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Happy Birthday, Jane Goodall!
And why she should win the Nobel Peace Prize
From the jungles of northern Laos

Today, my traveling (and life) companion and I spent part of our bus ride from Xishuangbanna's capital of Hong Jing to the northern Laotian provincial capital of Luang Namtha discussing what kind of letter we should write to the Nobel Peace Prize committee on the occasion of Jane Goodall's birthday.

Unfortunately, only more distinguished people than ourselves can nominate someone for a prize, so I've decided to forgo the formal letter and write this blog post instead.

Here are some reasons that my friend "Dr. Jane" should be nominated for the prize:

--bridging the gap between people, between people and animals, and people and the natural world;
--building cross-border understanding, even in hard-to-reach places like North Korea (plus the over one hundred other countries with Roots & Shoots groups);
--mobilizing a grass-roots network of committed young people to acknowledge and address key problems (Roots & Shoots);
--instilling courage in young people to stand up for what is right;
--spreading scientific understanding;
--addressing the social and environmental basis of hostility and war;
--resurrecting the International Day of Peace by turning "swords into plow shares" through symbolic and committed action, like turning bazookas into bells and flying giant peace doves around the world;

This list is incomplete and hopefully others can elaborate. The world could learn a lot with Jane Goodall as a Nobel Laureate. May this post and messages of others grow like Roots & Shoots groups and inspire others more qualified than myself to a write letters to the committee.

You can read my interviews with Dr. Jane here and here.

Labels: jane goodall, peace

Cape Jasmine Infestation
by Mole Cricket!
In Beijing Apartment

It took about a month of me wondering what was causing the soil around the Cape Jasmine (栀子花） to ball up before I decided to investigate. About a week ago I stuck my hand in the very loose soil and there something moved. Something about the size of a large cricket. And gross. I jumped back. I spotted it...stunned as I was. It kept its cool and quickly burrowed back into the soil.

I decided to leave well enough alone for about a week. But the flower being near my bed (could they get out?) and its leaves turning yellow (Cape Jasmine are naturally finicky, so no need to tempt fate), I decided to take action.

I first transplanted the bush to a new. Out popped one of the guys. I stuck it in an old Harrods Marmalade jar. (See more pictures here).

Discovering that the new pot did not drain, I filled it full of water and poked around the soil with a stick until four more of the little gremlins swam helplessly to the surface, clawing with their huge hairy claw-like forearms to some floating debris.

I began to identify with my captive vermin. I even began to pitty them in the bottom of that Harrods jar. They looked like prehistoric dogs scratching microscopic flea-like pests, or as if they could soon begin one of their fantastic mole cricket quintets.

After a night's sleep, I searched the internet and discovered their omnivorous habits were indeed killing the Cape Jasmine.

My warrentless detention of the ringleaders was indeed justified. I don't know how three of them died during the overnight holding. I imagine a midnight gladiator contest. The victors will be re-educated by the alleycat after a six flight free-fall from the balcony window.


The Raul Pop blog has a good mole cricket post with lots of pictures and videos, including this horrible glamor shot:

Then there's wikimedia common's rather pastoral scene of the beast's life cycle:


I hope the things didn't lay too many eggs in the soil.

I originally linked to the project Gutenberg.org for an image until it blocked my inline linking and now I am prevented from downloading it. If you want to see it, it comes from the ebook version of Chatterbox, 1905.

Labels: gardening, horror, houseplants, mole cricket

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Visiting Detroit
Imagining Detroit
spring 2009


Looking up?

I really doubt I agree with country singer John Rich's politics, but his song "Shuttin' Detroit Down" hits a vein. The images are real, the anger is real. The twang is real. And the song is unusually activist for a genre that usually talks about love, swigging beer and bailing hay. Here's the video. Worth it for the images and for the novelty factor:


I spent last week in Detroit. I twittered from a bus full of 7th graders and radical activists planning the 2010 US Social Forum. I argued with locals that corporations could indeed be a force for progress and "good". I met angry poets toughing it out for decades in the streets. I ate at Avalon Bread, which is one of the first "social enterprises" I'd ever read about. I stayed in the third floor of the artist mansion Trumbullplex with an old friend. I sat in a circle with 94 year old activist Grace Lee Boggs and listened to that Chinese-American tell stories to the inner city kids of her 40+ years in the city and why she thinks Detroit is a City of Hope. I tried to retrace my roots to that crumbling, forgotten city....and I discovered that the place is alive.

Detroits plains gardens are blooming. Artists are moving in from all around. Detroit's music is thriving, even 50 years after Motown. And Detroit is so poor and so self-sufficient that it's the first place in the US that's had time to more fully consider what the low-energy, post-growth boom of the afterfuture might look like.

