måndag 20 maj 2013

Debate Article



In today’s Sweden it is estimated that one out of every five grocery bags brought home from the store is thrown away, according to research conducted by Lantmannen. Why? Because we lack food literacy. The modern shopping experience is confusing and often leads us to bring home a number of things we didn’t expect to purchase. Moreover, we don’t often know how to take care of the familiar things. My roommate habitually throws away milk at midnight if the carton has reached its best-before date. What kind of culture has produced people who believe that the numbers on a carton hold some magical power over the contents, can reveal the secrets of food’s quality and freshness better than our own noses and taste buds can? We fetishize best-before dates while discounting our own experiences and the knowledge given by our senses.
The way that we waste food, the carefree way in which we throw away milk, allow vegetables to rot in our crisper drawers, cook more than we can eat and let the leftovers go to the dumpster, is a symptom of a wider problem, a disconnection from nature and our rootedness to the planet. David Suzuki writes in his book The Sacred Balance about the importance of soil, and the shrinking availability of arable soil (148). Soil is priceless, he writes. The food that grows on this soil should also be priceless, yet in a country like Sweden, it clearly is not.
Suzuki also talks about recognizing the interconnectedness and immense beauty of all species, and about how unfamiliar we have become with our local environments. This unfamiliarity also breeds the trends that lead to food waste. As well he talks about the changes that have happened in so short a span of time in the West, after the war (page). Seldom have we been so unaware of where our food comes from. It is grown far away, often in lands that were ravaged, with ancient forests cut down to provide more land to raise cattle and soybeans. We eat exotic fruits almost without a second thought. Oranges were once a special treat reserved for celebrations in the shortest days of the year, and tomatoes and strawberries a delicacy worth waiting the whole year for. Now we ship them from far away, buy them and throw them away. Increased food literacy would mean understanding the environmental costs behind food, and respecting the food’s life, its natural source in the environment, as Suzuki urges us to do throughout The Sacred Balance.
How are we, as a community, to minimize food waste? Here are a few simple proposals, some a greater challenge than others, all aimed towards long-term results. 1) The popularity of community gardens has skyrocketed in recent years, but as Suzuki notes, those who are introduced to nature at a young age are more likely to pursue this connection as adults (45). Therefore, I propose that not only should all towns in Sweden offer the possibility of community gardens to adults, but also vegetable gardening must be introduced as a mandatory part of the primary school curriculum, with plots set aside on the school grounds. Teach children early where their food comes from and show them that we are capable of raising it ourselves, what a miracle! We are nearing the end of the UN Decade of Education for Sustainable Development (2005-14) and this proposal is one way of meeting the goal of “having a different vision of the world.” The UN paper states that educational programs must be reoriented and have the goals of building public understanding and providing practical training. An elementary school gardening curriculum meets these goals perfectly. 2) Taxes should be introduced on foods shipped from abroad at great environmental cost, and on foods with intensive farming practices. It should become a clear choice for consumers to choose locally raised organic beef, rather than beef raised abroad or raised on intensively farmed soy that was grown in the rainforests. As Marta Cullberg-Weston argues, it takes regulation to make change, in some cases. 3) Finally, a systemic change in our relationship to food must come about. We must stop thinking about food as a commodity owned by big processors and chain stores and see it as an intimate part of our relationship with the earth, something to be nurtured and respected, not bought and sold to the highest bidder.

onsdag 3 april 2013

fawn/faun

Late last spring I saw a baby fawn (faun?) frolicking with it's mother in the grass beside a country road, and since then have become more or less obsessed with faun things - despite never being completely sure how to spell it - which is the colour and which the baby deer? At any rate, here are my faun-favourites from etsy.

Little Fawn - Fine Art Watercolor Print - 5x7 - woodland. deer. whimsical. nature. animal. earthy. baby animal. cute. green. red.




As a matter of principal, I am suspicious of anything etsy described as 'whimsical'. But I would so love to have this little fawn on my wall. From Jessie Barber.

Letterpress note cards 10 pk - Fawn
Fawn notecards from papillon press. Imagine how lovely it would be to write notes on these!

