KOMPOSTERINGSPROSJEKT #1: BOKASHI

Det står ganske dårlig til med jordsmonnet her i verden. Veldig dårlig, for å være helt ærlig. En kamerat av meg jobber med dette her, og på forrige seminar hadde en av foreleserne mistrøstig sagt at Storbritannias jordsmonn vil, med dagens drift, ligge brakk om femti år. Femti år, folkens. Komplett ufruktbar! Har de noen plan for dette her?

Siden jeg lett blir oppgitt og resignerer over at det er så lite vi kan gjøre for å endre alle de enorme miljøutfordringene vi står overfor, så får jeg bare brette opp armene og gjøre det vesle jeg kan i alle fall. Derav mitt siste prosjekt: Margaretha redder verden ved å kompostere matavfallet og forbedre jordsmonnet hjemme hos seg selv. In short: Eksperiment "Fra bord til jord".

Jeg har vokst opp på en økologisk heiegård, og der var det helt naturlig at vi sorterte avfallet vårt, maten inkludert. Skrellinger gikk til dyrene (hester, kyr, sauer og hva nå enn slags smågnagere vi hadde i bur), matrester gikk til hund og katt, og resten gikk i komposten.


Hos oss var komposten en stor haug i et hjørne av den ene krydderhagen.


Har du sett Fragglene? La du noensinne merke til søppelhaugen?

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Vel, der har du hvordan komposthaugen vår så ut i mitt hode da jeg var liten. Det kommer åpenbart ikke til å skje her hos meg.

Her må det jo gjøres ordentlig. Jeg bor jo tross alt i sivilisasjonen (les: jeg har naboer). I tillegg liker jeg at ting ser ryddige ut. Men... Jeg er lat når det kommer til å bygge større prosjekter som for eksempel en varmkomposteringsbinge. Det virker bare litt... PES. Jeg mener, hele navnet er litt pes bare i seg selv. I tillegg må jeg passe på nok lufttilførsel, kaste i brennesler og kvister, sørge for optimale forhold og så videre og så videre. Jeg har bedre ting å bruke tida på enn å samle brennesler og klippe kvister for å fore søppelhaugen min. Dessuten må jeg ut av huset for å kaste komposten. I skrivende øyeblikk kikker jeg ut av vinduet på snøen, og kjenner meg selv godt nok til å vite at hvis jeg må gå mer enn femti meter og i tillegg bale med igjenfrosset lokk, så blir det ikke noe av det. Og til sist har jeg en formening om at det er veldig komplisert å måtte sortere ut ting som f.eks. meieriprodukter.

MEN: Da jeg var på årsmøtet for Oikos økologisk Norge for et par måneder siden, så hadde de invitert en bokashi-kompost-entusiast! Dette er en annerledes, enklere og ikke minst mye rarere metode som involverer magisk strø (Bokashi-kultur) og fermentering. To ting jeg selvsagt ikke kan unngå å bite på.

Om Bokashi-kompostering

Prosessen er ganske enkel: I stedet for å kompostere matavfallet (altså omdanne det til jord), så fermenteres det, blir til jordforbedringsmateriale som i sin tur blandes med 50/50 jord utendørs og vips! Superjord :D Les mer om prosessen hos Bokashi Norge her. Poenget er at du får ikke fiks ferdig kompost av dette (så navnet er misvisende); men du får fermentert matavfall som i sin tur er rent anabolt steroide-tilskudd til jorda. Du trenger en lufttett bøtte innendørs som du kaster ca en liter matavfall i, så strør du over et par spiseskjeer bokashistrø. På med tett lokk og fortsett fram til bøtta er passelig full. Underveis bør man tappe ut overflødig væske. Deretter står bøtta til etterfermentering i ro og fred i to uker, og så: Tadaaaa! Ferdig fermentert fantastiskhet du kan blande i jorda.

