In the documentary “Fresh”, which focuses on the need for sustainable farming, many of the interviewees discuss how our modern farming system has taken chickens, cattle, peppers, and onions, and instead of growing them all on the same farm, we’ve separated them out. This is called “monocropping”.

This replicates our product industry; where we have companies that make vast numbers of microwaves, and another company makes vast numbers of headlights- so then does one farm produce vast numbers of cows, while his neighbor produces vast numbers of chickens- implying that this counteracts Nature’s way. Sustainable farming practices include grazing cattle, chickens, all other animals, and many different fruits and vegetables on one farm, and that because this is natural, it works better. There are fewer illnesses found in the livestock, so they need fewer antibiotics, and so on.

“Let the cow have his cow-ness and the chicken have its chicken-ness,” one farmer suggests.

In the same way that we’ve done this to the crop industry, we’ve done this with the job industry. Have you noticed that all jobs are 40 hours a week? They pay $10-$15 per hour, depending on experience. They have two weeks’ vacation. All work is done in the office. Jobs either have you on your feet all day, or sitting in front of a screen all day. Now imagine shopping at the grocer and finding that there is only one kind of tomato. It’s genetically modified; all tomatoes are the same size, shape, color, and price. This is like the “job”. You shop for a job and find that in your field of expertise- the “tomato field”- there is only one breed of job. They are all more or less the same size, shape, and cost, and therefore, no doubt, have the same flavor.

Imagine that all you need is half a cup of tomato, but there’s only this one kind at the store, so you buy it, bring it home, and cut up half a cup’s worth for your recipe, (which here is “life”), and then you have this other half of a tomato. This is like a person needing only 20 hours of work a week to fulfill the requirements and make enough money. That’s all their recipe can handle. Any more than 20 hours and it throws off the recipe. That person sits at their desk, surfing the web, trying to reach 40 hours. What happens to the tomato left over? It molds. It gets watery and gross. It becomes unusable. You throw it away. That rest of the tomato was a waste, but you didn’t have a choice. You had to buy that singular kind of tomato.

Your neighbor had the same problem with avocado, because their job expertise is avocadoes, but all that the store had was 40 hour a week avocadoes. Instead of being able to share the avocado and tomato to make a healthy, delicious salad, you had two people with two jobs that can’t mingle and yet much goes to waste because the recipe of their lives couldn’t take anymore.

A third neighbor needs two tomatoes because he has a family, but the store has a policy that you can only have one tomato per person. His recipe calls for two tomatoes, and he loves to cook so he’d love two tomatoes, but everyone only gets one tomato, so while yours goes to waste he doesn’t have enough tomato for his family. This is the same as two people needing to work two different hours of work and yet there’s only one kind of tomato to get hired into. Someone needs 20 hours, another 40, but the job is only one kind of tomato.

Getting the metaphor?

The same applies to time off, to working at home, to 9-5.

Really? 9am to 5pm for everybody?

Some people don’t even wake up until 10. They sit at their desk dreaming while their neighbor- a morning person- has already completed half their to-do list. But there’s only one kind of tomato and the store is only open one day a week. One neighbor needs the tomato today, while the other needs it Friday, when the store isn’t open, so they buy a tomato on Monday. The first neighbor uses their whole tomato and it’s delicious. The other has to wait until Friday, and by then the tomato is wilted and molding. It’s not as satisfying and much of it goes to waste.

The issue is that we’re all seeking our callings, right? If you’re like me then you thought that when you grew up you’d choose your job.

Remember, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

You answer, “A tomato.”

Then you go to the grocery store and there’s only one kind of tomato to buy. You are a cherry tomato person but there are only green tomatoes, so you try it out because it’s your best fit.

So I would tell anybody, “Follow your calling.” Some people are called to be doctors and other professions we place in high status. Others are called to be farmers, food servers, cooks, and bike repairmen. And we’re told, “Follow your calling.” I know there’s money in business, but I’m not a business man, so even if I had studied business in school I wouldn’t have had my heart in it, it would have been hard to understand, and I wouldn’t have done well.

