Plants create life out of thin air.
Pollan M. The Omnivore’s Dilemma. Newyork, NY: Penguin
books; 2006. 1-119p.
I remember holding my mothers hand, wanting nothing more
than to explore a world of infinite smells, tastes, and colors. I remember
being in a super market as a child. The speech troubles of my adolescence
created a keen observer of a little boy, a little boy more readily interested
in analyzing and evaluating those playing a game than playing the game itself. I
learned to love the world around me. I learned to watch. Slightly frightening,
maybe, but all children go though hardship. All children grow. These events in
my life history, transformations, are supporting evidence for my dissociation with
food. I, like many little children, thought food came from the supermarket.
Micheal Pollan understands this. To explain the fundamental thoughts behind
any child of today in a supermarket, Pollan invites the reader to come on a
personal journey. He attempts to explain, on pg. 2, how “so violent a change in
agricultures eating habits is surely the sign of a national eating disorder”. This is what his book is about, the pleasures of eating. To explain our relationship with food, Micheal Pollan explains
the story of corn. From the moment pollen meets carpel, to the products in our cupboards. Pollan goes on a journey to
investigate the true story of corn in agriculture today. Explaining corns’
dominance in supermarkets and homes the same; explaining the rational behind
the history that got us to present. Among other things, Pollan explores the
idea of whether or not a given food is the sum of its parts. He touches on the
disagreement of whether we should have the ability to own life, the ability to
put a patent on living, breathing organism; Pollan explains the irrational
decisions taking us to a gloom future.
Amidst feeling slight shame for my animal relatives, Pollan strengthened,
my every increasing, respect for plants. Pollan credits us, on pg. 16, with the
“Linnaeus-defying twinky” and plants, on pg. 4, as creating “life out of thin
air”. A contrast that I couldn't ignore, after hearing we are processed corn walking people since 1492. It makes me contemplate who I should be ashamed of, the
crop or the cultivator. Pollan increasingly gives more credit to plants as he
explains how extraordinary the science behind the C-4 plants is. The thought of
how a plant could be selective for an isotope for its selfish carbon needs is
nearly incomprehensible. This is because of our perspective on plants.
We never see plants as having control. Or how they have led us to be dependant. Without our hands to
rid it of its husks there would be no fecundity. And like it or not we share this truth with plants. Because of this integration between plants and
people, when talking of the success story of corn, Pollan says we are also
talking of coevolution. Saying that agriculture is plants “coevolutionary
bargain with humans”. Pollan is able to describe the importance of “selfers” and
hybridization in this relationship. Saying, “hybridization represents a far
swifter and more efficient means of communication, or a feed back loop, between
plants and humans”.
As I drove home Friday afternoon I found myself questioning ideas of dependence and its origin. I thought of how interesting it is that
every human being is the product of sex, or at least the product of two gametes
coming together. How everything in existence has an origin, and how as time
passes, every origin seems to fade - Diminish. I thought of how likely it is every
individual sees himself or herself as moving forward in the world around them.
When really the world moves with each of us at exactly the same pace, time never
plays favourites.
The beauty in such a daydream, of which I should have tired
to avoid while driving, is something I constantly feel Pollan try to give to
his readers. With his great use of comparisons and analogies, Pollan tries to
connect with even the most environmentally distant people to agriculture. For
example, on pg. 38, he describes modern corn to skyscrapers in a city, to
“maximize real-estate values”. It is quite the experience to feel, and
visualize, the environment change as Pollan describes Iowa’s shift into modern
agriculture - It reminds me of the changing of a grape to a raison. If nutrients are
equivalent to maximizing productivity, then on the level of a mathematic
formula we needn’t get concerned. After all, everyone knows science has an answer. But don’t we represent something greater being the most intelligent organisms, thus far proven to exist? There is
something other than water missing from the raison that makes it different from the grape.
There is an absence of life.
"Ok that was a bit much. I will lighten up..."
"Ok that was a bit much. I will lighten up..."
The more I keep reading of the direction the world took to
get where it is today, the more I feel concerned for the future. I feel like we
are driving our world in an off course direction. I don’t want to be
responsible for the grape becoming a raison. Why can’t we get a measure of our
actions from the fact that, thus far, we have never truly turned a raison back
into a grape? I wonder if a bigger better soybean exists?
When plants are a source of capital, there is too little
accountability for the deleterious affects to the environment that come as a product, in obtaining the capital. We bring ourselves to the age-old question of whether
or not the end justifies the means. There is no longer a strong connection
between the earth, which grows food, and the man, who cultivates it. I say
“man” for an added strength in my writing, less concerned with whether or not
it is politically correct.
“Ouch that hurts”
I jut realized the pitfall of homologous genes. I am tempted
to think like those before me, the very people that let one advantage take
precedence over many disadvantages; like the creature behind Monsanto. Maybe if
I keep reading, trying to consciously keep away from such dangerous
carelessness, and eating my “nutritional” foods I will cause enough epigenetic
change to clear future generations of the weakness in my genes. In hopes that one-day,
I foster a descendent capable of thinking things through, different from
myself, different from those before me.
"I thought I told you to lighten up Travis..."
"I thought I told you to lighten up Travis..."