, but you are a champion.

Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson reclaims Rongolian Chess Championship.

Jackson Begins a Long Night of Celebration Russian Style

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Fight Night Update

Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson Training for the Big ReMatch tonight at the Rongo Chess Pavillion it’s FIGHT NIGHT SportsFans!

Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson Training for the Big ReMatch tonight at the Rongo Chess Pavillion it’s FIGHT NIGHT SportsFans!

Reigning Rongo Chess Champion Andi Diller practices the French Defense ahead of his title rematch tonight at Rongo…It’s FIGHT NIGHT…Rongo Chess Challenge is ON!!

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REMATCH: Rumble in Rongolia

German Champ Returns to Defend Chess Title

By Paul Murray

April 19, 2012

Karamea, New Zealand: Rongolian Chess Champion Andreas Diller arrived at Rongo Backpackers & Gallery in Karamea on the West Coast of the South Island of New Zealand yesterday to defend the chess title he claimed in February 2012.

Diller grabbed the title and the prize of free accommodation at Rongo after cunningly working with double agents from Sweden and England, who piled the then titleholder Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson with hard liqour prior to the match. The thoroughly pickled Jackson was an easy mark for the wily German challenger, who claimed with the championship prize through rat cunning rather than genuine genius and chess mastery, but, in this gloves-off, lawless cage-fight battle of wits and intellect, anything goes and Diller was a worthy winner. Jackson will no doubt have his full arsenal of acumen on board as he attempts to overcome his embarrassment and reclaim the title he considers to be rightfully his…this is going to get UGLY sports fans!

Andreas Diller (right) claims the title of Rongolian Chess Champion from Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson, who held the coveted gong for three years.

Diller appeared calm and relaxed after a two-month break during which he travelled around New Zealand basking in the glory of wresting the title from resident Rongo chess aficionado Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson (aka Samson Jesus Elijah) earlier this year. Diller was composed, comfortable as he worked the crowd and appeared to be complacently drinking heavily ahead of the rematch.

In stark contrast to Diller’s confident demeanour, Jackson seemed somewhat discombobulated when confronted by Diller on the eve of the championship bout, which is scheduled for the evening of April 19 in the Rongo Chess Pavillion.

Challenger Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson taunts Champ Andi Diller ahead of the rematch for the Rongolian Chess Champ title on April 19, 2012

The two chess specialists confronted each other at the DJ Crap and the Big Man Blues Show at a bonfire outside Karamea Radio 107.5 FM and a heated verbal exchange ensued with much bravado and hubris shown by both title contender and defender.

The competition looks HOT for the rematch with a good crowd booked in to watch the title defense…stay tuned for further details as the challenger’s gauntlet is laid before the defender.

Rongolian Chess Champ Andreas Diller (with the support of the crowd) responds to taunts from Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson and said, "Who's the Champ Loser?"

Fight Night is scheduled for April 19, 2012 at Rongo Championship Chess Pavillion 130 Waverley Street Karamea…doors open at 6:00 p.m. and the action starts following the singing of the German National Anthem at 7:00 p.m. Tickets available at the door.

Samson Jesus Elijah Lewis Arthur Gordon Jackson responds with, “We’ll see who’s a loser pal…just be on time and make sure you’ve got plenty of tissues to mop up your loser tears…loser.” GAME ON in KARAMEA!!!!!!
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More DREADFUL Album Covers

 

 

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Album Covers that are just WRONG!

Quim

Ken - By Request Only

All my friends are dead

My Pussy Belongs To Daddy

The Handless organist - Truly a Miracle of God

My lips are for blowing

Foster Edwards' Orchestra - What's Next?

From: http://blog.tastebuds.fm Thanks!
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Busy Day for the StormTroopers

Storm trooper activities.

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The Green Thing

In the line at the supermarket, the cashier told an older woman that she

should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good
for the environment.

The woman apologized to him and explained, “We didn’t have the green
thing back in my day.”

The clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did
not care enough to save our environment.”

She was right — our generation didn’t have the green thing in its day.

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to
the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and
sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and
over. So they really were recycled.

But we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every
store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t
climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two
blocks.

But she was right. We didn’t have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby’s nappies because we didn’t have the
throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling
machine burning up 240 volts — wind and solar power really did dry
the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or
sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that old lady is right; we
didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every
room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief
(remember them?), not a screen the size of movie theatre screen.

In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have
electric machines to do everything for us.

When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used a wadded
up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.

Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn petrol just to cut
the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised
by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on
treadmills that operate on electricity.

But she’s right; we didn’t have the green thing back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup
or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water.
We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we
replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the
whole razor just because the blade became dull.

But we didn’t have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their
bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour
taxi service.

We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets
to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget
to receive a signal beamed from satellites 3,000 kilometres out in space in
order to find the nearest pizza joint.

Isn’t it interesting that the current generation laments how wasteful we old
folks were just because we didn’t have the green thing back then?

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