Dance Power
Art & Music| January 18th, 2008
Apparently, a good sweaty night of dancing can do more than enliven the mind and energize the body. It can actually provide enough energy to power a dance club. Temple—part of Zen Complex, the Eastern-themed megaspace in San Francisco—is exploring the concept with the creation of a Piezoelectric dance floor that harnesses dancers’ energy and converts it into electricity (which will power the club’s sound and lighting system). The new floor should be ready for revelers later this year. Hey, it’s a damn good excuse to go out clubbing—at least you’re saving the environment even if you are blowing off the fact you have work in the morning.
Temple has already installed vertical gardens to green the urban landscape, serves organic drinks in biodegradable cups, and is installing solar panels into the building’s facade. Now that makes for a night of debauchery that I can feel good about. —Kirsten Koba
Strong Bones And…
Food & Farming| November 16th, 2007
Moving to Seattle has altered a lot of things in my life—there’s the new home, new friends, new appreciation of rain, and of course, a new obsession with double tall lattes. Creamy gourmet coffee is inescapable in this town, and suddenly I’m consuming more milk than I have since I was a toddler. So, when I came across a recent article in the New York Times regarding milk labeling issues, I was appalled.
Starting January 1st, Pennsylvania is putting a ban on dairy labels that recognize milk and other products which haven’t been treated with artificial bovine growth hormone, or are rBGH-free. Apparently Pennsylvania believes that the labels are “too confusing” and consumers just don’t need to know this information. Ohio may be following suit soon.
rBGH-free products have been filling store shelves lately thanks to consumer demand (stores ranging from Trader Joes and Whole Foods to Costco and Kroger all provide it), but Pennsylvania is blatantly stripping consumers of their power and giving into big-business, namely Monstanto’s, will. Regardless of whether or not shoppers decide to purchase rBGH-free dairy products, they have a right to be informed about what they are purchasing.
After all, both the European Union and Canada have banned rGBH due to safety concerns. Manufactured by Monsanto under the trade name POLISAC, rBGH is a genetically engineered, super-strong variant of the natural growth hormone produced by cows. Essentially, injection of this hormone forces cows to increase their milk production by 10%—and about one-third of dairy cows are in herds where it is used (visit the Organic Consumers Association for more info). Monsanto, supported by the FDA, claims that the milk is indistinguishable from natural milk and that it poses no health risks, however research has shown astounding evidence to the contrary.
“What’s In Your Milk,” a 2006 book by Dr. Samuel Epstein, chairman of the Cancer Prevention Coalition, uncovers the health risks of rBGH milk and bravely unravels the interwoven conflicts of interest between Monsanto and the White House, regulatory agencies, and the American Medical Association and American Cancer Society. Not only does rBGH make cows sick (Monsanto has been forced to admit to about 20 toxic effects, including mastisis—which contaminates milk with pus—on it POLISAC label), but it also has been linked to breast, prostrate, and colon cancer in humans. Ultimately rBGH enriches Monsanto, while furthering the demise of small farmers and providing no benefits to individual consumers. For a full background on the American dairy industry and more on rBGH, I highly recommend perusing the Sustainable Table website, an inexhaustible resource.
This isn’t a new fight for Monsanto—in 2003, the company asked the state of Maine to stop issuing an official Quality Seal, which the state only grants to dairies that do not use rBGH. While Maine refused, Monsanto later sued the state’s largest dairy, Oakhurst Dairy, over its rBGH-free labels. Oakhurst ultimately gave into changing its labels. With Monsanto’s new ally in Pennsylvania, agriculture secretary Dennis Wolff, the company is heightening its staggering power.
Monsanto is already raking in $6.5 to $8 billion in profits annually, and has a market value of over $28 billion. And now, the biotech giant is also getting heavily invested in genetically modified seeds for biofuel crops, which given the company’s inbreeding with the US government, sheds further light on my last post about Republican’s new-found commitment to alternative fuels. Indeed, the web of the dark side is intricately woven. But I have to believe that it isn’t impossible to unravel. So, even if you could care less about the cancer risks of rBGH dairy, demand natural milk from your local grocer, if only to strip a few extra dollars from Monsanto’s deep pockets. —Kirsten Koba
Beyond the sparkle of “alternative” energy
Global Warming, Energy & Transportation| November 11th, 2007
I imagine Al Gore lining up his Oscar, his Emmy, and his latest accolade, The Nobel Peace Prize, in a tight little row above the fireplace in his Nashville manse and buffing them to a golden sheen. Light sparking off the bronzes so brightly that it flitters out the door, all the way to DC, right into the eyes of our current round of Republican presidential contenders. Forcing them to squint and stutter. Hoping that this momentary blinding may finally make them see the light.
Perhaps it has. It appears that Mr. Gore’s Peace Prize has indeed forced Republicans to own up to the fact that global warming does exist. But in “owning up” they’ve also failed to take responsibility for suggesting any real change.
Front-runner Rudolph Giuliani has recently framed his “global warming” argument as a need to cut free from foreign oil sources. Both he and Mitt Romney have discussed the necessity for more reliance on domestic energy sources like coal and ethanol. Romney is also advocating drilling in ANWR. But these band-aids to our global warming problem do little more than momentarily mask the issue. And in the long run, they may actually cause more problems than they solve.