Problemet med sparsommeligheten min, var at jeg ikke fant en lur måte å tappe overflødig væske fra bøtta på. Jeg har et par løsninger jeg har tenkt å teste ut der. Plan 1 er å blande i trepellets og/eller økologisk grillkull. Kullet er visst helt supert å bruke som ekstra bonus i jorda, det sørger for luft samt tilfører mye næring. Jeg har marsvin i bur, og i bunnen bruker jeg en blanding av trepellets (fra Felleskjøpet) og vanlig treflis. Jeg tenker det kommer sikkert også til å funke veldig bra til å absorbere overflødig væske.

Hvordan komme i gang

De selger startersett til Bokashi-kompostering på nett. Det er, etter min mening, ganske dyrt. Så jeg grublet litt, snoket litt rundt, prøvde å pønske ut billigere løsninger, og endte til slutt med at det jeg trengte var:

1. En lufttett bøtte med mulighet for å samle opp overflødig væske siden Bokashi-kompostering skal være mest mulig tørr.
2. Bokashi-strø.

Easy peasy!

Jeg kjøpte to kg bokashistrø (som bør holde i et halvt år ifølge oversikten på bokashinorges sider (http://bokashinorge.no/nettbutikk/). Så fikk jeg donert en bøtte med rist av en kamerat av meg som jobber i renovasjonsselskap. Jeg la litt avispapir i bunnen, velta matavfallet oppå, strødde på bokashistrø, og nå er det bare å vente til bøtta blir full.

Jeg tror jeg må lage mer grønnsakssuppe så jeg får mer avfall. Dette går jo altfor sent... XD

Fake compliments

My sister and I took a very long walk the other day, and what came out of it was not just autumn leaves and crisp air. My sister is sometimes a little, wonderful sage with insights so true and profound she blows my mind away.

THE NASTY UGLINESS OF FAKE COMPLIMENTS

Where we grew up, we learned a system of complimenting other girls and women that in truth are not compliments at all. We define ourselves and others through an inverted movement of interaction where our compliments more often than not, are masked judgments - of ourselves and our own bodies. They are veils of uncertainty and hopelessness. They are poisonous critique rather than a genuine acknowledgment of the woman we are complimenting.

"Those pants look so good on you. I could never fit into that size!"
"Wow, I wish I had the discipline to be as good as you when it comes to workout/healty eating/whatever is actually beneficial to you and your body"
"I don't understand how you can eat that much chocolate and still be so skinny"
"I wish I was as lucky as you"
"You're so healthy, you've good nothing to complain about... Look at me!"

These are not compliments. 

They are cleverly disguised admonissions, putting ourselves - and the recipient - down. They are disrespectful not just towards our own body, but towards the person we are talking to.

So what do we really say when we make statements lik "Wow, you're really good, I could never be like that" or "It's easy for you to say, you're just born slim/healthy/good looking"? We solidify our own patterns of self judment. We state our own defeat. We share our lack of self-care, self-respect, and ultimately - what we do when we see the greatness in someone else and try to express what we see - we do not acknowledge THEIR greatness, but we attach our own littleness to it, weigh it down, and make ourselves "not that".

What we present as praise is nothing other than insecurity and jealousy. It has nothing to do with compliments.

This is not OK.

It makes us liars.

We twist our words into becoming what they are not. We become glossy politicians speaking with forked tongues, playing games of untruth and deception. Receiving a "compliment" like this is equally as disheartening and negative. It is nearly impossible to receive praise gracefully when the words that are presented to us as "kindness" in actuality cover up its nasty opposite. 

We learn from each other, and we pass it on to others. We become our own spiteful silver-tongued assassins. 

Every day I wake up and silently commit to myself and the world to live and speak from what I know is the highest truth of myself. I vow to share who I am with as much love, kindness and respect as I can muster. Respect towards others and respect towards myself. 

The first step in destroying the ugly, nasty dragon of fake compliments is recognizing its existence in ourselves and others. The second one is cutting its head off when it appears. 