Amigurumi Crochet Pattern - Fawn
I would love to crochet this little guy. Pepika.  

måndag 1 april 2013

Who I follow on flickr

I love flickr, although I haven't uploaded very much lately due to a string of camera problems. Instead, I've mostly just been looking. Here are some of the people I follow:

just take five +5
DESENHADORA
Cecilia Murgel is an artist, lives in Brasil and posts scans of her psychedelic, colour-saturated illustrations and journal entries full of cats, hammocks and beautifully meandering lines of text.


My Style : Mod Times
La vie c'est yeye: Izzy lives in Montreal, went to fashion school, and takes pictures of her supercool 60s-inspired outfits (and those of her partner, too) and their super-groovy 60s apartment. 


_cassia_  : dreamy still-lifes of books and telephones in perfectly muted pastels.Her photos are not shareable, but go look! They are so wonderful.

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Yvette Inufio: lots of whites, beautiful light, and interesting details. Like _cassia_, her photos make me think of languid summer afternoons, old rooms and magic-realist stories.

söndag 31 mars 2013

the strongest girl in the world

I love going to the gym now. Not so much for the workout itself, but more because I'm amazed that I do it at all, and at what I can do when there. As a kid I hated gym class. I never learned to swim properly because at lessons I'd offer to let other kids go ahead of me in the line for the diving board, among other tricks for staying as dry as possible. The only time I can recall being yelled at by a teacher was when I let a kid in gym class take all my turns for me (it was some kind of ball-throwing practice) while I sat on the sidelines and played with dandelions. And any sport that involved a field was a disaster - during baseball and football games I'd gaze idly at the clouds instead of the game.

In short, I've never thought of myself as particularly physically active. The things I do at the gym now - running a few kilometers on the treadmill, or lifting weights, are not so remarkable, but every time I see that I've managed to lift ten or twenty kilograms with my own two arms, or that I've been running for over ten minutes without giving up, it seems incredible.

I've always thought of myself as a bookish sort, lost in daydreams or curled up in the library. I could never have imagined myself at the gym, of my own free will, lifting weights, running, cycling until my legs burn. It's so lovely to find out what you really can do, after all.

onsdag 27 mars 2013

vintage party

 

Once a week I broadcast a radio show on Uppsala student radio. (You can listen live at www.studentradion.com every wednesday at 8pm) I play music from the 40s-60s, music for dancing and for impromptu kitchen parties and for sunny afternoons. Tonight's show is about music from France. Here's the playlist:



Follow me on spotify for more, my username is dawnanthony.

bisous!

afternoon

I love being home alone in the afternoon. It's always so sunny (or else cozily rainy or snowy) and quiet, and you get to enjoy the satisfying feeling of being home when everyone else is working or in class.



The mug is from when I was staying in New York, just a block from Zabar's - the world's best grocery store - in a small old hotel without a dining room. I bought a mug for two dollars and a box of tea and walked to Zabar's every morning for bialys and fresh bagels and yoghurt and fruit, then had breakfast in my hotel room while watching strange American talk shows on television. It was wonderful.

tisdag 26 mars 2013

lunch a la francaise

I have a sort of hobby of collecting cookbooks from the library. I like to take them home to live with me for a few weeks and look through them for food inspiration.

Here are some I have right now.

The French one (Modern fransk husmanskost) is a bit of a tease, the recipes are all so full of courgettes and peppers and tomatoes and other sun-loving vegetables that don't taste very good so far north at this time of year. It makes me long for summer. Or Marseilles. But I found a couple that looked like something I could do today.

Crottins de chèvre gratinés (chevre toasts) and petis pois à la francaise.

Groceries look nicest all together in a heap. The air around me smelled like basil the whole way home from the store. Heavenly.


Toasts ready for the oven. 

 

The finished product. So unbelievably good! Best lunch ever!

måndag 25 mars 2013

waffle day

March 25th is waffle day here in Sweden! I love all food-related holidays.

I celebrated by starting the day with breakfast in bed.

Then I went to the gym. No pictures of that, there was nothing nice to see there!

Waffles for lunch!

Then I went out with this guy for a walk. It's wonderful having a little doggy for a neighbour.


A sunny day, it finally felt like spring!



söndag 24 mars 2013

preparing for spring

It's grey but warmish outside - a whole degree above zero. The snow is finally melting! I've said it before and I'll say it again: I adore snow and winter but by March 25th, even I'm ready for it to end. I just want to stop needing my winter boots, really, they are starting to give me blisters.

Here is what I need for spring, from etsy:

Golden Hamsa bracelet with brown string






















this super delicate hamsa bracelet from gold of jerusalem

Schlep Definition Passover tote bag yiddish jewish humor market carry all

a Schlep tote from raven's thread

Wild Flowers - Flower photography, spring decor, botanical art, feminine art, pink, green, white 8x8 Print
wild flower print from lola's room

Gold Bumble Bee Bobby Pins - The Original Hair Pins Featured on Etsy, Pinterest & Tumblr

bumblebee bobby pins from elizabeth perry 

60s Dress Cigarette Pants Shorts Pattern McCalls 7212 Bust 34 Mad Men

new outfits from pattern matters

lördag 23 mars 2013

Earth hour

Tonight I stayed in with a headache (sad!) and we turned our lights out for earth hour. It's the first time I've done it, every other year I seem to forget and then feel guilty afterwards, when I remember.


We played cards. First a round of Uno, but it was impossible to see the colours properly. 

The bathroom is quite cozy with candles lit up.

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10 saker jag tycker om - 10 things I like

summer foods

-Walking on frozen-over lakes
-When you are outside and look up just at the moment snow starts to fall. This is, perhaps, best appreciated in December rather than March, but for me it never loses its charm
-Napping early in the afternoon.
-In principle, I am a vegetarian. I don't buy meat at the store, I tell people I'm a vegetarian, I take the meatless option on airplanes and at dinners. But I adore hamburgers. They're my great weakness.
-fabric stores
-James Taylor (there's a part of me that's about 50 years old, hiding in there somewhere, listening to James Taylor and mooning)
-matzo brei. Here's a recipe. It's hard to recreate in Sweden.
-being joined by Joakim after going to bed alone. Fitting myself in between his arms and falling back asleep.
-a hot water bottle on a cold night.
-raspberries.

chocolate almond cake

9 saker jag tycker mindre om - 9 things I like rather less
- trying to find matzah in Sweden
-getting out of the shower or bath. Being in there is lovely, but climbing out all damp and chilly is one of the worst things I know.
-take-out coffee cups with leaky lids, and no matter what I do, how tightly I try to put the lid on, they drip scalding little splashes of coffee over my hands all the way to work
-cold, tasteless winter tomatoes
-boarding trains while carrying suitcases. I always think a porter will come up behind me and tell me I should be ashamed for packing so much more than I can carry
-graffiti on lovely buildings. It's not so much the graffiti itself I mind, it's just that if it doesn't work with the building, if the building is lovely and pastel-coloured, for example, I think the graffiti ought to go somewhere else.
-when I think there is one sip left in the glass, one chip left in the bag, one more square of chocolate - and then it's not there after all
-library fines.
-pulling the receipt from an ATM. Awful sound.


8 bloggar jag läser - 8 blogs I read
Clara
niotillfem
Emily Dahl
soule mama
a clock without hands  (this was my favourite blog for ages, not really updated anymore, but thankfully with archives intact)
the girl who married a bear
posie gets cozy
Elsa

view over paris

7 saker jag vill göra i framtiden - 7 things I want to do in the future
-live in Paris
-speak perfect Swedish - or at least stop worrying about, and feeling self-conscious of, my grammatical mistakes, my accent, everything.
-go to Argentina and Japan
-have a horse
-learn to play the banjo
-live in New York for just a while
-write a whole book.

6 saker jag är rädd för - things I'm scared of
-in my waking hours I am not afraid of spiders, but sometimes I wake half-way up in the night and believe that all shadows are giant spiders, dangling over my bed, and then I'm just terrified.
-global warming
-children and very small animals - I like them but I'm afraid I will stumble and step on them. I'm awfully clumsy.
-getting so old that I don't know who I am anymore.
-that I never will be perfect in Swedish, or any other language besides English
-tuberculosis. this one is rather irrational but as a child I consumed a steady diet of Victorian literature and the fear of becoming consumptive has rather stuck with me.

5 platser jag tycker om att vara på - 5 places I like to be
-relaxing/hiding/reading/napping in the stacks at Scott Library at York University, in Toronto. At the end of my first year at York I was having a terrible time with my roommate and spent as long as I possibly could at school, mostly in the library, tucked into a corner on the third floor where hardly anyone went, beside books on Buddhism and with my bag for a pillow against the radiator.
-in Ekonomikumparken on Valborg, sharing a blanket and a bottle of champagne and a basket of strawberries at ten in the morning or so
-in the middle of Uppsala, surrounded by pastel-coloured 18th century architecture, with a view of the pink castle and the cathedral and the trees over the river.
-in a basement pub with friends, two beers in.
-in New York, around W 80th and Broadway, where all the restaurants are Kosher and all the buildings are of beautiful brown brick with enticing stairwells and moss on the sidewalks, where you walk and walk and can't believe how normal yet mystifying it is that here you are on Broadway, here you are on Amsterdam Avenue, eating a bagel like it's no thing.


4 ord som beskriver mig - 4 words that describe me
-independent
-loud
-happy
-imaginative

Smultron

3 saker jag ser fram emot - 3 things I'm looking forward to
-finding wild strawberries in summer
-taking a long, long bike ride out to the lake
-five good friends arriving from Germany for a visit in just two weeks!

The Royal Tenenbaums

2 bra filmer - 2 good movies
-Our Idiot Brother
-The Royal Tenenbaums

1 bra låt - 1 good song
-The Bel-Aire Girls – Tonight You Belong To Me


listan har jag hittat via den fina niotillfem och hannapee
1,  2,  3 , 4 ,5

fredag 22 mars 2013

a small cat

Joakim and his brother each have a cat they got as children, Tarzan and Baghera.


Today Baghera, his brother's cat, was put to sleep. He was old, and ill. Still I can't stand it. Such a small, soft little coal-black kitty. In this picture he's staring rather devilishly, but in he really was so sweet and patient. At Christmas I gave him all the bits of cheese and salami he wanted, the little beggar, and I'm so glad I did.

onsdag 20 mars 2013

listing books

I have been surprisingly faithful in keeping up a list of books read, which I began in August 2009 when I moved to Sweden and was stuck in bed with a terrible cold and no internet connection for a few days. I had some books and a new laptop with OneNote installed, so when I'd finished all the books and had nothing else to do I turned to playing with it, and started a list of the books I'd read. I've always been keen on keeping lists, but never have I been so dedicated as with this list. As of today I'm only on book 165, which doesn't seem like much, but bear in mind that in between books I've read probably thousands of pages of articles and chapters of things for school, which didn't make it on the list.

And what is book 165? Dodie Smith's The Town in Bloom. I've been on a D Smith kick lately, this is the third novel by her I've read in the last few weeks, and the last one our library has by her. I love her clever females, her invariably kind but imperfect men, and her reasonably happy endings. I like a bit of trouble in my novels as much as anyone, but I can't stand it when books end with everything gone all wrong, just for the sake of 'realism.' It's been my experience that things quite often turn out more or less acceptably, after all.

tisdag 19 mars 2013

waiting

It snowed again today, a spring snow. I'm glad because the snow we have has been lying around, getting frozener and frozener and more and more dirty. It's nice to have a little fresh powder on top. Waiting for spring to come to Sweden can be a bit trying sometimes. It takes patience. You can't get too excited by the first sight of sun and longer days, as I always do. You just have to wait. And wait. But the waiting has its own sweetness. When spring does come, when you really do see that first something green pushing its way in to life, the feeling is quite extraordinary. You really feel a sense of accomplishment, that you've survived something, that this new thing called spring really is quite special. The months of darkness, the weeks of sunny, bitterly cold days, that one 'last' late snowfall that always seems to be followed by yet another, are actually the best part.

Saving wishes.


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