My calling is storytelling. Some people are so afraid to write something- an essay, a poem, or a song. For me, it’s my calling, meaning that it calls out to me. Naturally, with a degree under my belt, I went shopping for a writing job.

I saw an article in Time Magazine a few years ago. The focus of the article was jobs that will never exist again and jobs that never have existed that are growing in demand. For instance, Computer Programmer didn’t exist as a profession 100 years ago, but now it’s number one. Likewise, Stablehand used to be a marketable profession, and simply doesn’t exist anymore. If you scour the classifieds you’ll see three categories overtake all others: social work, nursing, and computer programming.

So what’s the young woman born to sing opera supposed to do? She’s an excellent opera singer. She changes lives with her voice. She looks through the classifieds and there are no open positions for Opera Singer. She’s not born to do social work, but that’s all there is to do, and she’s not qualified as a nurse or computer programmer, so she takes a social work job, 9-5 Monday through Friday, 40 hours a week with two weeks off a year.

Her coworker’s calling is social work. She’s wanted to work with at-risk teens her whole life and she’s so happy to have a full-time job with benefits and two weeks off doing her calling. She can’t sing at all. She sounds like a broken car horn when she tries to sing, and admires her coworker’s operatic vocals.

But after 40 hours of work a week, especially in social services, seeking and singing opera is the last thing on the young woman’s mind. She has to suffer through a job that’s not her calling while her coworker thrives.

In some funny alternate world, what if Craigslist overflowed with opera singer positions? The social worker would have to take a job singing opera even though she wasn’t good at it and never would be.

You could argue that the first woman ought to pursue opera with all her heart, to be poor for a while and network. If that’s her calling then she ought to follow it by fighting for it. I agree with you. There’s nothing that would add balance to the world and bring more positive energy than to have a woman born to sing opera singing opera. But there’s food and rent and pride, and sometimes you need to take a job.

However, if there were more options, and if the need of society is social work, let the opera singer work part-time in order to have energy to pursue her calling. Let the woman born to do social work live and breathe it, but for the opera singer, the air is toxic.

However, there’s only one kind of tomato.

If the job market is the grocery market, there are no opera singers on the shelf. If there are any, there are fewer in stock than people called to sing, not enough to go around.

Enough with the grocery metaphor:

We’re told we can be anything we want to be when we grow up. As a friend put it to me the other day, “It’s much more looking at classifieds and seeing what you could do, rather than being able to seek out the job you want.”

Vermont, where I’m from and live, boasts a low unemployment rate, but it has a high underemployment rate. While I’m arguing the possibility of more part-time work, at $12 an hour, this is not livable wage. Companies that offer full benefits to full-time employees often don’t have anything to give someone working 20 hours. What this translates to me is, “the more you sell yourself to us, the more we’ll keep you healthy to work for us.” When I was working a municipal job I had full benefits. I also sat in a chair all day and so needed to see a chiropractor; stared at a screen all day so I had to see a therapist and needed glasses. Because we sit all day we get discounts on gym memberships. The half-time employee gets none of the benefits of working at a place, and they also make less money, so as things stand now, we’re forced to work full-time.

I’ve written about full-time before, but I have to laugh: full time.

That means all the time, and that means all your time.

Forty hours was developed after the industrial revolution when President Eisenhower suggested “Eight hours of sleep, eight hours of work, and eight hours at home.” That sounds fair, doesn’t it? However, those were the days when eight hours meant something different. In manufacturing, an eight-hour shift would make sure you made some textiles. We used to have to write letters by hand, deliver them on foot, and rarely called, so we had more appointments to talk things over.

The same duties may still apply to jobs, but an email travels from the U.S. to China in about two seconds (seriously), and we can make phone calls, send emails, and get directions all from our phones these days. If we took a desk job from 1950 and mapped out the outcomes of one day’s work and then applied that to the modern world, I’m betting it could be completed in a fraction of the time. Does this mean we’re getting more work done? No. Studies show we’re doing about the same, an average of four hours of actual work for our eight-hour workdays. The rest of the time is spent looking busy, on blogs, and Googling our names.