A Detroit New article from March 13 on the appeal of D-town to artists:

"Newcomers see an unusual receptiveness in Detroit as well. 'There are so many interesting things going on here that you couldn't do in New York,' says Barlow, 'both because of cost and crowding, and the fact that everyone's overseeing everything. Whereas in Detroit, it's like, "You're trying to do that? Neat."'"

Here are some of my pics from that journey:











Now I'm back in Beijing, where a different (but no less exciting) future grows. I'm hopefully staying in the same time zone for at least a few months, so I hope if you're passing through, hope that you stop by. We've only got a few years to shuttle ourselves around cheaply on fossil fuels before olfactory-rich dialogue between mortals on different continents (and different cities) probably becomes an afterfuture luxury, and digital (probably not smell-o-vision) is our closest thing to touching the other sides of our planet.

Read also my friend Rob Goodspeed's post on Detroit and the limits of urban decline.

Labels: detroit, development, michigan, photos, sustainable development

1st 1/2 of 2009
Q1/Q2=reaping the sown
san diego, london, beijing



This morning, in my pleasant, cheap hotel in downtown San Diego with great continental breakfast (hotel occidental), after a 12 hour sleep, while studying Chinese (oh, supermemo, you're the joy of my Chinese studies and bane of my existence), I opened my .mp3 qin collection. Returning After Resigning was the second song and I surfed to find our what it meant. Qin master John Thompson provided all the backdrop:

John Thompson translates the poem by Tao Yuanming (365-427), on which the song is based, as follows:

Come away home!
My fields and garden will be full of weeds, how can I not go back?
It was myself who put my mind into bondage,
so why go on being sad and lonely?
I understand that what is already past cannot be rebuked,
but know the future's possibilities.
In fact this wrong road has not taken me so far,
and what I now realize is correct, while yesterday I was wrong.
My boat wobbles about in the light breeze,
the wind swirls as it blows my clothing.
I ask a traveler about the road ahead,
and resent that the early morning light is still dim. (silkqin.com)

So here I am at the beginning of the end of the first decade of the 21st century. Back in San Diego for the quarter taking classes in corporate strategy and the environment, non profit management, government in the era of globalization, Chinese politics, and one other (20 credits) all while working ostensibly 3/4 time (beyond full time, really) with the organization I've given my life to over the past year and a half.

There's something that makes me feel nostalgic when I'm in San Diego. I think it's the spring-like air. Every day feels like the last week of school, so it's somehow easier to tell yourself to get the work done, and then somehow easier to let the mind wander back to the dead you've left behind.

Many trips ahead. London next week. Beijing, Shanghai, Zhejiang. Back and forth. Hoping the connections I make and the work I do more than offsets the flying free for all.

Time to get our work done.

Labels: john thompson, personal, qin, san diego, update

Movie Mumbai from the Suburban Parking Lot Lagoon:
Globalization in Stereo from an American Mini Mall
in Grand Rapids, MI

The urge to type comes to me often sitting in theaters. Does anyone have links to where I can buy a silent, one-handed keypad? Or need we invent this device? Or wait for commercial scale wink sensors? Or plugs to the brain?

What a joy tonight sitting with Mom in a packed showing of "Slumdog Millionaire" in suburban West Michigan. I'd never been to a sold out show in Grand Rapids (near where I grew up). The usher made us stand up and scrunch to the center.

For some reason I suggested we buy tickets early. Then we were stranded far from the familiar in cold winter suburban parking lots of fake Italian summer cottage restaurant facades. The most appetizing was Chili's, which I commented was the whitest Mexican restaurant I'd ever been in, as most customers were eating hamburgers. I had coffee and a Corona.

The next moment we were sucked into what just might have been some of the most eye-opening depictions of India most of these crowded-in Dutch descendants had ever seen. The "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" storyline and a fab RS movie review gets movie goers in; perhaps Hollywood-style depictions of "other" people with own emotions still living in landfills will open suburban minds to the way most of the world's urb lagoons. Or maybe these scenes are just another series of war spectacle money shots lacking the immediacy I sense from interviewing Nicaraguan huelepegos children living in Managua's city dump and being robbed by their older brothers. Or Caracas at sunset with the same fear that your roommate won't come back with the key.

How the mind steers around our memories. And then back to work. That we may know our fellow humans slightly better is my wish for 2009. That I might manage my time better is my resolution. Time better managed, because we're running out of it the way we're running out of space. Bottlenecks await, my friends! Now will I to the chink in this wall and get a view of what I may.