- While options like ethanol may sound all warm and fuzzy, serious concerns have arisen around the issue, which I’ve touched on in past posts (see Fill ‘er Up). Beyond the fact that ethanol, for example, actually uses more energy to produce than it provides, the production of biofuels may have detrimental impacts on our global food security. Treehugger ran a great post on the issue, replete with pretty graphs that you can check out here.
- Meanwhile, hydrogen, the pet alternative of Bush and Schwarzenegger, will never be a viable option unless billions of dollars in infrastructure is put in place, and wind and solar power are used to generate it (right now, the majority of hydrogen is created from fossil fuels anyhow). The New Atlantis recently ran a detailed article about the perils of hydrogen, or what Robert Zubrin is calling “The Hydrogen Hoax.”
- Amping coal production is the most appalling of all the suggested alternatives—the EPA has reported that resorting to liquefied coal as opposed to petroleum will actually increase greenhouse gas emissions. But that’s an issue that deserves its own post, so stay tuned for more on coal.
We need to shift our attention from one-off solutions to some serious 1st order change. Candidates—both Republican and Democrat—need to re-frame the dialogue, and tackle the ways in which we get cars off the street through better public transportation and community development that doesn’t dislocate people from the shops and services that sustain them. The focus needs to be on conservation, not additional energy sources.
As global warming receives more attention during the campaign season, it is imperative that active citizens still question the motivations of presidential nominees. Whether the rhetoric is coming from left or right, it is not enough to think “well, at least they are talking about global warming.” We’ve got Al Gore for that. — Kirsten Koba
Gold at the end of “In Rainbows”
Art & Music| November 10th, 2007
Radiohead first resonated with me in 1995, when on The Bends, Thom Yorke wailed, “I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy, I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen.” It was an anthem for a generation of disgruntled twenty-somethings searching for a common cause. Over a decade later, the band is definitely making something happen—to the dismay of the recording industry, Radiohead has released their 7th album, In Rainbows, without the help of a label, and they’re selling it through their website for the egalitarian price of whatever-you-want. Legions of fans can now stop wishing and start embracing a new era of sound.
As the recording industry reels over illegal downloads, grasping for control through slippery suits like the recent Minnesota case that left a suburban mom owing $200,000 for illegal pirating, In Rainbows is a reminder that music belongs in the hands (and ears) of the people. Radiohead and other musicians dedicated to sharing songs, along with groups like Creative Commons that provide innovative open licensing agreements, are proving that music is indeed communal capital, and that it can be financially viable outside of the existing economic paradigm.
While the band isn’t officially releasing numbers, a recent report from online music site Gigwise stated that 1.2 million copies of In Rainbows sold within the first few days, and according to an October 14th New York Times article, those sales have averaged around $8 an album. Radiohead has far exceeded the 10-15% royalties (typically around $3 an album before other deductions) artists usually garner through major label deals. Despite traditional notions of “rational consumption,” fans are obviously willing to shell out cash to support music they love, even when they don’t have to pay for it.
Radiohead is by no means the first band to cut out the middleman—indie artists have perfected the act—but the group’s epic stature solidifies the fact that music is about more than dollars and sense. After all, it isn’t common sense that inspires some listeners to pay over $20 for an album they can get for free. Perhaps it stems from a feeling of charity or obligation. Or perhaps, In Rainbows sales are rooted in a desire on the part of listeners to be involved in the music process, to be more than passive consumers. When shoppers decide how much to pay, they directly influence the band’s success, and project greater value onto the music itself. There is a collective buy-in that gives listeners a sense of control and bands that much more of a loyal of a following.
EMI Chairman Guy Hands told Forbes last month that the industry has “stuck its head in the sand” in regards to dealing with the digitization of music. But for musicians who refuse to stick around in that sand, it’s increasingly easy to work outside of privatized labels. Affordable home-recording programs and immediate distribution and publicity through peer sites such as Myspace allow unsigned artists to gain monumental fan-bases, without signing away 90% of their profits (just look at the snowballing success of Myspace celeb Tila Tequila, whose 1.7 million “friends” have earned her a reality TV show and surprisingly successful album). Myspace lets people create their own celebrities rather than be force-fed the latest industry confections.
Meanwhile, sites like Creative Commons provide a way for musicians to chose their own licensing conditions and open up their songs to use and even manipulation by others, or as the site says, “use private rights to create public goods.” Suddenly, music is no longer static; it can be recreated, repackaged, and embraced by an entirely new audience. Magnatune, an online record label whose slogan is “We are not evil,” not only uses Creative Commons licensing for its artists, but then lets shoppers listen to albums for free or choose how much they’d like to pay to download them. Magnatune’s artists publish the source code of their music so that anyone can create remixes or covers of their songs, and allow their tunes to be used for non-commercial projects free of charge. The site helps artists get exposure and still make as much money as they would through a traditional label, and helps browsers experience a world of music that they may never have heard had they been forced to throw down $15 bucks at the record store. And ultimately, they download more music because of it.