Happy hunting, ladies. 

Love, M.  

OPERATION BEAUTIFUL

So, the GOING GREEN challenge is coming along wonderfully! I'm feeling full of energy, even though I'm fighting a cold and "everyone" seems to be coming down with something. Also I actually feel pretty darn good knowing that I haven't eaten any minced up factory animals the last week either.

Anyhow, I came across this WONDERFUL amazing blog and I can't rave enough about it, so I'll just send you over there straight away: GO CHECK OUT ohsheglows.com.

Angela Liddon: Food genius

So, the ACTUAL thing I was going to share with you today, is this amazing idea I found through ohsheglows.com's site: OPERATION BEAUTIFUL, and

I 

LOVE

IT.


And I'm starting this operation right here right now. Join me :)

GOING GREEN - JOIN THE CHALLENGE

(Photo: Arne Iversen/NTB scanpix)

This morning I read an article in the Norwegian paper DN (Dagens Næringsliv).

It speaks of the current situation we are facing: The methods and ways we are currently feeding ourselves (mainly with INSANE AMOUNTS of meat) are quickly pushing us over the edge and into the abyss. Which abyss, you might ask?

Well, you know the cure-all-failsafe-device called Antibiotics that we all too often use as a quick band-aid to patch us up with? It's quickly turning into becoming absolutely non-efficient.

which means... You could die from a small scratch. Or any other mild bacterial infection.

Anyhow.

This is not the point. The point is:

Two thirds of the 300.000 - 500.000 tons of antibiotics (READ THAT AGAIN)

Two thirds of the 300.000 - 500.000 tons of antibiotics we use anually are being fed to animals and chickens to avoid that the way we breed them kills them. In other words: The way we treat and breed our food is totally inefficient. It leads to diseases and damages our food (i.e. animals) and because of this, we have to treat the symptoms by pouring TONS AND TONS of antibiotics into their food.

This has to stop.

And it stops with me. 

I've got a new challenge going. I'd love for you to join me. 

I'm done with this industry. I'm done eating meat stuffed full of antibiotics, bred in cages and stripped from animals grown unnaturally into a life of pain. I'm done eating chickens. Until I either a) breed and eat my own or b) eat someone else's sustainably "grown" meat, I'm done.

No more industrialized meat or poultry.


Join the challenge and drop me a comment below :)

Greenqueen and the elephant

Your very own Greenqueen got her first article published in the amazing Elephant Journal! Hoorraaaayyy!

Go check it out here: 
From Weight Loss to Weightless

Fiction and science; The hidden Truth of the fantastic - Part II - The Never Ending Story

I think that sometimes Truth is found in its purest form in the books that we call fiction. I think that somehow the deepest Knowings of the universe cannot be grasped in factual descriptions and school books, but by immersing ourselves in a story which in itself catches our attention with the ripples of action on the surface but contains within it the fullness of a Truth so profound we can only sense it by the way it makes our skin tingle. Even this immersion into parallel universes of fiction are touched upon in this book: 

“If you have never wept bitter tears because a wonderful story has come to an end and you must take your leave of the characters with whom you have shared so many adventures, whom you have loved and admired, for whom you have hoped and feared, and without whose company life seems empty and meaningless.

If such things have not been part of your own experience, you probably won't understand what Bastian did next.” 

When I first started writing this blog post, I thought it would be a short post about the beauty of this book, and how it slightly touches the recent findings of cognitive science and language. 

I was wrong. 

This book is in itself such a deep, clear portrayal of how our mind and inner world of concepts are constructed. And in this structuring, our whole experience, and ultimately our own world of being - both in the physical and mental - is created. 

To explain this a bit further, I'll use a poignant quote from the book: 

“If you stop to think about it, you’ll have to admit that all the stories in the world consist essentially of twenty-six letters. The letters are always the same, only the arrangement varies. From letters words are formed, from words sentences, from sentences chapters, and from chapters stories.” 

Is it not fascinating that Noam Chomsky - one of the pioneers in cognitive science and revolutionaries of how we think about language - coined the same thought in 1991?:

 Language is, at its core, a system that is both digital and infinite. To my knowledge, there is no other biological system with these properties....

— Noam Chomsky.

...which in turn can be traced back to the forefathers of the Universal Grammar theories — Antoine Arnauld and Claude Lancelot (in the 1660's!!!):

 ‘It remains for us to examine the spiritual element of speech ... this marvelous invention of composing from twenty-five or thirty sounds an infinite variety of words, which, although not having any resemblance in themselves to that which passes through our minds, nevertheless do not fail to reveal to others all of the secrets of the mind, and to make intelligible to others who cannot penetrate into the mind all that we conceive and all of the diverse movements of our souls.’

In the world of linguistic theory, this is called Digital infinity; or more accurately the infinite use of finite means. 

And to think all of this can be contained in one little book.

Is it any wonder I love literature?

Fiction and science; The hidden Truth of the fantastic - Part I - The Never Ending Story

"Are you and I and all Fantastica," she asked, "are we all recorded in this book?"

He wrote, and at the same time she heard his answer: "No, you've got it wrong. This book is all Fantastica - and you and I."

"But where is this book?"

And he wrote the answer: "In the book."

In the movie "The Neverending Story" from 1984 (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0088323/) - based on the magnificent book by Michael Ende (http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27712.The_Neverending_Story) (READ IT!) - one of the most intriguing aspects of words are introduced.

A thing does not exist until it is given a name. 

I remember being mesmerized by this from the first time I heard it as a child. All of Fantasia is being swallowed up by the Nothing - not darkness, not anything at all - just pure nothingness. There's nothing there. At all.

As the Nothingness silently engulfs each piece of grass, wood, rock and living being, the world is quietly slipping away - becoming no thing at all. Shapeless, a void. '

"The Nothing is spreading," groaned the first. "It's growing and growing, there's more of it every day, if it's possible to speak of more nothing. All the others fled from Howling Forest in time, but we didn't want to leave our home. The Nothing caught us in our sleep and this is what it did to us."

"Is it very painful?" Atreyu asked. 

"No," said the second bark troll, the one with the hole in his chest. "You don't feel a thing. There's just something missing. And once it gets hold of you, something more is missing every day. Soon there won't be anything left of us.”

The book differs slightly (or should I say extremely) from the movie. They are both good, in my opinion, the book because it is one deep profound piece of exquisite writing; The movie because I deeply, deeply loved it as a child. 

What is common ground in both books is that Bastian is the unknowing savior of the world. By giving the childlike princess a name, he literally "calls her into existence" and by doing so saves the world. In the field of biocognitivism "we", as observers, are defined and recognized by one thing only: We are able to distinguish 'something' from 'something else', and by doing so; We become separate from our surroundings and thus become a "Self". 

The implications of this are puzzling. 

Since the universe consists of waves and particles vibrating at different frequencies, clustering together forming differently shaped objects, there is actually no set limit to where "I" begin and where "everything else" starts. Sure, I've got skin, but what keeps my skin in place, what constitutes this recurring reproduction of physical human form? These questions are the most important ones that the biocognitivists try to answer, and I can by no means say that the answers exist. What DOES exist, is the explanations of what defines human consciousness; In other words: What "I" am. 

"I" am the consciousness identified with a human form, limited by the outlines of your skin and your physical appearance. The physicality of you changes throughout your life, but somehow there seems to be a consistent "I" that follow and inhabit this human form and is deeply engrained in it. This reflects in our language. We say "this is my hand" or this is my new hairdo". Newsflash; You're not your hair. Not your hand either. 

I remember I used to drive myself crazy as a kid, trying to define how much of my human body I could peel away before "I" disappeared. Would I still be me if my brain were the only thing kept alive? Or what about heart? I never found the answer. 

What I did find, was a definition of what "I" am, and I found it in the most unlikely place: In language theory. (Following excerpts from the book Autopoesis and Cognition by Francisco J. Varela & Humberto R. Maturana)

"The actual component (all their properties included) and the actual relations holding between them that concretely realize a system as a particular member of the class (kind) of composite unities to which it belongs by its organization, constitute its structure."

Furthermore: "The fundamental cognitive operation that an observer performs is the operation of distinction. By means of this operation the observer specifies a unity as an entity distinct from a background and a background as the domain in which an entity is distinguished."

This last part is the important one.

What makes us human and what creates an "I" separate from "Everything" is, in other words, the ability to distinguish one thing from another. Seems trivial, doesn't it? 

CHECK THIS OUT:

OUR WHOLE WORLD IS MADE UP OF THE WORDS WE USE TO DEFINE EVERYTHING IN IT. 

If this doesn't rock your world, you need another drink. 

We're all freakin' Adam in the garden of Eden.

What is happiness?

Happiness

is that softness when I wake up in the morning and realise

I

am 

Home.

What happened to women?

What happened to women?

A very good friend of mine, and also the author of my all-time favorite blog (http://kraakereiret.blogg.no/), asked me a question about women and movies the other day. 

"What do I think about female movie directors?"

 It seemed quite simple at first, but then I started thinking.

And yes, I do that a lot.

You see, he had been in an argument with a feminist about this topic - and her take on it was that there should be a certain quota for female directors and actresses – much like the female quota system in politics and public boards. I shook my head at first. How stupid. That's like forcing people to watch bad movies just because some politically correct feminist activist thinks it's unfair that there are no good female directors.

And then I stopped dead in my own tracks. Wait a minute… Did I just say that? Do I honestly think that all female directors are bad? What about female script writers? Actresses? Female leads in movies? Do I deep down equate "female in movies" with Chick Flicks?

Sadly…

Yes. I do.

And now I'm determined to get to the bottom of this. I – female extravaganza – have somewhere along the line adopted this view that women in movies are somehow less than men – that all female directors are touchy feely sensitive things whom only know how to make stories about girly stuff and pink fluffy sob stories, relationship drama and/or both.

Alright, so this movie "Dis" is by Aune Sand. Not a very good example. How about this:

Margareth Olin: Kroppen Min

This shocked me. I didn't know I had this judgmental attitude. I love it and I hate it when I discover these things about myself. I hate it because I am faced with my own narrow-minded belief systems. I love it because it gives me the freedom to unravel the system that creates it.

I asked Lugburz to tell me more about it. He sent me a link to a blog (here: http://www.npr.org/blogs/monkeysee/2013/06/14/191568762/at-the-movies-the-women-are-gone) which made me think even more. Not just about movies, but about books to. TV shows. Computer games. Anything with a story in it. As a linguist and literary critic (and sometimes even a writer) I believe that by studying the stories that make up our society, we can study society in itself. And boy… What a gloomy read it is at times.

First off. Talking about women in any context, is, in our society, a topic that is riddled with emotional anger, tainted by an aggressive feminist movement (although necessary at the time), colored by streaks of self-righteousness, struggle, entitlement and a dualistic dichotomy of male/female and the battle of the sexes.

 I should know a bit about both. Not because I'm a feminist in the traditional sense (I'm not), but because I'm a femininist (if that's even a word) I am also a masculinist. I think there is a discord in our society, and that the unwillingness to respect, encourage and understand the opposite sex is the ground cause of most of the suffering in our society. We all want to find true love and balance out the ruffles in the relationship between the masculine and the feminine (even if it's same sex love – masculine and feminine are not always distringuished by male/female.) I'll leave my thoughts on the masculine and feminine for later. That's another blog post altogether.

Back to women and the stories of our society.

When did I last see a movie by a female director? Or a story about a female heroine? Or even a female lead…? period? The first movie that pops into my head is Carrie.

Yeah. Well. Not exactly Superman material, is she? Even though she's soooort of a heroine. And a maniac. And a freak. No match for the latest male lead I encountered in Elysium.  He was a bona fide bad to the bone hero with a heart of gold. Yeah. I loved it. The movie AND the hero. It reminded me of the female lead role… *thinking* uhm…

*digging even deeper*

Lara Croft? Sort of. Even thought she doesn't really count because that story is not exactly new, is it? What about Resident Evil? Now THAT'S a bad to the bone heroine with a heart of gold! Wait a minute… That's ancient too. Xena – warrior princess? Passé. She-Ra, princess of Power? 

Retro, going on vintage. Man, I'm running out of ideas here.

Let's try a different approach.

Female directors.

Ahem.

Sofie Coppola. And… Well.. Did I mention Sofie Coppola? Yep. Love her. She's one in a million.

LITERALLY.

Or at least a thousand. I'm blank. Uhmm… I'm starting to think this whole quota thing might not be such a bad idea. But wait! What about Norwegian female directors? There's got to be someone, right?

Margaret Olin.

Shit. Now there's the term touchy feely emotionalism all rolled up into one chick flick creator of epic proportions. I suspect that even female directors make it because they fit the stagnated stereotypical mold of touchy-feely-girly-sob-story-directors.

It seems that female ANYTHINGS in movies has to somehow take care of the mythical discourse of femininity that broadly fits into the patronizing term "Chick Flick", "Sob story" or "female superman". Stories about women in our society today are just as stereotypical as the one-dimensional hero's journey discourse that we have been served for hundreds of years. The difference is that there are a multitude of different male characters and roles depicted in popular culture today. There seems to be just a handful (at best) female roles to fill.

Women are not just emotional tits on a stick with shiny hair and relationship issues. 

They're not even masculinized iron ladies like Xena, or maniac freaks like Carrie. And they are not just the prize given to a hero after a long struggling battle for justice, nor are they the evil wicked witches that do everything in their power to stop the previously mentioned male lead. They are human beings. And we humans are everything and nothing all rolled into one neat little meat suit. 

Even in Sucker Punch (one of my favorite movies of all time, by the way) the heroine has to use the stereotypical seductress role to stand her ground.

I'm not against seductresses. By no means. 

I'd dress up as Baby and seduce the living sh** out of every male psychiatrist myself, given the chance. I'm not preaching against maniacs either (I am actually quite fond of maniacs, especially telekinetic ones). Neither am I speaking up against male lead characters. On the contrary. I love men. I love male lead characters. I love heroes and I love villains – I love the multitude of human fates and stories that I get to encounter in each and every movie. But I love women too.

I love the quiet grace that comes with women who embody that quiet feminine strength. And the ceaseless courage that follow in the wake of women defending what they hold to be true in their hearts. I love the softness and the diamond edged roughness in women – I love the way a whole story can be grasped in the utterance of a single syllable and a glance – I love the way the seemingly fragile feminine spirit can seem to break in a devastating storm, only to show itself born anew from a branch that didn't break, only bent with the force of the flood.

And I want more of them. I want movies like Kill Bill, Tomb Raider, Precious, The Princess and the Frog, Beauty and the Beast, The blind side, 10^th Kingdom, Lilja 4ever, The color purple, Bandidas, Freeway, Gone with the wind, The Wizard of Oz, Sucker Punch – I want to be able to CHOOSE which aspect of our humanness I can watch for however long the movie lasts. I want the real heroines. I want to be able to gaze upon the screen and marvel at the strengths that lie dormant in us all – not just in women, but that fierce feminine beauty that is a part of each and every human being, because we are not just men or women, male or female, masculine or feminine – we are BOTH.

It's about time our collective entertainment consciousness came to the same conclusion as well.