The modern age also kills the 8-8-8 equation Eisenhower instated; five o’clock traffic, picking the kids up after sports practice, and getting dinner together leaves us with about two hours, during which time we pack our lunches, pick out tomorrow’s outfit, and by then we have little more energy than is required to watch TV. This schedule can lead to poor sleeping habits, and then our alarms jolt us from REM sleep and so we cannot actually be rested when we get up. We are, after all, getting up to go to work, and not for any other reason. The 8-8-8, therefore, feel more like a 12-4-6, or something off balance like that. If we could still make $30,000 or more working 20-35 hours, though, we’d get home in time to cook healthy foods, exercise, and avoid the nightly TV binge.

Jobs being a homogenous as they are, we’re not meant to do the same thing all day. We as humans are meant to hunt, farm, cook, and maintain our shelters daily. We’re not designed to sit at desks all day. If we had been, cave drawing would depict Thog rocking an Excel file.

Our bodies and psyches take much of the blow of office work- or we can be waiters or grocery clerks and be on our feet an entire shift. There seems to be very little in the ways of mediums. Perhaps I’m cynical, somehow missing myriad jobs that don’t fall more in one direction or the other, but a flip through the classifieds is a wake-up call.

Now what if money were not a factor?

What if we were all given a place to live, food, clothes, and other amenities?

Imagine, beyond that, we’re not all the same.

Many stories about the future show a utopian society where we all wear the same colored and designed costumes, that we file in and out for daily food rations, or something that otherwise makes us believe that to get along as a society we need to be all the same. Or rather, “monocropped”.

No! Here in this imagination we get to imagine unique, old houses with character, whatever style you best wear, and whatever exotic foods you want. You live well. Imagine. What would you do for work, then? Would you work? I’d argue most would.

We want to have purpose, to contribute to society. What if you really could work any job that you wanted, under the rule that you don’t get paid a thing? Would you stay at your current job? How long would you work? As humans, we naturally want to work, and I believe that we’d still have janitors, farmers, doctors, and technicians because some of us shop tomatoes and other potatoes.

Our farm deserves diversity. Until then, we’re doomed to be sold out for corn and soy, and that’s not sustainable.

Album Review: Gary Dread “Bring Forth Light”

Hey all, 

The following is a review I wrote for a friend of mine, Gary Jackson, for his latest solo record. The review fell by the wayside, but I like it so much that I wanted to get it up, so I’m doing it on my blog. Enjoy. -J.M.

Gary Dread, drummer for reggae rockers The Movement, has a blossoming solo career. While The Movement is a progressive reggae revolution, Gary’s dedication to roots stylings has always been at the forefront of his music. His melodies take on more of a singjay vibe over singing fully, and while his last release, Food For Ya Brain, was a splatter board for overarching experimentation, Bring Forth Light is much more focused. Gary Dread is so close to finding his voice, and it sounds a lot like Matisyahu- to Gary’s benefit. Even the opener, “To The Top”, sounds like a B-side to “Fire of Heaven/Alter of Earth” off the Brooklyn-bred beatboxer’s Youth (Sony/Epic, 2006).

At times throughout Bring Forth Light, Gary goes from organic instrumentation and fluid melodies to the choppy, synth dancehall many modern reggae pop artists toy with, (I’m thinking Collie Buddz and Damien Marley, here). Gary clearly loves all things reggae, and wants to sample all of them. This is the only detriment to Bring Forth Light. Gary would do better sticking to one style, as a way of softening the blow from one track to another. For instance, the synth curls and programmed drum triple-time fills on “Bring Forth Light” is starkly different from the following track, “Leave My Herbs Alone”, the album’s best track, and with instrumentation as organic as the message.

