I grew up on a small farm in New Jersey. We had a cow & 8 sheep & 60 chickens & fruit trees & vegetable garden. (And my father, the farmer's, day job was in New York City, 25 miles away.)
After college I did agricultural development in west Africa. And then I did a Master's Degree in agricultural economics. I was looking for something like the slow food movement then, but I couldn't find it. There were bits of the old hippie sensibility to be found here and there, and a bit of the "small is beautiful", Peace Corps & even Firefox philosophy about. But that was a fringe position to have as an agricultural economist at a major land grant university. The only jobs were with agribusiness and the U.S. Department of Agriculture. Corporate farming was not only the norm, it was an unquestioned good. As was the industrial food industry it supplied.
This was all predicated on what Pollan calls the "ideology of nutritionism." And he's right about that. It's a pervasive ideology, which the slow food movement is only now beginning to chip away at.
What I'm trying to say is that it would have been nice to see this whole "slow food" thing take off 30 years ago. Then I would have written The Omnivore's Dilemma and I would have become a famous writer and foodie and neo-hippie. It would have been inevitable. I feel quite certain about that.
Somehow that didn't happen. It's not my fault. My timing was off, is all.
So I became a computer geek and never did anything agricultural again, modulo growing a few plants in the back yard.
24 hours earlier, yesterday evening, I had been in New York City for a "business dinner" with a CEO of a software company for whom I just co-ghost-wrote a book on software process management. That was a good meal, and it was nice to meet in meat space a guy I had only known through telephone and email, even though I just written a good part of a book in his voice.
At the dinner tonight I saw lots of my island friends, farmers, boatbuilders, musicians, schoolteachers, jewelers, writers, owners of the Chappaquiddick ferry. Old hippies, many of them. So much food! Just about all of it grown here on the island, 93.44% vegetarian.
I don't understand anything at all about what goes on in the world. I am manifestly confused about the meaning of every little thing (as I expressed so poetically and eloquently in Cheap Complex Devices, have you purchased your copy yet?).
But tonight at the ag hall, listening to the music, tummy full but not overfull, watching Dear Wife talking with all her peacenik friends, I felt deeply content.
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