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Thursday, April 16: The Snow God speaks

Today is the third day since the beginning of New York’s stay-at-home period that the Snow God has imposed himself upon our fitful spring. All over CNY, thousands of people are looking out their windows planning unwise excursions and instead thinking, “Nahhh… maybe not.”

Many years ago, in my cellar there was discovered a strange object. (It was identified as a 1957 Econoline “Winter” lamp.) Thinking it merely a Christmas decoration, I installed it on the dining room table. We jokingly called it “The Snow God.” And that holiday season, it snowed a very great deal.

My sister, who despises snow, believed the lamp was the source of the trouble and forbade me to ever put the lamp out again.  But the next year, when the lamp was kept under wraps, it snowed even worse than before. That’s when I realized there was really a Snow God, that Ontario is his holy lake, and he was displeased at the lack of respect.  The following holiday season, I made sure to put the lamp on display again (though secretly, to avoid my sister’s persecution).  It also snowed a lot that winter, but it was a much more pleasant and enjoyable snow, knowing the Snow God was pleased.

I have since matured in my religious beliefs, and now understand that the Snow God does not require the veneration of idols, and now it is understood that the original lamp should merely be treated as a reminder of the Snow God’s power and underlying benevolence.  Instead, each winter I reflect on the gifts of the Snow God — the protection he brings for germinating seeds; the release of life-giving waters in the springtime; and especially how he falls on the rich and poor alike each winter, humbling the proud, and requiring all to share the endless search for a brand of ice scraper that actually works.  We are actually the people of the Snow God, and this is his favorite place. (See for yourself, it is proved by The Science!)  And, in very extraordinary times, as we now see, the Snow God will intervene to protect his beloved and long-suffering people.

In the future, when we have completely disrespected the earth and its climate, there may come a day when the Snow God will no longer involve himself in the affairs of men.  But today is not that day.

All about salt

As the Golden Snowball reports, Syracuse has actually lost its first-place position in the national Golden Snowglobe contest to… Baltimore?! (I blame myself for this.)

You would think, with all this snow falling on them, that New York City and other southern metro areas would be looking to the salt mines of our region to help provide more of their urgent road and sidewalk clearing needs. However, as this informative blog post reports, this is not the case at all. Find out why NYC imports its salt from Chile instead (and also a little more about where our local road salt comes from).

What? You want to read even more about snow removal? Google Books has a limited preview of Snow in the Cities: A History of America’s Urban Response, which mentions Rochester, Buffalo and Syracuse throughout.

Snow news is good news

Sean Kirst has created a contest to predict when Syracuse will (finally) get its first inch of snowfall. It seems we’ve gone a long time without the white stuff. Unfortunately, you can no longer enter the contest, but you can still enter my contest, which is “Predict how much money NYCO will have wasted this season by pre-paying her plow guy.”

There is also exciting news on the storm front: the Golden Snowball contest goes national!

Which big city with a population of 100,000 or more will be the snowiest city in the United States this snow season? Only time and a lot of snow will tell. Welcome to the new Golden Snow Globe website. Consider this the Grand opening of the site even though it isn’t even close to being ready. Things that will be updated on here soon will be which city is leading so far, the top ten snowiest cities to date and more. The reason for opening up shop early is to get some suggestions and feedback from visitors here. Maybe lay down some rules that haven’t been set in stone, err snow yet and get this bad boy rolling.

The garden of good and evil

I am sorry to report that one of my tater tots has died. I don’t know what caused the problem, but it doesn’t look like the dreaded late blight (especially since the one right next to it is doing fine). It all started after a heavy rain which flattened the plant. Some of the stalks and leaves never popped up again and turned yellow. Because this is an Experimental Potato Station, I did nothing but observe this time around — I seriously wasn’t expecting to get anything edible out of the plants this year.

I’m conducting cruel experiments on potato plants partly for sentimental reasons. This spring it occurred to me that the only person who never tried to dissuade me from growing vegetables was my grandmother. Where other people would respond to my “let’s grow [something]!” by peppering me with doubts (“You can’t grow [something]! It’s too hard! The soil’s not right!”), my grandmother would just shrug and say “OK, let’s.” I still have fond memories of the scabby and inedible marble-sized potatoes I dug up one fall from the yard under her watchful eye. Gee, growing stuff is really hard.

Next year, I hope to do better — in an environment without deadly fungus lurking. The New York Times has a new report on the ramifications of this year’s outbreak in the Northeast. In addition, Paterson has moved to have 17 counties declared “agricultural disaster areas” not just due to the late blight, but due to the crappy summer weather in general. Organic farmers are really in trouble: playing by the rules, they can’t use any effective fungicides. Growing stuff organically — it’s hard.

I have to wonder if, for a lot of middle-class Americans (even those with some gardening experience), the expectation of “getting back to the land” and supporting one’s family with backyard gardening or even small farming might be as — dare I say — childish as my potato experiment? If farming was easy, why are so many farms failing? Farms do not exist in a self-sufficient vacuum, as any farmer can tell you. It’s all part of an economic and social web that is and has always been directed by people way more powerful than you. During the 1940s, my grandfather owned one of the largest poultry farms in western Pennsylvania, and all it took was one or two years of disease to wipe him out completely. (Urban Buffalo chicken farmers, be warned!) He moved back to Utica, bitter about the tainted feed he suspected was the cause, and especially about the people who ran the feed supply chain.

Backyard gardening alone cannot feed a family efficiently (or without a great deal of risk — see: the current outbreak of late blight, or just read your history books about the Irish famine since oppressed Irish farmers were forced to essentially “backyard-garden” with potatoes.) If you squint at it just the right way, the suburbanization of former farmland looks an awful lot like the land-enclosure process in old Ireland. Absentee landlords (developers) wrung profit from the land and subdivided it into tiny parcels for exorbitant rents (mortgages), and politicians and other powerful interests eventually forced the Irish to potato-garden (tomato-garden) on those little plots for subsistence. How far we’ve come since the bad old days, huh?

But in a way, agriculture itself created this situation. Agriculture can only feed people most efficiently when it is large-scale (up to a point). And large-scale agriculture requires specialization of social roles, i.e., modern complex society. And when you have specialized roles, you have differing levels of social status. We’re all still wrestling with the ramifications of that every day. Agriculture pretty much created civilization as we know it — including nearly all of its successes and injustices.

People today who dream about self-sufficient backyard farming are also maybe dreaming about the kind of personal independence, peaceful habit and social egalitarianism that really only exists in hunter-gatherer societies. So, if that’s what we really want, better start looking for local nut and berry patches, even to go along with our tomato gardens. Consider how much of them it takes to make one meal, and how far you will have to travel from your home (i.e., spend energy) to gather them. Now you understand why hunter-gatherers tend not to have permanent villages — much less walkable ones. Are we sure we want to pay the real price for peace, independence and egalitarianism?

Sad to say, if this summer’s blight is as bad as is being reported, more than a few marginal farmers are going to either abandon organic practices, or go out of business altogether. I wonder how that will affect the back-to-the-land narrative in certain middle class circles. I also marvel at how many aspiring middle-class small farmers don’t seem to be very up on the political struggles of today’s farmers, except in a very general “down with evil Monsanto” way.

Just remember: for two weeks in July at least, blackberries are free.