Gary’s love of ganja has no filter. He’ll let you know that he’s all about smoking herb, and “Leave My Herbs Alone” follows his previous album’s “Food For Ya Brain” as the anthem of the era. “My day was going well,” he offers. “I couldn’t hide the smell/ They took away all the herbs that I had/ I did nothing bad.” Meanwhile, behind him, fierce horns, accentuating hand percussion, and a tight, tight rhythm section scores him a solid foundation to skank over. “Something wrong with the laws of today,” Gary adds later on, and you can tell that he’s not a stoner; he’s a praiser, and therein lays the difference.

At some points, Gary allows lover’s rock framework to overcome lyrical originality. On “Can You See” he states, “Never going to leave you/ Always by your side/ Nothing’s going to change us/ JAH JAH is our guide.” He then offers, “I’ll be a king to you/ because you’re royal like a queen.” Okay, whatever. I’ll allow it here and there, but Gary unabashedly sticks to cliché, and he’s capable of sharper images and metaphors, especially with pen pal Joshua Swain (of The Movement) to bounce ideas off of.

Overall, however, Gary’s resilient gloss is refreshing. He just spits it as he feels it. He doesn’t have the most original lyrics. He doesn’t have the best voice, but he takes pride in his work, and even though Bring Forth Light is an independent release, it’s well produced. Take the absolutely excellent “Touch Your Heart”, which is when Gary allows himself to sing his lyrics over pitter-pattering them, and the backline is just so rich and flowering that it’s impossible not to goosh at it.

In fact, Gary, lays it all on the line, a true rocker chanting down Babylon. The album is sold via Bandcamp by donation, it’s self-produced, and includes guest appearances by friends. Gary made this album for the love of music. For all of those believing the reason of reggae music, check out this solid record.


The following poem is on display April 2015 in Montpelier, VT as part of their Poem City event:


From the Latin root
meaning “to complete
or to finish”-

as in, perfect needs
no improvement.

And so,
I would never say
that you are perfect,
because flaws

give us personality,
and help us
to grow beyond

we’re given
by genes and time
and luck.

now that I have you
in my life,
it’s not you who is perfect,
but rather me.

I am perfect:

Speaking at the Summer Institute at Shelburne Farms

Hello readers,

I was recently invited to speak at the Farm Institute this coming August. The entire conference runs Monday, August 10th until Friday, August 14th 2015. It is held at Shelburne Farms, in Shelburne, Vermont. The old, working farm is a perfect location for discussions on sustainability. Geared towards food service and food-related institution members, the conference is really open for anyone interested in the workshops offered.

Generally, topics focus on food service, food production, records, and themes of that nature, but my presentation will focus on wasting less in the cafeteria/kitchen. While the organizers would perhaps have me focus on composting, this is the tip of the proverbial compost pile. Speaking in front of this particular group is a wonderful chance to discuss the role of the cafeteria in the micro-community of school. We must:

-Increase our recyclable, compostable, and reusable inputs

-Decrease our landfill-bound outputs

-Assess our serving methods

-Assess the atmosphere of the lunchroom

-Increase competence in reduction and reuse

-Understand the benefits of recycling and composting

-Understand how easy it is to perform these changes

What makes something recyclable, compostable, reusable, and most importantly, why are we sending anything to the landfill? And then what happens once it’s there? Any employee in a school is a teacher, regardless of their job title. In fact, there are innumerable ways for food service, maintenance, and administration to teach children tools and skills they aren’t learning in the classroom- everything from learning how to hold a knife to how to fix a faucet.

My hope is that my presentation ignites interest in sustainability, and also relieves tension, to reduce ignorance in the broad sense of unfamiliarity with the do’s and don’t’s of buying certain products.

Through research and observation, as well as implementation, I’ve developed infrastructural re-approaches that help reduce food waste and waste overall- but it does take a little leap of faith that these changes in the end can save time, money, and also increase positive connections between youth and food service.

The morning presentation will focus on Act 148, Vermont’s Universal Recycling bill that will introduce large-scale, widespread composting and recycling statewide by the end of 2020. The afternoon presentation will focus on methods of reducing waste. The first, one could say, is “waste management” and the second is “waste reduction”, my favorite part of what I do.

I hope you’ll consider joining. More information can be found here: