Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Starbucks, we hardly knew ye

My intrepid sister-in-law Stefanie recently posted on an issue that is truly close to my heart: the long and tragic decline of what has been, for most of my adult life, perhaps my dearest refuge: Starbucks.

Apparently, she notes, the brand is now attempting to cash in on those people who drink coffee but assiduously avoid the ubiquitous green mermaid by opening unbranded stores presumably designed to look like independent cafes.

Time was, I would defend Starbucks. After all, I probably owe to the friendly staff at the University Village Starbucks in Seattle thanks for, among other things, the completion of my doctoral dissertation (yes, I did literally write about 75% of it there).

But my experiences of late have led me to the inevitable conclusion that Starbucks as the company I once knew is no more. Gone is the friendly service (I remember a time when a mistake in your drink order was always, without question, remedied with a heartfelt apology and a free drink coupon), the clean and pleasant atmosphere (now more likely to be dirty and disgusting, the tables unwiped, the condiment bar empty of milk and covered in garbage) and the nod, even if ever-so-slight, towards corporate responsibility.

On that last point, a vignette: when I first started frequenting Starbucks, it was de rigour that not only was it company policy to encourage sustainable behavior by its customers by offering a $0.10 discount if you brought your own mug, but to supply THEIR mugs and still give the discount. Well, these days, you can forget about them having a mug, and the other day, when I dropped in to my local store and handed my own mug to the clerk (I won't diminish the term "barista" by calling her one), she stared at the mug with distaste and sneered as loudly as she could, "Oh, look who's saving the planet!" I managed, somehow, to suppress the profanity that would have been my preferred response.

Now it could be that this is just New York, and the default of most in customer service here is that the customer is always there to make your life unpleasant, but I think her attitude was telling of so many things about where the brand has gone.

So Starbucks is now adding cynicism to cynicism, attempting to cash in on those poor dupes who want to support local business.

I can't say I'm surprised. But, if one customer still counts, it has been a while since I've bought coffee beans that carry the Starbucks label, and I can see a day coming soon when I'll forgo the place altogether.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Article by Andy Kastner

Ran across this article by Andy Kastner. I've heard him give a similar account as a Shabbat drasha, and I think it is quite powerful.

It is his sense of obligation towards not just fidelity to halakha but to the animal itself -- respect for the fact that the entire idea of kosher consumption is to elevate ourselves and the food we consume -- that I find most compelling.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Do-it-yourself Shchita

So I'm serious now. Readers may come to their own conclusions regarding my sanity, but I've decided that one real solution to my frustration regarding the state of kosher meat production and consumption is to learn shchita myself.

I'm not taking anything other than poultry...specifically, chickens (and perhaps the odd duck or turkey). Having visited a local sustainable farm, Hemlock Hills in Croton Manor, NY, and having discovered that there are precious few trained in shchita who are concerned enough about the source of food to actually be able to successfully get someone else to do it, I think the best way to deal with this is to acquire the skill myself. 

Today at kiddush I spoke with Andy Kastner (for readers of the New York Times magazine, you may recall an article about him a few months ago: it was one that featured a full-page pic of him in a kippah and a lab coat holding a dead chicken), who happens to be a friend and rabbinic intern at our shul (Hebrew Institute of White Plains). Andy, for those who don't know him, as a rabbinic student at YCT decided that he needed to learn shchita to be able to bring sustainably raised poultry to his table (that was the subject of the article).  I told him of my plan, and he pointed me to a sefer, Simla hadasha, which is a digest of hilchot shchita. As luck would have it, we had an impromptu Shabbat lunch with friends of ours, Avi and Adina Orlow-Friedman...and while browsing Avi's shelf, I discovered -- you guessed it -- Simla hadasha. He was kind enough to loan it to me.

So having begun the process of acquiring the requisite halakhic knowledge of shchita, my main concern at this point is the difficulty of the act itself. Is it possible to take enough control over one's consumption of meat to be able to bring it to the table personally? In the abstract, it seems do-able; after all, we are none of us that far from a time when picking out a living bird and bringing it to the shochet -- then plucking, salting and cooking it was part of the Thursday afternoon routine. 

So, to that end, I've made tentative plans with Andy to observe the process itself. We'll see how it goes. 

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Read Robert Reich!

I know that I put Robert Reich's blog on my list, but I feel the need to make a specific pitch for the three readers of my blog to have a look. So far as I can tell, the man gets it profoundly right. And it's not just because I find his voice strangely soothing.

We are entering a rather disturbing phase in the history of American capitalism. A New York Times article on Monday observes that the disturbing 9.5% official unemployment rate is actually closer to 20% when one takes into account -- well, UNEMPLOYED PEOPLE.

I've read the Grapes of Wrath. I'm increasingly discomforted that Lloyd Blankfein and Jamie Dimon seemingly haven't.

Just a little reality check, c. 1932:

# of unemployed: 13,000,000

% Unemployment: 23.6%-24.1%

On Hoovervilles: "Below Riverside Drive in New York City, an encampment of squatters lined the shore of the Hudson from 72nd St. to 110th St. In Brooklyn's Red Hook section, jobless men bivouacked in the city dump in shed made of junked Fords and old barrels." William E. Leuchtenburg, Franklin D. Roosevelt and the New Deal

Call me scared.



Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Sotomayor, Toby's Birthday, Bunk Beds (not in that order)

This past Sunday, as most readers of Planet Jekatobru know, was Toby's 6th birthday. I've often heard parents say "I feel old" at the passing of one or another landmark in their child's life, and now I know what that means.

Toby's a great sport: even though we're putting off his party until after the regular summer festivities of the Three Weeks, he hasn't really batted an eye at the delay. On the menu for the post-Tisha b'Av party: Cake, baseball in the park across the street, watching Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace and then, Toby insists, re-enactments of key scenes in said film. Looks like it's gonna be a marathon.

Toby and Beruria's new bunk beds have arrived...and it's pretty cool. Toby LOVES being on the top bunk. I keep trying to convince Beruria how cool it is to be in the bottom bunk ("It's like your own little fortress, Bru!") but I don't think she buys it. Sadly we have to usually resort to simply telling her "It's too high, you're too small, and you will fall out." Not surprisingly, such logic doesn't really persuade the two year old mind.

Finally: the confirmation of Sotomayor. One day and I'm already sick of it. Tell me, and I know I'm not the only person to ask this: if she's a shoo in, why do we need to go through this theater of the absurd? What I've learned thus far: a) Vermont is pretty cool to have a senator like Leahy; b) Jeff Sessions is an intensely irritating little man; c) it is never a good idea to cut loose and talk about identity politics in Berkeley if you are angling for higher office. Good thing I only did it in Palo Alto...I'm sure no one was paying attention.

Now could we please just get on with it?

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Robert Reich: Sobering.

That is the best word I can come up with, reading Robert Reich's latest blog post. Have a look:

McNamara, a follow-up

In yesterday's Times, an interesting op-ed regarding McNamara by a nephew of Lyndon Johnson http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/08/opinion/08bobbitt.html?scp=5&sq=mcnamara&st=Search.

It's worth a read, and raises a rather subtle, but crucial question about McNamara and morality in general. The author asserts (and, given the author's examples, it is hard to argue) that in fact what drove McNamara -- even in his worst errors -- was an abiding compassion, which led him to a catastrophic blindness when it came to Vietnam.

Which led me to muse: can we really call a technocratic drive (which, everyone agrees, was McNamara's stock-in-trade) to "fix" the world -- be it the Pentagon or Souteast Asia (or Iraq?) -- seemingly without regard to the human cost "compassionate"? To me that bespeaks a frightening logic, and one which we have seen before. It is the apotheosis of the enlightenment canard that the human cerebrum, if employed in good faith, will inevitably lead the rational agent to act in the way that is "right." And, most disturbing, it is the mindset that is the least likely to admit the possiblity of being "wrong."

Back to thinking about chickens. Or Nathan Birnbaum. Something.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

New Books

I almost forgot: two of my three new books on eating arrived today. Michael Pollan, In Defense of Food, and Lappe & Terry, Grub.

What I really need now, though, is advice on urban-apartment-dwelling fruit and vegetable preservation. My goal: full-on seasonal eating. I want to purchase my food only locally and in the season it is produced, and preserve it for the non productive seasons.