It is apparent that music no longer has to be commodified in traditional ways, nor should it be—by sharing control, musicians and listeners can return music to its rightful place in the creative, rather than corporate, domain. As more mainstream bands follow Radiohead’s lead (Nine Inch Nails just announced that they’ve broken free from their label and are planning to distribute directly to fans), and independent artists continue to make music within a cultural commons, the prevailing paradigm will indeed change. And that’s a cause that I, no longer a disgruntled twenty-something, am happy to fight for. — Kirsten Koba
Under the Bridge Motel
Art & Music| September 16th, 2007
It’s been two months of travel and adventure, goodbyes and hellos, sideways glances at the past and into the future. Fitting than that my first true night out in Seattle—the strange new home that has welcomed me with fortuitous grace—was a reminiscence of the city’s history, a glimpse at it’s growing green tomorrows, and a raging testament to its artistic now.
Last night, under the darkened skies of Fremont and the shadow of the Aurora bridge (Seattle’s most infamous suicide jump), the Bride Motel’s neon sign burned, as partyers poured into its parking lot and onto its roof and through its rooms converted to art, in a final farewell to this institution of sketch. Scheduled to be demolished today to make room for seven new sustainably-designed town homes, for one evening the seedy Bridge was turned in a living performance and an exorcism of sorts, with graffiti covering its exterior and instillations filling its rooms.
The Bridge’s history is typical of urban development. It was built in the 1950s by a retired police officer as a place of rest for traveling salesmen. It replaced a house built in the 1900s on forest-cleared land. And now, the wayward Bridge, which has become a haven for prostitutes and druggies, is being replaced by the sort of ubiquitous (albeit green) luxury housing that is crowding into cities across the country. The new million dollar homes will certainly be a shift from the Motel’s $40 a night or $200 a week rates, but its past was celebrated in full this Saturday thanks to dk pan, a performance artist and the motel’s manager.
Pan took over as manager and moved into the motel last November when his friends purchased the property in order to sell it. He had one stipulation: that before it was torn down, he could turn the space over to artists for a night of revelry. Orchestrated spectacles included an upstairs room with its ceiling ripped out, exposing the sky, and a fire burning where a bed once was in a nod to transients of America’s past; a Pepto pink lobby overflowing with room keys and absurdist surveys; and in reference to the peephole nature of the motel, a darkened room filled by a camera obscura casting images of the Bridge onto the wall. The old motel furniture was thrust outside, turning the parking lot into a lounge.
The Bridge was crowded and joyous and properly kissed farewell. And luckily for lovers of art and mayhem in Seattle, this was only the first of three “Motel” events planned for the upcoming months. Find out what’s next at motelmotelmotel.com. —Kirsten Koba
Sunshiny Days
Health & Beauty| July 24th, 2007
It’s almost August, and despite the fact that I’ve been hanging out in wholesome farm country for almost a month, my body is desperately holding on to the sickly pastiness that seems to come only from living in New York for too many years. Now, I have never been a fan of baking myself in the sun (cancer aside, it’s just not that fun), but I am so sick of seeing the veins through my ghostly skin that I finally broke down and bought some fake tanning lotion. And it seemed like the perfect summer solution until I flipped over the bottle and actually read the ingredients. The L’Oreal “Sublime Bronze” that I picked up at the local Super Target (it was a slip, I know) is loaded with chemical solvents, synthetic emulsifiers and thickeners, and methyl-, butyl-, and propyl- parabens, which have been linked to breast cancer and are known endocrine disrupters.
Yikes! Like many body products, my bronzer was filled with toxins just waiting to seep into my skin and bloodstream. The unsettling thing about cosmetics (a definition that includes lotions and cleansers) is that the regulatory requirements governing their sales is not nearly as stringent as other FDA-regulated products like food and medicine. In fact, cosmetics and their ingredients are not required to undergo approval before they go to market under the Federal Food, Drug and Cosmetic Act.
Which means that you really need to be a vigilant label-reader when it comes to buying body products. To learn more about what ingredients to avoid—and what to look for—check out the Environmental Working Group’s Skin Deep cosmetic safety database, which is an amazing storehouse of information, or Terressential’s Guide to Personal Care Products, an easy break-down of common ingredient terminology.
As for those tanning lotions, I was happily surprised to learn that there are a couple completely natural alternatives to the chemical-laden L’Oreal stuff. Caribbean Solutions, based out of Orlando, offers a self-tanning creme that relies on natural DHA, a vegetable substrate, to work with your melanin and create a healthy golden glow. The company also has a lovely collection of biodegradable tanning oils and sunscreens. The Organic Pharmacy, one of my favorite new skin care lines based out of the UK, also has an all-natural self-tanner made from beet-derived DHA, jojoba oil, shea butter, and aloe.
Now, I can not attest to these products abilities to keep your body streak-free, but at least you don’t have to worry about them messing with your hormones—and that’s enough of a reason for me to give them try. So, if you see me walking around looking like I’ve contracted some strange skin disease, you’ll know to avoid natural self-tanners…otherwise, hello swimsuit season! —Kirsten Koba