Sunday, August 11, 2013

Palmer's Amaranth and the Decline of Western Civilization : Part the First

I have "weeds" growing on the side of my house. The normal course of action here would be to first grumble about this fact, then decide to do something about it, spend a great deal of time procrastinating and then either
1): liberally douse the afflicted areas in pesticide
-or-
2): spend all afternoon pulling the plants from their roots.[1]

Naturally, I did none of these things. I purchased Sonoran Desert Life: Extensive Coverage of the Anza-Borrego and Colorado Deserts, Second Edition by Gerald A. Rosenthal, and was nearly immediately able to identify this particular “weed” as Palmer’s Amaranth. Amaranthus Palmeri is a dioecious, erect annual herb that can reach heights of 6.5’, is commonly found in disturbed sites and sandy washes, and flowers from late summer thru autumn. Its leaves are lanceolate to ovate with conspicuous venation, and the plant produces single-celled utricles.[2]

Palmer's Amaranth owes its name to an Edward Palmer (1829-1911), a British-born botanist employed by the United States Department of Agriculture from the late 19th century onwards. His collections still exist today and number over 100,000 pressed and dried specimens. He is also notable as the “father of ethnobotany”. Essentially, Palmer was one of the first individuals to methodically catalogue, name, and collect hundreds of thousands of samples from the Southwestern United States and into Mexico, while also being one of the first botanists to note the niches and roles of many of these plants occupied in native and local culture and tradition. His collections are still kept by the Smithsonian, and there are something like 200 species of plants named after him.

One of these plants is Palmer’s Amaranth. Nearly every Native American population in the Southwest cultivated and ate Palmer’s Amaranth. The leaves were baked, boiled, or dried, the seeds were ground into a meal, dried, chewed, cooked, &c. As a juvenile plant the leaves are still tender enough to be eaten and taste good, and as it matures, one can use the seeds as a grain. The juvenile stage does not last long though. The plant is very well adapted to growing in poor desert soils. It can grow several inches a day, especially if it is growing in a nitrogen-rich soil. But more on that later.

In its historical usefulness, cultivation, and ubiquity, Palmer's Amaranth is nearly analogous to, say, corn. But I have corn planted in my garden boxes, and Amaranth growing wild as a "weed" in the gulch next to the boxes. Why is this? Well, I'm not an ethnobotanist, by any stretch of the imagination, but, it seems to me, by the time that amaranth became known to "Americans"[3] in the late 1800’s, a number of successful agricultural practices were being used. Corn, squash, beans, and potatoes, to name a few, had already been "learned" from Native agricultural practices, and were feeding millions. Even if amaranth were a better grain[4], an incentive to adopt a new idea, a new crop, a change, was not present. Essentially, there was no reason to adopt amaranth[5].

As White Americans aggressively expanded further West, taking with them their agricultural practices[6], Amaranth faded into obscurity. There are, again, a number of underlying cultural attitudes that have led to this, most of which will be touched on in the second part of this bipartite post.

 An important botanical factor, though, is Amaranth’s efficacy at extracting nitrogen from soil. Contemporary (and historical) American Agricultural practice is to heavily fertilize the land on which the farming is to take place to ensure a nutrient-rich soil for plants to grow better, so the reasoning goes. Amaranth, however, becomes so nitrogen rich when grown on fertilized soil that it becomes toxic to livestock, and possibly even humans. It seems simple enough, then, to just not grow it. However, the issue here is not with the Amaranth but with us. Amaranth grows very well in poor soil. The issue is our insistence that it should be grown in “better” soil. Additionally, monocrop farming has been widely adopted by our agriculture practices. To be sustainable on a longer time scale, a nitrogen-fixing crop (such as bush beans) should be grown in conjunction with the Amaranth. All of these factors contribute to our decision to not grow amaranth on a large scale. Again, the attitudes underlying these choices are toxic, but will be touched upon more thoroughly in the next entry.

Now, moving right along, a full grown amaranth plant produces a huge amount of seeds. As a dioecious plant (containing both male and female flowers on one plant) it can self-pollinate, and produces about 500,000 seeds per fully grown adult plant. If were to cultivate Amaranth, this would be a great advantage; the stuff grows like wildfire. As it stands, it makes Amaranth a “weed”. In fact, it is so very good at spreading itself it has moved from the Southwest, where it originated, and it now present is about 30 states.[7]

Let's take a tangent here. About 85% of soy grown in the US is genetically modified. The company that sells the vast majority of GMO soy globally is Monsanto. Monsanto also sells glyphosate as a broad spectrum pesticide and herbicide, under the brand name RoundUp. Monsanto specifically sells "RoundUp Ready" soy, that is, soy that has been genetically engineered to be resistant to glyphosate, so that farmers can slather their crop with RoundUp and kill only the weeds and bugs and annoying nature-y things. Soy is a very large and very valuable crop in the United States, and comprises a good portion of the arable land being farmed currently. Thanks to the spread of Amaranth, the overlap between places where Palmer’s Amaranth grows and places where soy is grown is growing larger. For a while, spraying the Amaranth with glyphosate was very effective at killing it. But with 500,000 chances for mutation on each plant, it was only a matter of time before one of them manifested as a glyphosate resistance.

Many populations of Palmer’s Amaranth are now glyphosate-resistant. Since it evolved in semi-arid unfertilized soil, and had recently found itself in well-irrigated nutrient-stuffed soil, and is now immune to the toxic slurry that has become the industry standard to kill weeds,[8] Palmer's Amaranth has literally choked out soy fields, overrun them to the point that farmers have given up on the crop. It now threatens millions of acres of soy crop. It is a "super weed". Recall here, that evolution is much more complex than it has come to be commonly portrayed. The Palmer’s Amaranth in my yard is very likely not resistant to glyphosate, because it has never been exposed to it. The populations that have been exposed, however, are. One adaptation does not instantly become present in every population. In fact, on a long enough timescale, the glyphosate-resistant and non-glyphosate-resistant populations will evolve into distinct species. It felt necessary to point that out. 

So, as it stands, my adorable little green friends in my yard are causing a multi-million dollar headache for big-agriculture, and I love that. 

It is at this point, after having written the bulk of the essay above, that I returned home to discover that the landscapers for the plot of land on which the apartment I am renting (and about 15 others) is situated, had cut down and pulled out all of the Amaranth. I was very upset by this. My adorable little green friends, whom I had spent a few days researching and learning about, and had come to love, had been clear cut for no real reason.

The second half of this essay will attempt to catalogue the underlying fallacies in Western thought that lead to our unsustainable and horrific agricultural practices, why we are killing the world and ourselves, and why permaculture is a word that everybody needs to become familiar with. For now, I will leave you on a note of deep, simmering resentment and anger while I grumble about plants and assemble an array of sources and citations that will form the backbone of the next essay. The “climate change” problem has been harped on so much, on such a shallow level, that many in the American Public have grown tired of it, and so I will be sure to both make bold claims that will hopefully incite some sort of action while providing enough citations from reputable sources to verify that things are, indeed, very dire.

Long Live the Amaranth.






[1] The irony in each of these actions is palpable, and will be dealt with in one post each. This, the first, will be shorter, more technical, and informative while the second will be longer, more vitriolic, and really rather upset.

[2] This section liberally cites the aforementioned volume, Sonoran Desert Life…

[3] The white ones at least

[4] Which it wasn’t, particularly

[5]Had the pilgrims, by some freak non-Euclidean sailing accident, landed in California instead of Massachusetts, perhaps we would have amaranth salad and antelope instead of corn on the cob and turkey for thanksgiving. Or maybe the Apache would have told us to fuck right off and this continent is settled, thank you very much. I think the second is more likely

[6] Comprised largely of practices they had taken from Eastern populations of Native Peoples, before killing them

[7] Another factor here is the greatly augmented movement of seeds, fruits, and unwanted seeds between states, due to large scale agriculture, in the last seventy or eighty years.

[8] That is to say, RoundUp Ready soy is the only sort of GMO pesticide resistance that has been coded, because Monsanto are the ones selling RoundUp. If any non-glyphosate pesticide were sprayed on the soy, it would die. Farmers have been forced into using one pesticide that is now completely useless against Amaranth, and any other pesticide would kill the soy.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

One definition of love

One had impressions of other people, nothing more. Never to hear them think, only to hear what they said; it was a drop in an ocean, a touch across the abyss. A hand holding your hand as you float in the black of space. It wasn't much. They couldn't really know each other very well. … It was such a guess. You would have to talk with someone for years to give the guess any kind of validity. And even then you wouldn't know.
… is this what love was, this desire for a feeling that remained unclear even when felt? is that why people sometimes thought of it as a madness? The words stay the same, even the feelings stay the same, but there are slippages between the words and the feelings, hard to track. The desire to know, to be known, to be cherished for what you are and not what others think you should be… But then, what you are… … Someone who likes you despite yourself, someone more generous to you than you are. … And when you see that, when you feel that – feel loved beyond justice, from some kind of generosity – that sets off certain other feelings. A kind of a glow. A spillover. It caused something to start that felt reciprocal. A mutual recognition. … Not a single supra-organism, but two working together on something not themselves. A duet. A harmony.
 from Kim Stanley Robinson's 2312, p. 498-99
 

Friday, August 2, 2013

Plunderphonics, Yo. Dig it. (& some Glitch & Minimalist tracks. Really just weird & downtempo stuff). Bonus Sigur Ros. And Shia LaBeouf's penis.