Crazy? We'll see.

Oh..that and somehow convincing our co-op board to let us raise chickens on the roof of the building. Kara thinks we need to wait ten years for a generational shift.

Again, we'll see.

Bikes

Today is the second day in a row that I've been able to ride. This summer I had hoped to get up to my pre-New York levels of cycling, but it seems having a job really puts a damper on your amateur bicycle career. Yesterday rode to Bronxville, today to Kensico Dam (and rode my bike to the farmers market in downtown White Plains to do the produce shopping)...not the Lake Washington Loop, but it's a start.

Last night watched a bit of the Tour. I've noticed a lot of the big name sponsors are missing (not surprisingly). Here are my brief thoughts:

1) Professional cycle racing gives the beauty of the sport a bad name, but at the same time it is one of the most beautiful things to watch. A tight pace line is pretty amazing to watch.

2) I am thoroughly tired of Lance Armstrong. For some reason his on-again, off-again, now I'm retired, now I'm not schtick I find more irritating than even Michael Jordan's. I think he needs to do the honorable thing and decide: are you a cyclist or are you a Page 6-Greenwitch-Village-dwelling celeb-dating ponce?

3) I like Levi Leipheimer, if only for his name and his perpetual habit of never quite coming in first.

'Till later!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

McNamara v. Rumsfeld: the dark side of Sec Def chic

An interesting column by Bob Herbert in today's Times: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/07/opinion/07herbert.html?_r=1&ref=opinion

Which led me to muse: Rumsfeld v. McNamara. The comparisons are obvious. Whether one picks policy positions, relationship to industry, hair or eyeglasses -- one looks at Robert McNamara and Donald Rumsfeld and could be forgiven for thinking that the make-or-break qualification for Sec Def is to have tiny glasses, slicked-back hair and a smirk. If there is such a thing as "I'm smarter than you and I know it" chic, they embody it.

More serious, though, is the question of their relative legacies. I'm going to make a wild prediction and assert that both men will be judged by history, more than anything else, for their decisions to execute the Vietnam, Afganistan and Iraq wars. And this is fair, I think; both men shared during the height of each conflict a nearly identical affliction of hubris and did not mind -- in fact, demanded -- that they be held to account for the results.

So let's take a look at the numbers: McNamara, if one is to take him at his word in the early '60s, asserted that he was proud to be associated with the Vietnam War. So how many lives is he responsible for? According to the National Archives, there were 58,209 service men and women killed in the war, 303,635 wounded in action, and 1,948 MIA.

As for Rumsfeld, if we count both the Afganistan and Iraq theaters of combat, the current statistics (c. 6/24/09) are: in Iraq, 4, 316 dead and approximately 31,000 wounded American servicemen and women; in Afganistan, the number of coalition dead are over 1,200 (I had some difficulty coming up with an accurate number), and over 3,000 wounded.

Note that neither of these counts include the casualties of the "enemy," nor of the toll of these conflicts on the civilian populations in which they unfolded.

This is a crude way of analyzing the conflicts, admittedly. So what about a more theoretical comparison? I frankly am not interested in getting into a discussion of the "value" of each conflict, but I will make this assertion: each of these wars were undertaken based upon the presumption that the use of the American military -- whether its members were volunteers or draftees -- was the best possible solution for the political issues at hand. Translated: the architects of each conflict accepted the premise that the inevitable deaths of thousands of Americans -- and hundreds of thousands of others -- was an acceptable exchange for the political goals that would be accomplished by the success of the venture.

And there's the rub. Vietnam, most (sane) people would agree, was an unmitigated disaster. Wrong in its founding assumptions, wrong in its execution, wrong in its conclusion. It arguably brought down a president, and without doubt plunged the US into a morass of domestic strife from which we still have not fully recovered.

As far as Iraq is concerned, I would say the jury's still out on whether the political goals (depending on how you define them) are moving towards success. Being a pessimist, I sense that only time will tell what the result was, but at best it will never be unambiguous, and the worst (but, I'm afraid, more likely) case scenario is that no stable, self-sustaining democracy will emerge out of the rubble. I very much doubt that even if one does, it will be a democracy that is very friendly to our interests. I certainly hope I'm wrong about this.

Afganistan is an even greater problem. The idea of a sustainable democracy there is, to be quite brutal, neither possible nor, given the ability of the various, rather dubious parties to assert their will over an often frightened public, necessarily desirable.

So thus unfolds the ethics of high-level decision making: by their own standards, both Rumsfeld and McNamara failed -- in both cases, spectacularly. And to take this a step further, the failures of both have profoundly changed not just the geopolitical reality of the regions of their adventures, but American culture in general. (Ironically, it was McNamara's failure in Vietnam that, arguably, allowed for the possibility of Rumsfeld's from a domestic perspective: had McNamara not so discredited the military in the eyes of the American population, we might still well have a draft. Rumsfeld's hand in dispatching a "volunteer army" might not have been so free were he accountable to a public forced to send its sons and daughters to Iraq.)

In the end, though, I think the most complex legacy of both is their own response to failure. McNamara, famously, repudiated his decisions. That might have been admirable if he had done so in a truly contrite way, but instead, staying true to his "I know more than you do" form, he did so in a best-selling apologetic, laying the blame on everyone he could, ultimately ending in a preachy diatribe. One senses he STILL thought he could do a better job as SecDef, if given another chance.

Rumsfeld, on the other hand, has never admitted in any way that any decision he made might have even been a little off the mark, save disastrous. Should we expect an "In Retrospect" version 2.1 down the road? I'm not holding my breath.

Say what you will, but I don't even think contrition, even the most sincere, could ever make up for one fundamental quality missing from each man's character. I'm not sure what to call it -- empathy? modesty? -- but I do know its antonym: hubris.

What I wouldn't give for a leader, at these crucial moments, who took a moment to reflect on the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he ISN'T the smartest guy in the room -- tiny glasses notwithstanding.

Monday, July 6, 2009

The Trevails of Apartment Ownership

I don't remember it being like this. Really. I remember the thrill of home ownership being so exciting that the little inconveniences, irritations, incompletnesses didn't bother me (or at least they've been occluded in my memory).

My day today: waiting for the Verizon guy to (again!) try to get our service set up. It seems the last guy (who took a total of 12-14 hours last week to -- incorrectly, it seems -- hook up our computer-internet-phone) didn't bother to correctly set up the system to allow us to actually buzz people in! So, today we learn that in order to have this modern convenience, they are going to have to re-wire the entire project.

Next, our carpet delivery: we thought we'd found the perfect solution to replace the (disgusting!) carpets in the two bedrooms. Empire Carpets (you know, "588-2300 -- Empire!") came to visit us on Friday, brought samples, and assured us that we would have new carpets on Monday. At a MUCH cheaper price than elsewhere. Great!

Then they show up. At 3 pm (we have to have work done during business hours). And get started...only to tell me, halfway through the job, that the carpet for the kids' room is torn in three places. And it was...badly. So, they'll be coming back tomorrow...and I get to wait for them!

What does one do? You can't blame the workers...they're just trying (usually) to make the best of the situation they find themselves in. Every job is different. But there must be a better way!

Oh well. Stay tuned.

The Great Rock Music List: Take 3

My quest to identify and listen repeatedly (at least 10x/album) to the top/most influential/whatever rock albums of all time continues. Here is the list thus far, in no particular order:

The Beatles, Revolver
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground and Nico
Led Zeppelin, IV
Bob Dylan, Bringing it all Back Home
Beach Boys, Pet Sounds
Cream, Disraeli Gears
The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Are You Experienced?
The Clash, London Calling
Public Enemy, Takes a Nation of Millions
Sex Pistols, Never Mind the Bollocks
Michael Jackson, Thriller
Nirvana, Nevermind

Planet Jekatobru, take 2

OK: so, at long last, I will be sparing my very patient immediate family my rants on the state of literature and the arts, the deficienciesof New Yorkers, the flaws of Sarah Palin and the horrors of industrial foods by putting it on the family blog. Thanks, Stef, for the suggested name (I would imagine it isn't terribly opaque). Stay tuned!

(Although, let's be honest, probably Kara will be doing much more of the blogging than I.)

And yes, this is the SECOND attempt. Stef pointed out that the correct title of the blog should be "Jekatobru."