Environment geeks unite!

I have just returned to Ottawa from Madison, Wisconsin by way of Toronto, Buffalo , Chicago and Milwaukee to present another version of my research on hope and faith in environmentalism at the first meeting of the Association for Environmental Studies and Sciences (AESS) as well as to a group of keeners at the Madison Baha’i Centre.  The title of the conference was something like “Bonsai Trees: How to Grow Them in Your Hand” (see thier image above) or “Environment: The Interdisciplinary Challenge” – I can’t remember.

The whole thing was really the result of one of the most reckless sequences of events in my short life to date.  When I received the invitation to present my paper back in June or July I could scarcely remember the late night paper-submitting session that must have occurred months earlier.  Did I do that?  Is that my name?  Is that my paper?

More recklessness ensued when I went on to book myself about four days rent on various Amtrak trains.  One highlight of that experience was the following telephone exchange with an Amtrak booking agent:

Me: “So what does that come out to?”
Agent: “About nine hours and forty-five minutes, Sir.”
Me: “Wow… Buffalo and Chicago look so much closer on the map!”
Agent: “Yep…  maps’ll do that… Sir.”

And do that they did – oh, how they did that.  Something about this thing people are calling scale.

Memorial Union building, 1959 - from the University of Wisconsin digital collections on flickr

Some other highlights of the experience include:

• Literally running from the L train station to the Baha’i House of Worship outside Chicago out of excitement to see it again after more than ten years.

• Grabbing my first ever hard copy of the legendary satirical newspaper, the Onion.
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  The Yaganagis

  Realizing that my host in Madison is none other than the son and brother of my hosts in Bangalore way back in 2007.

• Getting to the conference to discuss strategies to influence the public to adopt more environmentally sustainable behavior while munching on the provided individually wrapped bags of chips, granola bars, yogurts, cream cheeses spread on bagels over disposable plates and sipping on tiny boxes of soy milk.

• Witnessing several develop major academic crushes as they meet in person with others doing research into the same obscure fields and questions.

• Listening to a Plymouth State University prof describe a recent citizen-science research initiative while the Black Eyed Peas’ “I Gotta Feeling” thumps outside from a university event.

• The organizer’s fanatical dedication to interdisciplinarity placed me in session with two profs presenting their research on hurricane Katrina.  Putting me, the last presenter, in the position of trying tieing my presentation on the environmental movement on with something I know nothing about.

• Looking forward to my seven hour stopover in Buffalo because at least it was four hours less than the first one.

Baha'i House of Worship by Giant Ginkgo on flickr

To read a very brief summarry of an earlier version of the same presentation, check out this entry from the International Environment Forum 2009 conference blog.  Serious readers are welcome to contact me to have the latest version e-mailed to them.

Baha’i Geeks and Environmentalists Unite!

In the past 48 hours, I have traveled by bike, hybrid car, regular car, greyhound, subway, train, taxi and foot to get from Tatamagouche, through Amherst, Sackville, Fredericton, Montreal, Ottawa, Montreal (again) and New York City to arrive in Washington, D.C. and attend, speak, blog and mingle at the joint 33rd Annual Association for Baha’i Studies – North America/13th Annual International Environment Forum Conference.

Baha’i geeks from all disciplines generally flock Association for Baha’i Studies (ABS) conferences to bask in each other’s academic geekiness – sharing their research in all aspects of the Baha’i Faith and all aspects of everything else in light of the Baha’i teachings.  While an ABS conference can be heaven on earth for the Baha’i geek, it can also be horribly difficult because they are expected to choose one of many fascinating sessions that will be happening AT THE EXACT SAME TIME.

I delivered one such simultaneous session at the 2007 ABS conference in Mississauga, Ontario and managed to dupe several people into choosing my session thanks entirely to the provocative title of my presentation and to the bribes I gave my friends that were at the conference.  It was called “‘Abdu’l-Baha the Environmentalist” and will probably find its way to this very website at some point in the future for those online who also like to be duped by the titles of things.

This year the theme is Environments, and the International Environment Forum (IEF) decided to invite itself over to have its annual conference in tandem with the ABS.  The IEF is a Baha’i-inspired network of environmental geeks who also tend to be geeky about the Baha’i teachings.

With everyone becoming increasingly concerned with our relationship with the earth and tired of easy answers – it is finally time for the Baha’i environment geeks to shine and present the research they have been doing into these questions and what the Baha’i teachings have to offer.

On Saturday afternoon, I will be presenting my honors thesis “Faith and Hope in Environmentalism in the Face of Climate Change” in the IEF session with my boringly accurate title to be offset by some snazzy slides and not one, but two Star Wars references. That’s right – two.  That’s right, this is the very same honors thesis that kept me up all night on campus all those months ago.

You (yes, you) will be able to follow the IEF section from the comfort of your basement by visiting the IEF’s conference blog – where I will likely do a little guest blogging myself.

A last night of firsts

"approaching carleton @ night..." by Flickr user steveleenow

Between the ages of 14 and 17, staying up all night and into the next day was my idea of a great time.  Me and my best friend Seamus McGrath would even boast about it to each other and to other friends.  “So, how much sleep did you get last night?  Oh me?  Hmmm, let me count them out…” then we would count our fingers until abruptly shouting “NONE!”  All-nighters lost their appeal as I got older, but they still do occur in cases of last minute packing and essay writing.  Last last Thursday night, on my last night of my last undergraduate degree, before my last exam, having to finish my last edit of my last assignment, I had a night of firsts.

Thursday afternoon I meet with my thesis supervisor to go over my thesis page by page with his revisions.  He gave me the option to further delay handing it in, but it had gone long enough and I was determined to slay the dragon and move on with my life.  A couple posts ago I called on aliens, vampires, zombies and mothra – this time I want you to picture the hero of a horror movie featuring an ever dwindling group of survivors stuck on a spaceship or remote research station with a bloodthirsty monster of some sort.  The hero has had enough:

Now picture the hero as me, with a giant stack of paper, a red pen and a dwindling supply of snacks.

It was like my whole life of rarely drinking coffee and pop had been preparing me for this moment.  Keeping my tolerance to caffeine strategically low has helped me save the drug as my emergency cheat code for situations like this.  I walked into Rooster’s (our student association-owned coffee shop), approached the counter and confidently said “I guess I’ll have a, like, um, a regular…  coffee?”

I knew that if I were to sit in front of a computer all of the content I had in my head would vaporize into nothingness – so me, my paper, pen and snacks set up in the almost deserted atrium.  During the day, Carleton University’s atrium is normally a hub social and political activity with clubs, recruiters and student politicians competing for your attention as you pass by, but at 10:30 on a Thursday night during exams all you will find there are a few desperate students like myself and teams of desperate design students desperately setting up to exhibit their final projects.

Having a proofreader on the other side of the planet is handy because you can get overnight service – send a draft at night, go to bed, and wake up the next day with a revised draft in the morning.  Chloe was on call in Haifa, Israel to do a final read through, but I realized that there was no more time.  I e-mailed her using my iPod to tell her that at this point, the most helpful thing would be for her to pray that I maintain focus.

Food is normally the variable that draws me back home, and being at home draws me to bed, and going to bed draws me into never graduating from university.  I was only halfway though my task and my snack supply was falling dangerously low just as a guy walks into the atrium with four giant trays of food he had just taken from a function that had just ended somewhere else on campus, rescuing the food from certain death at the hands of the catering company’s clean-up crew.

I was the first person to take him up on his insincere offer to partake, and the other desperate students desperately followed.  These veggies, fruit, brownies and brie were a God-send that told me that I wasn’t to go home that night.  We strangers stood around the trays and talked about how freaking awesome this free food was as others began calling friends that were hiding in far flung corners of the campus cramming to tell them about the discovery.

Having not been on campus so late before, I was blown away by the subculture of students that stay on campus long after the library closes at 2:00am.  Around that time I found a computer lab and began entering the revisions into the soft copy of the paper until all the machines became possessed by some invisible power that logged us out and went into a some sort of maintenance mode.  The Indian guys sitting behind me explained that this was a regular occurrence, and the computers could come back online anytime between five minutes to two hours from them.  They told me all about the life of a university night owl, showering at the gym, eating at the cafeteria and always keeping your toothbrush and a change of underwear.  My Hindi didn’t impress them as much as I had hoped it would, perhaps because they were Pakistani and not Indian.