What is the phrase? En el pais de los ciegos, el tuerto es el rey.

Estmos finalmente abriendo los ojos....

Labels: bottlenecks, globalization, movie review, suburbs

Reports from Michigan's Beaver
At the first Fox on a Hill retreat on
Beaver Island, Michigan

You'll find Miss Michigan's nicest big island tucked up in Northeast corner of Lake Michigan between the state's two pleasant peninsulas.

Before this week, I hadn't been to Beaver Island since I was about 12 (1992). As a youngster, I didn't have to say to friends, “No Beaver Island isn't a lesbian resort.”

The Emerald Isle's 60 sparsely populated square miles of people with mostly Irish ancestry have witnessed relative peace as oil, rail and timber industry ventures rolled through. The only notable exception was when James Jesse Strang and his Mormon contingent kicked them out and used a forged letter from Joseph Smith as an excuse to declare Strang sovereign of his island kingdom. King Strang was eventually killed and his followers were kicked off the island by raiding bands of Michiganders. Rumors abound that Strangian Mormons still make pilgrimages to their holy land.

Today, Beaver Island has a larger proportion of electric cars than anywhere else in the state. You get there by ferry from Charlevoix, a place of memories for me: where my then-three-year-old brother survived a swan attack and the main street where I always picture And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street take place.

This year, Fox on a Hill invited me to do a bit of joy seeking, nature communing, strategic dialoging, and music making on the founder's property on the remote southeast side. Earthwork musicians joined. We talked about meefers and plume (two great resources for the gay community—spaces to watch as they develop real, non sex-centric online gay community).

I cleared my lungs out with fresh lake air and native plants. The invasive species Mullen grows all over the island and makes a fine tea or bidi for expelling all that clogs you. I left large chunks of Beijing toxins on the forest floor. Invasive species are trying to tell us things and they're there to help.

My excuse for leaving Beijing for Michigan was to attend my cousin's wedding. A week before I left, I was comfortable with my decision to see the Olympics from afar. Then the air got clean and the cars were gone. I started to fall in. But family—getting tribal—is exactly what I needed. Life is easy with your own people.

Now I crave to go back and take in this Olympic spectacle. My good friend the dragon is throwing one hell of a party. I'll catch the last four days of what Tom Brokaw called "perhaps the most significant event in modern Chinese history" in Beijing (well, that's how I remember the quote from the Today Show). The Chinese are my people too. There's so much work to be done.

Coming up:
The NPR story: Link
Our Beaver Island EP: Link

Labels: fox on a hill, history, michigan

Roots & Shoots Day of Peace 2008
A message from the Dame
September 21, 2008, San Diego & Los Angeles

Here's a message from the dame. Thank you, my friend!



I hope to see you either in San Diego, Los Angeles, or digitally via uploaded photos.

Let's create peace in our lifetimes!

Labels: jane goodall, peace, roots and shoots

Reflections at morning rain
after yesterday's hail and the day before yesterday's sandstorms
spring's arrival in Beijing



My grandparents always talk about the weather. If dinner conversation during infrequent visits languors, the weather topic of weather looks plum. My Yorkshire colleague claims weather is required conversation at his family's dinner table. Wow, what surprise outside the window after days of sandstorms and hail that the tiles of the courtyard houses should be wet and a tree in bloom! Rain in the desert. So I turn to piddly things like updating my blog and photos of "Arm & Hatchet" baking soda packages. Good stuff.

After a late night of AA deadlines, I woke up early for an interview about the April 1 Jane Goodall UCSD event and CLC conference call. For a moment, I forgot other looming deadlines. These morning silences hunched over statistics and emails and listening to beautiful Buddhist poet-singer-song-writer-friend Daisy May forgetting my good fortuned curse of being keenly interested in these fast times are maybe the closest to what I am.

Fast (by Daisy May, from the album "Mother Moon")

I've been away from myself.
It's time to get back to what I'm used to.
All this runnin' around.
Makes it hard to do the things I need to.

Can you see the change in me?
The way that I'm worn down from all of this shifting.
Can you love something that isn't there?
All of this running around is getting me nowhere.

Fast..............................
Fast..............................

I've been entertaining thoughts of monkhood lately...before tech is embedded in the skin. Scant time left to pop away from our globally-integrated individual enterprises. I still try to walk as if in a meditation cave, but the draws of city life and householding drag me into the turning wheel.

The birds are quieting. The city stirs. The magpies are out and appointments set. Let's hope, in our age of global climate change, that time for reflections on the millennial seasons is here for a good long while.

Labels: Beijing, reflections, seasons