Not enough folk in my favourite political arm of the blogosphere seem to cook their own food. This is a shame, especially when there’s stuff like this around. Props to Ryan’s cousin Michael. This is good food especially, I’ve found, if you’ve many of the ingredients required sitting untouched on your shelves, are about to move house, and need to get rid of them in a hurry.
My mates over at PANNA, the Pesticide Action Network, North America, have just released this fine report. Their findings on those hurt by pesticides aren’t hugely surprising but, as we’ve seen with other news, it’s amazing what a bit of human colour can do to dry announcements of procedure. And colour there is here in abundance. PANNA have found out that people of colour in California, and Mexican Americans in particular, are hammered by the agricultural chemicals in their communities. No prizes for guessing why Mexican American communities are exposed to higher levels of agricultural pesticides, by the way. PANNA have used the government’s own data to paint a harrowing picture (again, sound familiar?). Children aged 6-12 in the Center for Disease Control study on which the report is based had levels of exposure to a particular neuro-toxic chemical at four times the threshold limit. The question is: will the media interest in this lead to anything but mild slaps on the wrist for the corporations involved?
Serious blogging begins in earnest today with the fight for a Port-a-Potty. In today’s inbox I find this:
The Hunger Strike for Education is under attack by the City of Oakland. After making their 70 mile march to Sacramento, a group of committed teachers, students, parents and community leaders have begun a hunger strike in Oakland’s Frank Ogawa Plaza (14th and Broadway at the 12th Street BART Station) to demand, as the 50 year anniversary of Brown v Board approaches, that the State of California provide adequate and equitable education for its children.
I’ve seen the houseproud diligence with which others maintain their cyber spaces, and I’ve come to one conclusion: this blog isn’t going to bother with a honeymoon period. I’m aiming for fairly instant dilapidation.