The Rabid Dog and the GOP or What Color IS Vermont

Last week I received an email from Cerise Mayo, of Greenhorns, Serve Your Country Food, Slow Food and New Amsterdam Market, about composting in Vermont. The email was a letter to the editor of the Times Argus paper in Montpelier, Vermont. It reads like this:

Dear Editor:

We are a group of concerned citizens, including avid home gardeners, long-time commercial farmers and voracious consumers of fresh local food, who believe that the Vermont Compost Company of Montpelier is a most valuable and responsible business in our region that must be kept open and thriving.

We feel strongly that the recent action taken by the Vermont Natural Resources Board to shut down Vermont Compost is unjust and in clear violation of the state's own regulatory procedures and laws. The moratorium on compost operations that the Legislature passed and the Governor signed into law this past legislative session was written specifically to exempt from shutdown both Vermont Compost and the Intervale, two of the state's larger composting facilities, until an adequate regulatory definition could be officially determined as to whether "composting" qualifies as an agricultural activity. The administrative action taken to immediately suspend Vermont Compost's operations and fine the company $18,000 is a draconian and blatantly capricious action that we call on Governor Douglas to reverse immediately.

As the price of fuel skyrockets and the global food emergency intensifies, the state of Vermont desperately needs more agricultural facilities and local food and farm operations like Vermont Compost. To close down Vermont Compost, as well as the Intervale which is also teetering on the brink of collapse in the wake of inconsistent regulatory oversight, is a most dangerous and reckless failure in public policy that will undermine Vermont¹s ability to maintain and develop a vibrant farm economy for generations.

Keep Vermont Compost open!

-Martin Kemple, Middlesex
-Kelly Sullivan, Middlesex
-Lydia Russell, Montpelier

An entity called the Natural Resources Board is closing two-thirds of the composting facilities in Vermont? The irony is crystal. With a little more research this drama plays out like an episode of Desperate Housewives. I suppose that might be harsh but the neighbor down the road who recently complained about Mr. Hammer, owner of Vermont Compost, is a GOP fundraiser who has raised many moneys for Jim Douglas, THE GOVERNER. The other open compost facility, Vermont Natural Ag Products, is by run the governor's brother-in-law. At the same time across counties Vermont Yankee (again feel that cool irony), the nuclear power plant, has a crack in it. And Mr. Hammer is shut down because his facility is not considered a farm? Because the majority of waste he processes comes from other farms?

The only other voice I found in opposition to Mr. Hammer was one Ellen Beck who argues that he is a bad business man because he was reluctant to give his dogs rabies shots and "felt no need to get a permit from the town of East Montpelier when he erected a business sign." The business sign which I imagine is as offensive as the logo seen above...

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More Summer Reading In the Sky

Also known as the only book Andrew has finished this summer. When you have 20,000 bees to take care I suppose it's wise to read up.

I think it is neat how these old extractors look like printing presses. Is there a more modern way of extracting now or have we reverted to old techniques. Bears with our paws in?

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The Instant

Whoa. Is it me, or is it hot in here? I'd say creativity is pouring out of people here like the beads of sweat this summer weather inspires. Go see our very own Josh Wiles' and others polaroid photo work at The Instant. July 26, 2008 from 7-9 pm. It's at the Texas Fire Hose 36-29 Vernon Blvd in Long Island City.

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Put A Egg On It

Today at the Rose tasting I thought the day couldn't get better. I was having temporary amnesia. I had forgotten the new air-conditioner in my apartment didn't work and almost fell out the window. That poor bird dog has a vet appointment. That the sun is as hot as fire, and the asphalt torching. But it was noon and I was drinking Rose. Life was great. And it was Pink. Domaine de Montrieux, Mas Jullien, Ciliegiolo.

Then someone handed me something. A manila folder with this egg journal and pin. As I have harped on before I have a hard time reading about food and the biggest culprit is preciousness. Immediately I was attracted to the little green zine. It represented the punk zines of lore, referencing the ripped borders, the content on the front page, the humor and ironic graphics and the paper. Still I worried. I had a sip of the bubbles in front of me. And started to read.

Words I dislike jumped out at me. Munch. Meal. Ravenous. Delicate. But still I read on and... I was compelled. The magazine features a lovely and sincere tale of eating in the rain and a night that ends in a slow dance.

This little number is a gem. It is reverent of its roots, paying subtle homage to the punk and the rock. The photo spread in the center is as sincere as the text and alive with the mess, awkwardness and community that is eating.

I would like to thank Sarah Keough, who is the author and editor, and recommend this tiny book to all. Also R&S Media are the perpetrators of Print Fetish, one of my favorite blogs. Ever.

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Rock Roll and Rose: One day in Dinerland

Dear staff,

Noon for wine in the back of Marlow. 8:30 for rockin' out. My kind of day.

Sincerely,

Diner Journal

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