Given that I had an exam the next day, they advised me to get some sleep, or my brain might go into an indefinite maintenance mode like the computers we were waiting on. The bench I found below a window gave me flashbacks from sleeping on the train in India last winter, only this time I didn’t have the body of a strange man lying next to me to keep me warm.

Halfway through my nap I heard some noises, opened my eyes and saw a girl climbing on top of the soda machines on the other side of the lobby.  I couldn’t imagine how or why she was doing it, and was too exhausted to care.

One of the strangest things about staying up all night is that it merges two days into one, with nothing to mark the end of one and beginning of another.  It was now Friday and everyone came back to campus bathed and wearing different clothes while I was there the whole time, my feet smelling so bad they hurt.  In the end, I finished my last paper and wrote my last exam on Friday night without my brain exploding in the slightest.  The moral of the story is this:  Don’t do what I did by putting it off all year.  Stay on campus all night tonight.

Merry GIS Day!

Yes, it’s that time of the year again, people.  Right in the middle of Geography Awareness Week geographers the world over are gathering with their professors and students to ring in what is for us Diwali, Songrkran and Naw Ruz all rolled up into one. This GIS Day (Geographical Information Systems), I will be learning about the true meaning by collecting free maps at my university’s GIS fair. Then later on I might eat something that was grown incredibly far away, snuggle up with a copy of National Geographic,  and rest knowing that I am a part of the best discipline in the world.

Here’s to hoping that all students will be able to take a break from writing their term papers – probably frantically leafing through various statistics and diagrams – to take the time to appreciate various statistics and diagrams!  Remember that whether or not you take the time to be aware of Geography this festive season, know that Geography is becoming even more aware of you.

The Low Carbon Diet Calculator, ‘Abdu’l-Baha and Meat

The great thing about studying ecology is that in every class and lecture everything we look at is relevant and important to our daily lives. I know the anthropologists, sociologists and maybe even the engineers will say the same thing, but I have the bias that ecologists and geographers are the ones that are looking at the really important stuff.  The other day in my core Environmental Studies lecture our prof came equipped with a catalog of ritzy food from President’s Choice (a major Canadian packaged food brand).  As she flipped through the heavily bookmarked and highlighted pages puzzling at the exotic and psudo-ethical products such as salt from the Himalayas and rare coffee beans she basically transformed into this guy:

She went on give a lecture on food and agriculture, a sector that has – perhaps justifiably – twice as much of a greenhouse gas contribution than personal transport.  Even if we are willing to take a little heat so that we can eat, it’s worth looking at how the food business works and where we can make changes.  We tried out a flashy new website that I want to share with you.  Like the all ecological footprint calculators out there, this variant somehow takes all the varied variables and brings them into a very accessible package.  It’s called the Low Carbon Diet Calculator and it is provided by sustainable food management company Bon Appetit, and should be taken with a grain of Himalayan salt.

‘Abdu’l-Baha, the Son of the Prophet-Founder of the Baha’i Faith and its Master indicated that meat is on its way into history, and “that our natural diet is that which grows out of the ground”, and in different tablets and talks He highlighted that we are meant to eat fruits, nuts, oils and grain.  In another place He stated that if humankind “lived according to a natural, inborn equilibrium, without following wherever their passions led, it is undeniable that diseases would no longer take the ascendant, nor diversify with such intensity.”

Human health is another story, sufficed to say that what ‘Abdu’l-Baha said keeps getting truer and truer.  If we expand to the disease of climate change caused by our unsettling of the planet’s equilibrium, let’s see if these principles hold any water.  A meal of seasonal fruit, some nuts and oats at one once each earns us 170 carbon dioxide equivalent (CO2e) points and a cheery, temperate background.

As ‘Abdu’l-Baha indicates, “meat is nourishing and containeth the elements of herbs, seeds and fruits”.  We know that there are those who survive on nothing but meat so let’s have a three ounce meal of grilled steak, fried chicken and some fish from far away.  The outcome is 1637 CO2e points, orange on the threat meter and a desert landscape.  It doesn’t quite break the meter (which you can totally do) but point is to freak us out a bit.

Now I have no idea what eating an ounce of anything means because I’m a Canadaian, but apparently it means something here.  Was my example arbitrary and biased?  Of course it was.  Try it yourself.  For more on the Baha’i teachings on meat, check out my Meaty Compilation.