Saving Bambi, and an Heirloom Tomato or Two

Our eating habits, it seems, along with just about everything else we do, are destroying the planet. Biodiversity is disappearing in our food supply, according to the New York Times Idea of the Day for July 24. Tamas Dezso of the Times Week in Review quotes Emily Badger in Miller-McCune magazine: “…today, 99 percent of turkeys eaten in America come from a single breed, the Broad-Breasted White… More than 80 percent of dairy cows are Holsteins and 75 percent of pigs come from just three breeds.”

It’s also true of fruits and vegetables. The Times summarizes: “while there used to be 15,000 varieties of apple, there now are 1,500.”

And it’s all because of consumer demand. “Biodiversity is disappearing precisely because people no longer consume it,” Badger writes, “and if we would just eat endangered crops and livestock now, restoring their role in the food supply, we could save them from extinction.”

So we need to consume in order to protect.

At the same time, I’ve been thinking that it might be a good idea to thin our voracious deer population. It’s a herd of seven, plus three little guys that still have spots. They don’t eat weeds, or at least not enough of them. They do eat everything else, particularly the plants and trees that I’ve actually paid money for and planted. (I admit, I do like venison.) But now, it seems that eating them might just encourage them. Bambi saved by the New York Times and Emily Badger. Imagine: a deer saved by a badger. Sounds like The Wind in the Willows.

But seriously, let’s frequent those farmers’ markets and roadside stands, where they might just have some fruits and vegetables that haven’t been especially bred for uniformity and to withstand travel — they might just taste a little better and a little different.

For information on Farm to City farmers’ markets in the Philadelphia area, go to http://www.farmtocity.org.

Thundering for the Kids — The Flash Version

I’ve never liked motorcycles much — the noise, the exhaust fumes — raw aggression. On the highway I hear them, roaring up behind me, often two abreast, weaving in and out of traffic, going fast and loud. Or gunning their engines at stop signs. Threatening, all in black, hidden behind big, intimidating helmets or goggles. Anonymous power. Darth Vader on wheels.

Yet, on a crisp bright Sunday morning in autumn I am on Delaware Avenue in Philadelphia with thousands of bikers. Even on a beautiful sunny day, they’re big, tough, and scary. They have to be to manage the Harleys.

This is the 28th annual ABATE Run for the Kids, “America’s Largest Toy Run.” At 12:00 sharp, they will start their engines and roar out to Children’s Hospital of Pennsylvania. Each of the bikers has a toy, or more, to deliver to sick kids.

ABATE stands for Alliance of Bikers Aimed Toward Education, a national organization that lobbies for bikers’ rights and provides education and safety instruction. The ABATE run was started in 1980 to counteract their “bad guy” image. Just to look at them, there are a lot of “bad guys” on Columbus Avenue this Sunday morning, the kind of guys you wouldn’t want to find perched on the next bar stool.

Near the front is a lean man with a craggy face. On the left chest of his blue denim jacket are the words “Combat Vet” and an American flag. He’s a member of ABATE and has done the ride for many years. “For the kids,” he says, as do all the other guys I talk to. “But I can’t do it no more.” He says the noise of the ride is too much for him. Then he pauses, becomes thoughtful. “These kids,” he says, and even in the din of the motorcycles, there’s a pool of quiet around him. “These kids. Some of them won’t be here tomorrow.” He pauses again. “There was a 10-month old baby I saw once, with tubes coming out all over…” His voice trails off and he looks into the distance. “I just can’t do it no more.”

He won’t go into CHOP with the rest of the bikers. He’ll go ahead of the ride to help organize the parking, underground, where the noise — the noise that he says is too much for him — must be deafening.

So maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be perched on a bar stool next to one of these guys. But I’ll still be careful of them on the highway. For their sake, as well as mine.

All Things in Moderation

“Don’t Blame Google for Ignorance” is the title of a post from the New York Times “Idea of the Day.”

“Some say rapid Internet search is killing general knowledge, the retention of key facts, from capital cities to historic dates — long the marker of an educated mind.” Yet another way in which the Internet is dumbing us down.

The blog quotes a journalism professor, Brian Cathcart of Kingston University in London, who disagrees. Knowledge, he says, and what kinds of knowledge we need to have, are essentially moving targets, “a society’s pool of shared knowledge is ever-changing.”

And the targets have moved throughout history. Cathcart points out that when printing with movable type was invented in the 15^th century, there were predictions of doom, of the death of knowledge. In fact, to the contrary, the printing press increased the reach of knowledge and facilitated an expansion of knowledge greater than any invention since the development of standardized writing.

And speaking of writing, almost exactly 1,000 years before Gutenberg, Socrates weighed in against that then fairly new invention (he never wrote anything down himself, we have Plato to thank for transcribing his arguments). The reason? It would lead to wrong belief and misguided opinion. Writing, as opposed to oral discourse, would enable people to find ideas and opinions and think about them all on their own without guidance from a wise mentor — like, maybe, Socrates.

So, just to summarize here: In around 400 BCE, some of us worried about unchaperoned access to written knowledge and opinion. In 1460 or so AD, some of us worried about universal, unchaperoned access to printed knowledge and opinion. And now, in 2009, some of us worry about an “unmoderated” Internet, the etherized spread of knowledge and opinion.

It’s a 2,000-year trend. How on earth will ordinary people be able to tell the Internet weeds from the good stuff? Should we worry?

Images: Johannes Gutenberg, Encyclopedia Britannica Online, Jacques Louis David, "The Death of Socrates," Metropolitan Museum of Art.